by Raythe Reign
He’s back! He’s back! He’s back! He’s mine again! I don’t just have memories any more. I have Liam.
Those thoughts circled in Cameron’s head, thumping like a drum in his veins and make his heart race. His brother was alive. His brother was with him. His brother loved him. His brother was going to shower with him and who knew what would happen when the hot water rushed down their naked bodies.
They were both tossing off their ruined, smoked clothing as they dashed across the apartment and towards the shower that was just big enough for two. Cameron yanked the handles on the faucets until warm water fell down from the showerhead. The shower was tiled in a pale blue and had diffuse lighting around the top of it, which always reminded Cameron of city lights. It was a peaceful glow.
Cameron stepped under the spray just as he felt Liam come in behind him. He gasped in pleasure as his older brother’s erect cock slipped between his ass cheeks and Liam rubbed sensually against him. His hands braced against the wall as his legs went wobbly. Liam, too, crowded close against his back, gripping his waist with those large, loving hands. The press of cold tile paralleled with the hot slide of Liam’s body against his had Cameron’s fingers digging into the tile as if he could claw it off.
“Let’s get you clean, little brother,” Liam murmured into the cusp of Cameron’s ear.
“Definitely,” Cameron huffed out against the tile.
Liam kept him in place by holding him pinned to the wall with one powerful arm while he withdrew the other. Cameron knew what it was for when he heard the snick of his shower gel opening and the citrusy scent of its contents flooded the stall. One of his brother’s knees pushed between his thighs, again keeping him still, as Liam soaped up his hands.
Cameron drew in a sharp breath as Liam’s hands lightly rested on his shoulders. Suds ran between Liam’s fingers and trailed down Cameron’s skin. Those hands glided down his back then, stopping just above his buttocks before sweeping back up again. Then they were sliding down his arms and their fingers laced together. Sudsy and slick.
Liam leaned fully against him and whispered, “I keep imagining that we’re doing this back in the old house and that Mom and Dad could find us at any moment.”
Cameron shivered with the taboo image. “Mom could still show up, Liam.”
Liam chuckled. “Thor wouldn’t let her up. We’re safe.”
His brother’s teeth bit down gently on his ear lobe. A spike of heat traveled from there to Cameron’s trapped cock. He groaned and thrust against the cool tile, nearly yelping from the contact. Liam’s hands massaged his, washing the grime and remnants of the fire from his skin, and he kissed down the side of Cameron’s throat and around to his spine.
“When did you get so beautiful?” Liam whispered against his back.
“I don’t … don’t know.”
“I missed seeing you bloom.”
Liam mouthed Cameron’s shoulders and bit the back of his neck. Cameron shivered and spread his legs wider.
“Do you think this would have happened if you had been there as I grew up?” Cameron asked. It was a version of what he’d asked before but he had to hear the answer again. He quickly said, “It would have been for me, but for you?”
Liam rested his forehead against the top of Cameron’s spine. “Yes, Cam. I always …”
“It’s okay, Liam. You can tell me anything!”
Cameron wanted to twist around and cup his brother’s face and cover it with kisses, but Liam held him firmly in place.
“I did not desire you when you were a child, but I always felt that you would be mine when you grew up. We would live together. We would always be with one another. There were never any boyfriends or girlfriends in my visions of this future. Just you and I.”
Cameron smiled so hard that his cheeks hurt with it. “That’s what I saw, too. That’s what I’ve always wanted.”
Liam kissed his back again. “And that is what you shall have.”
His brother was evidently done with talking for the moment as he was squeezing more shower gel into his palms. Then those glorious hands were on Cameron again. Liam gripped his ass cheeks like they were ripe melons. His soapy fingers delved down into the cleft, running over Cameron’s sensitive anus. He arched back when Liam’s fingers danced over his hole. But all too soon they were gone and Liam was soaping between his thighs and then down his legs.
