Oh, Brother!
by Pluto

Oh, Brother!

by Pluto

It started up every evening, right around eight-thirty: girlish moaning straight out of a classic porno, building up to a crescendo of "yes, yes, yes!" worthy of any Jenna Jameson. If the window wasn't open it came in almost as clearly through the vents.

"Well, that's awkward." Neil Harrison tried his best to look nonchalant, picking up his coffee cup and setting it back down without drinking. He was embarrassed that he hadn't considered the time when inviting Alton over. He had wanted to make an impression, but guy-with-live-action-porno-upstairs wasn't quite what he'd been thinking.

Alton Sun blew over the rim of the delicate china teacup he held. "What?"

"Ah...." Neil shifted and wondered if Alton was just being polite. He tried not to stare at Alton's neat, prim mouth as it pursed to blow on the hot tea. "That." He cocked his head towards the ceiling vent, which had begun to broadcast "Oh, harder, yes, oh, oh!"

He tried to make light of it when Alton only sipped from his tea and nodded. "I never thought real people said those sorts of things in bed, you know?"

Alton only glanced at him, silent. Neil was sure the look in those (fascinating, deliciously almond, exotic) dark eyes was criticism, or disdain, or disapproval of some sort. He shifted again, awkward, suddenly remembering all the times he'd ever said things like that in bed. Come to think of it, sex talk only seemed silly when you weren't involved. Once you were fucking or being fucked, all sense of "cheesy, stupid, who the fuck would ever say that" went straight out of the window.

Which probably wasn't the best thing to be thinking of at the moment, especially considering present (hot) company. He got up abruptly and tugged the front of his rumpled dress-shirt down. "Can I get you more tea?"

"I'm fine." Alton set his cup down, precisely in the center of one of the coasters Neil had on the coffee table but never used. Neil noticed the fact that the man's slim, beautiful fingers were astonishingly manicured just as the vent and window went in stereo: "OH YES! YES! AH!"

He wanted to lick those hands. It was all he could think about, all of a sudden. Which was very, very bad.

He rubbed at his trademark sideburns and tried to laugh, to bring the conversation back to its real purpose. "So, mum and dad's wedding was pretty amazing, huh?" Neil's mother, fifty-two, and Alton's father, sixty, had gotten married just last week. Neil's mum had suggested the boys get to know each other, so he'd invited Alton over for coffee.

"Their marriage neither makes my father yours, nor your mother mine."

Thankfully, Alton did not bring up the matter of their new relationship. Neil wondered if the man's aloofness added to his attractiveness, or annoyed him. Added, he thought; Alton looked like he belonged in some slick romanticized movie about government assassins, tall, black-clad and stunningly handsome. (To which, Neil thought, he played a rather perfect if somewhat bumbling detective, in his not-quite-pressed broad-shouldered suit and lack of tie, vaguely slicked back hair and impressively-unfashionable sideburns. Not to mention, five o'clock shadow. Very Columbo.)

"Well, mum doesn't think so." Neil regretted his words as soon as he said them. He sounded childish. "I mean, she's told me how excited she is to have you as her new son. She's been raving about you."

"Right."

Neil barely noticed the brush off. He was wondering how soft Alton's hair would feel under his fingers. Loose and longish, it was the only thing about the man that wasn't buttoned or zipped or tied or suppressed within an inch of its life. No wonder he'd barely acknowledge the Debbie Does Dallas soundtrack coming from the apartment above.

Neil imagined how Alton would act if he asked, "So, in the name of brotherly bonding, can I suck your cock? For mum and dad's sake, of course."

Out loud, he said, "Look, I know this is awkward, and this time I don't mean our X-rated friends upstairs, but I really do think mum and - your father - would be happy if we could be friends. I mean, I know you can't force these things but maybe we ought to try."

"We meaning I." Alton stood up; his long dark trench coat, which he'd never bothered to take off, swirled dramatically around his legs. Oh, his legs. Neil could follow them for hours... up and up and up. Alton was impressively tall for an Asian man, at least, in Neil's limited experience. He tried to focus on the real reason he'd invited Alton here. It was hard.

