Valkyrie

by Raythe Reign

  “What would Mom say? If she knew what we were doing … she would shoot me,” Liam let out a shaky laugh.

  Cameron’s expression hardened. “She’ll never know, Liam. She doesn’t see you. She believes you’re dead and never coming back.”

  “But the reason she would shoot me is —”

  “Is because she can’t see how good this is. How right this is.” Cameron’s hands feathered in his hair. His expression turned thoughtful and then a little puckish. “I have an idea.”

  “An idea? How can you think at a moment like this?” Liam let out a laugh.

  Cameron nipped at his lower lip. “Let me touch you. Give you a massage. Explore every inch of you. So it’ll be all me doing everything. No guilt for you. What do you say?”

  “Cameron, I … I …”

  “Forget it, Liam. I’m doing this.” Cameron laughed. “I’m going to enjoy myself.”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN: CLOCKWORKS

  Cameron’s hands shook as he got up on his knees beside Liam. His older brother actually caught him around the waist and tried to pull him back down. That had Cameron grinning. Liam didn’t want him to move away! Liam wanted him near and close and naked against him!

  Progress!

  “It’s okay, Liam, I’m not going anywhere,” he promised. “Lay down on your stomach.”

  Liam’s forehead furrowed. “Why? What are you going to do?”

  Cameron thought about saying, “Wait and see!” But instead he was semi-honest, “I'm going to give you a backrub, remember?”

  His older brother’s fair eyebrows rose and a pleasurable smile crossed his face. “Okay.”

  Liam had always been a sucker for backrubs. Cameron had noticed that the boyfriends that seemed to stay around the longest were always rubbing Liam’s massive shoulders. All that muscle on his brother had often got knotted and tensed up as he worked on cars. His brother wasn’t a car mechanic any longer, but Cameron could see the tension in his large frame.

  Liam rolled over onto his stomach and pulled two pillows beneath his chin so that his head was up and he was looking forward. The long lines of his beautiful forms were before him. Cameron took in a shuddering breath and then he straddled Liam’s incredible body, a body he had fantasized about forever, and it was all his.

  His erect cock fit nicely into the parting of Liam’s buttocks. He felt his brother’s muscles tighten beneath him and a little sigh escaped Liam before he fully relaxed and accepted Cameron’s weight. Cameron’s cock was then completely snug and the desire to rub himself to completion was almost overwhelming. He wanted to top his brother at some point, too, but his biggest fantasy was Liam taking him. He loved his older brother’s strength, which he had shown Cameron a taste of the night before, and Cameron was addicted. And in his deepest heart he wanted to feel Liam dominating him.

  But Liam’s still too concerned that this is ‘hurting’ me so he won’t do that yet. I’ll have to convince him.

  Looking down at the vast expanse of satiny skin and powerful muscles, Cameron didn’t know where to start. It was like a feast was spread out before him and his mind couldn’t decide whether he wanted to kiss the top of Liam’s spine or run his fingers over his brother’s sides. He decided to just lightly glide his hands up and down the length of Liam’s back, relishing the texture of silken, warm skin. He could see that Liam’s eyes were open and alert, ready for almost an attack rather than lovemaking. Cameron was intent on making those eyes shut and Liam’s breathing to even out and only to hitch when he was aroused.

  “How long have you wanted this, Cam?” Liam asked.

  Cameron’s fingers wound around the back of his older brother’s powerful neck. He moved the long blond hair away so that he could massage there. Liam let out a grunt of pleasure as Cameron’s fingers dug in.

  “I don’t know. Always?” he made the last seem like a question.

  “Always?!” Liam sounded a little strangled at that.

  “Yeah. I mean I didn’t know what it was that I felt for you when I was ten or whatever, but I knew that …” Cameron paused as he ran his hands up into Liam’s hair and carded his fingers through it. “I knew that you were the only one for me. I was totally jealous of every boyfriend you ever had. Don’t you remember how each of them seemed to have unfortunate accidents when they lasted too long?”

  Cameron nearly did the quote maneuver with his hands, but his fingers were too greedy drawing along Liam’s shoulders to leave that addictive flesh.

