Valkyrie

by Raythe Reign

  “I think Mom may be coming around.” Liam’s hands had slipped around Cameron’s back and were riding up and down his spine.

  Cameron gave out a huffy laugh. “Yeah, maybe, we’ll see.”

  “She invited us to dinner and said nothing when we held hands,” Liam pointed out.

  “No, her face did the talking for her.”

  Cameron remembered quite well the frown - the very deep frown - that their mother tried to quickly smooth over when he’d taken Liam’s hand at the table. His older brother had been very careful the whole meal not to touch him, to act as if they were having a normal family supper. They were a family, but they were also together romantically and Cameron didn’t want that fact lost on his mother.

  Liam’s hands were suddenly squeezing his ass, drawing him out of his dark thoughts. “She knows that no matter what she feels, we’re together. She’s trying, Cam. You have to give her that.”

  Cameron, reluctantly, nodded. “I don’t expect her to be — be happy for us. Just … not unhappy.”

  “The two of you are spending more time together alone without too many arguments,” Liam pointed out, obviously intent on finding all silver linings.

  “We’re working on extending her intuitive powers. When we’re together, she’s able to stretch herself more.” Cameron shrugged. “Loki says it’s good for us both. We don’t exactly talk during it.”

  “But you’re together.”

  “All I care about is that we are together.” Cameron got up from Liam’s lap and grasped his older brother’s hand. He tugged Liam to his feet. “I want to test my control again.”

  The light of desire awoke in his older brother’s eyes. “But we have to go to Thor’s —”

  “We will. Don’t worry. We have plenty of time. First,” Cameron said with a curl of a smile, “We make love.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: INTERESTING TIMES

  Liam easily lifted his little brother off of the couch and took him to the bed. He laid Cameron down so that his little brother’s head was on the pillows and he was stretched out in the very middle of the bed. The sheet he’d been wearing fell away and he was glad for its absence. Cameron looked glad, too.

  “Finally! Liam naked,” Cameron chuckled.

  “You were the one that said you didn’t want to share all my natural attributes with the art world.” Liam grinned.

  “I was afraid that you would literally set the art world aflame.”

  Cameron immediately shimmied out of his shorts and t-shirt. With his little brother, clothing was always optional when they were alone. In fact, clothing was often non-existent, which Liam did not mind whatsoever. His little brother was all lean lines and graceful curves.

  Liam kneeled on the bed between his brother legs. He stretched out over him, slowly lowering himself down, propping himself on knees and elbows not to crush the smaller man beneath him. Already he felt the brush of his little brother’s cock against his belly, painting his skin with precum. He smiled down at Cameron who grinned back. Though most of the darkness that had been there when he’d first found Cameron again was gone there was still a trace of it. His little brother would never fully recover from his loss. He would hold that to his heart for every.

  I will never leave him now.

  Cameron’s right hand reached up and feathered in Liam’s hair. He looked concerned. “What’s wrong?”

  “What? Nothing.”

  “Your face went all serious for a moment there.” Cameron drew his fingers through Liam’s locks.

  Liam turned his head into the touch. Cameron stroked his cheek and jaw. “I was just thinking about how we don’t ever have to be apart again.”

  That darkness roiled for a moment in Cameron’s eyes, but then cleared away to sunny blue. He put his arms around Liam’s neck. “We don’t. It’s finally how it should be.”

  “Yeah, it is.”

  They kissed. Liam’s tongue delved deep into his little brother’s mouth, tasting every bit of him. Cameron was citrus and light. A lemony golden taste that would always remind Liam of riding in the desert with the wind in his hair and Cameron’s hands around his waist.

  They broke apart but Liam dove back down to kiss his little brother’s chin and jaw. He dragged his lips along Cameron’s throat to the hollow at its base. Like a hummingbird dipping his beak into a flower for nectar, Liam’s tongue flickered out and danced along Cameron’s skin. His little brother let out a gasp of pleasure. He moved further down Cameron’s chest, licking and kissing as he went. Cameron’s nipples beaded under his tongue. His little brother’s breathing hitched and his fingers dug into the muscles of Liam’s back as he traced the hills and valleys of Cameron’s stomach.

