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The cheers of the riders of the roller coaster overhead shrieked by. Tommy and his friends were at an amusement park, recording for a video.They had gone on a few rides, enjoyed some cotton candy, and joked around a good bit. Tommy had his arms around Phil and Tubbo, laughing to the camera as the filming for the vlog wrapped up. Wilbur was behind it, smiling. He loved helping his little brother out this way. He was worried when Tommy grew to adulthood, he’d replace him with professional camera people, and Wilbur wouldn’t always be around. But even as Tommy’s subscribers topped, the 18 year old stayed the same, dancing around, staying energetic, and keeping WIlbur on board. Wilbur stopped recording, but even as the content creators fistbumped and chatted, going over cuts and edits, and eventually saying goodbye, Wilbur was looking through the footage, freeze framing certain bits. Where the rides had blown up his shirt, or where Tommy had to adjust the harness at the climbing wall. The tall brunette reached down, having to surreptitiously adjust himself. Rolling still through the footage, he saw the signal, and there, just barely peeking out, was the bright pink tip of Tommy’s 4 inch dick. That was another perk of being Tommy’s cameraman, brother…and lover. Wilbur could never be sure hope much skin shown was accidental, and how much was Tommy toying with him, but damn, did it always look good.
Tommy suddenly popped up over the camera screen, grinning at Wilbur’s startled look “Whaaaatcha lookin at Wilby?”
Wilbur chuckled, “Well, you know exactly, Mr. Show-off-on-the-Captaillar-Ride.”
“Oh, you caught that huh? Good thing that won’t make it into the video, huh?”
“One of these days, i might just slip up and leave it in.” Wilbur teased. “See what everyone thinks of my little bro’s littler pecker.”
Tommy paused, a dusting of pink across his cheeks. Wilbur looked around, the other two having already disappeared, and little focus on them by the other park goers. So he leaned forward, over the screen, and kissed the blond on the nose.
Tommy stepped back, doing his half chuckle, half giggle signature laugh, “Whoah Woah Woah bossman, buy me a drink first!” He smiled to Will.
The older smiled back, and said, “Let’s go put the equipment away, then sure.”
“Great!” Tommy bounced behind Wilbur as they headed for the van, Wilbur taking out the SD card before packing the delicate camera away. When he straightened up, Tommy was right behind him. “So what’s the plan big bro?”
Wilbur reached out to muss Tommy’s hair, chucking again at the squawk of outrage. “I’ve got us a couple passes for a few rides you haven’t gone on yet.”
“Fuck yeah Wilby!” Tommy smiled, trying to neaten his hair.
Wilbur chided, “Language Tommy. Unless you want me to wash out your mouth.”
Tommy stuck out his tongue, and Wilbur caught it between two fingers easily, the smaller male protesting incomprehensibly until Will let go. “Now, come on. We have some rides to get on.”
The brothers expired the amusement park, getting on rides the cameras were not allowed on, higher speed ones, and upside down. Tommy whooped and hollered, especially when Will *accidentally* brushed Tommy’s shirt up and the centrifugal force of the ride forced the blond to have to collect his shirt off the ground under the coster, Wilbur absolutely loved seeing that lithe body with that hint of treasure trail, on display for anyone to see. It finally put him over the edge. Tommy wrestled the article of clothing back on, and walked over.
“What’s next bossman? The Triple Tracker Twister? The Ferris Wheel, th-”:
“Well, I did get you an, exclusive pass.” Wilbur said with a smirk
With that, Tommy’s eyes lit up, widening, “No wayyy!!!”
“Yes, way. It’s something weird, don’t remember the name…” Wilbur tapped his chin
“Ooo ooo oooh what was it what was it???”
“It was something with a long D sound….and three Xs…and a 8 inch height thing.”
“Huh?” Tommy’s brows knit in confusion.
“Oh nothing, let me show you the way.”: Wilbur walked back, past the rides, following signs, Tommy right on his heels. Wilbur ducked inside the men half of the restroom, Tommy only more confused.
“Wilbur this is the bath-” Wilbur grabbed Tommy’s shirt, pulling it off, as he picked Tommy up, setting him on the sink, pressing up against him as soon as the fabric was discarded, mouth going to the others throat to mark. Tommy moaned, confusion wiped away. His thighs gripped around Wilbur’s hips, trying to draw him in even more. The idea that anyone could just walk in and find them, two brothers, entangled in taboo tightness, was evidently a turn on to them both. Only one jerky hand was dispatched to fumble for Wilbur’s trousers, his attention elsewhere. Primal, pent up, and hungry. His teeth bit and nibbled, the young adult’s peach skin soon discolored with scarlet and indigo splotches, ringed by indents of Wilbur’s sharp teeth. With a smap, the pants came undone, the taller male hastily shucking them off with an awkward shuffle, Tommy eyeing the obviously throbbing bulge. His hands came down to, slide it out, slender fingers rubbing and grasping the hot length as Wilbur moaned into the blond’s collarbone.
Will trailed kisses upwards to the earlobe, and then murmured, breath hot in the other’s ear. “You ready for me little brother~?”
“F-fuck yes, fuckin, fuck me Wilb, huurr…” Tommy gasped out, Wilbur’s smile spreading as he pulled the other in more, pants pulled up with the tighty whities, not only giving Wilbur access to that wonderfully tight hole, but also, now Tommy was stuck, the fabric bunched up and effectively acting as thigh bindings, and as one of Wilbur’s hands pinned both of Tommy’s above his head, the other hand lined up the thick cock. He remembered how Tommy had whined when they were growing up about how big Wilbur was compared to him. He certainly wasn’t complaining any longer. Wilbur pushed in without another moment's hesitation, a halted gasp spilling out of Tommy, who leaned back, bracing himself against the sink and mirror. The sweat of all the activity, bouncing around, and overacting for the vlog meant Wilbur had a buttery smooth slide in to that warm, tight hole. And he took itr, and Tommy took him, roughly, just as he wanted it. The younger couldn’t get out a coherent sentence, just gasping and moaning. Once that cock had buried deep, and just barely made a little bulge right above the blond’s hips, the hand guiding the cock shifted up, gripping those exact hips, nails digging in slightly, giving a grip that allowed Wilbur to start pistoning in and out of the hot embrace, setting up a fast rhythm. Wilbur panted, synching the motions and their breaths, tantric motions that were literally driving Tommy up the wall, spearing him such that the stomach of the thin twink bulged out further. Tommy’s eyes, blown out and half glazed, met Wilbur’s hungry and feral ones, and they instantly understood each other. Wilbur leaned in, nipping the adam’s apple that Tommy bared his throat to the other, exposing it. With a final thrust, Wilbur buried himself deep in his younger brother, and released, hot seed pumpkin into the other as the other’s small cock, entirely untouched, painted the tenting in the other’s stomach, both from the foreign cock and semen, with Tommy’s own white fluids. They leaned into each other, heads resting side beside, in relative silence, save from the winding down breaths of such an act. The thing that broke it, was a whisper from Wilbur.
“I love you Toms.”
“I…ah…I love you too Wilbur.”