  “Accidents? I don’t … oh! You mean like that time when Rick ended up getting a can of oil overturned on his head. You claimed that trick was aimed at me, not him,” Liam snorted.

  “As if I would ever dump oil over your head. That dude was so proud of his goddamned hair. He was combing it all the time. I thought it looked dry and needed a little oil,” Cameron said.

  Liam’s body shook beneath him as he laughed. “He was a proud peacock to be sure. He told me it took ten washes to get the oil smell out and he was still convinced it was there.”

  “And you broke up with him, because he was too high-maintenance,” Cameron said brightly. “I showed you his true character!”

  Liam was silent for a few moments. “Cam, you know that none of them – that no one – could be more important to me than you, don’t you?”

  Cameron’s throat tightened at those loving words. “I know.”

  His voice sounded small and young. Liam craned his neck around to look at him.

  “Do you?”

  “It’s so hard to believe I’m this lucky to have you feel that way about me and to have you back,” Cameron answered, his voice thin as tissue paper with tears threatening to fall. He urged his older brother to face forward, because looking at Liam’s face was just too hard. He didn’t want to cry or scream or break into a million pieces, because for him, love like this was something that could shatter a brittle piece of glass like him. He cleared his throat and asked, “What about you? Was it just last night that you started feeling things for me that were unbrotherly?”

  Liam was silent a long time, which had Cameron wanting to turn him over and search his face. Liam couldn’t hide many emotions from him. Those blue eyes told him most everything.

  “I don’t want you to be … ah, how shall I say this, worried that I’m sort of pedophile …” Liam’s voice cracked.

  “I could never think that of you!” Cameron’s heart pounded though, but not with fear, but with excitement. Could Liam have always loved him, too?

  “It’s just … I always envisioned us together. You know?”

  “No, tell me.” Cameron could guess what his brother meant, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to actually know.

  Liam chafed a little under this, because he wasn’t the most talkative about feelings, but when he did speak what he said always mattered unlike Cameron who normally chattered like a magpie.

  “I would imagine you and I living together as you went to college. Just the two of us. You would be going to art school and I would be working on cars.” Liam licked his lips. “And I kept thinking of us having this life together from then on. Like we would always live in the same house. Always share … everything. I never imagined either of us with lovers. It was just us. Only us. Whenever I would really examine these assumptions … they seemed sort of strange. Things I shouldn’t have felt.”

  Cameron leaned down until his mouth was even with Liam’s right ear. He whispered into it, “Sounds perfect to me and exactly what I wanted and want, too.”

  Liam turned his head to look over at him and Cameron’s lips grazed along his cheek. Liam’s eyelids fluttered shut as Cameron turned it into a sweet kiss. Cameron gently kissed all along the side of Liam’s face and up into his hair. His older brother let out a sigh and his fingers dug into the mattress.

  Cameron relished the press of his cock into the furrow of his older brother’s ass. He rocked forward and a burst of heat ran through his shaft. He reached down and squeezed the base of his cock vic
iously, because he thought he might cum just from this. Too much desire. Too much need. But he also wanted this to last longer than this few precious moments.

  He sat up again and curled his hands around Liam’s massive shoulders and flexed them deeply into the taut muscles. Liam grunted in pleasure.

  “I can’t believe that Valkyrie – immortal beings – get muscles that knot, but clearly you do,” Cameron teased, which helped the urge to cum retreat.

  “I haven’t had anyone give me a good massage in … oh, ten years,” Liam chuckled.

  “Too long. Especially with your wings having to fly you all the way to Asgard.”

  Cameron let his hands drift down to the point on Liam’s back where the wings seemed to emanate from. They weren’t visible now nor could he feel them, but when he dug into those muscles his older brother let out this gushing sigh of pleasure.

  “I still don’t know how I did that. I could see the Bifrost on the way back, but to find it again? I worry I won’t be able to,” Liam confessed. Cameron was pleased to see that his eyes had now fallen shut though his speech was way too crisp for him to be completely relaxed.

