Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2017 10:19:25 -0500 From: a4f tales Subject: "12 Tales of Christmas II: Light Sleeper" Here's a story taken from my Tumblr, at talesfromunderthemattress.tumblr.com. You can find this one, and the pic that inspired it, here: talesfromunderthemattress.tumblr.com/post/163073852006/ You can also find a whole lot more of my stories here on Nifty - look for 'a4f101' in the Prolific Authors listing. This story is purely a work of adult erotic fantasy, copyright me 2017. I own it and all legal rights to it. If you're under the age of majority in your jurisdiction, please come back when you're of legal age. Nifty is an incredible free service that depends on your donations to survive. It changed my life, and maybe it's changed yours too. Please help them to keep providing this awesome resource for all of us: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I love hearing from you guys. a4ftales@gmail.com. Enjoy. ***** Maybe it was the sound of Jase getting up that woke me up, or at least started to pull me awake. The creak of the floorboards as he tried to tread quietly across them, the quiet click of the bathroom door closing. I wasn't sleeping that great anyway - I always have trouble with that, the first night sleeping in an unfamiliar bed, and even though I'd slept in Grandma and Grandpa's guest bedroom plenty of times since I was a kid, anyplace that wasn't my own bed counted as unfamiliar. I guess I'd lucked out getting the actual bed - me and Jase had rock-paper-scissored for it, and he'd lost and wound up sleeping on the air mattress on the floor next to it. Or not sleeping, maybe - the old clock radio on the bedside table said it was nearly 1 in the morning when he disappeared into the bathroom. When we were kids, we used to sleep in this bed together, but we were pretty big dudes now, men really - Jase sure was - and I guess everyone thought it would be awkward if we had to cram into the old queen bed together. Awkward, sure, but... I wouldn't have minded, necessarily. "Yo, quit fucking thinking like that, Chris," a voice in my head snapped the first time I thought it, this afternoon when we'd humped our bags in here. And I'd tried not to, but fuck, here I was, thinking it again - wondering if I'd be sleeping better with his big, warm frame next to mine, or maybe I'd just be lying awake all night, my cock half-boned in my shorts, throbbing full-hard whenever his muscled thigh or hairy forearm grazed against me. Shit... now I was hard, hard and awake. Seeing the sliver of light under the bathroom door. Hearing the quiet shuffling sounds from inside there, the lid of the commode clanking up against the tank, the whisper of fabric sliding down over hair and skin - "Jase is taking his shorts off, dude," a different voice in my brain piped up, and I couldn't help but picture it, squeezing the thickness in my shorts as I pictured his boxer briefs sliding down his thick-muscled thighs. And then my ears started to pick up more of the quiet noises coming from the bathroom, and I found myself squeezing my bulge even harder. No matter how quiet you're trying to be, everybody makes noises when they jack off. Sometimes it's the heavy breathing that gives it away, especially the closer you get to the finish line. Sometimes it's the sound of a hand on wet flesh. As quiet as the rest of the house was, I could hear both - Jase's huffing breaths, the slick squick-squick-squick of a shuffling hand, the creak of the floor as his weight shifted. I was wide awake now, awake and hard as fuck, my dirty brain trying to picture my big brother stroking his dick. Was he leaning against the counter? Standing over the john? All the way naked, or his shorts down around his ankles? Did he like to pinch his nipple, like I did? Rub his fingers over that tingly spot just under the balls? Did he do it with his eyes closed, or did he like to look down at his cock as he worked it, watch the head get all red and dark and wet as he got closer and closer? "Dude, fuckin' STOP IT," said that voice in my head again, but nothing was gonna stop my hand from slipping inside my own boxer briefs, feeling my cock all hard and getting that pleasant kinda throb to it. Like it knew what was coming, and it knew I wasn't gonna stop myself from doing it. I knew I didn't have enough time - I mean, sure, I could do a quick stroke, but lately I'd been getting into really taking my time with it, and I knew a quick stroke wasn't going to take the edge off. It wouldn't even scratch the surface, honestly, and then I'd