“Hey, Jayce, isn't that your little brother?”
Glancing over Paul's large shoulder, Jayce searched to see where his friend was tilting his head. The mall was crowded as usual, but yeah, it wasn't hard to spot Declan. “Stepbrother,” he muttered darkly. They didn't look alike. Jayce was tall, muscular, tanned with shaggy, sandy blond hair and dark eyes. Declan was... well, Declan.
All black hair, blue eyes, and gothed out to the gills. The kid looked like he'd been dropped in a vat of black ink. Tight black semi-transparent shirt, long black shorts, black trenchcoat, black boots, black belt, black choker and bracelets; Declan had a very obvious theme going. Even his eyeliner and nail polish were black. Everything about the kid was black except for his skin. No, his skin was so pale, Jayce swore it glowed half the time. Then there were his eyes. Blue. Crazy blue. Manic and fucked up, and it was always so hard for him to look away from his brother's eyes. Declan was beautiful.
Jayce wanted to fuck his little brother, and it was really starting to be a problem.
“What is he, some sort of vampire now?” Paul snickered, ducking his head when Declan approached.
Jayce kept his mouth shut, trying not to stare at his sexy-ass brother. There was something fucked up in his little brother's head. Jayce wasn't sure what it was but ever since they'd started sharing a room, things had gotten awkward. Part of that was on Declan for being an angry freak. The other part was on Jayce for wanting to do a lot of freaky stuff to the kid. It really wasn't cool but he was behaving, so that was something.
He kind of felt sorry for Declan. Sort of. The kid had to move to a new town, start a new school, and, oh yeah, leave his old life behind. The kids there were total asses about the goth thing. Not all of them, but enough that his little brother hadn't made many friends yet. Maybe not any. He was a total loner.
“Hey,” Jayce greeted when Declan was in range. The brunette looked him right in the eye, coolly raised a pierced eyebrow, and then kept walking like he hadn't said a word. Asshole. There might be a reason Declan didn't have any friends. Jayce sure as fuck didn't want to be his friend. Still didn't keep him from staring at his ass as he walked away, though.
“Harsh,” Paul muttered, grinning when Jayce met his gaze. “You two still fighting?”
“I don't think we are. Hard to fight when we barely say two words to each other.”
It hadn't always been that way. Their parents had dated for years and he and Declan had spent all their free time together. The kid had been practically tied to his hip. Declan used to idolize him and Jayce had been thrilled to have a brother. Even if the kid was younger and insisted on being nerdy. Declan had been his best friend. Then everything had gone to shit.
Jayce wasn't sure what had happened exactly. Their parents had gone through a rough patch and took a break. It turned out to be exactly what the two of them needed because fourteen months later his mom, Sarah, married Declan's dad, Greg, and the Rainers had moved into his house. But something had changed during that break. Declan refused to answer any of Jayce's texts or calls as if their parents splitting meant that they couldn't be friends. Jayce had been preoccupied with college at the time and hadn't really realized just how much his brother had shut him out. After the wedding, Declan moved into his room a completely different guy. Cold. Goth. Fucked up.
Sexy as sin.
The revelation that his brother was beyond hot had been extremely uncomfortable on Jayce, and not just because they were currently fighting. Declan was the kid he had protected and damn near half raised, their parents always at work and leaving them on their own. He had done his best to protect his brother from the assholes that would look at his nerdy clothes and silly books and talk down to him. Now, well, now every time he looked at his little brother in his ridiculous skin tight black clothes and girly makeup, he just wanted to push him up against the nearest sturdy surface and fuck him raw.
He was pretty sure he was going to hell, perving on his little brother. They might not have been related, but Declan was still everything to him even if he couldn't stand whatever dumbass phase the kid was going through at the moment. Which just made it so much more messed up that he dreamed about fucking D nearly every night now.
He almost wished he had gone out of state for school instead of attending the local university. Seeing Declan acting out sucked. He had lost his brother only to gain some angry, albeit really hot punk. The kid got pissed every time Jayce even said the word goth. Declan had grown his hair out, all sleek and cut spiky, and although Jayce had managed not to say a word yet about it, D sure hated when he hid his hairbrush.
“I heard a rumor about him,” Paul said while they were walking to the food court.
“What, that he's an ax-murder that's escaped from an institution?” Jayce had already heard that one. The kids around there were total dicks and had shit for imagination.
Paul looked around, ducking his head so he was talking into the blond's ear. “Nope. That he sucks cock.”
Jayce snapped his mouth shut, glaring sideways at his giant of a friend. Jesus, why would he tell him something like that? He was fucked up in the head already about D.
“Jason Henley's, to be precise. So, is it true? You share a house with him. You probably know if he's—”
“Don't be that way. Vanessa is crushing on him and just wants to know if she has a shot. She thinks he's hot, even with his girly hair and makeup.”