His older brother massaged his calves. He cleaned between Cameron’s toes and the soles of his feet, making Cameron lift one foot and then the other. Cameron uttered a guttural moan as Liam pressed up against the bottom of his heel with his thumbs. He would have collapsed bonelessly onto the shower’s floor, but Liam caught hold of his waist again as he washed up his ribs, tickling him mercilessly until he was sagging against the wall, his erect cock cooled by the blue tile.
“Aren’t you going to wash the front of me?” Cameron asked, his voice going smoky.
“Your hair first and then your front,” his older brother answered and had Cameron lean back against him.
Then Liam was sudsing up his hair with shampoo, digging his fingers into Cameron’s scalp, rubbing even behind his ears. Cameron’s eyes shut as Liam moved him into the spray to wash all the soap off. He was in this twilight state where he might almost have fallen asleep under his brother’s ministrations until Liam’s hands traveled south.
The first realization that Liam was moving onto his front was when one of his elder brother’s large hands drifted down his chest, riding a rollercoaster of suds over his right nipple, which immediately peaked. That hand stopped at his hip. Then Liam’s other hand traveled a parallel path over his left nipple, tweaking it lightly as he passed over it. This hand though did not go to Cameron’s hip, but instead it surrounded his cock.
Cameron rose up on his tippy toes as Liam stroked him that first time. He then ground his ass back against his brother’s thick, erect cock as Liam moved his hand from root to tip again and again. He was shivering with the thought of that thick, long cock penetrating him even as his own cock burned with the need for release. He really wanted to cum though when Liam was in him. He wanted them to make love. So he braced his hands on the tile and spread his legs. He heard Liam take in a sharp breath. His older brother had received the message.
“I wish you could be my first,” Cameron admitted. “But I never thought …” His tongue stuck to the top of his mouth, suddenly terribly dry.
“Cam,” his brother breathed.
“But at least I won’t cum the moment you penetrate me. I can last hours,” Cameron said, but he wasn’t sure that was true with Liam. His heart was actually involved.
One of his brother’s fingers traced the line of his spine, skated over the top of his buttocks and slid between his ass cheeks. Cameron found himself clenching those muscles, trying to keep that teasing finger there.
“I want us to make love. I really want you in me, Liam. I want to scream your name when I cum on your cock alone,” Cameron said, his cock thrumming with every word. “I want you to take me hard and long until I can’t move and then do it again. I want every inch of me to have been touched and tasted by you.”
Liam’s hands were suddenly beside his on the tiled wall. His older brother’s body was pushed firmly against his. Liam’s breathing was hot and frantic in his ear.
“Yes,” Liam whispered. “You’ll have all of that, Cam. And I’ll make you forget every other man you’ve been with. You’re mine, little brother. All mine.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: BRING THE FIRE
Liam took his time drying off Cameron’s body. He did it lovingly. He put all his adoration for his younger brother into his actions. If there was a way he could show his caring it was this soft toweling of Cameron’s hair, the gentle running of the towel up and down his long legs, and brushing it along Cameron’s chest and back. He loved taking care of Cameron. He always had.
“When you were born,” Liam began, which had Cameron snorting.
“We’re goin
g to talk about when I was a baby when we’re getting ready to make love?” His younger brother regarded him out of hooded eyes, the pupils blown with arousal.
Liam grinned. “Yes, we are.”
“Oookay.”
“So when you were a baby you screamed all the damn time,” Liam said.
“What?! I so did not!” Cameron looked scandalized.
“You did. And no one could make you stop. Mom and Dad held you for hours like 23 out of 24 hours.” Liam had made him lift his feet to dry them, too.
“Okay, so I was upset. You know when you’re a baby it rather sucks. Can’t tell anyone what you want. Can’t —”
“Actually, you did know what you wanted.”
Cameron looked down at him curiously, but then understanding flooded his gaze. “You. I wanted you.”
Liam nodded. “The moment I held you, you stopped crying. Mom and Dad looked at us out of these bloodshot eyes, totally zonked out on no sleep, unable to believe what they were seeing.”