probably still be lying here, my shorts full of the cum I wouldn't know what to do with, still horny, still thinking about Jase and his big legs and his big pecs with the dark patch of fur on them, and his big, hard dick as he worked his fist up and down it... Shit, I was already starting to leak a little, as I played with myself inside my shorts, under the covers, the head of my dick starting to take over from the head on my shoulders, doing my best not to make the bed creak or the covers rustle too much. I was starting to think that maybe a quick one wouldn't be so bad after all, and maybe I could catch my cum and slurp it down before he came out, if I just got real busy on my dick... But then a kind of choked gasp-grunt came from the other side of the bathroom door, a husky whisper of "Aw fuck", and I could almost swear I could hear the shots of Jase's cum hitting the porcelain in there, his breath all heavy as he unloaded. I could for sure picture it, and that wasn't helping me stop stroking myself, already reaching for my left nip as my cock throbbed and started to get sticky in my right hand. I was right at the point where I couldn't turn back, when the water flushed in there. I nearly cursed out loud with frustration, but I yanked my hand out of my shorts and rolled onto my side so I wouldn't be tenting the covers when he came out. "Nearly got busted, dude," the stern voice in my head said, as Jase quietly opened the door and emerged from the bathroom. I kind of squinched my eyelids mostly closed, because I couldn't help wanting to see him. I'd gotten a pretty good look before we turned in, Jase in his T-shirt and his boxer briefs, turning down the covers on the air mattress before I clicked the bedside lamp off. A good look, but not enough, and now there he was, backlit by the bathroom light as he quietly pulled the door closed, still throwing a solid tent in his undies. He looked really, really good, especially with the beard he'd been growing since his junior year at State. Bigger and more sculpted than he'd been when he left for school, sure. Like a man, like I wanted to look when I headed to school myself in the fall. The light from the bathroom made the curves and definition of his muscles pop, and the way his shorts rode low on his hips, showing off the V of muscle that led down inside them, it was real easy to picture him naked, real easy to picture him stepping past the air mattress and coming towards the bed instead... "Hey, did I wake you up?" Jase whispered as his footsteps squeaked across the floor, and shit, I guess I hadn't closed my eyes as much as I thought I did. I could pretend to be asleep, or... "It's alright," I murmured back. "Wasn't sleeping much anyway." "Shit, sorry bro," he said, and I heard the rubbery noise of him settling down onto the air mattress. "Me either. Been tossing and turning ever since the lights went out." "Yeah, me too," I said, with a little laugh. "Used to sleep real easy here when we were kids, right?" "Yeah," he chuckled, settling back. "Different when you're grown up, though." Things went quiet again for a minute. "Hardly slept at all, the first month I was in the dorms," he said after a little while. "Weird not being in your own bed, y'know?" "Yeah," I nodded, which was dumb, because he couldn't see that. "And if you can't sleep, you can't even... uh, well..." Jase let out a soft snort of laughter, and I could feel myself blushing all over, because he knew exactly what I meant, and he'd just done exactly that. Silence fell between us again, and I kind of wanted to bury my head under the covers and never come out, not even for Christmas morning with everyone. "Guess you really weren't asleep, were you, bro?" he murmured real quietly a few minutes later. I couldn't read the tone in his voice, and all of a sudden, I was scared shitless. I had no idea what to say. The air mattress groaned as he shuffled around again, and I could make out the shape of his head, hair still all bed-heady, popping up beside the bed. "Hey, I'm sorry," he murmured. "I figured you were asleep, maybe I could... y'know... take care of business, maybe help me sleep. If I knew you were awake, I wouldn't have..." "It's OK dude," I said, my voice quiet and way steadier than I was feeling. "Fuck, I didn't mean to weird you out..." he muttered. "Who said I was weirded out?" I said, and I had no idea where that came from. "We're dudes - we all do it, right?" I could just about make out the gleam of his teeth in the low light as he grinned at me. He let out a quiet chuckle, reached up and knuckled my bare