Good Intentions Ch. 04

Brian politely held back from laughing. He'd been waiting patiently in Quinten's bedroom for his brother to go clean himself out with his brand-new douching kit, and his sour face was well worth the wait.

"Aww, come here."

Quinten stomped over to him, his face bright red and arms crossed defensively across his chest. Brian pulled him down on to the bed once he was close enough and tried cheering him up by peppering his pouty face with kisses. It worked. Within seconds Quinten was loosening up and chasing after his lips until they connected. Brian easily wrestled him down onto his back, where he climbed over top of him and deepened their languid kiss, their fingers entwined above Quinten's head.

They disconnected with a quiet smack, and for a long moment Brian merely stared at him, at his moist pink lips and the hazy lift of his eyes. He halfway wished that Quinten wasn't his brother so that he could just say 'fuck it' and stretch him out with his cock.

"You ready?" Brian muttered. He climbed off at Quinten's eager nod to allow him room to sit up and strip off his clothes. Brian kept his head turned away and took up the bottle of lube Quinten had picked out. It boasted long-lasting slip for anal fun and a 'yummy' raspberry flavor. He highly doubted it tasted anything like raspberry.

"How do you want me?"

Brian looked at him on reflex. Even though he knew that Quinten would be naked and had seen him in various states of undress, it didn't stop him from being knocked speechless as his eyes landed squarely on his brother sitting demurely at his side, his skinny body blushing all over.

His eyes swept deliberately over the delicate slope of his shoulders and clavicle, the hickey he'd sucked there a shiny blood red, then down further to his perky pink nipples and narrow waistline, where he could easily see where someone's fingers would go to hold on for purchase. Brian refrained from counting his ribs and focused attention on the subtle muscle afforded to him by adulthood lining his arms and legs, his thighs the only real part that had any meat on them. Wisps of dark hair dotted his freckled chest and peeked out from under his armpits, and he had a happy trail about his navel, albeit one that was more suggestion than fact. In between his folded thighs his penis was at half-mast, his groin meticulously groomed with a close shave.

He was-

"Brian?"

Brian snapped out of his reverie. "Oh, I dunno. Whatever you think would be comfortable, I guess."

Quinten glanced off, his hair hanging soft and coily about his face. He abruptly pushed himself up onto his knees before pivoting on them and all but sticking his butt in Brian's face in a kneeling position. Brian swallowed the abrupt increase of saliva pooling in his mouth, his cock pushing incessantly inside his pants to get at the treat. Oblivious, Quinten hugged his pillow to his chest and buried his face into the cotton, his legs slightly parted and allowing his small dick to hang in between them. A beat of silence passed, then Quinten picked his head up and peered over his shoulder at him, his face as ripe as a fresh apple.

"I um, ready. I'm ready."

"Yeah," Brian said uselessly, to which Quinten offered him a shaky smile before pushing his face out of sight.

Now, Brian was absolutely clueless about anal sex, but he wasn't stupid. He knew that he couldn't just shove whatever he wanted up in there and go to town, especially with his brother being a virgin and all. It was kinda nerve wracking now that they were here, but he wasn't about to let his brother down just because he got cold feet. With new determination, Brian popped open the bottle of lube with a thunderous click while with his other hand he adjusted his hard on into a less uncomfortable position. The pink dildo he had caught Quinten with on that faithful night lay innocently by his knees, ready at a moment's notice to be put to good use.

He over ended the bottle and squeezed way more lube than he probably needed all over his hand, but better safe than sorry. Its artificial raspberry scent stole up his nostrils with all the politeness of a bully looking to steal his lunch money, causing him to inaudibly gag; he was so glad Quinten that hadn't been looking, he probably would have been super offended. He inched up closer to Quinten and used his knees to nudge at his feet so that his brother got the hint to widen his legs a bit more.

Before touching him, Brian spared a quick moment to pray for restraint, then set a cool hand against Quinten's left asscheek. Quinten flinched at the initial contact then slouched like melting butter. Brian fondled him in the hopes of further comforting him then pulled it to the side, exposing his most intimate area. Brian nibbled on his bottom lip, contemplating. The hairs lining Quinten's anus were damp, the folds of his opening redder than it had been the last time he'd seen it but no less hot. Slowly, hesitantly, Brian ran his lubed up forefinger along the crack before gingerly circling the bud with the tip.