“They must have hated me.” Cameron chuckled.
“A little bit.” Liam nodded. “But they knew what you wanted when you cried and it wasn’t for a bottle or a clean diaper.”
Cameron sniggered. “So you were carrying me a lot them?”
“Oh, yeah. You were in my arms all the time. I developed these guns early.” He flexed one massive arm.
Cameron’s sniggers turned into full out laughter. As the laughter slowed, he looked down at Liam. “I knew that I wanted you all along.”
“You did.”
And so did I, Cam.
Liam gently took his younger brother’s cock in his hands, Cameron drew in a sharp breath and Liam noted that he dug his fingernails into his palms.
“I’m going to cum if you keep doing that,” Cameron murmured breathily.
Liam grinned. He was hard enough to pound nails himself. He released Cameron’s cock with a final flick of the towel that had his little brother hissing in pleasured pain. Cameron immediately bounded out of the bathroom, his bare ass flashing Liam, before he grabbed Liam’s nearest hand and tugged him out, too.
“Come on. I want to take this to the bed,” Cameron explained.
Liam’s cock jerked at having one thought that contained his younger brother and a bed. He let Cameron pull him across the apartment. The cooler air had his nipples beading and goose flesh appearing on his arms. The air conditioning was working particularly well - or maybe Cameron was cooling down the place - which suited him fine. For once they were under the covers, their bodies sliding against one another, he would be warm again. Sweat would coat their bodies. It would run down their spines. It would pool on the sheets beneath them. He couldn’t wait.
Cameron released his hand only when they reached the bed’s side and then his younger brother stretched himself out upon it, splaying his arms and legs wide like a cat stretching. He even pointed his toes. Liam found himself snorting at that image even as a rush of heat ran through his cock.
“What? I’m trying to be sexy and you’re snorting?” Cameron mock pouted.
“I’m snorting because I already know you’re going to be a bed hog, little brother,” Liam explained as he kneeled down between Cameron’s spread legs.
Cameron flushed and a smile crept over his lips. “I admit I like to lay diagonally across the bed. But you won’t mind! Because I’ll curl over you.”
“I see. You’ll use me as a body pillow, won’t you?”
“Maybe! You wouldn’t mind, would you?” Cameron gave him big eyes.
“No, I don’t think I will,” Liam couldn’t even tease about that. Having Cameron curled over or around him as they both slept seemed like Heaven to him.
Liam’s fingertips were stroking the tops of Cameron’s thighs. His brother’s skin was creamy and soft. He couldn’t get enough of it. Cameron stretched his arms over his head and pointed his toes again. He was showing off his lean, muscular body, the pretty pink nipples and the lovely rose-flushed cock that curled becoming towards his flat belly.
“I feel like I should say something momentous,” Liam said as he continued to stare down at Cameron, feeling so hungry.
“Why? And like what?” Cameron’s blue eyes were dancing.
“We’re doing this thing that most would consider taboo, but we’re doing it because we love one another so much that society’s rules aren’t stopping us,” Liam explained. His fingertips strayed up to Cameron’s hips and he brushed the sensitive skin there. It was so soft and his younger brother jerked as it was apparently sensitive, too. “And, more importantly, I’ve dreamed of us like this and now … here we are.”
Cameron’s expression was a thing to see as he said those words. His younger brother’s eyes were always mysterious to him. Though he could often read Cameron’s thoughts as if they were beamed into his head, there were times – like now – where he could not read Cameron at all. There was no smile on Cameron’s lips. There was just this intensity. It was this mysterious part of his younger brother that had always drawn Liam, but also it had made him want to comfort Cameron and take away whatever worry brought on those impenetrable looks.
“What is it, Cam?” Liam asked. Cameron’s head turned to the side and his right hand went up to his mouth. Liam touched that hand and linked it with his own. “Cam, look at me.”
Cameron’s gaze slid to him again. There was fear in his eyes. “I swear I’m so stupid.”
