Closer Than Brothers

Chapter 2 Hot, Ain’t It


Nick paused before entering the library. Dammit, he didn’t want to say anything, it was beyond embarrassing, but his fevered imagination just wouldn’t let him rest.

Jarrod was his brother, for god’s sakes. But ever since the events of a couple nights ago, he couldn’t get the image of Jarrod’s naked body, the firm muscles and enormous male organ, out of his mind. He wondered again what it would be like to be on the receiving end of his sophisticated older brother’s attentions, and, running his hand through his hair while suppressing a shiver, strode purposefully into the study before he lost his nerve, steeling himself for the ridicule he was sure was coming.

“Hey, Jarrod.” Nick perched on the edge of the desk.

“Nick.” Jarrod didn’t look up from the document he was writing. “Something on your mind?”

“Oh, nothing really.” Nick picked up a paperweight and rolled it over in his hands. Jarrod put the pencil down and sat back, arms folded across his chest.

“Uh huh. From the look on your face, it’s a pretty important nothing.” Jarrod raised an expectant eyebrow.

“Just thinking is all. About what happened the other night.” He tried to meet Jarrod’s gaze, but looked away. “Reckon things might have gotten a little out of hand.”

“Well, I can’t say it was anything ordinary,” Jarrod concurred, “but Autumn left with a smile on her face and I can’t say I regret it.” Nick’s hazel eyes flickered back to Jarrod’s brilliant blues and he caught his breath at their intensity. “Any of it, Nick.”

Nick wasn’t sure if Jarrod was forgiving his inappropriate touches or if he was saying he actually enjoyed them, but either way, the tall cowboy marginally relaxed.

“I’ve never done anything like that before, Jarrod,” Nick told his brother, “hell, never even thought of doing anything like that. Do you have any idea how incredibly hot you are?”

The words were out of his mouth before Nick could think and he instantly wished he could take them back. What was wrong with him, desiring his brother that way? “I should go,” he said hastily. “Working ranch and all, you know.” He got up and moved for the door.

-

Jarrod had noticed something was up with Nick, something preoccupying his younger brother and Jarrod wasn’t completely sure what it was, even though he thought he had an idea. For the past two nights, ever since the intoxicating events with Autumn, Jarrod ended his day with his hand in his pants, getting himself off to the image of Nick grabbing him, Nick’s fingers penetrating him.

When Nick started to apologize, Jarrod felt a twinge of disappointment but was grateful there would be no awkwardness between the two of them. Nick was his brother, his best friend and he never wanted anything to ruin that. “I can’t say I regret it. Any of it, Nick.” He saw a bit of the tension leave Nick’s face at the reassurance, but there was still some showing.

“I’ve never done anything like that before, Jarrod,” Nick continued, “hell, never even thought of doing anything like that. Do you have any idea how incredibly hot you are?” Jarrod’s attention was instantly focused, catching the flash of desire in Nick’s eyes before Nick got up hastily.

“I should go. Working ranch and all, you know.”

In that instant, Jarrod knew Nick was having the same disturbing feelings as he was. He didn’t know what they were going to do about it, but he’d be damned if he’d let his brother think it was only one-sided. He quickly got to his feet, grabbed Nick around the waist before he left the room and snaked his other hand around to grip the bulge at the front of his pants.

“Are you sure it can’t keep?” he whispered in Nick’s ear, pushing his growing hardness against Nick’s backside.

“Jarrod---“ Nick breathed, turning to his brother in amazement. He was a mere inch from Jarrod’s face, Jarrod’s blue eyes darkening with lust.

“I’m not planning on kissing you, Nick,” Jarrod said with a chuckle at the closeness, “but I’m open to any other ideas you might have. He tightened his grip on Nick’s erection. “We’re the only ones home at the moment.”

“God, Jarrod,” Nick managed, “I never thought I’d want a man to touch me, let alone my brother, but…” He shook his head.

“I have to admit, I’ve been having similar thoughts,” Jarrod conceded, a salacious grin coming to his lips. “The only questions are, do we act on them and if so, are we going to do it in the middle of the library?”

Nick responded by getting his own handful of Jarrod. “Your room this time,” he said with a grin of his own, “mine’s a mess. You do know we’re gonna burn in Hell for this.”

“Can’t be any hotter than what I’ve got in front of me,” was Jarrod’s response. “Let’s get upstairs before I start ripping your clothes off right here.”

-

It didn’t take long for Jarrod and Nick to strip each other naked when they got to the privacy of Jarrod’s bedroom. Nick pushed Jarrod onto the bed before the lawyer could react and grabbed the enormous cock that jutted almost to Jarrod’s navel.