Quinten flinched even harder that time. Much to Brian's fascination, he got to see the way his sphincter clenched up before relaxing back to its natural state. He rubbed at the wrinkly flesh in the hopes of getting him used to being prodded, then once he felt confident enough about it, he gingerly began pushing on it. Quinten let out a sound like a whimper, his shoulders jerking up.

Brian paused. "Okay?"

Quinten merely nodded. Brian watched the slope of his small back as he resumed, slipping his finger in up to the first knuckle. Quinten had no reaction to that, so Brian kept going, paused once he reached the second knuckle, then began pulling back. Instead of pulling out all the way, he pushed back in, making sure to keep his pace glacial. He went a little deeper and deeper each time, his eyes riveted by the way his brother's ass swallowed his digit with increasing ease, much like his other end had been doing for days now, until his third knuckle kissed Quinten's opening. Quinten's legs were trembling, his shoulders bracing themselves, but he was dead quiet. Brian honestly wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, but at least he wasn't crying.

Experimentally, Brian wriggled his finger around, which had the added benefit of stimulating the outside as well. Quinten let out a low moan and bent his knees a little to try and get closer. Brian smiled at his reaction and began kneading his plump behind with his other hand in a way similar to how he'd seen bakers on t.v tend to their dough.

"Nice," he murmured, both in reverence to what he was seeing as well as to compliment Quinten on his progress. "Ready for another finger?"

"Uh huh..."

Brian retreated and couldn't help but admire his finger once it was freed. His skin had a thin layer of lube on it but other than that it was perfectly clean. He was almost tempted to stick it in his mouth. Almost.

He relubricated it before aiming two fingers at his brother's pretty little hole, which had tightened back up. Brian pressed against the bud until it opened without a fuss, accepting his fingers as if it knew that they belonged in there. It was much tighter that time, the passage trying its best to kick him out regardless of what the bouncer deemed okay, but with the same technique as before, a careful methodical back and forth motion frequented with pauses, Quinten's ass was happily swallowing them up to the hilt in no time, which in turn made Quinten get vocal, especially when Brian judged it okay to put a little oomph and speed behind it.

"Jesus, oh sweet Jesus..." he was babbling as Brian's knuckles began hitting the opening rhythmically, "Unnghh..."

Brian let go of the cheek he'd been caressing long enough to readjust his poor cock again, and he couldn't help but think that it looked a little weird now that he couldn't fully see his fingers breaching his brother. He hurriedly pulled his cheek back, and as he did so his thumb brushed up against Quinten's stretched entrance.

Brian immediately felt a pull, as though his brother's ass suddenly wanted to fulfill a dream of becoming a suction cup. He touched him there again with the pad of his thumb, curious if he'd get the same reaction, and let the muscles yank him in all the way until he was grinding his big knuckles against the sensitive, puffy skin, his thumb making constant little motions at the apex of his hole.

"Oh fuck," Quinten gasped, his head whipping around to stare back at him. His hips jerked, trying to refrain from thrusting backwards. But Brian didn't want him to hold back. He was supposed to be enjoying it. That was the entire point of the exercise.

Feeling a little mischievous, Brian stared right back with a quirked eyebrow as he curled his fingers upwards and began pumping them in and out. Quinten's arms around his pillow went into boa constrictor mode, showing off the thick veins in his forearms as well as the bit of muscle he had. He began rocking back and forth on Brian's hand with purpose, his breathing going a little ragged, his eyes wide open in what he could only assume was surprise. Every time Brian hit home, Quinten would thrust backwards to chase the sensation. Eventually he pushed a coherent word past his drooping lips.

"Another," he gasped.

Brian's eyes slid to the dildo. It wasn't atrociously big, definitely much slimmer than three of Brian's fingers and much easier to take. Having not seen Cal's dick, he could only make an educated guess that he had to be at least a little bit thicker than the toy. He wanted to take it up and use it instead as the next milestone, but at Quinten's quiet little murmur of "Brian, please!" he quickly wrenched his hand free and squeezed a hearty amount of lube on his fingers. When he began breaching him with the third like he'd asked, Quinten's back arched and his head tilted up, something like a wounded groan trembling out into the open.