shoulder. "I guess we all do, you're right," he said. "No reason to be weird about it, yeah?" "Nuh-uh," I said, grinning myself now, because Jase always was kind of infectious like that. "Shit, when I was your age, I couldn't not do it," he chuckled. "All the time, am I right?" I was blushing harder than ever, but I was smiling too. In the moment, it felt good to talk to my big bro like this. Dude to dude. Man to man. My cock had started to soften up, but now he was stirring again, talking about jacking off with my stud brother. "Right," I said. "Shit, if I could, maybe I could sleep..." Another long, quiet moment. "So... why don't you, bro?" he said, and I could see his smile gleaming still. The idea of going to jerk off, and Jase knowing I was jerking off, got me fully railed again, but I was hesitating too, not knowing if I really should. Then the air mattress groaned again, and Jase's big form loomed beside the bed in the dimness. "Fuck it, I could go another round myself," he said, and then I had to scoot over all of a sudden as the mattress creaked and dipped and he slid onto the bed beside me, sprawling out and getting comfortable. "Dude, what..." I started, but he just hushed me. "C'mon, you never jacked it with a bud?" he said real quiet and low next to me, sending shivers all through me. I could see his hands tugging at his shorts, one reaching inside them. "Dude, it's not too late to stop this," that warning voice said in my head. Fuck, I was tired of that voice. So was my dick. He was hard and ready, and there was no fucking way I was gonna get to sleep, not now, not unless I... "Yeah, attaboy," Jase murmured as I pushed the covers down a little and slid my hand back inside my boxer briefs. Sure, it was weird at first, even though I'd imagined doing exactly this. I'd only jerked off in the same room as a bud once or twice, in the dark, both of us in separate beds, both doing it and knowing the other was doing it, but not saying a word about it to each other. Which was kinda hot, but seemed a little bit like we were missing the point, too. Me and Jase had always been pretty tight, and I'd always looked up to him in a pretty typical little-bro way, so the fact that I was kind of crushing on him a bit lately made it somehow easier to get rolling. I couldn't have done it if he wasn't doing the same thing right next to me, both of us wrist-deep in our underwear, handling our pieces. He let out the occasional sigh, let his breath deepen, and I took my cues from him. "Yeah, go for it, bro," he murmured, and it was like somebody shot electricity all through me. I grunted and he chuckled in reply and kept on working himself. I could just make out the sight of him tucking the waistband of his shorts under his balls a couple minutes later, and I could definitely make out the big shape of his cock, all hard and curved, his fist working a slow but steady pace on it. Taking his time with it, not like when he knocked his load out in the bathroom a little bit ago. I swallowed nervously, then mirrored him, tucking my shorts under my nuts and letting my cock out to play. "Fuck, that's it," he grunted softly, and now the sounds of our hands working our shafts was louder in the room. Not so loud that anybody else could hear it, but we could, and that was the main thing. It was totally fucking wild, stroking my cock out in the open like this, with my big brother right beside me, doing the same. Doing it in our grandparents' guest room, in the bed we'd slept in together when we were littler. That naggy kind of voice in my head had died down to barely a whisper, my other head taking over as I got into the familiar, awesome feeling of my cock throbbing in my fist as I stroked the length of it. I probably should've been weirded out, like Jase had said - but I wasn't. Just the opposite - I was getting hornier, more into it. Just like Jase was, with his little soft grunts and sighs, and the squick-squick-squick sound of his hand working his sticky cock. "You OK, dude?" he murmured to me, his voice all kinda close to my ear, sending a deep buzz through me to match the one coming out of my cock. "Yeah," I muttered. "Fuck yeah." Jase snorted a knowing little laugh at that, and I felt the graze of the hair on his thigh as it brushed mine, and that sent a whole different buzz through my body. Felt like my skin had been electrified where his had touched it - no, was still touching it, rubbing almost accidentally against me as we both sprawled out a little more and got into our stroke games. "Damn, you're hung, lil bro," he muttered after