“You can’t believe how much I’ve wanted to touch this bad boy,” Nick rumbled. “How do you walk with all this between your legs?”

Jarrod chuckled, closing his eyes to better enjoy Nick’s ministrations. “Practice, my boy, practice.” He inhaled sharply as his penis was squeezed and tugged. “Damn, that’s good. Harder, Nick.”

Nick complied, working Jarrod with the same roughness he liked to use on himself. Jarrod spread his legs wider, bending his knees as Nick got between them, opening himself up. Nick decided to explore while he manhandled Jarrod’s shaft, grabbing first his balls, then moving back to touch the sensitive skin behind them before rubbing against the dusky pucker.

“Ever had anyone do that to you?” Jarrod groaned, pushing against Nick’s fingers.

“Uh, no. You?” Nick wasn’t quite ready to let Jarrod know that he’d been wondering what it might be like. Jarrod pushed himself up, stilling Nick’s hand.

“You’d be amazed at what some of the girls in San Francisco will do for you. Nothing like it, I can assure you.” Jarrod’s voice was deep and husky. “Do you want to try it?”

Nick hesitated for only a second. “Hell, I’m here, aren’t I? Reckon I’m willing to try anything.”

Jarrod moved and before he knew it, Nick found himself on his belly, Jarrod behind him, pushing his legs apart to get between them. The lawyer ran his fingers into the crease of Nick’s ass, slowly circling his hole while pressing down slightly.

“Got anything we could use for lubrication?” he wanted to know. Nick tried to force the haze of lust out of his brain.

“Uh… got some saddle oil on the dresser.”

“That’ll do.” Nick turned his head to watch Jarrod retrieve the bottle, gigantic phallus standing straight out from his body. He looked like a picture of one of those Greek gods in that book the boys secretly passed around in school.

Nick suddenly wanted more than just Jarrod’s finger inside him.

-

“You gonna give it all to me, Jarrod?” Nick’s voice was a throaty whisper as Jarrod returned to what he’d been doing, his finger coated with oil and sliding more easily. Jarrod stopped just as his finger penetrated the opening.

Was Nick asking what he thought he was asking? “Do you mean you want me to…?”

“Fuck me in the ass. Yeah, Jarrod, that’s what I’m asking.”

Jarrod trembled with an unexpected desire as his shaft swelled larger. “Are you sure, Nick?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure. Been dreaming about it for days, having that massive cock of yours rammed into me.” Jarrod pushed his finger in the rest of the way, finding Nick’s sweet spot and making him gasp. “God, Jarrod…”

Jarrod added another digit and leaned over as Nick writhed beneath him. “Only if you do me after.” He knew how good a finger felt, to have Nick’s own impressive manhood inside him… His mind reeled at the deviant road his thoughts and lusts were taking him down, but at that moment he didn’t care. He fucked his brother harder with his fingers and Nick was panting heavily by the time by the time Jarrod had three fingers inside to stretch and prepare him.

“Don’t stop,” Nick groaned as Jarrod removed his fingers.

“I thought you wanted all of me,” Jarrod responded tantalizingly as he guided his aching shaft to Nick’s portal. He forced the huge head through, eliciting a yelp from Nick.

Jarrod stopped. “Nick, I don’t really want to hurt you,” he told his brother in concern, holding completely still. “Just say the word and I won’t go any further, I swear.”

“No, Jarrod, just… need to relax. Remember, that’s a monster you’ve got there.” Nick panted harshly, then the painful constriction on Jarrod’s member relaxed, allowing him to move a bit further. “Yeah, that’s it, Jarrod.”

“I’ll take it slow, Nick,” Jarrod promised and pushed in bit by bit, his incredible size making it impossible to miss hitting Nick’s prostate.

“Ahhhhhhh,” Nick inhaled, making Jarrod smile.

“Good, Nick?”

“Oh, yeah. Keep it coming, Jarrod.”

Jarrod pulled back and pushed in again slowly, grabbing Nick’s hips for leverage. He soon had a rhythm established, thrusting into Nick’s tunnel firmly. He felt his balls tighten and reached underneath to grab Nick’s shaft, stroking it as he came up Nick’s ass. “Oh, god, Nick!” He thrust a few more times, expelling the last of his essence, hitting Nick’s hard gland and working his hand so his brother climaxed only seconds later.

Slipping his softened member out of Nick’s heat, Jarrod rolled off onto his back.

“Give me a minute to recover, then your ass is mine,” the dark haired rancher growled playfully.

