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Bro stood so that the water pounded against his shoulderblades, protecting Dave from the direct onslaught as he leaned down and kissed his lips. Dave tilted his face up toward him and returned the kiss, his palms pressed against Bro's bare chest as Bro held Dave close, his arms wrapped around his back, and Dave raised his arms to do the same, helping him hold them together.
Dave's kisses were familiar, now. He was sure of himself, he was sure of Bro, and they knew each other well. Yet that never seemed to dampen the hotness of it; no matter how many times he kissed Dave it was still fucking sexy, especially when he moaned directly into Bro's mouth, sending vibrations down his throat.
Bro lifted one hand and tangled it in Dave's hair as he shoved his tongue into his mouth. Dave groaned and Bro pressed them together, Bro's erection squeezed between their stomachs, Dave's pushed up against Bro's balls. He pulled back and looked down into his gorgeous red eyes, hiding none of the emotion from his face, showing Dave just how much he enjoyed his company. Dave's half-closed eyes sent him the same message, and Bro smiled in a fairly seductive way before he turned them so that Dave was in the water.
Dave lowered his arms to his sides as Bro raised his hands to Dave's hair. He stroked it, running the water through it, as Dave closed his eyes. Bro moved his fingers slowly, running them over Dave's scalp, until his hair started to tangle. He then gently pulled Dave forward so that his head was out of the water, and reached for the shampoo.
Lathering Dave's hair brought a thousand memories back to him of washing Dave as a baby. The way Dave used to giggle when Bro would give him a mohawk with the shampoo and then show it to him in the mirror. The way Dave used to squirm when it was time to rinse, because he had gotten soap in his eye once and had been afraid of that for awhile. Bro had been completely different, then; barely twenty years old, completely inexperienced and self-absorbed. He did not appreciate who Dave was, back then. He hadn't valued what he had.
As Bro let his eyes trace over Dave's face now, eyes closed, expression completely relaxed and trusting, he knew he wasn't wasting it now. Dave was, without a doubt, the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he was never going to overlook that again.
He finished lathering Dave's gorgeous blond hair, and traced his fingers and palms down the back of his neck and over his shoulders, spreading the soap. He then reached for the body wash and lathered it onto his hands, and proceeded to glide his palms over every square inch of Dave's naked body. He traced over his left shoulder and down his arm, surrounding it with both palms, washing his hand, getting between his fingers. Dave remained perfectly relaxed, a smile of pleasure on his face, and as Bro's hands moved back up his arm Dave raised it above his head, just like he had done a thousand times when he was very little.
Bro found his eyes tearing up as he washed Dave's underarms, and then stroked his hands down his chest, teasing his nipples until he was fully hard, then running his palms over his lover's stomach. He hadn't appreciated him enough. Oh, God, he had almost lost him in his frantic bout of sleeping with every person in the city; and Bro now felt completely lucky to have gotten away from that without any serious consequences.
"Rinse," Bro said softly, his voice full of more breath than he'd expected, and he saw Dave's lips upturn in a smirk as he stepped back into the water. He looked absolutely delicious as he lifted his hands to his hair and rinsed the shampoo out, his beautiful eyes closed, his sexy face relaxed and in bliss. When he stepped forward again, Bro was already prepared with lather spread all over his hands.
"Turn around," he said softly, and Dave gave him a look that made him weak in the knees as he obeyed. Bro began with his shoulders, spreading the soap down over his back, sliding his hands over Dave's waist and then his ass. Bro slid the side of his hand down between the heat of Dave's cheeks as Dave inhaled. Bro slowly washed him, reaching his hand between Dave's legs to glide over his balls as Dave's breaths came faster. Bro then slid his hands around and over his hips, across his abdomen and then down to his dick. Dave whimpered softly when he took it between both palms, and he leaned forward, pressing his smaller hands against the tiled wall to keep his balance.
Bro stroked him slowly, using both hands, not giving too much pressure nor too much speed. He slid one hand down to massage Dave's balls as he pressed his chest against his back, Dave's ass pushing against the top of Bro's thighs, Bro's dick coming to rest just above Dave's ass.