Another thing Jayce didn't ever want to hear. He knew Declan was hot. He didn't want his fucking friends thinking it about his little brother too. Jayce stopped walking, turning on Paul. “Whatever strange my stepbrother is into has nothing to do with me. Definitely nothing to do with you. Now drop it.”
Jackass. Glaring straight ahead, Jayce tried to keep his mind from running in circles. Declan was gay? For real? The kid had never talked to him about guys, or girls, for that matter. He'd never met D's old friends—the few he'd had. For all he knew, Declan used to have a boyfriend. Why the fuck wouldn't he tell him? Declan knew he was bi. He had to know Jayce wouldn't have anything bad to say about him if he was gay.
“How certain is this rumor?” He finally asked Paul, frustration clear in his voice. How could Declan have kept such a huge secret from him? Why would he have?
“Ah... pretty certain.” Paul suddenly grabbed Jayce's arm, pulling him around a pillar and pointing down the line of tables ahead as they stepped into the food court. It was Declan, sitting with his book resting on the table. But he wasn't alone. Some sleazy looking guy was hovering over his shoulder, talking in his ear. Sure enough, the guy suddenly leaned his head and gave Jayce's little brother a kiss.
Son of a fucking bitch.
“Whoa, where the fuck are you going?” Paul grabbed the blond's shoulder and Jayce jerked to a stop. “What, you going to go beat him up or some shit?”
Fuck yes. “It's fucking Jason Henley,” Jayce hissed, glaring at the two of them as the loser sat his ass down across from his little brother and ran his fingers through Declan's perfect hair. He was going to fucking kill that asshole!
“Keep it together, big bro,” Paul said in his infuriatingly reasonable tone while refusing to let Jayce go. “If Declan's as smart as you used to say, he'll see right through Henley's crap. He doesn't need you going in there embarrassing the hell out of him with your macho bullshit.”
Jayce wasn't so sure. Declan had been messed up lately, acting out, looking for trouble. The kid wouldn't talk to him for shit and it had been worrying him more and more. Now this. Gay with Jason Henley.
“Henley's too old for him,” Jayce finally grunted, allowing himself to be pulled away.
“He's our age,” Paul said with a snort. Jayce and Paul had been on the wrestling team together in high school. Paul might act like a gentle giant but under his flab was enough muscle to keep Jayce from making an ass of himself if he lost his shit.
God, if only it had been anyone other than Jason Henley.
“He's too old. Old enough to drink. Old enough to get Declan in so much fucking trouble—And that asshole is total trouble. You know his rep.”
“You'll only make it worse. Keep your mouth shut and let your bro make his own mistakes.”
Jayce growled but didn't say anything else.
Shit, Henley was such a fucking loser. Like, drugged up half the time, drunk the other half, and all mean spirit. He had also already managed to flunk out of college while Declan was still in his graduating year of high school. Jayce knew it was none of his business, but hell, the idea of that asshole touching his little brother just really pissed him off. The kid could do better.
D was only one summer in Jayce's town and had already hooked up with the biggest loser around. There really was something fucked in the kid's head.
Jayce had hoped to talk to Declan once he got home later that night but D wasn't there. Neither were his mom and stepfather, Greg. Not a huge shocker with the last two. They were both doctors at the local hospital and worked the worst hours. Jayce had foolishly expected when his mom finally got married that he'd see her more. Instead he'd been stuck with Declan, which just felt like being extra alone for all the icy distance the kid put between them. Impressive, considering all the shit he had crowded into Jayce's room.
His mom kept promising they'd move to a larger house soon. Going from a family of two to four overnight had been intense. Declan didn't get any say in being shoved out of his fancy mansion and into Jayce's cozy house. The kid was probably hurting about that too—Not that D would tell him.
Jayce made himself a quick snack and then went to his room to get his homework done.
Declan was usually haunting the living room or backyard while reading his horror novels. He read scary shit; weird, dark, bloody stuff that made Jayce wonder if he might be a closet serial killer, as did the kid's decorating sense. Half of his room was now covered in what he could only assume was vampire paraphernalia, Asian, at that. D had a lot of posters of guys with sleek spiky hair just like Declan's dressed in elaborate coats, leather, ruffles, and lace. Oh, and they were all in makeup. It was weird. Especially when Jayce spent a day checking a few of them out, only to have Declan tell him they were men. All of them.
That might have been a big clue, now that he thought about it.
Gay. His little brother was gay. And D had never told him. It didn't make sense. Jayce had told Declan when he was figuring out he was Bi. It had been a big deal to finally tell someone. Declan had been cool about it. Quiet, but hell, he was always quiet. But D hadn't said shit about liking guys. Had he said something wrong? Did he somehow indicate that there could only be one sexually free brother in the house when he'd moved in? It felt like something he would remember. Fuck.
