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Benjamin Blake

byeronlovesyaoi©

Benjamin Blake found the idea of his mother getting married again to be ludicrous. He thought the idea of her wearing a white dress soared past ludicrous and onto a plane of pretension previously unheard of by man. The whole thing was pretty ridiculous- who did she think she was kidding? No, that wasn't quite right, he knew exactly who she thought she was kidding- her fiance Mark.

The man was an ass, that much had been clear immediately, he seemed to be of the opinion that Ben was a dirty hippie who in no way could compare to his own son Harper. Harper, perfect Harper, the apex of everything a young man should be. He was the complete opposite of Ben. He was on the soccer team, had a quiet nature, was respectful, popular, and tried hard.

Ben was a loner, had a sharp tongue, and although intelligent he didn't apply himself. He was also tall and lanky to Harper's short and stocky. In affect Harper looked quite handsome in his usher's outfit while Ben merely awkward.

It was only 10 minutes until the start of his Mother's fifth wedding and Ben was having a hard time fighting off a case of the giggles. Everyone was acting so serious- like this wasn't the fifth time they were here and that they weren't just going to be back in another year or two. Ben helped to sit a woman who had to be nearing 97 and was glad to hear the music start. He was ready to get this over with.

The ceremony was long and extravagant. It made Ben sick- it really was a mockery of the institution of marriage. He hoped to get married himself someday, to a man, and have a tasteful ceremony and a long marriage. He hoped to put his mother to shame and prove that it was the straights making a mockery of marriage- not the gays.

The reception was equally tedious, with a full dinner, lots of toasts, and a big show being made of opening the presents. Ben heaved a sigh of relief when the bar opened because the crowd began to thin out and his mother became less concerned with appearances. She was too occupied with her new husband and his friends to worry about what her disappointment of a son was doing.

Ben stole a bottle of whiskey, not top-shelf but decent, from the bar and headed to his hotel room. The wedding had been at a big fancy hotel with the reception immediately following, and most of the guests had rooms reserved. His mother and new Step-father had made the incredibly insensitive decision to put Ben and Harper in the same room. They said it was because of money, yet they had spent thousands on the wedding; apparently an extra couple hundred would break the bank.

He stopped to get some sodas from a vending machine. When he got to the room he was frustrated, but not surprised, to find Harper already inside. Ugh, I guess some alone time was too much to ask. Ben didn't acknowledge his roomie- he simply picked a glass up off the dresser (was pleasantly surprised to see the room already had ice) and retreated to the corner with the chairs and lamp.

He felt Harper's eyes on him as he poured a drink and sighed. It was going to be a long night. He took a deep draw from his drink before turning to address his new brother. "Yes?"

"You're welcome." Harper's face seemed completely serious.

"Uh... for what?" Ben took another deep drink and couldn't suppress a satisfied moan as fire bloomed in his tummy.

"For getting the ice. I assumed something like this might happen, and that you would not think of getting ice."

Ben looked at Harper mistrustfully; "Uh.. thank you.."

"Will you fix me a drink? If you don't have enough soda I'll just have it on the rocks."

Ben was caught completely off-guard. His only experience with Harper had been at school (where they barely spoke even though they were both seniors) and at several extremely awkward "family outings" they had gone on while their parents were dating. He was caught so off-guard that he was surprised into being friendly. "Oh, no, it's fine. I can always go get another.. how strong would you like it?"

"However you're mixing yours will be proficient." Harper could have been talking about the weather with the Queen.

"Um, alright..." Ben made a rather strong drink and handed it to Harper. "Would you like to join me?" He indicated the chair on the other side of the small table. He couldn't stop himself from smiling- he felt like he was in bizarro world.

Harper regarded him with a rather blank look and then nodded. "Alright."

At first they drank in silence. Both boys were having trouble dealing with the thought of actually being brothers and living together, but even more difficulty grasping the possibility of getting along. Finally Ben turned to Harper, "Aren't you worried about your dad finding out?"

"He's going to be too wrapped up in his wedding night. He already warned me about staying in my room and not causing trouble- as if I'm that stupid. I don't think it occurred to him that I could get into mischief in my hotel room."

Ben chuckled, "He obviously doesn't know me as well as he thinks he does."

"No, I'm sure he expects you to pull something.. he just also expects me to not only refuse to participate but also to rat you out in the morning." Ben froze with his drink halfway to his mouth. "Don't worry- I'm drinking too aren't I?"

"You put on a very convincing front."

"I have to."

Ben wasn't sure what to say to that. The bottle of whiskey was 3/4 gone the next time they spoke "I don't really get along with my mom either. I don't know what your dad sees in her."

"Maybe her pussy is really tight."

Ben was shocked into laughter and he almost spilled his drink. "Oh my god, dude, that's mi madre you're talking about! Gross!"

Harper shrugged, "I don't know what she sees in my dad either. He's a controlling ass."

Ben nodded knowingly, "Both our parents are fucked. Your dad is pretty hot though."

"What?" Harper was looking at him with wide, bloodshot, eyes.

Should you really be saying this? "I mean, he may be an ass, but I'd be the May to his December."

"Are you.. gay?"

For the second time that evening Ben stopped with his drink partway to his mouth. "Fuck."

"Does anybody know?"

Ben blearily regarded Harper and grunted. He didn't want to admit that he was liking the kid more and more as the evening progressed. The one good thing was that in the morning he could just blame it on the booze. "My mom does- that's why I have so much trouble with her... She found out when I was younger, 14 to be exact, and she was furious. She refuses to acknowledge it now but it was a big deal with her and her last husband. I think she blames me for their divorce."