He stroked his thumb over the head of Dave's cock and he keened, his head falling back against Bro's shoulder, his hands pressed flat against the tiled wall of the shower. Bro took advantage of his helplessness and slid a soap-slicked finger up into Dave. His eyes flew wide open and he groaned.
"Okay, wow," Dave said, his voice low and groaning as Bro slid his finger in and out of him. He leaned down and gently kissed Dave's ear, then moved down to lightly nip at his neck a few times, while he continued to stroke Dave's cock with his other hand.
"Bro..." Dave whispered, his knees threatening to give out on him. Bro stopped massaging Dave's dick and wrapped his left arm firmly around his stomach instead.
"Don't fall, little dude," he said softly.
"Trying..." Dave replied, all of the sarcasm gone out of him.
"I got a surprise for you," Bro whispered into his ear again, his lips brushing over it, causing Dave to shudder as he moved his finger in and out of him at a slow, measured pace. "I'm clean."
Dave did manage a pretty good smirk, Bro had to give him credit.
"No shit, Sherlock," he said. "You just had a fucking shower."
"No," Bro said, sliding his finger slowly out of Dave as he reached down for his own cock. He had to bend his knees quite a bit because of how much taller than Dave he was, but he absolutely did not care as he eased the tip of his cock between Dave's ass cheeks, leaving it to rest, bare, on the outside of Dave's entrance.
"I'm clean." Bro said. It still took Dave another good five seconds for what Bro was saying to register in his head. But when the realization hit him, his eyes grew wide and his mouth parted just so, and it was incredibly sexy.
"Oh, yes," Dave whispered. "Oh yes, oh yesssss...."
Bro gave a crooked half-smile as he held Dave close to him with his left arm wrapped around his stomach. He stuck out his free hand in front of Dave.
"Get me some soap," he said, and Dave's hands shook as he reached for the bottle and squirted far too much into Bro's palm. Bro brought his hand back to his own cock and spread the soap over it, giving it a few good strokes to get himself up to maximum hardness. He then had to bend his knees quite a bit to compensate for how much shorter Dave was, though he absolutely did not mind. He guided his tip inside Dave's hot tightness, and both of them groaned in almost exactly the same manner as he slid easily in, slicked by the soap.
Bro moved his hands down to Dave's hips and tried to help him hold steady as he moved himself slowly in and out of Dave, the feeling of penetrating him bare completely new and different from anything he'd ever felt before. He could feel the walls of his tight heat sliding against his cock on every side, pushing him taught as he slid in, pulling him hard as he slid out. He could feel him; he could feel Dave in a totally new way, his real flesh gliding against him. The friction created sensations that caused Bro to shudder. He never, ever wanted to stop; he would move at this snail's pace forever to make it last as long as he could, and he knew from Dave's low groans that he agreed completely with this idea.
Bro slid in and out of Dave with a measured, patient pace, enjoying every second of sensation that he felt, hanging on every groan that came from Dave's throat. Dave's palms were splayed flat against the tiles, his face raised to the ceiling with closed eyes and an expression of ecstasy that matched what Bro felt. Bro kept his palms firmly on Dave's hips, his whole body tense and ready to catch him if he fell. It felt impossibly good, for a hundred reasons, but mostly because he could see the pleasure reflected in Dave's face.
Bro wanted to go forever, but his knees had other ideas. At no point could he fully straighten them because of Dave's shortness, and after a few minutes they started to ache to the point he couldn't ignore it. With one last groan he slowly pulled himself out of Dave, who whimpered in disappointed protest.
"No, we're not done, quit fucking whining," he said in Dave's ear; the words the same as always but his tone was dripping with sweet honey and soft lust. Without the lustful look of pleasure on his face fading whatsoever, Dave slowly curled his fingers against the wall into his palm, leaving the middle one sticking straight up for Bro to see. Bro smiled. As far as he was concerned, Dave was fucking perfect, because no one else would ever understand him as well as he did.
Once Bro was certain his little bro had his balance, he stepped into the water and rinsed the soap off of himself. He grabbed Dave by the hips and pulled his ass into the water, rinsing the lather off of him on the outside.