Maybe Declan knew. Maybe he knew deep inside Jayce's messed up head he had been checking his little brother out all fucking summer and masturbating to his image. The kid had nothing to worry about. Jayce would only ever look. He knew it was wrong. D was a kid to him—even if he was angry as fuck lately. He was his brother and you just didn't do that shit. No matter how much he really wanted to.
Jayce honestly didn't think it was him. There was just something going on with D. Something kinda messed up. Even his bed was black. Black sheets, black bedspread, blood red satin pillows—He must have been feeling rebellious. Declan's side of the room was covered in candles, all elaborate, drippy looking things in twisted silver holders. The kid kept dead roses in vases with incense smelling up the place. It was really starting to take over the room. Although he did like the incense; it smelled nicer than his gym clothes.
It was like D was living in a fantasy world and Jayce couldn't figure out why he needed it. All the books, his themed room; he couldn't imagine being so dedicated to a theme. He just had stuff. Clothes ended up in the bureau, sometimes the floor. He had a few posters, mostly of his favorite video games—And none of them matched. The bedspread was a gift from his grandmother. He could barely put the effort into matching his damn socks. Declan had a theme for his life. It was impressive and fucked up.
Jayce was done with homework and twenty minutes into a very difficult raid in his online game when Declan finally came home. And fuck his life, he wasn't alone. The kid had finally made some friends. Three very loud, assholic friends that he immediately wanted to beat the shit out of when he realized they were lighting up in his fucking living room.
Seriously, who did that? Just walked into a stranger's house and started smoking weed? No one had even given a fucking hello.
Jayce wasn't shocked to discover Jason Henley sucking down a hit, his arm tight around Declan's waist as they shared the couch. One of Henley's friends—Jayce had seen him in the parking lot of his school and was pretty sure he was college too—was flipping through the now blaring television. Apparently being high meant also being deaf. The third was laughing about some shit while texting on his phone. Somehow he seemed the least obnoxious of the group, even though Declan was silent and sober.
Ignoring his brother, he focused in on the asshole trying to blow a smoke ring while stinking up his couch. He and Henley had gone through school together. Jayce had managed to not have to talk five words to the loser up until that moment. “Take your pot and get the fuck out of my house.” No, he wasn't subtle. He was pissed. It was the first time Declan had brought people over and they plain sucked.
“Shit, chill the fuck out, Flint. Or is it Rainer now?”
“Flint,” Declan said in his quiet voice, looking at Jayce nonchalantly. “We kept our last names.”
“Whatever,” Henley snickered, grinning meanly. “Chill the fuck out, Flint.”
Jayce was about five seconds from punching the guy in the face. He could take him, easy. Heat racing through his body, Jayce turned to Declan. “I'm serious, D. Get them the fuck out or I will. You won't like how I do it.”
Declan was three years younger than Jayce, nearly a head shorter, and his big brother could literally bench him. He knew it, and yet, cool as could be, grabbed the joint from Henley and took a hit. He held it between long fingers, unblinking as he looked at Jayce with his unnerving blue eyes. “Fine. There's nothing to do in your shit house anyways.”
Motherfucking ass. Jayce waited, his arms folded over his chest to keep from swinging. Henley didn't want to leave. Too fucking bad. By the time the three stoners were finally through the front door, Jayce was ready to start throwing shit. Namely them. He grabbed Declan before he could go, holding him by the arm while the brunette stared back defiantly.
“You want to bring people over here, that's fine. But tell them to leave their fucking drugs at home.”
Blowing a strand of ink-black hair out of his eyes, Declan looked completely void of emotion. “Whatever. Not like it's my house or anything.”
God, he wanted to punch the kid through the fucking wall. He had done everything to make Declan feel welcome. D just kept shutting him out.
“You have shit taste in friends. Normal people don't get fucked up the second they walk into someone else's house.”
“Fuck you and your normal.” Declan wrenched his arm free, slamming out the door. Jayce almost followed after, but there was really nothing to say besides a big 'fuck you,' and he was trying really hard not to lose his shit. Even so, he couldn't help but feel slightly satisfied that he had managed to break through his brother's infuriating icy facade for a moment.
God, the kid pissed him off. Worst brother ever.
Jayce might have been referring to himself. Declan had looked fucking hot. Sexy as hell.
Jayce received a text around eight to inform him that his mom and Greg weren't going to be home for the pizza he had already ordered and eaten. Also not a fucking shocker. He spent the rest of the night pissed off, playing video games and then pacing as the clock kept ticking and Declan didn't return home.