Liam blinked. Where was this coming from? “No, you aren’t!”
Cameron brought Liam’s link hand with his down to his chest and held it there tightly. He looked directly into Liam’s eyes.
He’s trying to read me, Liam realized. Like a human lie detector.
“I’m stupid, because I’m going to ask you a question that might …” Cameron stopped and swallowed hard, but then he pressed on, “I don’t want you to regret, Liam.”
“Regret?” But Liam had a feeling he knew what Cameron was going to say, but his younger brother wasn’t going to let him jump ahead.
“What we’ve done so far isn’t … isn’t that bad,” Cameron said.
“Our love is not bad, Cam,” he said fiercely.
Cameron let out a thin laugh that held no mirth. “Oh, just keep thinking that when Mom discovers us one day. Maybe we’ll look at each other too long and in the wrong way in her eyes and she’ll track us down when we think we’re alone and then –”
“I don’t intend to hide what I feel from her. I don’t think it’s possible and I would rather tell her in my own way instead of having her just find out,” Liam interrupted.
Cameron went very still. “What? You want to tell Mom that we’re having sex?”
“I want to tell Mom that you’re my soulmate,” Liam corrected.
Cameron went still again. His eyes were open wide, not blinking. “Why do you want to tell her?”
“Why? Because we can’t lie to her forever and I don’t want to live my life in the shadows, worrying that she’ll find out and –”
“You’re doing this for me,” Cameron interrupted. He gripped Liam’s linked hand. “You wouldn’t choose to be an outcast —”
“Yes, I would. To be with you, I would,” Liam said.
Cameron tightened his hold on their linked hands. “I’m just … this matters so much to me. But I know once we make love that I won’t be able to ever let you go, Liam.”
“I don’t want —”
“It means we can never go back to just being brothers. Whatever life we could have had … it’ll be gone.” There were tears in Cameron’s eyes. “So I’m giving you a chance to …”
“To what?” Liam felt chilled.
“To stop this. We can take it back —”
“No!” Liam suddenly pulled Cameron up into his arms so fast and furious that his brother let out a strangled yelp. “I don’t want to take this back, Cam. I don’t want to stop this. I want to make you mine.”
Cameron put his arms around Liam and clutched him. He was shaki
ng a little.
“Cam?”
“I-I’m o-okay,” Cameron got out. “J-just e-emotional.”
Cameron felt no wave of cold. That was a positive sign. Just shaking, which while it wasn’t good, at least there would be no deep freeze. He rubbed his hands up and down Cameron’s back. His younger brother curled against him.
“Cam, I want to be with you,” Liam told him, rocking him. “I want to be your brother. I want to be your lover, too. The only thing that would stop me from wanting that — no, not from wanting, but from acting upon - is if you don’t want it.”
The shaking slowed then stopped. He unfurled against Liam just enough to look up. Liam reached down and caressed Cameron’s cheek.
“I — I just don’t want to do anything to hurt you, Liam,” Cameron said, his voice small.
“You won’t.”
Cameron surged up so that he was straddling Liam’s thighs. He was steady now. No shaking. No cold. No uncertainty. “If you’re sure, Liam.”
“I’m sure, Cam. You’re who I want.”
Cameron slowly leaned down and kissed him. It was a soft press of lips at first that quickly deepened into one of those breath-stealing kisses that almost hurt in their intensity. Before Cameron, Liam thought that to feel this way was impossible. It was something people read about, but never really experienced. But he was experiencing it now. His whole body tingled as if electrical currents were running through it.
He pulled Cameron tight against him as his hands slid down his younger brother’s spine and cupped his ass. His talk with Cameron had caused his erection to flag, but it was right back to its former hardness. He reached between them and fisted both their cocks in one hand and stroked them. Cameron made this strangled sound in the back of his throat. Prickles of heat built up in Liam’s groin and he realized that if he kept stroking them that he would cum. From the sounds that Cameron was making his younger brother wouldn’t be far behind him.