a minute, and I felt my guts knot up at that. "Jase is looking at your cock, dude," the horny voice in my brain said. "He thinks you're hung. Ain't that fuckin' awesome?" "S-so are you," I managed to mutter back, and I could just make out the gleam of his teeth as he grinned at me in the dimness. Then he shuffled a little closer to me, and more of our skin was touching, all warm and alive, muscles and hair, and I couldn't pull away even if I wanted to. "Got real big, this year," he said again, and I could feel his eyes on me. Not on his cock, on me, checking me out, which meant maybe I could check him out too... but then I was already doing that, trying to make my eyes adjust to the darkness so I could see more of his big college-dude muscles, the bulge and flex of the body I wanted to have for myself, too. "Gettin' big like me, huh Chrisser?" he murmured, practically in my ear, and my cock throbbed and started to juice some more in my fist. I let out a soft little grunt, no idea where it came from, but it was a hungry kind of sound, out in the air between us, with the sounds of our cocks being stroked, our breathing, our legs shifting on the covers, shifting against each other. "Fuck, hold up," he murmured, and my hand froze in place on my cock, just holding onto it, all throbbing and a little sticky now, wondering what was up. Hoping he wasn't going to try and put a stop to this, not now, not when it was just starting to get so good... The mattress shifted again as he got up, padded across the floorboards to the bathroom, and pushed the door open a little more, letting more low light spill out into the room. It seemed like it almost perfectly spotlit the bed, and it made Jase look like something out of a dream, smiling and practically naked as he walked back towards the bed and me, his big cock out, his hand kind of maintenance-stroking it as he returned. "Always better when you can see what you're doing, right?" he grinned as he slid back next to me, closer than before, shoulder to shoulder with me as I gaped at him. But I never let go of my cock the whole time, and as soon as he got back to stroking his properly, I was matching him stroke for stroke. "Yeah, hard to tell under the sweater and the jacket and stuff," he said, his eyes roaming over my chest and stomach as we both stroked. I could see him doing it now, checking me out, and fuck, it felt awesome to be looked at like that. "But your chest is much bigger." When his free hand reached over to slide across and around my pecs, I bit back a groan, and had to clench up inside not to cum. It was a total surprise, his touch and the sudden near-miss with my load, but somehow I kept my cool, kept stroking, even found myself flexing up a little for him to touch me more. "You've wanted this forever, dude," Horny Voice whispered inside my head. "Don't fuck it up. Be chill. Let it just... happen. And maybe you can get to touch him too..." I sucked in a sharp breath when his hand shifted down to squeeze my thigh, right in the middle of my quad. I almost froze up all over, and I definitely stopped stroking. "Yeah, legs are definitely bigger too. Nice work, bro," he murmured, and then noticed I'd stopped working my cock. "You OK, dude?" "Y-yeah," I stuttered, and sucked in another ragged breath when he stroked his hand up and down my quad a little, giving it a light squeeze. "This OK?" he said, all low and close, and I looked at him and nodded. Suddenly, being able to see his face, see his body in the light from the bathroom, I felt even more naked. I was naked around other dudes a fair amount, in the locker room and stuff, and me and Jase had seen each other naked plenty of times. But that was when we were younger, when we were kids. He definitely wasn't a kid anymore, and neither was I - he was a man, and I was feeling like one too, especially now, with him kind of appreciating my body, my muscles. Especially with my thigh all flexed up next to his, and looking a whole lot like his. "Good, bro. Glad you're cool," he said, and that smile of his, shit... Then he reached for my free hand, the one I wasn't sure what to do with yet, lifted it up and placed it on the thick, long muscle of his quad, and grinned at me again. "Just a couple of dudes chilling, right?" he grinned. "Relax. Enjoy it. Let's go, bro." He winked at me and got back to stroking in earnest, and I was a couple beats behind him. But I caught up real quick, especially seeing his eyes flicking over my body, feeling the squeeze of his free hand on my thigh, feeling me up like nobody else had ever really done