“Mikey, I’m sorry, but it’s really just not a good time!” I insisted for the umpteenth time that night. I was trying my hardest to get him to leave. There was just this horrible image in my mind of Frank showing up and something going horribly wrong. I really didn’t even know if he was coming at all, but I’d rather be safe than sorry.

Mikey crossed his arms, “Why not? You promised I could stay over here this weekend.”

“I know. And now I’m saying circumstances have changed. You can come back next week.”

“What changed? Either give me a good excuse or I’m staying.”

Little brothers are the biggest cock blockers in the world. Even when they don’t realize they’re doing it. What could I do to get him out? He obviously didn’t want to go back home. I wouldn’t either. I knew they were pretty hard on him there. Maybe I could pawn him off on Ray…But he’d still want to spend at least some time with me. He was really clingy when it came to me.

“You can stay for dinner. Then you have to leave. Go home, go to Ray’s, I don’t care. You just can’t stay here.”

“So this is about a girl.”

I hated how intuitive he could be, “No, it is not about a girl.”

“A guy?”

“No. Stop asking questions.”

It wasn’t the first time I’d ever had to lie to him. He was better off not knowing. I decided to go ahead and start dinner then. The sooner it was done the sooner he’d be gone. That gave less of a window where he would meet Frank. I knew he’d put the pieces together if that happened, and I didn’t need him nagging me about responsibility and legal technicalities. Frank said it’s okay. That makes it okay. There was only a month or so until he turned eighteen anyway.

I had just added the vegetables to my stir fry when I heard a knock on the door. I didn’t get visitors, so either Ray was stopping by to see Mikey or Frank was earlier than I expected. I froze in fear of what would happen if it was the latter. Especially because Mikey was way too comfortable in my home and he would definitely open the door himself if I didn’t act fast. Too late, I heard the click.

I heard Mikey’s muffled voice before he raised it, “Hey, Gee, why is there a kid from school on your doorstep?”

Fuck. He knew he was from school? Of course he did. Frank was only a grade behind him. Frank’s sweet voice was the next thing I heard, “Uh, I came to get extra help on my project!”

That was a good save, but I had no idea how he’d follow through with it. I walked out of the kitchen and attempted not to look like I was about to shit myself. Frank was on the other side of the door blushing like a madman. We were screwed, “Oh, Frank. I was expecting you. Come in and let’s take a look at that linoleum slab.”

He followed me into the living room and started digging through his bag. For a second I thought he had actually brought the linoleum, but then I saw that there were only clothes inside. Clothes? Why clothes?

Frank laughed then. It was a really nervous sound, “Silly me, I must have forgotten to take it home with me!”

Might as well go along with his act, “I see. Well would you like to stay and have dinner anyway? I mean, unless your mom’s expecting you home.”

“No, she’s not expecting me,” Good. Mikey was still leaving after dinner. I didn’t care what he figured out by then.

I smiled, “All right. You stay here and get to know Mikey. I’ll go finish cooking.”

I left and resumed what I was doing. Luckily it hadn’t burned. From the living room I could hear quiet conversation. I hoped they’d get along. They were alike enough to, as far as I knew, but the tension caused by the knowledge of Frank and I’s relationship could end up ruining that chance. Judging by the chatter, though, that wasn’t exactly a problem.

“Come eat!” I yelled after the food finished and I had set it on the table. Mikey and Frank came in and sat down. Immediately Mikey started throwing me glances. I knew he knew. But whatever. I decided to give him a little show. I mean, why not dig a hole for myself?

I began to stroke Frank’s leg under the table. I had waited all afternoon to get to touch him like this, and I wasn’t letting my little brother stop me. It was bothering him, I could tell. It was also causing Frank to have an adorable scrunched up embarrassed face. Both of those things combined to make one great reason for me to continue. I could see Mikey slowly breaking down.

Sure enough, he snapped soon, “Okay, I can’t take this anymore.”

“Can’t take what?” Frank asked. I probably should have told him the charade was useless.

