Page 43 of Maybe (Mis-shapes #1)

A sweet moan slipped through his parted lips. Loose limbed and flushed, his thighs flopped open. “I don’t want you to, Ez. This might be my new raison d’etre.”

I put on a condom, loving the way he eyed my dick, picturing how amazing it would appear surrounded by the curly tail hairs protecting his fuzzy hole. Loving how his solid thighs were going to clamp around my hips.

“At your pace,” I promised, adding extra lube to pretty much every living surface within reach. I settled over him, lining myself up, and his hands gripped my shoulders.

“Hold your knees back instead, just at the start. It makes it easier.”

“Like this?”

“Yeah,” I breathed. He was open and lax, and my tip was inside him; it took every ounce of willpower not to plunge deeper. Isaac bit his lip and tensed. I pulled back out again, then eased back in a little.

“Slower? Like this?”

“Yeah. Just… yeah.” He hissed and screwed up his face.

“You don’t have to Isaac, if you’re not ready.”

“I do.” He hissed again as I advanced a millimetre before blowing out a relieved puff of air. He’d have a row of red welts tomorrow on the backs of his thighs, from where his fingertips dug into them. “Yes…yes. Exactly. Out a bit, then in a bit. Like that.”

“Excellent.” Dancing the hokey cokey around his open hole, one step forward two steps back, was a whole new level of sadomasochistic torture I had no idea existed.

“Stop there,” he gasped. I hovered in place, mentally reciting the chords to the last thing I’d played. Eruption , a complicated Van Halen track. Apt, seeing as I was about to have one of my own.

“Now go again. Yeah… that’s…”

Isaac’s dick perked up; we were making progress.

And he was talking, which was good, telling me how he felt, telling me when to pause, dictating the depth.

And then he made me withdraw to apply more lube, even though I reckoned my dick was producing enough of its own to grease a bloody car engine.

His earlier embarrassment was nowhere to be seen.

As I settled between his legs again, I brushed my lips against his ear. “I’m not trying to shuffle things along, babe, but I reckon by morning I’ll either be the whole way in or have expired with the effort.”

He giggled. “A snail’s pace is still progress, right?”

Lifting his head, he glanced down at where we were still joined, but only by a couple of inches, then smiled back up at me. If he wasn’t my Isaac, I’d imagine he was doing it on purpose.

“Yeah,” I managed. His head flopped back, and with it, he thrust up. Something gave, he relaxed around me, and, as he blew out a breath, I slipped in deeper. Then snorted into his neck.

“Did you just compare my dick to a snail?”

“Possibly. Yes… that’s… oh, God… that’s amazing… I’m… I’m…”

“Chatty,” I finished for him. Somehow, I got my lips onto his without moving inside him too much, though by now, my hips and my dick were screaming to have at it. “I love you telling me what you like,” I whispered, with another reassuring kiss and a tiny, testing-the-waters thrust. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Finally, finally, the waters were warm and inviting. God knows how, but I kept it slow. His legs curled around my back, his dick was still steely, and so, with my hands clenched in his, either side of his head, I drove in deep.

“Good?” I checked.

“Yeah, I’m…”

A more flexible cricket stump than he gave himself credit for.

Every time I dragged out, his eyes opened wide, giving me a look hot enough to fry my senses.

His ankles tightened around my neck. Grazing my belly on every thrust, his revived dick, hot and hard, leaked like a dripping tap.

I wound the pace up as he began pushing back against me.

Gradually, I lost myself in the tight grip of pleasure.

“This feels fantastic,” he whispered, pupils blown wide. “I feel like I’m getting a tummy rub, but from the inside.”

“I feel like I’m getting a dick massage from an entire legion of oiled-up Roman centurions.” I thrust deeper on a low groan. Snug, scorching heat enveloped me. Yep, it was fucking marvellous.

“I might have to rub your tummy a bit faster,” I gasped, as he lazily canted his hips. I wasn’t going to last much longer, not if his finger strayed any closer to my own hole and he carried on biting down on his bottom lip every time I dragged over his prostate.

“What would you do if I asked you to stop now, Ez?”

Oh fuck. “Cry.” An intense warmth licked down my spine, and I made a sound somewhere between a half moan, half hysterical giggle.

“And then I’d come really, really quickly, because if I didn’t then…

God, Isaac, I love you so much.” I withdrew slowly, so very slowly, then thrust deeper again.