  The golden patch of hair between Cameron’s legs was rough against his cheek, but he rubbed against it anyway. The tight curls were heavy with the scent of musk and his spicy bodywash. He kissed the skin right above those curls. Cameron shifted his hips restlessly underneath Liam, but he still those sweet movements with one hand across his little brother’s belly.

  “You want me to stay still when you’re teasing me like that?” Cameron had sat up on his elbows and was looking down at him with a quirked smile on his lips. His pupils though were blown wide with arousal.

  “I’m taking my time.”

  “But Thor’s —”

  “We won’t miss it. But I’m not rushing this.”

  Liam grasped Cameron’s cock. It was hard, but covered in velvety soft skin. He stroked it. Drew it against his cheeks. Ran his lips along its length. Let his tongue snake out and lick the creamy, pearlescent precum on the slip. Cameron’s head fell back against the pillow with a groan.

  “You taste so good after you drink mead. Or I should say that you taste especially good,” Liam murmured against the tip of Cameron’s cock.

  Cameron spread his legs wider, urging him to explore some more. Liam hardly needed the invitation. He licked down the shaft of his little brother’s cock to the nest of curls and the softly furry balls. He sucked one of them inside his mouth and Cameron’s hands beat on the bed. He then took the other one in and sucked hard on both. Cameron made a guttural sound in the back of his throat.

  Liam kissed behind Cameron’s balls. His little brother pulled his legs to his chest and rolled up. Liam grabbed a stray pillow and put it beneath Cameron’s hips. He put his hands on Cameron’s ankles to help him keep them up. Cameron’s anus was exposed. It was a tight pink swirl of muscle. It tightened as his breath ghosted against it. Cameron was murmuring something about angel wings then. Liam grinned.

  He leaned in and kissed the pink thing. The muscle tightened when his lips touched it. His tongue snaked out and he lapped at it. The taste of Cameron here was always more intense. A deep earthiness with citrus and musk. His tongue traced the muscle. He probed the opening. His tongue pushed inside. A little at first, but then deeper with each consecutive thrust. Until he popped through that opening. The tip of his tongue touched soft as silk skin inside his little brother’s body. Being inside the person he loved the most was sacred. It felt a bit like he was touching the divine when they were physically connected.

  Cameron’s body clenched down around his tongue and Liam smiled around it. Soon enough his cock would be in this tight heat. He pushed his tongue further inside and wiggled it around. His lips suctioned over Cameron’s anus as he stretched his little brother for their lovemaking. His little brother’s head thrashed on the pillows as his tongue slipped in and out of his body. His hands fisted in the sheets. He loved being eaten out.

  “Your fingers … your fingers in me, too,” Cameron gasped out.

  Liam wanted lubricant, not just spit, for that kind of breach of his little brother’s body. He drew up and leaned over Cameron’s body to grab the lube from the nightstand. This nightstand was metal. After the burning of the other one, they decided that the less flammable material around their bed the better.

  One-handed, he popped the top of it open and immediately brought the tu
be down between Cameron’s thighs. He stuck the nozzle snugly into his little brother’s ass and squeezed a generous amount inside of Cameron. His little brother groaned again.

  “Damn! Just … fingers … inside … now!” Cameron commanded.

  A light sheen of sweat coated Cameron’s face. His skin glistened in the sunlight that streamed through the high windows on the side of the room. He was a picture to behold. Liam wished that Cameron could paint himself just like this so it could be captured. A wiggle of Cameron’s ass brought him back to the important task he had before him, which was getting Cameron nice and stretched so that they could make love hard and heavy.

  Liam framed the tight, shiny opening with one hand while he pushed the pointer finger of the other hand inside of him. He let it sink slowly, but surely inside. The heat slickness had his own cock throbbing almost painfully. He’d been careful not to touch himself, because there was always a danger of cumming prematurely when he was stretching his little brother out like this.