His little brother had just met those guys. He was new to town, new to the school, new to everything, and he was letting some fucked up college stoners drive him around. Jayce couldn't stop the paranoid fear that Declan had gotten into a car accident. Maybe he shouldn't have let them go until they had gotten the drugs out of their system first. Fuck him if he'd inadvertently caused D's death because he couldn't chill over some pot. It wasn't like it was ecstasy or meth, or even cocaine. He wasn't tripping on acid.
God, but it had been so fucking rude. Walking into his house like no one else existed. Like it hadn't been his home for the last ten years. He had helped his mom pick out the place. He was the one that had chosen the couch in the living room that the losers were stinking up with their smoke. Fuck.
He hoped D was alright.
Jayce knew Declan was only a few years younger than him, but he was such a fucking naïve child at times. The kid just didn't know the world even if he got straight A's in school. He was always reading, thinking that was the way shit happened. Like you could plan, like people made sense the way words did. The fucked up kids didn't make sense. From everything Jayce had heard about Henley, he was a user. A user of drugs and a user of boys. And now Declan was just hanging around, not understanding that just because a guy got hard over him doesn't mean he was in love. Guys got hard over everything; he knew firsthand.
He was going to kill Henley if he touched his little brother. Should have beaten his face in before they'd even left the house for having the nerve to put his arm around Declan in front of him. Fucking sleaze.
He was just about ready to change out of his pajamas and start driving around looking for his brother when he heard a car pull up. Voices raised in laughter flowed in through the window while Jayce looked at the clock on his phone. 2:25 am. The little fuck. The backdoor opened then shut. Hearing a small crash, Jayce quickly strode down the hall, flipping on lights as he moved.
“Hey... big bro.” Declan smiled lopsidedly from his slump on the wall. Jayce stopped cold, closing his eyes and slowly counting to ten.
For fuck sake, the kid was drunk.
He wanted to yell. He wanted to tell D how fucking stupid he was for hanging out with a bunch of fucking losers and then getting shitfaced with them. But he just bit his tongue. Saying that kind of shit would only make Declan want to do it again.
Jayce crossed the kitchen, grabbing the brunette by the shoulder and pulling him off the wall. Declan swayed, stumbling forward, snorting in laughter. “Oh shit. You're not going to spank me, are you?”
He really fucking should. “You're fucked up. Get your ass in bed and I'll put some coffee on.” Jayce pushed him towards the hall. Declan nearly fell, grabbing onto the kitchen table for dear life. Fuck, he was really messed up. “How much did you drink?”
Staring down at the table, a smile slowly split Declan's lush lips. “Not much... Couple shots.”
“Declan—Fuck!” It couldn't have been fucking beer like a normal kid. No, he had to go get fucking hard liquor into him.
“No, it's okay. It was all very sophis... sophis... sophisticated,” he mumbled, turning his smile Jayce's way. Declan began to lose his balance, his eyes blinking in alarm as he tilted towards the floor. Jayce grabbed him before he could fall, steadying the brunette and pulling him into the hallway.
“You're an idiot. What the fuck were you trying to prove to those losers? You think they're going to like you more if you get just as fucked up as they are?” Damn it, he was nagging like some bitchy mother and he couldn't seem to stop.
“Mmm... Maybe I want to like me more.” Reaching the bedroom, Declan nearly fell when his brother released him. Jayce directed him to his bed so when the kid's legs finally gave he'd have something soft to land on.
“Change. I'll be back after I put the coffee on.” Jayce left him struggling with his coat while he escaped to the kitchen and tried not to punch the wall in frustration. He should never have let D leave with those losers. Should have... What? Tied him up? Seriously, Declan did whatever the fuck he wanted. Jayce just hadn't realized it was going to include fucking up his life.
Should he tell Greg? Was that the answer for something like this? Jayce tapped his cellphone in his pocket while he put the coffee on, his mind whirling. He didn't know. He didn't even know what the hell Declan's father would do. Greg was a bit of a religious nut. He was always at the hospital, but while Jayce's mom was there to provide a service doing something she loved, Greg looked at it like it was his calling.
Maybe he should just wait until morning. Talk to the kid when he was sober and he could feel him out to see if he was going to pull this kind of shit again. Jayce wasn't his father. Hell, he was barely Declan's brother. It really wasn't his goddamn responsibility to make sure—
There was a loud crash from the bedroom. Scowling, Jayce jogged down the hall, only to find his lamp was broken. Not Declan's lamp. No, that would have just been fair. No, the kid had knocked over his lamp with his jacket and was now on Jayce's bed. One of his tall boots was halfway off his leg and he was staring at his feet blankly like he had forgotten what he was doing. Fuck his life.
Declan blinked up in surprise when Jayce walked into the room. “My boot broke.”
Yeah, just fucking perfect. Growling, Jayce knelt down, pulling at Declan's boot. It wouldn't budge and he had the horrible notion that he was going to have to unlace the godawful things. Then he found the zipper on the side. De-booted, he tapped Declan's arms until the kid lifted them, then pulled his silky shirt up and over his head.