“Take all the time you need, Nick,” Jarrod assured him, content to enjoy his own post-coital bliss. “If you need any help getting it up again, just ask.”

“You wouldn’t want to suck me, would you?”

Jarrod propped himself up on his elbows, looking to see if Nick was serious. His brother’s hazel eyes were intense and Jarrod knew the request was genuine. “Well, considering what I’ve already done to you…” Jarrod rolled over and returned to his position between Nick’s thighs, the other man lying on his back this time. Slowly, he leaned over and brought his lips to the head of Nick’s shaft, licking the cum off the crown and sucking it slowly before he opened his mouth to swallow Nick’s entire length, Nick letting out a low moan.

Just then, they heard the front door slam and voices floated up the stairs. Nick swore and Jarrod chuckled.

“Guess the shopping went quickly,” the lawyer observed with a smile. They two men got off the bed and retrieved their clothes.

“I’ll get you later, counsellor,” Nick promised with a growl and Jarrod shivered in anticipation.

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Jarrod sighed as he rode up to the darkened house. It was well past midnight and the yard was quiet, only one or two lanterns left burning to greet his late arrival. His stomach growled; it had been a long time since lunch and he could only hope someone had set aside some supper for him.

This dispute wasn’t worth the time and effort, he mused, even with the exorbitant fee he would be charging for all the extra hours trying to come up with a settlement that would satisfy the heirs of Carson’s estate. He’d told the man with all his various holdings, children, stepchildren and other assorted relations that he needed a will, but Adam Carson kept putting it off and now Jarrod had to deal with the mess his death left behind.

Dismounting, he led Jingo into the barn and unsaddled the sorrel, giving him a good brushing and making sure the horse was supplied with adequate feed and water for the night.

“Long day, Jarrod?”

Jarrod turned to find Nick lounging against the barn door. “Definitely happy tomorrow is Sunday, Nick,” the weary lawyer sighed. “Make sure to give my apologies to Mother for missing church, but I’m planning to sleep in until at least noon.”

“Well, skipping church might not be such a smart idea, Pappy,” Nick warned, sauntering over with a lascivious grin on his face. “Considering the sinful things I’m planning on making you do tonight.”

“I’m tired, Nick,” Jarrod warned, but a wicked smile played on his lips as well. It had been three days since he’d had Nick and this was the first time they’d had an opportunity for Nick to return the favour. Nick grabbed him and turned him around, pushing Jarrod against the saddle resting on its rail.

“The things I’m going to do to you, then,” Nick revised as he unfastened Jarrod’s gunbelt, dropping it to the ground, working the buttons of his pants until he had those pushed off Jarrod’s hips. Jarrod’s breath caught in anticipation as Nick’s erection, still confined, pushed against his ass. His own needy flesh was already distended to its full length when Nick grabbed him firmly and he let out a low moan.

“You like that?” Nick asked in a deep voice.

“Can’t you tell?” Jarrod asked back.

Nick chuckled and set about freeing himself from his own pants. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jar, using its contents to liberally coat his fingers and penis. He then grabbed Jarrod’s overdeveloped manhood again and started stroking, penetrating Jarrod’s ass with a single finger to the same rhythm. “Oh, god, Nick,” the lawyer gasped as Nick’s finger passed over his prostate, sending a flash of sensation from there to his balls. “More.”

Nick obliged with a second finger and Jarrod pushed back against him, wanting still more. “You’re just begging for it, aren’t you, counsellor?”

“If you need me to beg, I will, Nick,” Jarrod groaned. Nick’s fingers in his ass, his hand and the slick leather of the saddle against his cock were almost too much for the lawyer. His balls drew up and he felt the burn travel from his ass to his balls to his engorged length. “Nick, I’m not sure if I can last…”

Nick abruptly clamped down painfully on the base of Jarrod’s shaft, preventing the impending release. “Not yet,” he growled, guided his member to Jarrod’s entrance and pushed, the crown slipping through the tight ring of muscle with a hard shove. Jarrod cried out, a bit at the stab of pain, but his cry was mostly one of pleasure. “All the way, Nick,” he gasped uncontrollably, “now.”

-

Jarrod had taken it slow with him, allowing time to adjust to the incredible fullness, but the wild tone in his brother’s voice urged Nick to impale him in one mighty thrust. Oh, god, his brother was so hot and so tight, Nick nearly lost his mind and he slammed into Jarrod’s ass viciously. Not showing any mercy, Nick forced Jarrod against the saddle, driving into him as hard and as fast as he could. His hand released its grip on Jarrod’s cock, wrapping an arm tightly around Jarrod’s waist to hold him tighter and grabbing the saddle horn for more leverage as his hips pumped in abandon.

