Chapter 16
Owen
It felt like something from one of those romantic comedies I would never actually admit to watching. I should’ve been thinking about selling the rights to that story: our charming couple — well, charming in Adrian’s case — finally confesses their love to one another in the least likely of places!
Even the pineapple juice commentary could turn it into a rom-com, which made it a great potential pitch all around.
Just ignore the fact that we were brothers, and it would be positively adorable.
But the good thing about not giving a fuck about so many things — or at least pretending like I didn’t give a fuck about so many things and doing a damn good job at it — was that I wasn’t really bothered by that.
I should’ve been. I should’ve been freaked out and running, but all I could think of was kissing him again.
Well, that and finishing the best damn omelet I’d ever made in my life, even if I’d had to acquiesce to the dashing hero’s choice of bread and sausage.
I smirked, and he eyed me warily.
“Uh oh,” he remarked. “What are you thinking about?”
“Your sausage,” I replied promptly.
Adrian choked on the last bite of his omelet, coughing. He finally caught his breath and took a sip of water. “Don’t… Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?” I asked, hiding my grin as I started clearing the table.
He shook his head and stood to help. “Don’t play innocent with me. You don’t do it as well as you think you do.” As he set the plate on the counter near the sink, he looked at me, leaning a little closer.
Hinting at a kiss?
“Of course I do,” I assured him. “Because I really am fucking good at it… Or would it be, I really am good at fuck—” I made a face at him, setting the dishes I was holding down and meeting his gorgeous eyes. “All right, that one’s too cliché even for me.” I gazed at him for a moment, feeling tension bleed out of me as I did.
But fuck if I knew what to say.
I kissed him instead, capturing his lips with mine and starting out slow, gentle, before ramping up to something demanding, possessive. I didn’t want him to go anywhere. I wanted to make good on one of the many things we’d agreed to that morning.
When I pulled away, Adrian curled against me and let his head rest on my shoulder. His breath teased my skin, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight.
When he spoke, his words came out low and hesitant. “What time do you have to work? I was thinking… Well, I wanted to… I thought maybe we could, or you could—” He broke off and took a deep breath, but I let him talk instead of interrupting, enjoying the way he rambled. “Do you want to be Master later tonight or tomorrow?” He laughed, and I liked that too. “Did that sound as stupid out loud as it did in my head?”
“Not ‘til four.” I slid my hand down his back to grip his ass, still marveling at the way he just… let me do it. More than that, he wasn’t just letting me do it. He wanted me to do it. “I think this needs to be my pup’s choice,” I murmured against his hair.
Because I was still afraid he was going to back out at any minute, and I never wanted to wonder if he really wanted it or if I’d steamrolled him.
Adrian’s head came off my shoulder, and he glanced at me shyly before looking down at the floor. “I like it when you’re Master. Tomorrow, maybe? Since you’ll probably be home late tonight?”
Nodding, I kissed his forehead. “Sure. We’ll do something easy for now. Movie or something.”
Adrian relaxed in my arms and smiled tentatively. “Yeah, and then like last night… I mean, sleeping together?”
“Mm, I don’t know,” I replied, marveling at this — at him, at the situation, at the sheer impossibility of it all. “Sleeping together sounds amazing, but… I’m saving myself for marriage,” I said, deadpan.
Inwardly, my heart was racing. I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep with my arms around him and my nose in his hair, but then, there wouldn’t be much sleeping going on.
Adrian laughed. “I hate to break it to you, but I know that ship has sailed. Want to try again?” He gave me a grin and cocked his head. “You’d better not have a better offer for tonight.”
“Better offer?” I scoffed. “Not unless Zac Efron calls, in which case, you’re royally fucking screwed.” I paused, then offered the expected joke, “Well, he’s really freaking screwed. Or I am. I might even give him a chance at this ass.”
Adrian’s mouth fell open. “You’d…”
His shock pleased me more than I’d have expected. Usually, people thought I was a bottom just because I was lean, because my partners tended to be larger than me. It wasn’t my thing, but that didn’t mean I was going to turn away an experience. “Can’t know what you like if you don’t try it,” I told him.
Adrian’s mouth finally closed. He swallowed before finally finding his voice. “Did you like it?”
I wanted to shrug, to blow it off like I normally did, but I couldn’t help but think of how he’d looked when I’d dodged his questions before. So instead, I thought about it, answering with more care than usual, “Not really.” I did shrug then. “Could’ve been the guy, though. Might be willing to give it another go with the right person,” I gave him a pointed look and quirked a brow, “but I’d rather be the one taking his ass.” Bold. Far bolder than I had been, considering I was talking about fucking my brother’s ass. I didn’t bother to stop there. Instead, I grabbed his ass with both hands, yanking him against me. “What do you think, big brother?” I purred against his mouth.