"What?" Neil said, becoming aware that Alton was still talking.

Alton blinked. "You're staring at me."

"What? Oh, sorry, I just... that's a great jacket."

It was a lame cover-up, and they both knew it. Alton took black kid gloves from his pockets, declaring his intention to leave by pulling them on. Neil swallowed. Alton looked more like a movie-star-government-secret-agent than ever.

He wanted those gloved hands on his skin. Badly. He wondered when his brain had turned this from "getting to know your new step-brother for mum's sake" to "oh my god hot man pant pant pant!" He supposed it was when he'd first seen Alton at the wedding, actually, before he was told the man was his new stepbrother. Or possibly when the kind folks in 202A upstairs decided to start having sex loud enough for the entire state to hear. That sort of thing disrupted logical thinking.

"I appreciate your desire to look out for your mother," Alton said, then added, "and my father. But I don't think it's necessary. We won't be living in the same house, or sharing in any other familial activities. No need for us to play at being brothers for their benefit."

"Good," Neil wanted to say, "So it's alright for us to fuck?"

The sex noises from above started again in full force. Neil fought the urge to grab a shoe and hurl it at the roof. He forced a smile. "You know, if we were brothers, I'd be your older brother, I think. You're thirty, right?"

"Twenty-nine."

"I'm thirty-one."

"I thought you were younger."

Neil wasn't sure if it was a criticism or a compliment. He decided to take it as if it were the latter. If Alton weren't so damn good looking... well, he would have let the man have his way and leave, that's what. He wanted to make his mum happy, but not that badly. He fumbled for another topic of conversation. "Is it true in Asian families that if I were your older brother, you'd have to listen to whatever I said, like I was your dad?"

Alton shrugged. "Don't know. Maybe in theory. We weren't raised very Traditional."

He said "Traditional" as if it were a school of Child Upbringing. Neil supposed it was, in a way. He kicked himself for being pathetic enough to keep this dragging on and on. "Look, if you have to go, it's cool."

Alton looked relieved. "Thank you for the tea."

Neil extended his hand, and Alton took it. The gloves were smooth and Alton's grip was firm, strong. Upstairs, the woman moaned and Neil thought that he wanted to make the exact sound she was making. He surprised himself by saying, "Maybe you should stay the night."

"What?" Alton said, which was exactly what Neil was thinking.

"I mean... it's pretty late and the roads are bound to be slippery and...."

Alton turned away from the door. His eyes narrowed slightly. "You didn't ask me here just to please your mother, did you?"

When in doubt, tell the truth. Neil tried to laugh it off. "Um, maybe not entirely."

He was startled when a gloved fist bunched up the front of his shirt, the momentary thought that he was going to have to punch out Alton and somehow explain it to his mother flickering through his mind. But instead of hitting him, Alton shoved him back into the wall and kissed him, hard enough to bruise. Neil stared after him when Alton broke the kiss, stepping back and wiping his mouth. He wasn't used to getting pushed around by thinner, shorter, prettier men.

"You too?" he asked, when he found his voice.

"Sometimes," Alton said, and Neil winced. Weekender? Married? Furtive-rendezvous-in-the-men's-restroom type? He realized he knew basically nothing about this man that earlier he'd been proposing take up a relationship closer than boyfriends with. He kicked himself mentally, but it didn't help. "If we do this... family thing - " in Alton's mouth it was a dirty word - "You can call me big brother. And you can do whatever I tell you."

Definitely in over his head. Neil stunned himself by nodding. Fuck, he was desperate.

Girl-Upstairs rewarded them with a loud and lusty climactic cry. "I'm coming," she screamed. "Uh, god, coming!!"

Alton smiled, for the first time that evening. Neil decided he didn't like that smile very much. "Think you can out do her, little brother?"