  “Don’t worry about that. I have a feeling if you do go back to Asgard that Loki will help you find the Bifrost again. After all, the only reason you would be leaving me is to give the Aesir Loki’s terms.” Cameron’s stomach filled with acid even as he thought of Liam going away from him into the next room let alone him leaving for a different plane.

  “I would take you with me, Cam,” Liam said.

  Cameron’s hands paused in their kneading along Liam’s spine. “Do you think you could really do that?”

  He didn’t know if he really wanted to see Asgard. It was undoubtedly beautiful. It was filled with gods after all. But what if he loved it and wanted to stay, but couldn’t? He knew that he shouldn’t see things in terms of eventual loss, but he knew what it was like to lose what matters the most to you.

  “Loki’s blood is what lets me pass to Asgard. It seems that you might have more of his aspect than I do,” Liam pointed out. “I’m a little concerned, Cam, about you changing.”

  “What do you mean?” His hands were now lingering at Liam’s taut waist. They were just above the swell of his brother’s buttocks. Soon he would legitimately move down so that he could squeeze those beautiful, firm melons of muscle. He knew that he was allowed to at any time, but he wanted his older brother to get used to the idea of being touched at all by him let alone sexually.

  “You needed the mead because you’re becoming … something more,” Liam said. “Loki said –”

  “Loki says a lot of things,” Cameron responded dryly. “Trying to read the meaning behind anything he says is like reading tea leaves in the dark with a blindfold on. I feel fine now.”

  And he did, except for the fact that he maybe was a little more mentally fragile than before Liam had come back. It was strange that he wouldn’t be stronger from it. But he felt almost as if nothing was real, as if he could take a hammer to the world and shatter reality and then he’d see the clockwork that ran everything. But telling Liam this would just worry him more. He’d ask Loki about it later when they were alone and he was drilling the god about his terms. But really there was nothing that could be done if he was changing in some way, his Aesir blood finally showing through.

  “Are you sure? That you’re all right?” Liam’s eyes were, of course, wide open again and he had put one hand beneath him to turn over, which would dislodge Cameron.

  Cameron playfully slapped his hip. “Hey, I’m not done with your back! Lay down! This isn’t a carnival ride.”

  “Really?” Liam’s voice had gone surprisingly smoky with that word.

  Cameron’s mouth went dry. “Uhm, well, maybe it could be.”

  But Liam was lying back down and closing his eyes again. “I want my massage. You touching me feels so good.”

  Not ready yet. I know, my Liam. It’s all right.

  Cameron slid down so that he was straddling Liam’s thighs, which gave him the perfect access to that gorgeous ass. He flexed his fingers above the golden globes, fantasizing about how it would feel before he actually found out. He slowly lowered his hands onto the satiny flesh and let his palms just rest there. Liam’s buttocks quivered. His older brother was trying to hold himself very still.

  You can enjoy this, Liam. I am.

  He dug his fingers into the pliant flesh and massaged Liam’s ass. His older brother shifted his hips restlessly. He drew the two globes of Liam’s ass apart and caught a glimpse of that tight, pink pucker that they hid. All the saliva seemed to leave his mouth and then flood right back in again. Cameron found himself leaning down. He drew in a whiff of Liam’s clean, earthy scent. His lips pressed kisses at the top of Liam’s buttocks and slowly kissed down to the very center of the furrow until his lips hovered over Liam’s anus. His older brother was trembling now. Cameron felt a wave of jealousy at anyone else having done this to him.

  “Cam,” Liam breathed, his voice quavering.

  Cameron kissed the tight, pink swirl. It quivered like an eager little mouth. He lightly flicked his tongue against it. His brother’s taste on his tongue had more saliva pouring into his mouth. He was so hungry for Liam, for every part of him, he would devour him if he could. Liam’s hips jerked out of his grasp though and Liam turned onto his side.

  “Liam, I’m not done. Please, I want this badly,” Cameron begged.

  His older brother though caught his hands and Cameron was forced to look up into his face. Liam looked wild. His blue eyes were wide and glassy with desire. His nostrils were flared. His cheeks were flushed. And his cock was as red as a rose and leaking.