“Whoa, hold on,” Declan mumbled when Jayce reached for his belt. The brunette pushed himself up, trying to stand, only to stumble forward as he tripped over his boots. “Crap.”
“Stop moving,” Jayce ordered exasperatedly as he saved the boy from the ground again. It was hard enough to get him changed while trying not to look at him. Jayce refused to perv out on his little brother no matter how milky white his skin looked. “Where do you keep your pajamas?”
The question taking a moment to sink in, Declan finally pointed to the corner of the room where he kept his clothes' hamper. Jayce took a step to leave, but Declan grabbed him, his knees wobbling unsteadily. “Wait... Dizzy,” he giggled, nearly falling again just standing still.
“Declan...” He was annoying as fuck, but D's smile was heartwarming and made his eyes sparkle. The kid really didn't smile much anymore. Shaking his head, Jayce tried to walk the boy over to his bed again, but the kid's feet weren't budging. “Come on. One foot in front of the other.”
Snickering, Declan made an attempt, managing to step on Jayce's foot and slide down his body as he immediately fell forward.
Jayce inhaled sharply, his senses suddenly on high alert. Declan's hands were on his hips, his face pressed into his abs, chest grinding firmly against his dick with only his thin pajama pants between them. Awkward. Especially when his brother looked up at him, his stunningly blue eyes gleaming, lush lips twisted in a smile that could only be defined as sexy. Very awkward. Getting hard awkward.
Swallowing, Jayce wrapped an arm under Declan's shoulders and pulled him up to his feet, trying to ignore the fact that his brother was shirtless and very warm. He was determined to drag the kid to his bed and get the fuck out.
Declan gasped, his eyes wide as he stumbled and fell flush against Jayce, his face tucking into the crook of the taller boy's neck. God, if he could just get this done before it got any weirder...
And now D was licking his neck.
“You have a very... very nice neck.”
“Please don't suck my blood. I'm very fond of it remaining in my body.” Jayce dragged him as best he could because his brother had managed to go limp while at the same time clinging to him. It would be easier to just lift him but that would involve grabbing his ass, or thighs... Nope. Not happening. He had to drag him.
Declan snickered into his throat, his breath hot and tickling as he now tried to nip Jayce. Served him right for mentioning vampires. His brother was lithe and sleek in his arms, making it difficult to get a grip. He eventually got Declan across the room and to his bed. He turned, trying to push Declan down, but the kid was wrapped around him like a leech. His teeth kept sending sparks through him Jayce was having a really difficult time not responding to.
“Declan, get off me.” Jayce gripped his shoulders, carefully prying the boy back. Declan growled in protest and grabbed his arm. Jayce froze as their hips shifted. Declan was hard. Fuck. Seriously not cool.
“Ah... Sorry, big bro,” Declan snickered softly, his face again burrowed into Jayce's neck. “You're just really... really hunky.” Hands moving down his older brother's biceps, Declan squeezed hard, fingers fanning and pushing his short sleeves up. “You have the sexiest fucking shoulders I've ever seen.”
Right. So apparently Declan was very gay and so horny he didn't care who he was touching. “Declan, stop grinding your dick into my thigh and get the fuck off me.”
Jayce was having a really difficult time pushing the kid away. It felt so fucking wrong to have his little brother rub up against him. Wrong because it was his brother, but extremely hot because it was Declan, and Declan was really, really hot. Especially when his wet lips kept pressing to his neck, Declan's hands now pushing under his shirt and touching his back, pulling him closer.
Jayce was a natural, hotblooded guy that could get hard if the wind blew, and he was trying to justify that now. Declan's hair and makeup made the kid look so different from how he'd looked growing up. He really couldn't be expected to not think he was hot. He had eyes. But that didn't mean it was okay to act on it. It was just really difficult to set boundaries at the moment. Declan's dick was rubbing against his and it was intense, and dirty, and the kid really needed to get the fuck off of him before he lost his mind.
“Declan, stop... Oh fuck,” Jayce groaned, one of Declan's arms wrapping around his waist and crashing their lower bodies together. He tried to steady himself, his little brother's weight threatening to knock them over, but it only pulled Declan tighter against him. God, he felt good. He had been dying to touch the kid and it was so hard to keep it together now that he was in his arms.
“Shhh... It doesn't mean anything.” Declan's tongue licked over Jayce's throat, silky hair tickling as he nipped his flesh. “Fuck, you're hot. Just want to... God, I want you... Want you so much.”
He was drunk. Fucked up, likely stoned, and definitely drunk. And his hand was down the front of Jayce's pants. “Holy fuck.”
