Risk Takers: a touch of taboo

by Nicky James

  “How can you say that?” My voice rose an octave at his sheer indifference. “Do you even remember last night? Because I’m starting to think you might be missing parts.”

  Harley gave himself a shake, tucked himself back into his pants, then washed his hands before coming back into the room. He was bare chested, his dark blond hair sticking out like he’d just woken up, and he wore the telltale smirk that reeked of familiar, Harley-style mischief.

  “I remember every juicy detail of last night. Question. Where the fuck did you learn to suck dick like that?” He groaned and massaged himself through his joggers. When he dropped his hand, the outline of his semi was clear.

  I shot my gaze elsewhere, my cheeks flaming at his question. Okay, so maybe he did remember everything.

  “Look,” he continued before I could find my voice to protest. “We had fun. That’s all there is to it. Was it unconventional? Fucking-A. But those people loved every delicious second of the show we gave them. That was epic, man. I swear, no one has ever been as bold as we were. We’re gonna be the talk of campus.”

  A surge of adrenaline flooded my veins, and I straightened my spine. “That’s not a good thing, Harley!”

  “Who cares?” Harley threw his hands up. “Most people will think it’s bogus. They won’t believe it. If they do, they’ll spend weeks, maybe months, wondering what it would have been like to have had front row seats to our little show.”

  I couldn’t sit still anymore. How was he passing this off as no big deal? I jumped off the bed. “Harley, we did stuff we shouldn’t have done. Stuff two brothers shouldn’t share. How are you just brushing it off?”

  “Because I’m not a fucking prude, and I don’t care. The question is, why are you freaking out? It was just a couple of blowjobs, okay? It was a good time. It felt amazing. I liked it. Why should I feel bad about it? Because it’s ‘not socially acceptable’?” He put air quotes around the last three words and made his voice deep and professor-like in quality. “Give me a break, Den. Are you telling me you didn’t enjoy my mouth on your cock? Because I’m gonna counter that argument and remind you how you moaned like a slut and begged me to keep going. I’m gonna remind you how fucking hard you came and the death-grip you had on my hair, ensuring I took every ounce of your cum down my throat.” Harley shuddered and grabbed himself again, giving his dick a squeeze.

  My whole body was on fire. A traitorous throb and tingle erupted in my cock at the memories. I was halfway to hard and doing all I could to ignore it—unlike Harley.

  My brother’s complete disregard for morals and ethics shouldn’t have surprised me. This was him. He bent the rules and protested things he found ridiculous. He lived in the moment, partied like it was his last day on earth, and had no regrets.

  I wished I had an ounce of his carefree lifestyle. Our parents had never been able to tame him. Since the day he’d started high school, Harley had marched to the beat of his own drum. They’d spent years deflecting and defending Harley to teachers and principals. There was a time I was sure they were convinced he would never graduate high school. Somehow, to everyone’s surprise, he had.

  When they’d shipped him off to college, I was asked to keep an eye on him. Deep down, my parents knew there was little to be done for their wild child. They just hoped and prayed he walked away with a degree of some kind and didn’t leave them with massive debt and nothing to show for it. I’m sure they also hoped he wouldn’t wind up in jail.

  Harley patted my face, tearing me from my inner turmoil. “Did I break you? Hello?”

  I shoved his hand away, and he laughed. “Stop it. I’m serious. What we did wasn’t okay. You can’t just shrug it off.”

  Harley made a point of doing just that. He overexaggerated a shrug. “Look, I believe I just did. Want me to do it again?” He brought his shoulders to his ears in slow-motion and dropped them with a heavy sigh. “Me, shrugging it off. Man, you are so uptight sometimes. Even a night of multiple orgasms didn’t fix that, huh? It’s a shame. Do you need to go again?” He stared at the swell I was trying to hide in my jeans and licked his lips.

  If my face grew any hotter, I would burst into flames. I covered my erection. “No, I don’t want to go again! Jesus. How can you say that?”