  “Liam, I want to make you cum,” Cameron said quietly.

  “I know and I want to as well, but I have to see your face, Cam, when we do this. I have to look into your eyes and see this is okay,” Liam ground out. “And I want … I want to know it’s you and not someone else. That I’m not dreaming this. But that we’re here. Together.”

  Cameron felt slightly stunned by Liam’s words. He found himself strangely tongue-tied so he just nodded and got up from Liam’s thighs so that his older brother could turn onto his back. Liam’s hands went to Cameron’s hips and he directed where Cameron should rest his ass, which was high on his thighs with their balls touching. Cameron let out a shaky breath. Heat swept through him and sweat beaded his upper lip.

  Liam reached up and threaded the fingers of his right hand into the hair at the base of Cameron’s neck. His hair curled around those digits. Liam’s blue eyes were locked onto his. Then his brother grasped both their cocks in his left hand. Cameron’s body jerked in surprise, but Liam had a tighter hold on him than he’d had on his older brother and they weren’t parted.

  “And, Cam?”

  “What, Liam?”

  “I want to kiss you while we do this,” Liam said and drew Cameron’s lips down to his own.

  Cameron let out a soft moan as their mouths fused together as his brother stroked both their cocks up and down. He let out this breath through his nose, a trembling whoosh of air, as Liam stroked their tongues together, showing Cameron what he liked and learning what Cameron liked in return. All the while, he rubbed their cocks together even as he almost roughly caressed them both.

  This is nothing like those other men. How could I have ever even pretended that they were Liam? I was a fool.

  Cameron was in no doubt that it was his older brother’s cock that was running against his own. He smelled Liam’s unique scent. He felt his brother’s love in every kiss, every caress. He was putty in Liam’s hands. His balls went high and tight against his body. Liam’s fingers snuck around them and he rolled them. Cameron nipped at his older brother’s lower lip in response even as heat and desire flooded him nearly to the brim.

  My whole body feels on fire.

  There seemed to be an aura of heat surrounding his entire body. Sweat rolled down Cameron’s spine and spattered on Liam’s muscular
thighs. His older brother broke away from his mouth and licked the sweat off of Cameron’s throat as Cameron allowed his head fall back and let out a long low moan.

  Liam’s teeth lightly rasped over his Adam’s apple as he followed the column of Cameron’s throat with his mouth. Liam’s lips lingered on the hollow at the base of Cameron’s throat. Liam’s tongue lapped the beads of sweat there before moving down lower. His mouth fastened onto Cameron’s left nipple and Cameron’s hands flew to Liam’s shoulders. He dug his fingernails into Liam’s muscles. His brother grunted in pleasure and rewarded him with a hard suck on his nipple.

  Their bodies rocked together and the heat built in him and around him. Liam’s hair was now plastered to his forehead with sweat. But he didn’t seem to care. As Cameron urged him up to his mouth he saw that his brother’s irises were now only thin circles of blue around pitch black pupils. Cameron swore that he dove into that darkness then, into Liam, and through the darkness were perfect blue skies with a sun that always shone honey sweet. His mouth was on Liam’s and they were flying through those skies. His brother’s wings carrying them effortlessly.

  His older brother though brought him firmly back to earth while at the same time giving him the experience of riding a rocket as his thumb spread open the slit of Cameron’s penis. Precum had been bubbling out of him eagerly, but at this touch a far larger spurt wet his head and Liam’s thumb. His older brother mixed that with the sweat that coated his palm and used it to make a slick shaft for them both to thrust up into.

  Cameron felt sweat and blood come from under his fingernails as he clawed at Liam. He needed to hold on tightly because he felt if he didn’t keep connected to his older brother that he might just burst into fire and then become ash.

  Liam and he both thrust up into that glorious tight shaft Liam’s hand had made. Cameron couldn’t feel where he began and Liam ended. They were one. His brother’s teeth raked over his right nipple as they both rocked upwards. Pleasure tore through him and Cameron thought he might have screamed.