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Chapter 3: Bedtime

Things kept going after the first time, and we somehow avoided talking about the “taboo” of it all. That's the simplest way to put it. After the dam burst, and Teddy had discovered that he had a wet hole to fuck at home, it was like he couldn’t get enough and it didn’t matter that I was his younger genetic lookalike. 

My ass was used to the daily poundings within a week or so, and it became an unspoken routine. He finished me off with his hand every time. I liked that part, and I really did need it after the stimulation, but my favorite part was when he finished. I loved feeling his rigid pole reach its maximum size, tickling the bottom of my stomach, his body melting against me, his muscles tensing up and then relaxing. I loved hearing his breath become peaceful, all because of me. 

We would do it at his whim, mostly, and I was fine with that arrangement. If he turned me down, which was rare, I knew it was only a short delay. And when he wanted it, he didn’t even have to text me or call my name. He'd leave his door open at a specific angle that I learned to read. When it was open just enough to see inside, but not enough for the careless parent to stumble on his actual nude form, I knew he was waiting for me in there.

Only when I missed the signal would he text something to get my attention. It would be a short message with no context, like “you busy”, which used to be a normal text, but now meant something different. 

I'd go in, turn around and drop my pants.

We moved on quickly from lotion to baby oil, which I learned from a quick online search was better. And after we were done, I'd go back to my room or we'd end up watching something on his laptop until one of us fell asleep.

It had a nice rhythm.

The logistics took some getting used to. I started keeping a small bottle of baby oil in my nightstand drawer, that I would move to my hoodie pocket whenever I was heading to his room, which felt insane the first time I did it and routine after a few successes. I did laundry more often, since for some reason we couldn’t stop getting lube and jizz on our clothes. I learned which positions my knees could handle in front of his desk chair, and which ones they couldn't.

I remember the first time I was blowing him and my knees hurt. I had literally only come in because I thought he had a banana I could eat in his mini fridge, but within a minute of being in there I had found out that he was out of bananas and instead wanted my mouth. My positioning was worse than usual since it was so sudden, and I had to spread my knees wide and sink down to the floor in order to keep gagging on him. I ended up letting my dick and balls rest against the carpet. I didn’t think much of it until he moved his foot directly onto my dick, pressing down firmly in a not entirely unpleasant way. He actually made it feel good somehow, while I continued gagging myself on his rod, seeing how long I could keep him in my throat, and the whole thing gave me a rush.

I remember that day especially well, because just as I thought I was about to cum from his foot pressing on my dick, who else but Mom knocked on the door loudly and suddenly. My chest sank just thinking about what would happen if she walked in and saw me getting gagged to hell or banged balls deep by her other son. We both went completely still. She just wanted to know if we wanted anything from the grocery store. Teddy said no thanks in a completely normal voice and we heard her walk back down the hall. We looked at each other and I had to put my face in his shoulder to keep from laughing out loud.

"Bananas," I whispered.

He lost it. His whole body shook while our bodies rubbed against each other, the horniness on a very brief pause. We went back to it right after, once we were sure she was gone. It became the funniest thing that had happened to me in months and I thought about it for days.

The taboo of it all was getting more and more wild and harder not to talk about.

—[]—

My buddy Kenny came over on a Saturday afternoon. He texted me he was on his way and I said “Sure come on over”, and then forgot about it almost immediately because Teddy had texted me moments after him, “Whats up”, and I dropped my phone along with my shorts and underwear, and walked across the hall to him. I loved being able to walk around naked in this section of the house, almost never visited by the parents since they moved their home office.

I heard the front door open maybe forty minutes later, just as I was rubbing my re-stretched ass and trying to remember what I was doing today. 

I opened Teddy's bedroom door and stepped into the hall.

Kenny was at the top of the stairs.

“Oh shit,” I said, covering myself with both hands, but he had already seen my boner, and seen me coming out of my brother’s room.

We stared at each other. I was completely naked and exposed. He started to laugh and shake his head, before it trailed off a bit prematurely, when he realized that it wasn’t my room.

His mouth opened and nothing came out.

"Hey," I said.

"Uh… hey," he replied quietly, almost whispering.