"Just gonna leave me full of all-day clean minty freshness?" Dave complained. Bro smirked and wrapped his arms over Dave's shoulders, kissing his ear a few times before speaking into it in low, soft tones.
"Nope, gonna rinse you out with ridiculous amounts of my white hot jizz shoved so deep up your ass you'll be remembering it for days." he said.
"Holy motherfucking yessss..." Dave replied, and Bro could barely see straight as he reached to shut off the water. They both dried off in a hurry and then stumbled into Dave's room because it was five steps closer, and Bro couldn't believe how excited he felt as he pushed Dave down on the bed and kissed him, over and over. Dave lifted his arms and wrapped them around Bro's neck, pulling him close. Dave bucked his hips, lifting them so that their erections touched, and Bro felt inspired to reach down and squeeze their lengths together in his palm.
"Uhhhhh..." was Dave's only reply as Bro started stroking them both together. It felt so good to be this close to Dave, to feel his bare flesh against his dick, and again Bro moved with a steady, slow rhythm, wanting the moment to draw out and last forever, never wanting to stop.
Even though he moved slowly, he still felt the pressure in his balls building. He watched Dave's flushed face carefully, searching for his tells that Bro knew meant he was close. When Dave's breath hitched on a very high-pitched squeak Bro let go, and Dave whined with frustration.
"Dammit," he said.
"You wanna go off already? Because I'm fucking you whether you're finished or not."
Dave's only response was a low groan, and then he reached up and tangled his fingers through Bro's damp hair.
Bro stretched to slide open Dave's nightstand drawer to get the lube, and Dave took the opportunity to plant wet, sexy kisses on Bro's stomach, his fingers tracing gently up his sides. When he found what he wanted he slid his hips down and Dave spread his legs for him, breathing heavily as Bro spread the lube over his swollen dick. When it was good and slicked he tossed the tube on the bed and lowered himself at the same time Dave raised his hips to give him easier access. They had done this probably a hundred times by now, and all of the motions were familiar.
When Bro's tip slid into Dave the first thing he felt was the heat. There was nothing there to dampen the sensation now. He closed his eyes and when he slid in he felt it, he felt Dave surrounding him on every side, Dave's body against him, Dave's flesh squeezing him tight.
"Unnnngh..." Bro said, and then he felt Dave's fingertips on his cheek, and that was when he realized his eyes were not closed, but rolled back in his head. He slid all the way in and held still, and then forced his eyes back around to look down at Dave's flushed face.
"Can't wait to try this shit myself if it's that fucking good," Dave said, his voice full of breath as he spoke. Bro leaned down and kissed his soft pink lips once before he pulled back up to admire his face, and he was aware of his unhindered expression of adoration, and he didn't care.
"Only cause it's you, bro," he said softly, and then he slid out and thrust back in, and Dave cried out as he pointed his chin to the ceiling.
Bro reveled in how good it felt. He kept reminding himself that this wasn't a one-time thing; he'd get to fuck Dave bare over and over, hundreds of times, but that didn't stop him from acting like this was his only chance and he had to make it last. He drew out slowly and thrust in hard each time, causing Dave to scream incoherent "yeses" and "Bros" and "fuck mes". He knew exactly where Dave's sweet spot was and hit it with perfect practice, and he had to give the little dude a lot of credit for holding out this long.
"Brooo...ah....stop!" Dave screamed.
What?
Bro froze. Stop. It took his brain a few real seconds to process that. His blood turned icy with fear. He could not recall Dave ever saying that word before.
"Dude, what's wrong?" he managed to say, though he could not hide any of the emotion from his voice.
Dave looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.
"I was gonna cum," was what he said, completely not upset. "I didn't want to, yet."
Bro's racing heart started to calm down just a little. Okay, it was okay.
He slowly collapsed on top of Dave in a wash of relief, his chest pressing against him as he melted into a puddle, his face buried in Dave's neck.
"...Bro?"