Mikey waved his arms around, “This! I know you aren’t here about some project. Gerard’s been trying to get me to leave all afternoon, your bag is full of clothes, and don’t think I’m oblivious to what’s going on under the table. But you know the worst part? I can’t bring myself to judge you because you’re too damn cute together! If you wanted alone time you should have said something. I’ll come back some other time.” He stood up on the last sentence, and then he was gone. Thank God, I thought. Then I turned my attention to Frank.

He was glaring at me, and it was just too cute. I smiled, “That went well.”

“Well?!” He squeaked out, “No it didn’t! He knows about us now! And it’s all your fault for practically hand raping me under the table!”

I shrugged, “I could tell he had it figured out already. He’s a smart kid. But anyway, you brought clothes?” it had been bugging me. I couldn’t fathom why they were there.

“Y-yeah…I thought I might spend the night…”

The thought of having him to myself for at least a night and possibly another day had me grinning, “Really now? Sounds nice.”

I couldn’t control myself anymore. I had to have his lips on mine soon or I’d go insane. So I took what I wanted, practically leaping across the table to get it. But the flimsy chair wasn’t enough to hold him to me. I needed something firmer, so I shoved him against the wall. Something about this action flipped a switch in him, because he was suddenly pulling at me and pushing his hips up into mine. I couldn’t have that. He had to know that I was in control.

I shoved back with my own hips and pulled my mouth away to whisper in his ear, “Pull my hair.” It was an acceptable action by then. I was really turned on already, so it couldn’t hurt anything. His little fingers threaded through my locks and I decided to move my attention to his neck. Such smooth skin deserved at least one mark. I then let my hands roam and ended up yanking off his shirt pretty violently. That skin was even more beautiful. I couldn’t help but kiss it and rest my lips on his tiny nipples.

Then I went back to giving orders, “Bedroom.”

“Couch is closer,” he said, pulling me in the direction of the living room. Why did he have to be so god damn sexy?

“I like the way you think.”

There was no room for words after that point. We collapsed onto the couch and became a tangled mess. His nails dug into my back until he realized my shirt was in the way and removed it. Then our mouths became more entwined than our bodies. Our tongues played a friendly game for dominance which was won by me before it started. And then we started to explore each other with our hands. His rubbed their way around my back and chest while mine found its way past his waistband. He moaned loudly at the contact and tried to buck up, but I held him down.

Then we were both pushing at each other’s pants. I could tell that he had been holding in just as much sexual tension as me. He was just better at not showing it. It didn’t matter at that moment. We were both way too eager for our own good. It didn’t take long (aside from the awkward moment when we had to untangle ourselves) for me to be positioned at his entrance. I was planning on entering dry, because I just didn’t want to have to go all the way to my room for lube, and Frank didn’t seem to be complaining.

After the necessary preparations I began to push in slowly in an attempt to keep from hurting him. It didn’t take long to realize that such a measure wasn’t necessary. Frank was giving little whimpery moans from the second my tip passed through. And fuck was he tight. It was hard to believe he wasn’t a virgin with how much his walls squeezed around me. I was having difficulty maintaining control.

“Move already,” Frank whispered, and that was it. I was gone, slamming into him with a pace and rhythm that I had never found before. He was reduced to moans and curses beneath me while I found it hard to focus on anything but the sheer pleasure I was feeling. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and realized he was jerking himself off in time with my thrusts. That was insanely hot. And he was muttering something that sounded like, “So close.”

Not long after he spilled his load all over us and the couch. The cry he made when he came coupled with the way his muscles squeezed me took me over the top. I released inside of him and spent the next few moments riding out the orgasm. It was definitely the best one I’d ever had.

Some time later found him laying on my chest, idly tracing patterns.

“Wow,” I said, “That was too much for words.”

“Yeah, I know, when can we do it again?”

Again? Yeah, Frankie was mine. I could fuck him any time I wanted, “As much as I love hearing you say that, I think we both need to recover a bit first.”

Actually, I had no idea about him. I was exhausted though, and I could feel myself slipping into sleep. I hadn’t been sleeping well the past week because of all the Frank drama. It was time to catch up.

Notes

And there you have it. You pervs! Lol, jk. I'm the one who wrote it. Enjoy this, but know there's more to come