I walked past him to my room and he followed, apparently deciding I didn’t need any privacy in that moment. I pulled on a pair of boxers and then some sweatpants, staying shirtless because I was too hot after the sesh with Teddy to fully dress. I took my time, doing each thing separately, while Kenny stood near my desk with his hands in his pockets and didn't say anything. It was awkward, and I was just waiting for him to acknowledge it or say whatever was on his mind. I was trying to figure out if I even cared that he knew. 

I sat on the edge of my bed and looked at him.

"So," he said.

"So."

He glanced down. Back up. "You're still hard."

I looked down. He wasn't wrong. The sweatpants weren't doing much.

"I just woke up," I said.

"It's two in the afternoon."

"I nap."

He sat down in my desk chair and looked at me with a peculiar expression. He knew I was lying to him, and I knew he knew, and we had shared this telepathic battle before, but over much different stakes. It reminded me of the first time I stole food off his plate in the cafeteria in sixth grade. When he looked back he had pointed out the missing item, and I had deflected, and we glared at each other. Today we were full circle, and I wondered who would win this battle of wits.

"You came out of Teddy's room."

"I know."

"With no clothes on."

"I'm aware."

"What were you guys…"

"We were hanging out."

He was quiet for a second. "Naked."

I didn't say anything. I didn’t really have anything that could apply to that point. He had bested me.

"Are you guys like." He stopped, his face twisting a bit. Started again. "Are you two like…"

I looked at the wall. Then back at him, I held back a nervous laugh. 

"Yeah," I said, giving in. "We're close like that."

The silence went on long enough that I started counting in my head.

"Huh," Kenny said finally.

"Yeah."

He nodded slowly. He looked at my desk. At the window. At the floor. "I mean. That's. Okay. I guess. None of my business." He nodded again. "That's kind of a freak move but okay."

"Sure."

"I don't judge."

"I know you don't."

Another silence. He shifted in the chair. "I kind of wish I had something like that, honestly."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He said it quietly, not joking anymore. "Someone you're just that comfortable with. Who's just around all the time."

I looked at him. "You should find something like that. It's not that complicated."

He looked back at me. Something moved across his face that he didn't try very hard to hide. I watched his sweatpants. It took about ten seconds before I confirmed visually that he had a growing piece of meat making a bulge down his thigh.

"You… and I… could be," he said, pausing too often, "...close like that."

I felt my face turn warm toward him. "I love you man, but I've got Teddy."

He made a sound that wasn't quite a laugh. He looked at the floor. "Right."

We sat with it for a moment.

"Come on," I said. "You want food?"

He followed me downstairs and we ate whatever was in the fridge and watched something on the TV and it was normal after that, with only a few moments of pregnant silence. He texted people and I texted people and my mom came through and said hi and it was just a normal afternoon. It seemed like he had forgotten about the whole thing by the time he left

When he did finally get up to go, he gave me a regular goodbye, his backpack strap in his hand, and then paused at the door.

"If things ever change with your… freakshow at home," he said, flashing me a little smirk.

"I'll let you know."

He pointed at me, smiled, and left.

I stood in the doorway watching him walk away. He actually looked pretty jolly, not disappointed. Maybe he was just excited that he was in on my secret.

—[]—

I was heading back upstairs when I saw that Teddy had left his door open at the exact right angle. Just a bit, like a suggestion. I loved when he was up for a second sesh in a single day. It was always rougher for some reason, and that was the way I liked it.

I went in. He was lying in bed, which was new. He wasn’t sitting at his desk. He was on top of the covers, phone in one hand. He made room for me without saying anything and I climbed in next to him, and we lay there in the dark for a minute, him on his back, me leaning into him slightly, just watching the reels on his phone with him.

"Kenny came over today," I said at one point.

"Yeah, I heard him."

"He saw me come out of your room."

Teddy turned his head, his eyes narrowing. "Naked?"

"Balls out."

He was quiet for a second. Then he started laughing, his shoulders moving.

"What did you say?"

"I mean… eventually I just told him. Basically. I said ‘we were close like that’."

"What did he say?"

"He said he wished he had something like that. Then he got a boner and asked if he could be close like that with me."

Teddy chuckled through his nose, turning his head to the ceiling. "Huh."

"I told him I already had you."