Fingers cupped his crotch, stroked the outline of the hard on he was sporting. He was off to a good start, tipping his head back and groaning despite himself. "Fuck. Oh, Fuck." His fly was opened, gloved fingertips skimming over his sensitive skin as his briefs were tugged roughly out of the way. The sensation made him suck air through his teeth, hissing. Then he was free of his grey slacks, soft leather encircling him, rubbing and stroking. He arched and thrust into Alton's hand, his fingers digging into Alton's shoulder.

Alton's teeth closed on his earlobe. "Go sit on the couch," he murmured.

Neil found himself sitting on the couch, and wondered again why he was letting this (incredibly hot young stranger) jerk control this. His cock twitched, and he was reminded that he'd started this whole thing.

"I hate you," he grumbled to his cock. "You always get me in trouble."

Alton looked over, in the midst of stripping off his gloves. "What?"

"Nothing."

Alton opened up his black pants and took himself in hand, stroking. He was disturbingly silent as he grabbed Neil's hair and pulled him forward, rubbing his cockhead against Neil's lips. Neil opened his mouth out of habit, flicking his tongue out to taste Alton, but he was given no time for teasing. Alton shoved himself forward, thrusting between Neil's lips. Neil had just enough time to smirk a bit and think "married" before he was wincing and grabbing at Alton's hands, which were yanking brutally on his hair.

Men like Alton never had time for niceties. They wanted their guy-sex fix, and then to return to "normalcy" as quick as possible. Neil regretted ever asking Alton over to discuss family business, but he regretted even more that he couldn't enjoy this moment that he'd fantasized about since the wedding.

Alton pulled out of his mouth with a wet pop. Neil took the opportunity to wipe his mouth - on Alton's jacket.

"You know," Alton was saying, "I barely even noticed you at the wedding. But now I'm glad you dragged me over here to get to know you better."

Neil gave him an unamused half-smile and wrapped his hand around Alton's sex, trying to get a little control of the situation. "Great," he said, dryly, "I'm so glad too."

"'Big brother,'" Alton pulled Neil's head towards his crotch.

"Mrgg mruuer," he repeated, swallowing Alton back down. He hoped that Alton would come quickly and leave. He hoped that the people upstairs would start up again and put both of them out of the mood. He hoped doubts would suddenly wilt Alton's cock and leave them both unsatisfied.

He hoped... Alton pushed him back again. "I want to fuck you."

"All that foreplay, Prince Charming?"

Alton glared at him. "Take your pants off."

Neil sighed, and thought for the fiftieth time that if Alton wasn't amazingly, stunningly, GQ-model hot, he wouldn't be doing this. Sadly, Alton was, and he was taking off his pants, because his brain had given up and let his cock have full control of his body.

"Condoms?" Neil pointed back towards the entrance to the apartment. "In the bathroom, just by where you came in. In the cabinet above the sink. There's some Wet on the back of the toilet, beside the magazines, and - "

Alton shut him up with a look. "I want you to get on your knees, on the couch. Face the window. Bend over and shut up."

Alton went to get condoms. Neil got on the couch, bending over so that his elbows and chin rested along the back. He was glad he'd wasted the money on a nice, cushy sofa. Granted, he had been thinking along these lines when he'd bought it. As he stared out the window, a slim, Britney-Spears look-alike got into her car. He wondered if she was the porn-starlet from upstairs. Probably. He waved at her, even though she couldn't see him.

"Thanks a lot. He's hot, and this is so worth it," he said out loud. "Really it is. It's like getting fucked by Keanu Reeves. Or Neo. Or something. The man's stupider than dirt, but hot."

He wrinkled his nose. He didn't really find Keanu Reeves attractive at all. Those beady eyes... Come to think of it, Alton did resemble the man, in more unfortunate ways than one.

He was interrupted by cold hands prodding at his butt. It was about as erotic as being on an examining table, rather than in the middle of some hot sex-driven encounter with his hot new stepbrother. One finger, two finger, three finger more...

...Alton was fumbling around a lot in there. "Uh, need a little help?"