before - not while I was basically naked, at least. He flexed his own thigh up under my spare hand, and I got the message, my brain kicking into gear, moving my hand up and down the furred hardness of his awesome leg, the big muscles under the fur and the flesh. "Yeah bud," he muttered, giving my thigh a deeper squeeze, and we got right back into it. I'd always thought it was kinda funny how I'd turned out right-handed, but Jase was left-handed. One of those weird quirks of biology or whatever, but right now, it was perfect, because it meant my left hand and his right were free to squeeze-stroke each other's thighs, while our other hands were busy on our cocks. On one level, that was weird as fuck, for sure, feeling each other up like that, but Jase's thighs were so damn excellent - I'd really been working on getting mine bigger so they could look like his, and the way his big warm hand stroked over the muscles, grunting approvingly as I flexed them up for him again, filled me with all kinds of good feelings, about him and myself and what we were doing. The funny part was, I'd been thinking I'd just rub out a real quick one, get my load and get back to sleep, but Jase didn't seem too interested in speeding things along. He was in this for the ride, seemed like, and if he was cool with it, I for sure was. There was no way I wanted to bring this to an end too quick - it felt like the kind of opportunity I might get just this once in my life, to lay back and stroke off with my hot big brother, the two of us enjoying each other like I'd always dreamed of. Then Jase shifted a little, slung his thigh over the top of mine, and slipped his free arm behind my neck, resting over my shoulders, getting real comfortable. I tensed up a little at that, even stopped stroking. I'd never been this close, this intimate with another dude before. "Might as well enjoy it, right little bro?" he murmured, close to my ear again, and I felt all the hairs on my arms stand up. "Just go with it. Bro time, yeah?" Fuck, I could've cum right then and there, but I slid my hand over the hairy, thick-muscled flesh of his leg, down the newly open inner thigh. Showing him I was game, if he was. He let out a deep, low grunt real close to my ear. "Hot kid," he murmured almost directly into my ear, and I let out a little grunt and squeezed the head of my cock to stop from shooting off. He just chuckled at that, his hand stroking its regular sticky rhythm on his big piece as I stared at it. Wondering how it would feel in my hand. Wondering how it might taste in my mouth. Wondering what else... I stopped wondering, for now anyway, as I felt his fingertips tracing over my shoulder, the upper part of my pec, slowly working own over the skin, exploring the newly bigger muscle there that I'd gotten so proud of lately. Big pecs like his, someday soon, I hoped. "So you never done this with a bud?" he murmured real close to my ear, and I shook my head. "Shame. It's fun. Good-looking dude like you should be enjoying himself." Fuck, Jase was making this real hard for me, in a whole bunch of different ways, but hearing this deep, kinda sexy tone to his voice, this totally hot vibe between us, that was the hardest part of all. `Cos I'd been thinking about it a lot lately, imagining it, but never really expected or dreamed it could happen for real. And now all of a sudden, here we were, my studly big brother murmuring in my ear while we touched each other and stroked our cocks together. "Don't overthink it, dude," the encouraging voice in my head murmured. "Just go with it, and see where it leads. He's as into this as you are. Maybe even more. You should find out..." I looked at him in the half-light coming from the bathroom, and he smiled at me, all white teeth and full lips framed with that thick, dark beard that made him look manly as fuck, and I knew all this was very cool. No need to be afraid of it. Like he said, like the voice in my head was saying - just go with it. "I've thought about it," I murmured back. "A lot." "Yeah, dude?" he grinned. "I bet you have. 17 and hard all the time, right? Big-dicked kid like you needs attention. Needs a bud to share stuff with. Doesn't have to be anything it ain't. Just... enjoying yourself, with somebody who wants to enjoy himself too." He hadn't said a word about girls, and I almost got too deep inside my own head about that, wondering if he knew me and who I was better than even I did... and wondering about him, too. Who he was. Who he liked to be with. "He's with YOU, dude," the voice piped up again. "He likes it. You