Brian hurriedly leaned over him and shoved his face back into his pillow before he could alert their parents, the rest of the house dead silent and unable to mask their activities; while the notion of getting caught was super hot, he wasn't about to make it a reality if they could help it. He felt a little bad about it at the muffled sound Quinten made next but his brother didn't seem to mind it all that much. The squelching of Brian's lubed fingers riding it out inside Quinten's ass replaced his ragged breath and occasional whimper, the noise dirty but beautifully rhythmic and providing a welcoming distraction to deter Brian from taking his penis out.

Pleasuring his brother like this had made him the hardest he'd ever been in his entire life, to the point where he knew the moment he did anything to it he'd explode. He could feel a thick layer of precum covering his head and either streaking down his length or wetting his boxers in copious dribbles that would not quit. Quinten would have probably encouraged him to stroke one out if he knew how much Brian was hurting, but he didn't want to pull any of his attention away from helping Quinten stretch his ass out.

After. After Quinten was spent and glowing and happy, he would get some relief.

In the meantime, he pushed his wrist to twist while fanning out all three of his fingers, which had the reaction of making Quinten outright wail into his pillow. Feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, Brian shoved them all the way inside, held position, then gave them exaggerated wiggles within the tight space. Quinten tensed like a coiled spring as his brother taptaptapped at what he hoped was his prostate, his entire body trembling with a thin layer of sweat. Brian knew he was close, his first time having his ass stimulated proving to be more than a little overwhelming. On a whim, Brian reached between his spread legs to fumble around for Quinten's untouched cock, and the moment he had the poor thing in his grasp, he began giving him determined but languid strokes from root to tip.

Quinten immediately began rocking his hips again, his forehead sliding down his pillow until Brian knew he was staring at himself being jerked off. He was making a conscious effort not to be loud, but he couldn't help his flustered pants and occasional tortured gasps. Brian put a little more gusto behind his stroking, one hand covered in the sickly sweet scent of fake fruit, the other with warm sticky precum, the hand on his brother's cock also beginning to twist whenever he reached the weeping head.

"C'mon," Brian coaxed, his voice throaty with ignored arousal, "c'mon, baby, c'mon. You know you want to. Come on, cum. Cum for me, Quin, my sweet, sweet boy... cum... cum..."

Quinten sucked in a gasp. A sharp jolt that shook him to the core also took Brian by complete surprise, then all at once his hand was being drenched with oozing waves of fresh hot semen while Quinten's ass began rhythmically clenching and unclenching around his trapped fingers. The quiet orgasm was a sharp contrast to the one Brian had witnessed last time. He was glad for it, sure, but he couldn't help to feel a little disappointed that he didn't get to hear something at least a little more grand than a simple intake of air.

Brian kept everything where it was as Quinten rode the waves traveling along his spine and paralyzing his nerve endings. He did lean down at one point to press a kiss to the asscheek he'd been petting earlier which, to his delight, had the effect of causing his brother to let out the breath he'd been holding and cutely giggle, no doubt feeling tickled by Brian's facial hair. The strange urge to sink his teeth into him surfaced unbidden in Brian's head as he pressed another chaste kiss to it, but he figured that now was not the time to give into temptation.

With a meandering sigh, Quinten went boneless, his shoulders low and his body only occasionally twitching. Brian carefully pulled his fingers free then took a moment to wipe them dry on the bedsheet. Instead of allowing himself to drop down, Quinten turned his head towards him and tucked his chin into the inside of his elbow, his emerald eyes shining with happy tears after experiencing his first anal massage. Brian couldn't help but find him rather lovely like this; he counted his lucky stars that he got to be the first person to see his brother like this. Too bad he wouldn't be the only one...

"Well?" Brian asked, cocking his head with his own smile, "How'd you like it?"

"Mm, was fantastic," Quinten replied, his words dragging like Brian's had done earlier that day. "Everyone should try it."

Brian laughed at his answer, fondness seeping into his tone when he next spoke. "You did seem like you were having fun. I'm kinda jealous."

Quinten perked up at that, eager. "Yeah? I'd be more than willing to do it to you. But, maybe another day," he deflected, cringing at Brian's raised eyebrows, "I'm... no energy."