Feelings. Old, ugly, miserable feelings came to him and without even fully being aware of it, Bro sobbed. He could feel Dave's uncertainty in the fluster of his hands, as he didn't know what to do. Bro was fucking crying, in the middle of fucking sex.
He sobbed again, and then Dave's arms were around him, holding him tight.
"Dude, what the fuck?" Dave asked, his voice soft and gentle and full of fear. Bro struggled to explain anything that he felt, but it was nearly impossible, and he struggled to put back his mask of coolness, but it was nowhere to be found.
Bro sat up, and very slowly slid out of Dave before he crushed his now soft dick, as the pleasure was gone. Annoyed at himself for ruining everything, he wiped the tears off of his cheeks and shut his eyes, too ashamed to look Dave in the face.
"You sounded like me," he said, his voice hoarse and cracking and small. "You sounded just like me, and I'm just like him."
Bro watched understanding form on Dave's face.
"Hey, dude, no, it's not like that. Come on, you know it's not like that."
Bro nodded. Of course he knew that. What the hell was the matter with him, dragging up shit like that now?
"Bro, you stopped."
Bro stared at Dave in bewilderment as more annoying tears fell from his stupid eyes. He glanced around the room for his shades. He wanted his shades.
Dave crawled up beside him and put his hand on Bro's cheek, his familiar face inches in front of him, with an expression of nothing but total love.
"Bro, you're nothing like him. I said stop, and you fucking stopped."
Bro stared into Dave's red eyes, eyes like his, his own eyes. Dave's touch, his voice, brought Bro back to the present, back to a room full of nothing but love, fucked up as it was. Bro reached up and put his fingers on Dave's cheek, and Dave closed his eyes and moved his face closer to him. Closer, not further away, and that small gesture said everything neither of them could say with any amount of words.
Dave leaned forward and kissed Bro's lips, and then his thumbs were there, wiping the tears away, and they finally fucking stopped. Dave kissed his cheeks, his chin, and then his neck, and Bro moaned softly. He unclenched the fists he hadn't been aware he'd made, and Dave moved his palms down to Bro's chest and pushed him gently back on the bed. Bro fell to his back, shaking, Dave's form over him, kissing down his chest. Willingly, lovingly.
"Let's do it this way," he said, and that was it; that was all the discussion about it and Bro felt totally grateful. Remembering old shit was the last fucking thing he wanted right now, and explaining it to Dave was something he never wanted to do.
Dave's lips moved slowly over Bro's stomach, tickling him with his breath as he followed the trail of blond hair below Bro's navel with his tongue. Bro was almost embarrassed at how soft and small he was, but Dave didn't seem to care as he slid his tongue down over Bro's squishy flesh anyway. He moved down lower and started to lick Bro's balls...a thing Dave had learned Bro really liked. And it was that gesture that started to bring the heat back; not so much the physical sensation but the knowledge that Dave knew him. Dave knew him, he knew what he liked, and he gave a fuck about what he liked.
Dave let out a heavy breath and the warmth of it stirred the heat in Bro again. He felt Dave smirk as he reached up a hand to stroke Bro's hardening cock, and Bro finally relaxed and let the pleasure come back under Dave's hands, Dave's tongue. Bro was still a little slick, covered in lube and leftover soap from inside Dave, but Dave sat up and reached for the tube, slathering more on anyway. Crouched between Bro's legs, Dave had the perfect angle to pump him, and then Bro felt a surge of pleasure and he inhaled sharply through his nose.
"Awesome," Dave said, and then he climbed over Bro's legs to rest his knees at Bro's sides as he straddled him. Bro left his palms resting on the bed, he didn't move at all as he let Dave have control. Dave took Bro's hardened tip in his hands and guided him up into his ass, and then Bro felt Dave's heat, and then they both moaned as Dave slid down over him, taking him in.
Bro's brain mercifully erased all of its annoying thoughts then and all he felt was Dave again. He bucked his hips, and Dave smirked.