like it. So quit fuckin' around, and just enjoy it!" I ran my hand up and down his inner thigh again, and he let out something like a growl and spread his thighs a little wider, grinning at me in a kind of focused way as we both strummed our cocks. I felt his fingertips dancing around the skin of my pec, drawing closer to the stiffness of my nip, making it all tingly and throbby, making that electric wire that connected it to my cock throb and hum. "This is... fuckin' hot, Jase," I half-whispered, and he just grinned and nodded and circled his finger around my nip. "Yeah, you like talking about it, bro?" he half-whispered, and I just nodded back, because I did - it was insanely hot, not just the whole stroking off and touching each other, but the talking about it too. Even though I'd never done it before, except for grunting things to myself when I jacked off in my room, real quiet, turning myself on even more. "Yeah, it's hot, your cock all hard in your hand, your best bud next to ya, both of you talking about it," he practically whispered in my ear in one long, lusty flow of words. "Talking about how fuckin' hard you are. How hot you are. How awesome it is, being a dude with your best dude. Gettin' off together. Bein' men, little bro." "Fuck," I whimpered, as quiet as I could. "See how hard my cock is, little bro?" he murmured to me, and I stared at it and nodded. Such a big, hard, shiny cock. "Tell me about yours," he whispered, and I locked eyes with him, and after a moment, started to whisper back. "I'm so fuckin' hard, Jase," I said, watching his handsome face respond, nodding encouragingly. "Never done this before, but I always wanted to. Get off with somebody I liked. Somebody like me." "I am like you, Chrisser," he whispered. "And you're like me. You know why that is?" I shook my head, feeling even more like I'd fallen into some insanely hot dream. "Because we're brothers, little bro," he almost growled in my ear, leaning in real close to whisper it to me, and I bit my lip and swallowed a loud moan, pinching the head of my cock again to stop the cum that was dangerously close to exploding out of it. Jase got it, alright. I was just like him, and he was just like me, in a lot of ways. Two brothers, hot for this, and for each other, and fuck, that made so many things seem so possible... "You like doin' this with your big bro, buddy?" he whisper-growled, and all I could do was stare at him and nod. "Yeah, stud," he said, grinning, his fingers circling ever closer to the stiff nub of my tit. "I like doin' this with you too." "Aw bro," I whimpered, maybe a little loud, and he leaned in close. "Shhhh," he whispered softly, his breath washing over my lips, so close to me now. His lips so close to mine. "Nice and quiet, bro. We can make some noise some other time." Some other time... he was making it real hard for me to not shoot, even more when his fingertip grazed over my nip. I opened my mouth to moan, but swallowed it, just barely a squeak coming out, as he grinned and rubbed my tit more purposefully. Round and round, back and forth, making it and my cock throb doubletime. I writhed on the bed next to him, some careful part in the back of my brain mindful of the bedsprings and the noise they might make. "You close, little bro?" he whispered, practically against my lips now, and all I could do was shiver and nod and keep on stroking. I vaguely noticed he'd picked up the pace on his own cock too, matching my stroke speed. "You gonna cum with me, little brother?" he murmur-whispered. "Gonna cum for me?" "Aw bro," I whispered hotly, nodding. "Wanna cum so fuckin' bad..." "Yeah, I know you do," he murmured. "Listening to me jacking off before got you all worked up, huh stud?" I blushed, but nodded too. "Yeah," he nodded in reply. "Strokin' my load out, knowing my little bro was right there, just a few feet away..." I swallowed another moan at that, my hand beating faster on my cock as he matched my pace. "Thinkin' about how hot it'd be if you'd been there next to me, stroking off with me, little bro," he said in a husky whisper. Suddenly the wet sounds of our foreskins slipping back and forth over our cockheads, the precum slicking things up nicely for us both, was just about all I could hear. That noise that meant you were close, real close, and any second now... "I wanna see you cum, little bro," he said, his thumb and forefinger pinching my nip, and then all of a sudden, I felt his other hand slip across my hip, cupping my balls, and I just about screamed out loud. Jase's big arm squeezed tighter around my neck, drawing