"Good answer." He rolled toward me, his weight shifting the mattress and making me lean harder against his body. "What did he say?"

"He told me to let him know if the ‘freakshow at home’ changes."

Teddy made a sound low in his chest. "The freakshow at home." He moved closer, reached down between my legs and rubbing my inner thigh. "Can't really imagine it being better than this."

"Even with a girl?" I said.

He was quiet for a moment as I shifted around, turning away from him, giving him access to the part of me that I liked him touching the most. 

His hand moved to my hip. "I've been with girls."

"I know,” I said into the pillow, “But like, was it better?"

"Different," he said quickly. Then his hand tightened on me, moving down my body and taking my sweats with it. "But you're the best girl I've ever had."

"I'm not a girl."

"I know," he said, moving to kiss the side of my neck. "You’re better."

I stayed still for a second.

He pulled my body closer to himself and I let him arrange me the way he wanted, my back against his chest, the covers over our feet. He reached past me for the lube on his nightstand that I had left earlier.

This was different from when we did it at the desk. Everything about it was slower and less urgent. The bed was warm and he was warm and there was no porn playing, no laptop open, no keeping my balance while trying to make sure I was at the right angle to take him deeply. He pressed into me gradually over a full minute or two, and I exhaled into the pillow as I got the release I loved, and let him take his time.

I pulled the blanket up over both of us.

He moved slowly, his arm over my chest, his mouth near the back of my ear. He wasn’t speaking, but little sounds escaped his throat that I was only able to hear because his mouth was less than an inch away from me. I stopped thinking about anything specific and let myself be in the room, in the warmth, in the specific pheromonal atmosphere of our bodies coming together. I felt each movement. I felt him hesitate twice, going still inside me, both hands gripping, keeping himself back. I had never felt him be tentative before. 

I reached behind me and put my hand on his thigh.

"You can go hard," I said quietly.

He didn't hold back after that. He shifted his grip on my body as he clapped his against mine, making me moan as he opened me up all the way. One hand moved to my hip and the other came up to my throat, wrapping around it firmly, his fingers pressing into the sides, not hard enough to hurt. It was just hard enough to feel an intense rush from it. He paused, like he was checking himself.

I reached up and closed my hand over his, holding it there, keeping it tight. He understood.

The slow rhythm ended and he drove into me with his full weight behind it, his hand staying at my throat, gripping. I felt every movement from my lower back to my chest. I was leaking onto his sheets steadily, carelessly letting it flow wherever it ended up, my whole body tensing and releasing in cycles with each thrust.

He held me tight by the hip and the throat, just barely cutting off a little of my airway as he railed me hard. I was spilling more pre-cum than I ever had. 

He suddenly finished hard, announcing, “I’m getting you pregnant this time,” directly into my ear. He put his mouth against the back of my neck and I felt his breathing go ragged. He was losing the rhythm of his thrusting. I pushed back into him and he made a sound against my skin and gripped harder with both hands and finished with three long, full strokes that I felt completely, his body shaking against mine. 

He kept moving after it was over, fast and shallow, like he couldn't stop, like his body was still chasing the high of the orgasm, like he might go for an immediate second round. Then he finally went still, breathing hard into my neck, his chest heaving against my back. 

"That was good," he said. His voice was wrecked. 

Yeah," I said.

Neither of us moved. His hand relaxed at my throat, then slid down to my chest and stayed there. The blanket was over both of us and the room was dark and completely quiet.

His full strength held me tight against him. He didn't pull out. I didn't move. The blanket was over both of us and the room was dark and quiet.

I felt him go soft gradually, still inside me. His breathing slowed by degrees, deepening and evening out into something close enough to sleep as his grip on my body loosened. 

I lay there with his arm across my chest and his body pressed against mine. I looked at the picture of the family he had in a frame on his desk across the room. He had moved it slightly from where it used to be. It was now partially obscured by his second monitor, and the main thing you could see was me standing there, smiling.

I felt a little tingle in that moment, and turned my face to the ceiling, feeling his body against me, still partially inside me. I stopped thinking about anything. Nothing about Kenny or what any of this made me or us or whatever we were doing here. Just the room we were in, and the warmth of it all. 

I fell asleep that way.