  Cameron arched as Liam’s pointer finger sank into him up to the knuckle. Liam let the finger just stay there, unmoving, for a moment. He felt Cameron taking in deep breaths to try and convince his body that Liam was a welcome invader within its depths. Only when his little brother started to move again, pushing up against him, did Liam allow himself to move.

  He drew his pointer finger out and thrust it back in slowly at first, but then gathering speed to match Cameron’s rising hips. He snuck in a second finger without slowing down the desperate thrusts, but the third had Cameron gasping and his hips shuddering to a halt.

  “Don’t strain yourself. Don’t move. Let yourself adjust,” Liam soothed as he shifted his other hand to Cameron’s cock.

  Pleasure was needed to distract Cameron from the painful stretch. The stretching had to be done though and had to be thorough. Liam was big all over and the last thing he wanted was for Cameron to tear.

  He grasped the velvety shaft of Cameron’s cock at the base. He could feel his little brother’s heartbeat in it. Both hands were still as he just enjoyed the sense of life that he experienced when he touched his little brother’s cock. This slender, elegant organ was such a dear part of Cameron to him. He started to massage the shaft. Not just stroke it up and down, but squeeze and release as he went. More precum immediately bubbled up to the top and gushed out of the slit. Liam lapped it up and closed his eyes as his little brother’s taste broke over him again.

  For a moment, he imagined if he had lived after saving Cameron from the Gash and stayed together in the family home. He imagined having his little brother - looking like this - in a bedroom just down the hall. Would he have been able to stay away? Or would he have drifted down the hallway when Cameron was getting out of the shower. His little brother wearing nothing but a towel and then dropping that, too. The long lines of Cameron’s body being outlined by the gold sun while he stood in the doorway. He would have gone in. He would have framed Cameron’s slender waist with his large hands. He would have pressed his clothed front against Cameron’s naked back.

  Cameron would have stiffened in surprise and said, “Liam … what are you doing? Why are touching me like this?”

  And he would have buried his face into the damp hair, still warm from the shower, but rapidly cooling in the air conditioning and said, “Because I love you. I’ve always loved you and I can’t bear not to make you know it with my body.”

  Cameron’s breath would have drawn in sharply, in shock or maybe desire. He would have slowly turned in the prison of Liam’s arms - because Liam would not have been able to let him go - and would have looked up into Liam’s eyes with his matching sky blues one. They had the same eyes. A crystalline blue. They got them from Thor, but he wouldn’t have known that. He would have only known that those same eyes marked them as related. Shared blood. Shared fate.

  “Do you really want this, Liam?” Cameron would have asked.

  “Are you willing to give it to me if I really do?” Liam would have breathed into Cameron’s parted, pink lips.

  Their mouths would have nearly been touching then. They would have been breathing each other’s breath. Cameron’s lips would part to say something. Yes. No. I don’t know. But Liam would have to kiss him. If he could just imprint his love with a kiss on Cameron then maybe his little brother wouldn’t draw away. Cameron lips would be sweet. They would open more in surprise or invitation and he would delve deeper inside. And when he pulled back, he would look into Cameron’s eyes - those same eyes as his - and see if the kiss and his love were welcomed or not.

  “I’m good, Liam. I’m so good now. You can move,” Cameron breathed.

  Liam blinked and came back to the moment. His fingers in his little brother’s beautiful body and Cameron looking at him with love. He found a rather tremulous smile crossing his own lips. They had gone through so much to be here. But here is where they were meant to be. There was no question that his little brother loved him back in just the same way.

  “I love you, Cam,” he whispered.

  A smile as bright as the sun crossed his little brother’s lips. “I love you, too. I love always and forever.”

  “Always and forever.”

  Liam took a moment to let those words sink into his soul, before he drew his fingers out of Cameron slowly, drawing them apart to increase the stretch then he brought them together and speared them inside once more. The lube made the way slick and the slide easy. Cameron was letting out little sighs with each inward thrust and a keen when Liam would pull out. His ass muscles clamped down on Liam’s fingers as if to keep them inside.

  “It’s time,” Liam said.