  Harley rolled his eyes and fell onto his bed. On his back, he made a show of rubbing himself through his joggers. “Whatever. I could go again. Like I said, it’s no big deal. Just some extracurricular fun. Scratching an itch, you know. God, I need to come. All this talk of blowjobs and orgasms has me horny. Look.” He tugged his joggers down and hooked them under his balls, displaying his cock. He was hard—rock-hard—and exposed.

  And holy shit, what was happening?

  A surge of pleasure zipped through me. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to.

  Harley took himself in hand and stroked, long lazy pulls, a cocky smirk on his face as he watched me.

  I couldn’t move. This was shock, right? I was in shock from all that had taken place, and now my brother was jerking himself off while I stood in the same room as him. Worse. My brother was pleasuring himself because he was turned on by what had happened between us.

  “Are you insane?” I hissed when I found my voice. I darted my gaze to the door, anticipating his roommate’s return because that was the kind of thing that was bound to happen. “Are you going to fucking jerk off in front of me? What the hell is the matter with you?”

  “I told you. I’m horny. I don’t want to do this by myself. I’d much prefer you helped me out. I have these fuzzy, drunken memories of your mouth on me, and I’d sure like to feel that again. Blowjobs trump masturbation any day of the week, and your mouth was a fucking dream.”

  “Blowjobs with your brother?” My voice squeaked, eyes widening.

  Harley grinned. “How fucking hot is that, right? Illegal and socially unacceptable. Two of my most favorite things in the world. This is right up my alley, Den. Quit overthinking and get over here. I’ll return the favor. I know you loved it. Remember?” He made an exaggerated display of licking his lips.

  I felt hot all over, and my heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs. With my jaw unhinged, all I could do was stare at Harley in horror.

  His smoky gray eyes never left my face as he picked up the pace, shoving his joggers down farther with his other hand so they were out of the way. “Fuck, it’s just as hot with you watching me. Stand there and freak out all you want, but it’s turning you on, Den. I can see your fucking hard-on from here. If you don’t wanna suck me, then join me in a yank, eh? Come on. Don’t be a prude.”

  He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed a minute as he arched his hips and squeezed his length, juicing a drop of precum to the tip. It trickled down and gathered around his moving hand, followed by a second bead of precum and a third.

  My dick throbbed, and I bit my lip.

  “Stop overthinking. I’m okay with it. It doesn’t weird me out. Join me, or don’t.”

  He sped up, his breath coming in short gasping pants. More precum gathered and ran in rivulets down his shaft. He smeared it over his length, using it as lube, and sped up.

  My hand moved of its own volition to the swell in my jeans. The ache was almost unbearable. I needed to relieve pressure or stop the sensations somehow.

  Harley squeezed his eyes closed. “Oh god. It’s gonna happen, Den. I’m so close. Come on. Are you just gonna stand there? Shit…. Oh shit… Den… Den… Suck me, Den. I’m begging you. Let me feel that hot mouth one more time.”

  I was moving before I knew what I was doing, kneeling between his spread thighs.

  He squeezed his base, starving the impending orgasm as he peered at me in anticipation.

  I didn’t think—because I couldn’t anymore—and took him down my throat, hollowing my cheeks and sucking for all it was worth. I loved sucking cock, and being on my knees for Harley the previous night had been the most exhilarating experience of my life.

  He finished on my second pass up and down his s
haft.

  Harley cried out, an ear-splitting roar. The pleasure of it ripped his voice to shreds. Endless pulses of cum filled my mouth, and I swallowed around him again and again. He fisted my hair, keeping me in place as his orgasm destroyed him before slowly putting him back together. Only after the final shudder rocked through his body did he pull me off.

  I glanced up, meeting his eyes. With his hand still on the back of my head, he drew me toward him as he lifted off the pillow. His tongue was in my mouth, licking up all the remains of his orgasm, delving deeper as though he wanted to prove something.

  I surrendered, kissing him back, plunging deeper and groaning my pleasure.

  Then he unzipped my jeans. Harley jerked me hard and fast while he ate at my mouth, biting, sucking, kissing. It was heady and raw and divine.