He swallowed and just looked at me for a moment. “Before you walked in on me, I couldn’t imagine it… it feeling good to bottom, but I never thought about topping a guy either. Even when the idea still scared me, which it still kinda does, I was always the bottom. Is that wrong?”
I shook my head, sliding my hand up to the small of his back, then under his shirt so I could rest my palm against smooth, warm skin. “Nothing wrong with liking what you like, Adri,” I told him, kissing him gently. “Happens to work out for us, doesn’t it?” I paused, then asked — and fuck, I hated the wobble in my voice — “I mean, I know that’s… that’s kind of…”
God damn it. I never stammered!
Adrian blushed and gave me a shy nod. Snuggling even closer to me, he laid his head down on my shoulder again. “I like that it works out for us. I liked it when you played with my tail. It was weird but once I got used to how it felt, it was… nice, um, good. I mean… I’d do it again. With something besides the tail.”
My breath caught, and I abruptly started to harden in my pants. There was so much I’d wanted to do today, but the idea of showing my brother that I could bring him a world of pleasure in an entirely new way…
At the same time, I was scared that if we rushed too much, it would just be over — that it would only go so far, then there’d be nothing left. All of it would just be… gone.
“Then maybe we’ll see if I can blow your mind with just how good I can make you feel,” I said. “But unless you want me to do a caveman impression and drag you into your room…”
Adrian got still. “Is caveman like being Master? I liked that.”
I took a deep breath then drew back enough to where I could meet his eyes. “That… that’s different,” I said softly. “If I show you that… It’s not gonna be as your master, Adri.”
“Not as my master all the time or just the first time?” His voice dropped to almost a whisper, and I knew he was forcing the words out because the stress was thick in his voice. “You said you’d spank me.”
I barely kept myself from groaning. The idea of it had me wanting to push him against the wall and just fuck him, the hell with the rest. “The first time,” I told him, running my thumb along his bottom lip. “I want that to be you and me, Adrian. But the spanking…” I managed a grin. “Now that, I can do as your master, Pup, if you want.”
“I want.” His lips touched my neck again in a light kiss, and I didn’t bother to suppress my groan. “You and me sounds perfect. I never thought I’d say that about anything with us, but now…” There was the slightest pause, then I felt his tongue flick over my neck. “Now I can’t wait.”
As much as I hated to keep holding back, I was still so afraid I’d fuck this up. Part of me wanted to barrel forward, to take what I could and cherish it, but mostly…
Mostly, I wanted to make it last. Pulling back, even a little, was fucking hard.
“Ah, but anticipation makes the nut juice tastier,” I said sagely, stealing an insistent kiss.
He groaned. “Really? You’re going to keep doing that?”
“No idea what you’re talking about,” I replied without missing a beat.
“Your sense of humor is warped.” Adrian just shook his head but smiled indulgently at me. “So if anticipation is the goal for today, what do you want to do?”
“Nothing,” I said. I flashed him a grin. “So pick out any movie that isn’t a porno, and let’s cuddle like…” Like a real couple. “But I’m smaller than you, so I get to claim lap space for a bit,” I declared. “Just don’t get any ideas about my amazing ass.”
Stepping back, Adrian smiled. “That sounds perfect.” Then he shrugged, looking very earnest. “And to be honest, I wouldn’t know what to do with your ass anyway. So it’s probably safe.”
Laughing, I watched as he headed into the living room.
I could hear the smile in his voice as he called back to me, “My choice, right? You said anything?”
I had a feeling I was going to pay for my words, but as I turned on the faucet to start cleaning up our dishes, I raised my voice and replied, “Except Breakfast Club or whatever it was you were obsessed with.”
Adrian started laughing. “Not that one, but no promises on anything else. You said I got to pick. No take backs.”
I muttered something about adding more love taps to that spanking as I picked up the pace on working through the dishes.
“What was that?” he called back.
“Oh, nothing!” I replied, even though we both knew that wasn’t true. I was glad, though. He was actually asserting himself, and it was surprisingly nice to see.
His laughter was almost a giggle. “I distinctly heard something about spankings in there.”
“Wishful thinking!”
“You can’t keep promising me naughty things and then keep holding out on me. That’s just cheating,” he complained, but happiness radiated from the sound.
“Who said I played fair, big brother?” I asked. We hadn’t dirtied much, and it wasn’t long until I headed into the room. “It better not be Titanic either.”
He was stretched out on the couch, remote in hand. He gave me a teasing pout and leaned forward to brace his elbows on his knees and let his head rest in his hands. “But you love me. Doesn’t that mean I get whatever I want?”
Scoffing, I jumped on the couch and wrestled him down. “Absolutely not. Because you also love me, and because torture is illegal.”