"I'm sorry.."

"Don't be."

The silence this time was more comfortable. "So you think my dad's hot?"

"Three words: stone. cold. fox. You look a lot like him the ladies must be crazy about you."

"Not really... Can I ask you something?" Ben considered, he thought they were on some pretty shaky ground conversationally, but said yes anyway. "Have you ever jerked off thinking about my dad?"

His heart thumped in his chest. He suddenly thought that this conversation was a very very bad idea, especially while he was this drunk. Especially since he couldn't stop himself from answering. "Yeah... I have."

"I've seen him naked. His cock isn't even that big. Mine's bigger." Ben tried to swallow only to discover his throat was very very dry. It only got worse when Harper continued. "Have you ever jerked off thinking about me?"

Ben felt very odd as he answered. He felt detached and full of a strange certainty that he had already passed out. "Yea; even before our parents started dating. I went to a couple of your games just so I could watch you..."

Harper stood up and calmly sat down his glass. It was obvious he handled his alcohol well. His feet were quite steady as he moved to stand in front of his step-brother. "You're blushing- I bet you're hard right now. You are, aren't you?"

"Ye-yes..." Even if Ben was taller standing up, and two years older, he felt small under Harper's shadow.

"I want to see it. Take out your cock."

"Wh-what? Harper, you're kidding with this right?" When it was obvious that he wasn't, Ben tried to comply, but his hands couldn't seem to get his fly undone. It seemed very important that he not upset Harper- so important that he please him. He had the horrifying thought that he might start crying. "I can't get it.."

Harper knelt in between Ben's knees. "I'll do it." With steady hands he reached for the zipper of Ben's slacks. It came down easily to reveal red boxer-briefs that seemed to glow against the soft black of the dress slacks in the low light. Harper let out a soft, satisfied sigh as he pulled Ben's pants down around his thighs. His new brother's cock was outlined sharply against his thigh. He gripped it in one strong hand and roughly stroked it through the fabric.

Ben moaned loudly. He had never been with another boy. He was 18, had known he was gay for damn near 6 years, and his straight-laced step-brother was acting far more experienced. Harper's grip on his cock was strong and sure. "Hah... have.. you done this.. before?"

"Yes." He pulled down Ben's underwear and began licking at the head of his cock. His technique was good. He licked up the shaft before taking it in his mouth and then effortlessly down his throat. His hands snaked their way under Ben's shirt to tease sensitive pink nipples. He moaned around the hardness in his throat.

"Ah.. god... Harper... oh, jesus..." Ben grabbed his brother's head, gripped it tight, and guided it up and down his aching shaft. He'd never felt anything like this. He felt like Harper was killing him. He felt like Harper had stolen his mind.

Harper freed his own member and stroked it, greedily, his hand moving in quick jerks between his thighs. He was afraid that, even as desensitized by alcohol as he was, that he would come too quickly. He needed Ben inside him before that happened. Ben's cock was perfect, had been sculpted by the gods, and Harper needed it inside him. "On the bed."

Ben's response was a disappointed murmur. He wasn't ready for this to end. It was too good and any god who would deny him the end of such a dream was a cruel one. "Move, damn it!" Harper pulled Ben out of the chair; "Get on that bed and fuck me!" He pushed Ben down, quickly shoved off his drawers, and climbed on top of his brother.

"I've never..." Ben wasn't able to finish. He cast his eyes to wall, chewing his lower lip, and his brow was knit with embarrassment.

"I know." Then he kissed him. It was Ben's first and the first one of Harper's that mattered. Harper reached under himself, guided Ben's cock to where he wanted it to be, and then slowly began to push it up inside himself. It hurt. It was a hurt that he never got used to- but it was one that was quickly eclipsed by pleasure too strong to be denied.

"Harper.. I don't think..."

"No."

"I can't.." Ben's breathing was labored.

"No. You can't cum yet."

"Ah... okay, I'll try..." Harper felt amazing. Ben didn't know how he could keep from cumming- thought it was torture to be asked not to.

Harper moved up and down with more speed. His thighs, thick with muscle from playing soccer, were straining as he bounced up and down. One hand was balancing him. The other was pumping his cock as fast and as rough as it could.

"Harper.. if you keep this up.." Ben bit his fist. He was trying to be quiet but little moans kept escaping into the air against his will.

"It's okay... ah.. I'm close.. you can cum.." Harper had trouble talking. Muscles all up and down his body were locking up. Ben let out a long moan and Harper felt the heat of Ben's orgasm bloom inside of him. He was only seconds behind. He grunted, an animal sound from his chest, and shot sticky bursts of his seed all over Ben's shirt.

Harper collapsed forward onto Ben, unconcerned as his own shirt pressed into his mess, and sighed. Several minutes went by before either brother moved or spoke. Their brains were cloudy with booze and the weird anti-thought after sex. They both had ridiculous smiles on their faces. It was Ben who finally spoke; "Maybe your dad will knock up my mom and we'll have to share a room."

Harper laughed and finally peeled himself off of Ben. He laid down next to him on the hotel bed that was too soft to be comfortable and kissed him again. "I think the benefits would be greatly outnumbered by the awful fact that those people are having more children."

"Yea, you're right, I shouldn't wish that on some poor kid just so I can get laid."

"You're going to be getting laid anyway. In fact, we're going to go to sleep for awhile and then we're going to fuck again before our parents remember we exist." He kissed Ben, rather demurely, on the tip of his nose and then snuggled down next to him.

"Harper?"

"Yes, Ben?"

"Why?"

"Because I jack off to you too."

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