  In no time, I was coming, crying out. He swallowed my pleasured moans and took me through each wave until I landed back on earth.

  Then and only then did the kissing stop. Out of breath, covered in cum and a thin sheen of sweat, we panted and stared at one another.

  A slow smile spread across Harley’s face.

  “That was fucking intense as shit. Wow.”

  “This is not right.” It was the only thing I could think to say.

  “Fuck that. Who cares? It’s just a bit of fun. Don’t make it more than that.”

  Then Harley kissed me again, stopping my next argument because he knew I’d have many.

  It was good. Dangerous, which was likely what turned Harley on so much.

  But my brain wouldn’t shut up despite how much I was enjoying myself. It screamed and yelled and protested.

  With effort, I managed to replace the steady stream of objections with Harley’s mantra. It was fun. It meant nothing. It wasn’t anyone’s business. Who cared?

  Those words wouldn’t hold me—I was too much of a worrywart—but they’d work for now.

  Chapter Five

  Harley

  Postorgasm, lying with my brother beside me, my dick still wet with his saliva, I knew the peaceful calm wasn’t going to last. Denver’s brain was roaring its protest so loud I could hear it. Okay, what we’d shared wasn’t normal, but who cared? I wasn’t grossed out. He didn’t seem to be either. It had felt fucking fantastic. So what was the big deal?

  Oooohh, we were brothers. So taboo. Insert massive eye roll. I didn’t give a shit about what other people thought. Turned out, my brother knew how to suck cock like a beast, and what kind of idiot would I be to not take advantage of that shit?

  Denver, on the other hand, was struggling to make it okay in his head. If I didn’t convince him to stop worrying soon, he’d be out the door.

  I wasn’t ready for that.

  After he’d dropped me off earlier, I’d landed in bed with a swirl of thoughts racing through my head. I’d relived his mouth on me while jerking off. Tate, my roommate, had given me shit for doing it in front of him, but I didn’t care. I’d been horny again and came like a beast the second I recalled Denver’s deep-throating skills.

  But that hadn’t been the only thing on my mind when I’d been pleasuring myself. I hadn’t been able to stop replaying the way my brother had lost his shit when that blond guy had fucked him last night. It was one of the hottest things I’d seen in a long time.

  Denver showing up this afternoon hadn’t surprised me. I knew when he’d dropped me off that morning he was bordering on panicked. A couple of hours of sleep had only cemented those stupid societal norms deeper into his brain.

  Denver didn’t know how to let loose. Everything was a goddamn battle of right versus wrong for him. But I knew…. I knew he was just as surprised and turned on by last night as I was. He’d wanted it. I’d barely had to encourage him. A little reassurance was all it had taken. Once he’d seen how at ease I was, how much I didn’t care about our relationship, he’d jumped. Holy fuck, his mouth was heaven. I only wished I’d been able to hold off longer.

  And now the orgasm was fading, and the gears were all unsticking, and Denver was going to flip his lid.

  My phone rang on the bedside table. I snagged it and checked the caller ID. Shianne. Apparently, ignoring her wasn’t sending a clear enough message. I didn’t answer and rolled back to my brother.

  His eyes were wild. Twice his throat bobbed with a difficult swallow. Yeah, this was going south.

  I had about ten…

  Nine…

  Eight… Seven… Six…

  Five…

  Four…

  Three… Two…

  “You know,” I said, interrupting the intake of air that would have been swiftly followed by an explosion of uncertainty and panic. “We should make this a thing.”

  He tried to bolt upright, but I was faster. He may have been slightly bigger than me, but I had agility and speed on my side. I pinned him to the bed, our bare cocks lining up. I couldn’t help grinding once and savoring the new tingle stirring my blood to life again.

  “Harley, you’re insane. They’re gonna lock us up.”

  I snorted. “For sex? Are you serious? They aren’t going to lock us up.” I ground against him again, and he squirmed. Maybe he was trying to get away, but the friction was blissful, and when he realized what he was doing, he stilled.

  “What if your roommate comes back? Do you know how this looks?”