Jayce grabbed the boy's wrist but couldn't bring himself to pull him away. Declan's fingers slowly wrap around his hard cock, brushing up Jayce's length, teasing over his head. Jayce's eyes closed, every nerve he had focused on those fingers first taunting and now bolder, wrapping tighter and stroking. “Hell, D. You really shouldn't be doing that.”
He should stop him. He should really, really stop him.
“That's it, Jayce... Fuck... Tell me you like it.” Declan licked up his brother's neck while panting, gripping his other arm around the taller boy's back. He tried to wrap his leg around Jayce's, the room tilting from the move. Before he knew it, Jayce was crushing Declan into the bed, the brunette moaning beneath his larger body.
Shit, he had to stop. It was his fucking brother. His naïve, vulnerable, once sweet little brother that was totally messed up.
He tried to untangle himself from Declan's long limbs, but the brunette was all over him, his knees hooked around the blond's waist, arms tight on his neck. “Declan, come on... You're not thinking.” Jayce was stronger, but he was afraid he might hurt him. The kid was just really drunk and fucking confused. He'd hate himself for doing this tomorrow.
“Fuck, don't stop,” Declan gasped, then his mouth was on Jayce's, his tongue shoving past his lips. Fuck. Oh, fuck.
There was something really fucking wrong with him when it came to his little brother.
Growling, Jayce grabbed Declan by his hair, wrapping the silky locks around his fist and pulling hard. Declan groaned, his head falling back in the harsh grip as he looked up at Jayce. His eyes were burning that crazy blue, his lids heavy, cheeks flushed, lips blood red. God, he so was sexy. Jayce wanted to fuck those lips so bad.
“Bro...” Declan whispered, his dark lashes fluttering as he panted.
Hearing the boy call him that sent a terrible stab of guilt through his chest. He was just a kid. A dumb, naïve, confused kid that had always trusted him to take care of him. But he was also beautiful. Declan had always been, even before he had started wearing all that shit on his eyes. Jayce had noticed more times than he had ever wanted to admit to himself, his sweet brother so hard to look away from.
“Don't call me that,” Jayce growled, pulling his hair harder, watching Declan's lips part in a low moan. Wet. His mouth was so fucking red and wet looking. Jayce pressed his thumb to his brother's bottom lip, listening as Declan's breath hitched. God, he shouldn't. Really.
Eyes caught on Jayce's, Declan licked his tongue out, moving over his knuckle. Jayce pressed harder and the brunette opened, pulling his thumb into his wet heat. Declan sucked firmly then ran his teeth lightly over the pad of his finger. A shudder running through him, Jayce pulled his thumb away, cupped his brother's face and kissed him.
Groaning, Declan met him eagerly even when Jayce crushed his lips too hard, gripped his face too rough. He needed to taste him. Just once. Just this one time he would taste him. He plunged his tongue into Declan's mouth, the brunette moaning, clinging weakly to his brother's shirt, melting into him, giving in. It sparked something dark in Jayce, primitive and raw. He wanted Declan to give in to him. To stop his incessant fighting and icing him out, and just give in.
Rocking his hips down into his little brother's, Declan's thighs clenched Jayce's waist, their erections grinding together. Their noises were loud and slick as Jayce kissed him relentlessly, exploring every plane, rubbing his tongue against Declan's, biting the boy's ripe lower lip sore and swollen. Declan didn't resist, his reactions slow and uncoordinated the longer his brother suffocated him with every touch of his lips and thrust of his tongue.
It was so hard to hold back, so hard to not take all the many things Jayce had tried to not want from his brother. But he did want them. He had wanted them for the longest time. By the way Declan was moaning, Jayce wasn't so sure he was alone with that crazy need.
“Jayce... Oh fuck, please. Touch me. Dreamed of you... touching me.” Gasping into the hard kiss, Declan grabbed one of Jayce's hands, pulling it down between the crush of their bodies, knuckles scraping hot, bare flesh. He was sweating, his flat stomach slippery under Jayce's fingertips.
He shouldn't. It was definitely crossing the line. Fuck, kissing was bad enough. Grinding him into his stupid black bed was bad. But to touch him while he was drunk... There was no forgiving that. Jayce was supposed to protect Declan from the kind of losers that would try to do that to him, not be one.
“Please, bro... Please.” Declan pulled harder on Jayce's hand, pushing until he had his older brother's palm pressed against the bulge in his jean shorts.
Fuck. Oh fuck, he felt good. He was hard, and he was begging, and fuck, it was really wrong. “D, we should stop,” Jayce muttered, even as he rubbed his palm firmer, groaning as Declan bucked into his hand. “Fuck, that's it.”