-

The ruthlessness of Nick’s pounding almost lifted Jarrod off his feet and Jarrod’s flesh was rubbed hard against the stirrup leather. The intense waves of pleasure rushing through his body were overwhelming and Jarrod was rendered helpless by his throes of ecstasy. He’d never experienced anything like it before, the brutality and pleasure combining in such a way that when Nick’s seed shot up his ass, Jarrod passed out from the intensity of sensations coursing through him, accompanied by the earthshattering explosion of his own climax.

-

Nick dropped his head onto Jarrod’s shoulder, sweaty and dripping from his exertions. “That was the most incredible---“ he started when he noticed Jarrod’s body was completely limp. “Jarrod?” he asked, worried. “Jarrod!” Panicked, he laid his unresponsive brother on the ground and was relieved to see he was still breathing. He quickly wet a handkerchief in the nearest water bucket, squeezed some of the water onto Jarrod’s face and let out the breath he’d been holding when the blue eyes blinked open.

“God, Jarrod, you scared me,” he said, sitting down and pulling Jarrod up to lean against him, wrapping his arms around his brother’s chest.

“Sorry,” Jarrod replied weakly, but there was a ghost of a smile on his face. “I think Autumn was right, it’s not how big, it’s how you use it. And you definitely know how to use it, brother Nick.”

Nick chuckled. “And knowing my big brother, you haven’t eaten since lunch. Sorry, Jarrod, should’ve let you get some food before I came after you.”

Jarrod patted Nick’s arm. “No worries, Nick, I haven’t felt this relaxed all day. Now how about helping me up?” Nick got up and gave Jarrod a hand, pulling him to his feet and helping him pull up his pants before refastening his own. Jarrod took a step before his knees buckled and Nick had to grab him to keep him from falling over.

“You okay?”

Jarrod took a deep breath and nodded. “Just a bit dizzy. And sore,” he admitted.

Nick’s face was contrite. “Didn’t mean to hurt you, Jarrod. You should’ve said something, stopped me.”

Jarrod looked at Nick, his blue eyes glinting with their customary spark. “I guess I was having too much fun to notice,” he said seductively. “But I guarantee I won’t be joining you for church tomorrow. For some reason, riding doesn’t seem like a very comfortable prospect.”

Nick shook his head, vowing to be a bit more careful next time. “C’mon, let’s get those old bones of yours up to your room. I’ll bring you up something to eat.”

Suddenly, the import of his last thought hit him. Next time. “Jarrod…” he started, unsure of what to say. It was so unreal, this liaison he was having with his brother. Depraved, immoral, inappropriate, the list of adjectives just went on.

Then he heard Jarrod say, “If you think I’m going to go easy on you next time, think again, brother Nick. I can guarantee you that you won’t be busting any broncs for a while after I’m done having your ass.”

“Should there be a next time, Jarrod?” Nick asked, voicing his unease. “I mean, this goes against all we’ve been taught…”

“I don’t know, Nick,” Jarrod admitted, suddenly thoughtful. “The way I see it, we’re not hurting anyone. Well, no one but me, at the moment,” he added wryly as he sat gingerly against a stack of bales, wincing a bit. “Neither of us is married and it’s not likely that any children are going to come out of this.” Nick snickered at that. “I don’t know how something we both want that feels so good can be that wrong,” he concluded, “even if it is against the law and the Church.”

“So long as Mother doesn’t find out,” Nick agreed with a grin, relieved. “That wooden spoon of hers just might come out of retirement.” He sat beside his brother and squeezed Jarrod’s thigh. “I guess we’ll just keep it quiet,” he said as he put a companionable arm around Jarrod’s shoulders. “We’re brothers, Jarrod, closer than brothers, we’re just taking brotherly love a little further than most, I reckon. And I can’t argue with the feeling good part.”

“You won’t be jealous if I still date women, will you?” Jarrod kidded with a devilish smile. “You’ve got talent, I grant, but I generally like a few more curves on my dancing partners.”

“Well, if we don’t date women, Jarrod,” Nick shot back, “Mother’ll never get any grandchildren and she really will bring back the wooden spoon.”

“Too true, brother Nick,” Jarrod chuckled. “Now how about a hand getting back to the house?” Nick put a supporting arm around his brother’s waist and Jarrod rested his arm around Nick’s shoulders as they made their slow way back to the house.

“And Nick?”

“Yeah, Jarrod?”

Jarrod paused at the bottom step. “You’re pretty hot yourself.”

Nick grinned and slapped his brother lightly on the back as they went into the house together.