"Yess..." Dave said, and then Bro's hands flew to Dave's hips to hold him steady as he thrust up into him. The position wasn't new; they'd done this plenty of times before, and so all the awkwardness of figuring it out was gone, and it was just pleasure. Bro looked up into Dave's face and that was all he saw there; pleasure and lust and affection in his half-closed eyes. Bro moved one hand to take hold of Dave's cock and he moaned, and Bro started to move as fast as he could, pumping Dave at the same time he thrust into him, and Dave squeezed his eyes tightly shut as he bit his lower lip with his teeth in an expression that was nothing but sexy.
Bro felt Dave tense first and then his eyes flew wide open as he came with a yell, his warm cum shooting up Bro's chest as he shuddered. Seeing that, along with Dave's face of absolute pleasure, sent pulses of heat through Bro. He grabbed his little bro's hips and thrust hard and fast, his mind gone as his world became nothing but Dave's tight hotness and then he came, waves and waves of pleasure pulsing out of him, and into Dave, really into him and he heard Dave groan an "oh, yeah..."
Bro became still, and Dave opened his eyes to look down at him.
"That was fucking hot," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. Dave shut his eyes and pulled himself off of Bro, mess oozing out of him and covering Bro in it. Bro couldn't move. He watched Dave as he grabbed the tissues off the nightstand and cleaned himself off. He then proceeded to clean Bro off, and Bro could only watch him, enraptured with the gentle way he did it, taking care to get in all the crevices, determined not to leave Bro a disgusting mess.
When Dave was finished he crawled back into the bed, and Bro wrapped his arms tightly around him. Dave curled easily into his chest, his face nuzzled against Bro's neck, and Bro's heart sang. Dave was everything to him; his whole life; his brother, his lover, his best friend, his son. He was absolutely certain this wasn't how it was supposed to be. He didn't give a shit.
"We're fucked up," he said, his voice sweet and tender. Dave pulled his head back to look him in the eyes. His smile was bright, his face glowing.
"Yeah, and it's fucking awesome," he replied. Bro smiled back at him, knowing that Dave meant it, knowing that this thing between them was exactly how they wanted it, and fuck what anyone else would say. Dave, naked and sexy and hot, and Bro trusted him, because Dave loved him. He'd just proven that, again; Dave was the only person Bro could fall apart in front of, because he was the only person who loved him, because he was the only person he loved. Bro let himself stare into Dave's eyes, the only eyes that ever saw his own, the only eyes he knew, and before the fuzziness of the afterglow wore off and he came to his senses, he knew he had to say the thing.
"I love you," he said, and instead of feeling sick to his stomach at the complete un-irony of it, he felt happy. He felt free.
Dave stared at him in disbelief.
"You'd better say that again, dude, cause I think I'm hearing shit," he said, his voice cracking a bit as it caught in his throat.
"I love you," Bro said again.
Dave reached his arms around Bro and pulled them tightly together, his lips kissing Bro's over and over, and Bro saw just how desperately he'd needed to hear it, and he felt guilty for making him wait that long. Or maybe that was just how long it took to crack open the stubborn heart that was Bro's, and there was no one else who could have done it. No one else but Dave.
"Fuck," Dave said, wiping wetness from his eyes as he pulled away. "Fuck, I love you too."
Bro laughed, and Dave smiled, and Bro suddenly had no idea why in hell he'd ever tried to teach Dave not to smile, because it was fucking beautiful.
"Tell anyone about this shit and you're dead," Bro said, and Dave just snorted and rolled his eyes.
"Too late, I already sent the headlines in for the front page of Strider Life," he said. "The whole world is gonna fucking know that Bro's human after all."
Bro pulled Dave back into his arms and held him tightly.
"You're not going anywhere." he said, holding him close.
"Finally, he gets it," Dave replied, snuggling back into Bro's arms, and Bro realized that yes, he did in fact, finally get it. Or rather, he was finally able to accept that yes, he and Dave were in love, and it was fucked up, but that didn't mean it didn't count. So fuck the world and what it thought, and fuck his reputation of being a hardass and fuck being cool dude and fuck being a dick. Bro didn't need to care what anyone else fucking thought of him anymore. He didn't give a shit what they thought. He had a thing way more important to him than their approval, and he wasn't ever going to let it go again, not for anything, not for the world.