He was done thinking. Declan was whimpering soft cries as he humped his hand, and he was done trying to figure out just how wrong it was. Rolling the two of them to the side, Jayce quickly got to Declan's belt, unclasping it and tearing through his button and fly. He pushed the boy's shorts down his thighs, then his underwear—yup, even his fucking underwear was black—and pulled them off his brother's long, toned legs. Fuck, he was breathtaking.
Pale everywhere. Long, slender, but still toned and strong. He was like something out of a fucking painting, perfect milky flesh and hard, flushed red cock. Jayce couldn't stop looking at it, a question in the back of his mind of just what the hell D was on that he could be hard while so drunk. But he was. Dripping precum from his throbbing tip. God, he was beautiful.
“Quiet, D. Just lie there nice and quiet for a sec.”
Silent, Declan just watched, eyes glowing as Jayce began to move his hands over his brother's body. Declan's knee bent when his brother's large palm roughly moved up his leg, his thighs spreading wide. Jayce slid his hand heatedly over the boy's inner thigh, his smooth flesh trembling when he gave a squeeze.
He wanted D. He wasn't supposed to, but god, he wanted him. When he kissed Declan's nipple, the brunette gasped, and when their eyes met, his little brother looked near tears. God, he was fucking up. Fucking up, touching his brother because the kid was drunk and too fucked in the head to stop him.
“Please,” Declan whispered, his eyes caught in Jayce's. “I'll let you do anything. I just... I need you to touch me.”
God, he was so fucked up. Jayce could only pray Declan didn't say that sort of thing to other guys.
“You're drunk,” Jayce said hoarsely, trying to stop himself. The kid didn't know what he was saying. He was just horny and drunk.
The little fucker. Jayce ran his wide tongue over Declan's nipple again, then pulled it into his mouth. Whimpering loudly, Declan's fingers tangled into his shaggy hair. Jayce nipped at his slick bud and the brunette arched, and fuck, every noise his little brother made was so sexy. Jayce ran his hands down the sides of his taut body, letting his fingers dig in. When he reached Declan's hips he held harder, sliding back to caress his ass. Damn, he had a nice ass. Tight and perky. Fucking tight.
Declan reached for his wrist again, Jayce letting him move his hand to his dick. “Please.”
He shouldn't. Fuck, he really, really shouldn't. Drunk. D was drunk. Don't touch your little brother when he's drunk. Don't touch him at all.
He was heavy in Jayce's palm, hot, silken flesh. When he wrapped his fingers around Declan's shaft, the boy groaned, his hands coming up to grasp his brother's strong biceps. He stroked Declan slowly, feeling his thickness in his palm, his ridges, wanting to memorize every perfect inch of him. When he reached his swollen cockhead, he let his thumb caress over his slit, wetting Declan with his own slick precum while the boy cried out.
God, he was sexy. He had never known just what the fuck his little brother had been hiding under all that fucking black.
“Jerk me... Fuck, please.” Declan's hand grabbed Jayce's wrist again, trying to get him to hurry the fuck up. If only he knew how he looked, begging like that. “Jayce, come on.”
Jayce leaned down, pressing his lips to Declan's ear. “D, shut the fuck up and let me do my thing.” Declan groaned, biting his lower lip hard. “Okay?”
The brunette nodded, eyes meeting Jayce's intense gaze, full of trust and need. “Do me how you want, big bro. Any way you want. Just do it.”
Jayce had to grip the bed to keep from swaying. Fuck, D really needed to stop saying shit like that. Declan didn't know what he was doing, didn't know what that fucking meant. Because Jayce wanted to be inside him, making him scream, making him sob his name. He wanted Declan to tell him he was going to be fucking good again, and nice, and talk to him like he used to. Jayce was fucked up, and Declan didn't understand what he was saying.
Pulling his hand away, Jayce ignored his brother's whimper of protest. He licked his palm while pushing Declan back on the bed, trapping him between his thighs. Jayce was fully dressed. It couldn't be that bad cus he had clothes on, even if Declan was fucking nude as could be. The kid still had a few bracelets on; that had to count for something, right?
God, he was going to hell.
He was slick in his palm when Jayce wrapped around Declan's gorgeous cock again, and his moan was fucking perfect. He watched intently as his brother's flushed tip disappeared into his hand, only to have it reveal again as he moved down his shaft, all the way to his base, Declan's hips rocking to meet every stroke.
“Bro, look at me.” Declan's hand tangled in Jayce's hair as he tried to turn his gaze to his.
Hell, the kid was going to kill him. “Stop calling me that, D.” Jayce met his eyes, his breath catching. Beautiful. He was so fucking beautiful.
Stroking faster, Jayce drank in his brother's expression. Declan's head fell back on the bed, his mouth wide as he panted and gasped between toe curling moans. He was dripping saliva, trickling down his chin and jaw. Beneath his broken gasps, Jayce could hear what he was doing to the boy, his hot flesh slick in his fist, slapping wet suction with every pump. Declan grabbed the sheets, fingers clawing, his back arching as he moaned again and again.