  Cameron didn’t answer verbally, but instead tilted his hips invitingly so that Liam had plenty of access to his body. Liam fumbled for the lubricant again. When he found it, Cameron had rocked up and grabbed his wrist. He looked into Cameron’s eyes. He looked almost wild with desire.

  “Let me do it. I want to feel you first,” Cameron explained.

  Liam released the tube to him and Cameron hastily squeezed a large dollop into his left hand and then rubbed both hands together. The lubricant was clear so that Liam could see the oil paint that stained his little brother’s elegant fingers as he cupped Liam’s cock with both hands. Liam hissed. His cock quivered as soon as Cameron touched it.

  “Don’t lose control yet,” Cameron teased huskily.

  Liam dug his fingernails into his palms. The pain offset the intense pleasure of having Cameron’s hands on him. Those hands moved with aching slowness, and just the perfect pressure, up and down his shaft, coating it with the slick lubricant. Those clever fingers fluttered over his cockhead, teasing the slit open, so that Liam curled forward as pressure and pleasure exploded in his groin. Those fingers went lower and rolled his hot and heavy balls, slicking them, too.

  Cameron’s lips were suddenly running along his jaw. He’d clenched his teeth in reaction to the overwhelming urge to cum. Cameron’s kisses had his relaxing even as his cock throbbed with the need to cum. His little brother did a complete circuit of his jaw and chin with kisses before placing the lightest kiss on his lips. Then Cameron lay back down, brought his knees back up to his chest, and exposed himself again. The tight pink pucker was loosened and was glistening with lubricant as was his large cock.

  Liam grasped his little brother’s hips and positioned the head of his cock at Cameron’s opening. The muscles in his body trembled with the need to just thrust inside. But he forced himself to ease in. One inch at a time and then a rest. One inch and then a rest. Cameron was so tight around him like a glove. There was no room for error.

  Cameron’s arms went around his neck and he dragged Liam down to kiss him. This also had the effect of more of Liam’s cock sliding home inside of him. As Cameron kissed him, tongue and teeth and lips, his balls met the opening of Cameron’s body. His little brother’s back passage tensed around the entire length of him. It was as if his cock was in the center of a hot inferno that pulsed in time to C
ameron’s heartbeat. Liam let out an inarticulate cry into Cameron’s mouth.

  Cameron’s legs slid around to his back and his heels dug on either side of Liam’s spine. He pulled Liam to him, kept them pressed together, as both adjusted to the heat and fullness. His little brother stared into his eyes and Liam swore he could see the skies of Asgard in them. He leaned down and kissed him. It felt more like a kiss of life than passion as he felt like he breathed his little brother in.

  “Move, Liam. Make love to make,” Cameron begged as their lips parted.

  Liam ground his front against Cameron’s ass. “You have to release me, little brother. You’ve got me quite trapped here.”

  “I just don’t want you to go away.”

  Those Asgard blue eyes did not blink. Liam kissed his forehead.

  “I’m never leaving you again.”

  Cameron blinked, slow and sure, but let up on his death grip with his legs, easing off so that Liam could move. And move he did.

  Slow at first. Just a rocking of hips. Their gazes locked together as Liam pulled out further and thrust deeply back in. Cameron’s hands raked down his arms until their hands were linked together on his little brother’s hips. The bed creaked and groaned as the metal frame began to shift over the wooden floor.

  Liam shifted Cameron’s legs so that they were over his shoulders and he could go deeper. He pulled out so far that his cock was almost entirely free of Cameron’s body. He quickly pushed back in up to the hilt. His balls were pressed between them. They were hot and full and it felt like he might cum simply from the pressure between them so he was forced to pull out of his little brother’s glorious body. But he was drawn back in again and again. He needed them to be as fully connected as possible.

  Cameron lifted himself up, showing amazing strength. Liam kneeled down on the bed so that Cameron was straddling him and his little brother sank deeper down onto his cock. Both of them let out shaky moans. They rested their foreheads together, breaths mixing, sweat dripping down their temples and mingling on their bare legs where the drops fell.