  I peered between our bodies, watching our lengths together. I moved once more, and Denver grabbed my hips, stopping me.

  “It looks amazing. Did you lock the door when you came in?” I asked.

  His eyes went wide. “I don’t know.”

  “Then I guess we’d better hope Tate finds something to keep him busy or he’s gonna get an eyeful, isn’t he?”

  “Harley!”

  “Listen. Are you hearing me?”

  Denver dashed his gaze to the door and back to my face.

  When I knew I had his attention, I continued. “How often do you get to fuck?”

  His brows met, and the sheer horror on his face made me laugh. “Why are you asking me that?”

  “I’m gonna guess once a month? Am I right?”

  He frowned, muttering, “Less. I’m not you.”

  “So, think about it. Why not take advantage of this? We could keep each other sated all the time. It’s perfect. Convenient. All the sex, none of the relationship crap. It’s simple.”

  “Simple? This isn’t simple, Harley. It’s fucked up.”

  “Only if you make it that way. Why are you so weirded out?”

  “Because it’s wrong. We’re brothers.”

  “So? That makes it better to me. Who else do I trust like you? No one. It feels good. It’s fun. Why make it taboo just because someone out there says we aren’t allowed? It’s not their business. They don’t have to know. Answer me this, and don’t overthink it. Be fully honest.” I spent a minute riding his cock until he was hard again, and his nails dug into my skin. His breath puffed and stuttered. His lashes fluttered.

  “Does it feel good?” I asked in a whisper.

  “Yes.” He blurted his answer without thinking. “So good.”

  “Exactly. It feels fantastic. So why the fuck are you against it?”

  “Harley…”

  I kept moving. “Let’s make it even better. We can have all kinds of fun like this. We can fuck around all we want. No one has to know. No strings. Just good old-fashioned fun.”

  I rode him until he came, shuddering under me. In a few more short thrusts, I followed. God, I could do this all day. We were a mess of cum and sedation, but I knew we couldn’t pass out on my bed like this, or Tate would come back and find us there.

  The people at the party were one thing, but Tate could have us kicked out of our dorms, or school, or worse. That wouldn’t be good.

  Denver still hadn’t answered me. I let him get up because I knew he needed space. His arguments fell away as we cleaned up the mess and fixed our clothes. Dressed, Denver hovered in the middle of the room looking lost.

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p; “Wanna go out and grab food?” I asked.

  He shook his head and met my eyes. “I have to study and finish some papers.”

  “Sure.”

  I didn’t want to push him, but when he reached for the doorknob and was about to yank it open, I called his name, stopping him.

  “If you don’t want to do this, that’s fine. You know where I stand, okay?”

  He looked me right in the eyes and didn’t hesitate when he said, “I want to. I’m just letting it all sink in.”

  “You’re not weirded out?”

  “Oh, it’s weird, but… No, not as much as I should be.” A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  “Good.”

  Denver left, and the reality of what we’d agreed upon hit me like a truck. My life—our lives—were never going to be the same.

  And I didn’t give a flying fuck.

  * * *

  The following few weeks passed in a haze of blissful surrender. Denver finally disembarked from the worry train, and we spent every available moment sneaking off and exploring this nontraditional thing we’d discovered together. It was all wet mouths and quick handjobs when nobody was looking. If Tate took off for a couple of hours and Denver wasn’t digging his way through a mountain of textbooks, he’d come over, and we’d get off. Sometimes only once. Sometimes repeatedly until we were exhausted.

  Denver was a motherfucking cocksucking god on his knees, and I couldn’t get enough of him or his mouth.

  Shianne’s annoying phone calls had finally petered off, and school was… well, it was school. Mind-numbing and lacking any thrill. Like in high school, I did enough work to keep my grades at a passing level, but that was it. I didn’t care about anything beyond having a good time, getting laid, socializing, and drinking. I was only going to be young once, so whatever.

  I was obsessed with the sneaky adventures I shared with Denver. They were one of a kind, dirty and dangerous, and if anyone found out, it could be bad for both of us, but that was part of the thrill.