"I'm in no rush," Brian reassured him as he tried to envision Quinten doing it to him. If he concentrated hard enough, he could almost imagine his brother's smaller hands spreading his cheeks apart and teasing his rim with warm, slippery fingers. His hand flopped down on his twitching cock as his eyes glazed over, chasing the idea a little more firmly. He only came back to himself when Quinten murmured his name. When he focused, he noticed that Quinten's gaze had dimmed into another lusty haze.

"Do me a favor?"

Brian straightened up, ready to comply even though he had just done Quinten a huge, huge favor. "Yeah?"

Quinten licked his salty upper lip, his tongue red and deliberate in its movements. He then wiggled his hips. "Fuck my thighs."

It wasn't a question at all but rather a demand, a demand that Brian could, quite literally, get behind.

He sat up on his knees and unfastened his jeans without complaint, his eyes riveted with his brother's. The freedom he granted his poor cock was almost enough to make him swoon, the sight of it sticking straight up and drenched with cum making his own mouth water at the impending orgasm he was about to experience. Without even removing his pants or underwear and leaving them bunched midway down his thighs, Brian took up a kneeling position behind his brother and wrapped a hand around his waist like he'd envisioned doing earlier while steadying his cock by the root. Driblets of excess lube beaded from Quinten's relaxed rim, and without giving it a second thought, Brian gathered it up with his tip, starting down at his taint and dragging it slowly upward until it made direct contact with his sphincter.

"Oh, shit," Quinten hissed, nudging backwards with full intent.

"Fuck, sorry," Brian said dumbly and promptly angled himself down until he was snugly between Quinten's thighs. His cheeks burned hot. What the hell was that? He'd spent all that time turning Quinten off to them fucking just to go and ring the doorbell.

"No, it's-" Quinten attempted to placid him before giving up, knowing that it would end with them arguing. He instead scooted his knees inward to better trap his brother and began tensing his leg muscles.

Brian opted not to say a single word other than to let out a moan and begin drawing his hips back, the once familiar sensation of his brother's cozy thighs stealing his attention. Together, they started an easy humping motion until Brian got a little impatient and picked up the pace, the smacking of their skin echoing about the room in increasing frequency. Quinten, getting just as much enjoyment out of it, began popping his hips up Brian's pelvis every time they met, the sensation of his balls and ass sliding up and down the length of his brother's cock as equally stimulating for him as it was to Brian pretending to fuck him.

Brian pressed his palms against Quinten's bouncing cheeks and forced them fully apart so that he could greedily stare at his puckering hole and compare the width of his root to its miniscule circumference. It seemed impossible for it to be able to accept something so big, and if he hadn't personally seen it take three fingers at once, he would have thought Quinten crazy to want to have anal sex with anyone.

Feeling eyes staring at him, Brian shifted his gaze up along Quinten's narrow back. His brother was watching him, his lips pinched together as huffs of air fluttered from his nostrils. It was like Quinten was trying to breach his thoughts, and for a wild moment Brian thought he had succeeded when his brother narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth.

"I know you want to do it," was all he said.

Brian slowed, questioning reality at the sudden realization that Quinten was probably so pushy about it because he actually wanted Brian to take his virginity. He mentally shook his head. No, that wasn't it. He was pushy because he trusted Brian to be gentle with him and would be able to train him for the main event; that was all. The intimacy they shared and would continue to share was full of unbound love between them, but when it came to being in an actual relationship, to having a boyfriend and showing them off to the entire world, there was nothing. They could cuddle and make out and hold hands and play with each other's dicks all they wanted, but outside the foundations of the house, they could never be anything more than brothers.

Quinten's face shuttered with confusion, his own movements coming to a halt at the ensuing silence. "Brian?"

Brian smirked, feeling half-crazed when he merely said, "Don't be ridiculous."

"Ridic-? H-hey, uhh... ah... ahh... fuuckk..."

Brian stared at the way Quinten's face slackened as he used the entire pad of his thumb to tease the swollen puff of his anus before deliberately sinking it dryly inside up to the last knuckle. His brother's body clenched up, then with a low moan his torso collapsed onto the bed while his ass remained high in the air, his twitching right foot bumping against Brian's calf out of reflex. Brian stroked up and down his back with his free hand as he resumed thrusting between his trembling thighs, his thumb barely moving but seemingly causing his brother to malfunction.