Wrestling around while he laughed, I ended up stretched out over him. I pinned his hands to the cushions while he looked up at me. We were both breathing hard, but something about the way he was pinned down — or maybe it was just me taking control — got him going. I could see his eyes starting to glaze over and his submission rising to the surface. Fuck, he was hot.
“You gonna give in and admit defeat? Say uncle,” I dared him.
That cleared some of the fog from his gaze, but he smiled. “I think brother’s a better choice. I think we’ve got enough on our plate without me calling out ‘Uncle’ when I submit.”
It surprised a laugh out of me, and I realized… Fuck, how had I gotten this lucky? Someone like Adrian was so far out of my league, but he’d chosen me.
Me.
“I like calling you brother for fun, though,” I protested.
Adrian just started shaking his head again, like he wasn’t sure what to do with me. “You’re clearly the wicked one here. I’m just the innocent guy who got dragged into naughty things by his wicked brother.” He gave that same laugh that was almost a giggle and stretched up to give me a kiss. “Master, then. That’s my word. I submit, Master.”
A shiver ran down my spine, and my fingers flexed around his wrists — not enough to hurt or bruise, but enough to make him feel it. “Damn right, I am,” I replied, kissing him firm, deep, then pulling back. “You’re too good at seducing me,” I complained. “How am I supposed to focus around you, hmm?”
I let go of his wrists, albeit reluctantly.
He sighed dramatically. “That’s not really my goal, to be honest.” Then he grinned, thoroughly enjoying his new role as a tempter. “If I’m naughty enough, will I get punished?”
“Yes,” I said promptly, flashing a mischievous grin. “But remember you aren’t supposed to enjoy punishments, so it might just be something like… Oh, I don’t know…” I ground down against him, kissing him until he was breathless then flopping over onto the couch next to him instead of lingering in his lap. I gave him a pointed look, smirking.
“I’m not sure I like that rule.” His pout returned as he sat up and settled back against the cushion. “I’m voting that all punishments must be hot and sexy.”
“That wasn’t hot and sexy?” I demanded, mock offense in my voice. “Tough crowd, man.” I leaned my head against his shoulder. “You can just ask to be spanked, Adri,” I murmured against his neck. “Can’t have you trying to misbehave all the time to feel my hand on your ass.”
“Misbehaving might be fun though. I haven’t tried it before.” He smiled and pulled me close. “You’d love me even if I was a brat.”
It would be good to see him let go and misbehave, just for a little while. If I got to be there to see it, to be a part of it… It was hot as hell.
“Good thing, since you are a brat,” I retorted. “I’ll have to make sure I get creative with my punishments. You need to have the full experience.”
“I want the full experience with you… I want everything with you.” He gave me a tender kiss then pulled me down to rest against his chest. “You ready to watch a movie with me, baby brother?”
“Oh, fuck. It’s gonna be a Disney movie, isn’t it?” I asked. I cuddled against him anyway. I wanted to be his master, but I wanted to be close, too… I wanted to feel wanted, needed…
I felt vulnerable, and I didn’t even know how to handle it. I only knew that it was clawing at me.
Adrian’s arms tightened around me. “Kind of.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I like this. Holding you, spending time with you.” Then he got a little smirk on his lips. “Even if you hate the movie I picked out.”
“Which is?”
He grinned widely, and his eyes lit up in anticipation. He let the excitement build for a moment, drawing out his answer before it finally popped out. “Goonies!”
I eyed him. “I hear that movie is totally ruined when you’re an adult,” I said. “So I reserve the right to give running commentary.”
Adrian laughed. “That’s not a surprise or a threat. You’ve been doing that since you were a kid. I remember the first time Mom made you sit through Snow White. She loved that movie, but you kept asking questions and criticizing it the whole time.”
I gave him a look. “She was a virgin princess doing slave labor for a bunch of old men. Mom had been pretty fucking clear that you don’t take candy from strangers.” Before Adrian could interrupt, I barreled on, “And yes, apples count.”
Adrian laughed and leaned in to give me a kiss. “You’re hilarious. Sometimes. But it was a fairy tale, baby.”
Baby. It caught me off guard, but I couldn’t help but grin — dopily, even.
I grinned but kept the joke to myself.
“It’s for kids. What kind of an example was that? And come on, all those guys living together, and they thought it was okay to put a teenage girl in there? Those are called pornos these days. I can keep going if you want me to.”
Smiling, Adrian shook his head. “That’s okay, thanks. That’s why we’re not watching a regular Disney movie, though, or Star Wars, or Indiana Jones.” He grinned. “Should I keep going?”
“You could, just so I can watch your lips move.” I smirked at him, resting my head against his shoulder. “Put the damn movie on, big brother.”