“Look at you.” My next few thrusts were more pounding, and the one after that sent a warning tingle shooting down my shaft. “So perfect for me.”

And then, with the one after that, I came, hot, violent, and endless.

After I filled the condom with several months’ worth of pent-up longing, my brain took a small hiatus from reality and conked out, leaving my body spreadeagled across Isaac.

“Did we really just do that?” His incredulous voice jerked me back to the real world. Fuck knows how much later it was. From the squelchy feeling between our bellies, he’d come too, thank fuck. Caught up in my own pleasure, I’d forgotten that part.

“I should check Jonty,” I said urgently, scrambling to my knees.

Isaac pulled me back onto him. “He’s fine, still snoring. Like his dad was two minutes ago.”

I slumped back down and poked him sharply in the ribs. “How do you feel?”

“Like I’ve just had sex with my brother.”

“And?” I grinned down at him.

He smiled sleepily. “A bit sore.”

Both of us knew the question was bigger than that. I gave him another prod. “And?”

“And it was amazing. And I can look you in the eye.” He did exactly that, with another cautious smile. “I feel loved, actually.”

“That’s because you are.”

I kissed the tip of his nose because he was also adorable.

I’d told him I loved him, not an affirmation of the brotherly love we’d always shared, but as I was fucking him, when I’d been consumed by him.

I kissed him again, for longer this time and wriggled, our soft dicks and emptied balls squidging in the sticky mess. “Boyfriend and brother of mine.”

Slipping out of bed, I cleaned up, checked on Jonty, and then we got comfy: me wrapped around Isaac, trying not to stick my bony bits into the tempting, more cushioned, parts of him.

“I think…I think this is us, Ezra,” he said into the dark. “The whole fucked up package. Except I don’t know where we go from here.”

My stomach lurched. “You don’t mean…”

“God, no.” His arm twisted around to stroke my hip. “No. This is the way we’re going to have to live. Because this is the way we feel about each other.”

“But there are some bits to sort to make it happen.”

“Yeah.” I felt him nod. “And maybe it’s going to get ugly.

We can’t ignore that. I want you to get to know Ed and Saffy again.

I think they’ll be okay. But my mum will hear about us.

My friend, Alaric, has already put two and two together.

It’s only fair my mum hears it from me, not the likes of Mustard Michael. ”

Now might be my moment to tell Isaac about the inroads I was making with his mother. But if I did, he’d probably want to have her over or something, speed the process up. And then he’d see what an absolute lush she’d become.

“Fuck knows what we’ll say if anyone asks us how we met,” I said instead, and was rewarded by Isaac’s low chuckle.

“We could make something up. Like, you were busking, and I tripped over your guitar lead and broke my leg, then sued you for damages, except I called it off after you dedicated every song you sung, from then on, to me.”

“Or we could say that I was a urology patient, and once you saw the size of my cock, no other man would do and we…”

We were off for a while, riffing on stories growing more and more outlandish, sleepy, but not wanting to sleep.

“Jonty and me are going home on Sunday,” I said, after we’d run out of silliness. “You know that, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I guessed. You don’t have to, though. I mean, know my place is too far from Jonty’s school, long term, but we could work something out until you find somewhere decent. Or, you know, you could always stay. Perhaps he could start the new school year at a school near here.”

A couple of months ago, I’d have bitten his head off. Now I smiled.

“Thank you. But he likes the borough where we live, and he’s at a good school. He’s happy there and doing well. And even though it’s falling down, the middle school he starts in September is good, too.” I sighed. “We’ll find somewhere.”

Even though it was the right thing to do, leaving would be hard. The warmth of Isaac’s solid body seeping into mine reminded me of that. I wanted it every night.

“I’m not going to tell you how to live your life, Ez. How could I? You’ve done an amazing job of it without assistance from the Fitz-Henry’s. But is doling out brotherly advice only a one-way street?”

“No.” I snuggled in even closer and tried not to sound sulky. “I thought you said you liked the part of me when I’m a dick.”

“I do. And you’re doing a damn sight better than me. And on a shoestring, too. I wish you’d let me help, though.”

“Yeah, well. No. I’m a stubborn git.”

He huffed. “Tell me something I don’t know. What would you be doing now, do you think, if things with the family had been different?”