God, D. Get there. He wanted to see him come so bad. He was the sexiest fucking thing ever, and Jayce wanted to see his face when he came. For him. Just this moment. Just this one fucked up moment Declan could be his.
Crying out, Declan's entire body shook with his orgasm, his eyes squeezed shut, muscles rock hard as he held onto the sheets. His dick kept jerking in Jayce's hand, spurting stream after stream of seed onto his stomach. Groaning, Declan went boneless, his eyes weakly cracking back open to meet his brother's ever watching gaze.
Jayce couldn't stop. He couldn't let himself think. He just needed, and needed bad.
He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under Declan's head. Watching silently as he caught his breath, Declan's tongue drifted over his lips when Jayce climbed up his body and straddled his neck with his knees.
“Quiet, D.” Jayce ran his hand over Declan's cheek, tilting the boy's chin back while he pushed his pajama pants down and freed his achingly hard dick. It wasn't going to take much. Jayce was so fucking hard, and it was Declan, his beautiful kid brother beneath him, staring at his cock like he'd never seen one before, features twisted in want. His blue eyes kept shifting, moving to Jayce's face and then to his dusky, dripping cock. Then Jayce started stroking and Declan picked his target, his tongue touching his bottom lip as he watched his older brother jerk inches away.
He wasn't going to touch him. Just this. Jut have him watch. God, he was beautiful. His lips were fucking swollen and too red. Jayce wanted to fuck his mouth so bad, but that was beyond wrong. All of it was wrong, but that was beyond.
Fuck, would D let him?
Exhaling shakily, Jayce pressed the tip of his cock between his brother's lips. Declan moaned, his tongue sliding out, teasing over his cockhead, probing tentatively into his slit. Fuck. Oh fuck, he really needed to stop.
“Open,” Jayce demanded hoarsely, the world rocking wildly when Declan parted his lips. He gripped the back of the brunette's neck with his free hand and slowly pushed forward into Declan's hot, wet mouth, those red lips contouring to his thick flesh.
God. God, he was actually fucking his mouth. Jayce's balls were so tight, he knew he was going to come any second. He held off as long as possible. One time. Only fucking time this was ever happening, and he needed to remember.
Declan made a choking noise when Jayce's tip hit his tonsils. But Jayce kept pushing, needing to feel his brother's tight channel, needing to make sure Declan knew he was his.
“God... God, that's it... Fuck, fuck take it, D... Open wide and take my cock, bro... Fuck... good boy... you're so fucking good.” Jayce didn't even know what he was saying anymore. He was grinding the back of Declan's throat, his fingers painful in the brunette's sweaty hair, taking his mouth hard while his little brother whimpered beneath his thighs. He couldn't stop, couldn't fucking think with Declan's mouth so hot, throat so tight, those fucking lips of his so red.
Jayce held the boy still when he pulled out, forcing Declan to feel every dirty, sticky drop of cum as he covered his beautiful face with all his jizz. D's moans were fucking music; low, raspy, filthy. God, that was it. All over his face. Covered in him. His bro. His.
Declan had tears in his eyes as he gasped to breathe. Jayce had been too rough. Could have hurt him... Could have done a lot of things he didn't do. Fuck. Fuck.
Jayce rolled off his brother, pulled his pants up and left. Declan called for him and he nearly turned back. Bad idea. Really bad idea. The kid was drunk, covered in cum, and damn fucking easy prey for the many things he wanted to do. Jayce forced himself to walk to the bathroom and splash his face with cold water. He needed to stop the crazy in his head, the maddening heat that had won way too much already.
Declan was asleep when Jayce got the nerve to return with a wet facecloth in hand. He was exactly how he'd left him, sprawled out nude on top of his bedspread. Jayce washed him off, admiring his porcelain flesh, brushing the bruises already starting to bloom on his hips where he had dug in too hard.
Fucked up. He had fucked up big, and he had no clue how the fuck he was going to fix it.
Maybe D wouldn't remember? He was really drunk, saying stupid shit about dreaming. Maybe he'd just think it was a dream if he remembered anything at all.
Part of Jayce wanted Declan to remember. It wasn't the good part of him. It was the fucked up part that wanted him to be his even though it would ruin the kid. Ruin their parents. Ruin fucking everything.
Shit, when had this happened? When had he gotten so crazy over D?
Finding Declan's pajamas by his hamper, he slipped them on his sleeping brother. Then he arranged Declan under the covers, making sure he was warm. Jayce sat on his bed for the longest time, watching him sleep. Hating himself. Hating how he still wanted him, even then.
God, he was so fucked up.
Declan wouldn't remember. He was drunk and wouldn't remember.