Fingertips suddenly curled and sent sparks behind Neil's eyes. He rocked forward into the couch gasping. "Christ!"

"Touch yourself," Alton directed, leaning forward. His long hair tickled Neil's neck, breath hot against his skin as fingers thrust inside him. Neil reached back, all too happy to comply. Alton seemed to have found a magic spot that was making. His Toes. Curl.

"Nhhh," he was vaguely aware of saying. "More. More. Please. Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck." He rocked back onto Alton's hand, his own pumping hard between his thighs, and shit oh shit he was gonna and all over the couch and nothing a little Febreeze couldn't handle right and -

"Stop," Alton said, removing his fingers.

"Don't wanna," Neil whimpered, trying vainly to find them and be filled once again. One knee slipped off the couch and he stumbled, killing his near-orgasm completely. He sighed.

There was the crinkle and tear of foil, and he turned to watch Alton rolling a condom over his cock. Alton caught him looking. "Face the window."

"Meanie." But he faced the window.

Something slippery and hard pressed up against him, rubbed along the cleft of his buttocks. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, little brother?"

"Yeah."

"What?"

Neil groaned. "YES."

"Louder."

"I want it! Please, fuck me!"

Alton's hand came down on his buttocks, startling him. "Big brother."

"Goddamnit, Alton! Just fucking do it!"

Upstairs, someone thudded against the floor. Neil was trembling, trying to strain back against Alton, so fucking close. Alton put a hand in the small of his back and pushed him away.

"Please," Neil gasped, relenting. "Please fuck me, big brother."

He made a sound the upstairs neighbors would have been proud of as Alton pushed into him, seating himself in one slow, easy motion. He wasn't aware his voice could get that high.

"God, you're tight."

Alton fucked him with a selfish, greedy rhythm, not even bothering to reach around, but Neil didn't mind. He was to the point where he was happy fucking his own fist and being filled up, getting closer again, closer and closer and closer...

"Harder," he shouted. "Harder, yes, fuck, please oh god oh!"

He almost lost it again when a shout drifted through the window. "Will you keep it down down there!" Maybe they didn't appreciate it as much when it was a grown man doing the porn talk instead of a hot chick. Neil grinned with satisfaction, at least until Alton put a fist in his hair and yanked his head back as he thrust.

"I want everyone to hear you, little brother."

Neil could only moan; he was practically coming already, just a little more, just a little, "Oh yeah, oh, oh, fuck yeah fuck yeahshitohfuck!"

It was a little disconcerting to break into laughter as he came, but he was doing it, laughing and coming and his face scraping against the fabric of the couch and his hand wet, his knees wet and Alton still pumping away behind him. He couldn't stop laughing, even when he was aware of Alton cursing him out.

Then Alton was grabbing his hips and practically wrenching him off the couch; he felt the cock inside of him jump and twitch, and then Alton pulled out of him, groaning.

They stood, clutching each other, his back to Alton's front, trembling in unison for one moment.

He collapsed onto the sofa as soon as Alton let him go. The laughter trailed off and left him empty. He looked at Alton peeling off the condom and wiping himself off with a tissue, and wondered yet again what the hell he'd been thinking.

Alton tucked himself away and zipped up his pants. He looked, odd enough, as neat and handsome as he'd come in, except for the thin sheen of sweat on his perfect skin. Neil looked for his own pants; they were in a tangled mess under the coffee table, and he was too lazy to reach for them.

"We should do this again, yeah?" He kicked himself as soon as the words came out, twice as hard when Alton turned those flat, expressionless shark's-eyes on him. "Strengthen the good ole family bond?" He fumbled for an I-don't-care-if-you-do-or-you-don't smile. It didn't really work.

"I don't think so." Alton frowned, then added, "I'll call you."

Neil watched him go, not sure if he was pleased or disappointed by the response, by the entire evening. He sat for a minute, then pawed the remote off of the coffee table and turned on the television.

The apartment was too quiet.