me into him a little more, as he gave me a deep look and a big smile. "Cum for me, Chrisser," he whispered, his breath all hot on my lips, roling onto his side against me, and then his other hand slid up from my balls all smooth-like, pushing my hand up and off my cock and taking over, wrapping tight around my superhard cockshaft, stroking my cock like it was his own. Then his lips were on mine and his breath was pushing into my mouth, and then his tongue was sliding in too, and holy fuck I was cumming, and cumming, and cumming... I moaned and moaned into my brother's mouth, around his tongue, trying to kiss him back as I shot hot, hard jets of cum up my abdomen and chest, all the way up to my shoulder, my throat, his big hand expertly milking the hot jizz out of me as he sucked the moans from my throat and swallowed them along with my tongue and my spit. I shivered all over, having the most intense orgasm of my young life, Jase's big arm almost cradling me as my balls turned inside out all over me. Afterwards, all I could do was lay there and twitch and try to catch my breath. I felt Jase's hand drop my cock and sweep through the hot streaks of cum on my belly, then the wet sound of his cock as he wrapped his cummed-up hand around himself and went for it. His mouth was still locked on mine, his turn now to grunt and pant and growl as the bed shook under us, his bicep doubling up bigtime as he worked his big, handsome cock, sucking on my tongue before his breath got all short and sharp and huffy. Then I felt it, felt the rain of hot, thick brother cum adding to the mess of mine on my body, eight distinct hot ropes of it joining my load all over me. We kept kissing, a little slower, less hungry now, as our cum started to cool on me, Jase's cock a big, sticky mass against my hip as we swapped tongues nice and slow. My first kiss with another dude, and I knew right then and there that I'd be wanting more of this, a lot more. With any dude, really, but with my big brother most of all. Finally we broke it off, grinning at each other, Jase ruffling my hair with his other hand affectionately. "Fuck, that was something, huh dude?" he said, as we both looked down my body at the smeared streaks of cum, glistening in the low light coming from the bathroom. "Oh my god, I'm such a mess," I muttered. Jase started to chuckle, low and quiet, and I couldn't help but join in. When our laughter started to get a little louder, he pressed his lips back to mine, parting to receive his tongue again, quieting our laughter with another brotherly makeout. After a little bit more of that, we separated again, and he climbed up off the bed and padded quietly into the bathroom. I heard the faucet running, and then he came back, cock still bobbing in the air, all rubbery and free from his underwear still tucked under his big balls, a hand towel in his hand. Then he sat side-saddle on the bed next to me, smiling as he swiped away the streaks of our cum from my skin with surprising tenderness. When he wrapped the warm, wet towel around my softening cock to wipe it slowly clean, I found myself getting hard again, and he just chuckled. "Yeah, you're just like me, little stud," he murmured, leaning in to peck my lips, then tucking my cock back into my boxer briefs. It was crazy intimate - just a little gesture, but fuck. "Save it for next time, yeah?" "Next time," I thought, and that sent my cock into full hardness almost immediately. Jase dropped the towel on the floor beside the bed, tucked himself back into his shorts, then climbed over me and slid under the sheets, settling his big body up against me and slipping his forearm over my waist, squeezing lightly as he pressed his lips to my shoulder. "Next time, we won't make such a mess," he murmured, his voice all low and deep and warm. "Plenty of places our cum can go, without leaving a trace." I could feel his lips curving into a smile against the skin of my shoulder as I turned to stare at him, my head full of all kinds of new things to consider. "Not tonight, bro," he said. "Get some sleep. We'll see about the rest tomorrow." Fuck, sleep was like the furthest thing from my mind right then, but in a matter of minutes, his breath got all deep and even. With the warmth of his body up against me, the deep satisfaction of a well-spent load, and the regular, rhythmic sound of my big brother's sleeping breath, soon I was slipping under myself, thoughts of tomorrow and more on my mind as my eyes slipped shut, falling into the deepest sleep I'd ever had outside my own bed, in my big brother's big arms.