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Didn't Mean to Love You	By : aRedBaroness Category: S through Z > Veronica Mars Views: 2583 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4

Dick loses track of how long they spend making out in the guest bedroom as the bass from the party music thumps in the background. Kissing Beaver is refreshing and fun. Most girls Dick's kissed just tend to melt under his kisses, take them passively. Beaver is different, aggressive, like making out with Dick is some sort of contest that he's doing his damnedest to win. Beaver's always had this kind of intensity that scares him, Dick just never realized he could put that intensity to better uses.

Their tongues are battling and then Beaver's lips slip down to close around Dick's bottom lip sucking it hard. Immediately, Dick's hard on throbs painfully and he pushes his crotch against his brother's desperately seeking friction. Beaver breaks the kiss moaning into Dick's neck. His brother's breath feels hot as fire against his neck. It's so good, yet it's not enough.

“Clothes!” Dick gasps out in between feverish kisses. He can barely think let alone speak, he's too horny. He's sure all the blood in his body has rushed to his groin.

“What?” Beaver pants, his eyes are closed and he has a blissed out smile plastered to his face. Dick feels proud to be the cause of that silly smile.

“Clothes,” Dick tries again, struggling to speak against the waves of pleasure washing over him. “We have too many clothes on.”

“Oh,” Beaver is giggling and yanking Dick's striped shirt over his head. The laughter stops abruptly as he takes in the sight of his older brother's bare chest, bronzed, built and covered in sweat.

“Focus, Cass. No time for drooling now. Not while we both still have pants on.”

Dick is yanking Beaver's belt free, quickly followed by his jeans. All that pale delicate skin is making him in danger of drooling himself. Beaver looks so damn edible, stretched across the bed, flushed with color, lips even more swollen and red then usual from the kissing.

“What are you staring at?” Beaver sounds nervous and unsure, like he has no clue how hot he is or how much Dick wants to fuck him into the mattress.

“You're just so pretty, Beav. I could eat you right up,” Dick laughs. He's rewarded with the blush that spreads up across that pale skin, making him even harder. He didn't even think that was possible at this point. Dick can't lose focus though, he has a mission. He pulls off Beav's boxers, his mouth watering. It's official, a horny naked Beaver is the sexiest thing alive.

All rational thought has fled as Dick growls and pounces his little brother. He's grabbing the smaller boy's hands and holding them above his head as he sets about mapping every inch of skin with his lips, tongue and teeth. Beaver is panting and writhing beneath him, screaming as Dick's teeth catch on a nipple, nipping it hard.

“Please, Dick,” Beaver pleads. “Please let me go, I need to...oh God...I need to touch you.”

Dick pauses long enough is his teasing exploration of Beaver's navel to get out, “No way, you're my prisoner now bro. Such a pretty prisoner too.” He smiles wickedly, but keeps a firm grasp on his brother's tiny wrists as he returns to his task.

Beaver's begging has become pretty incomprehensible aside from the occasional “Dick.” He's thrashing in ecstasy as Dick pauses briefly to rid himself of the remainder of his clothes, taking care to remember the tube of lube in his pocket.

Dick groans as their cocks slid together, pressed hotly between their bodies. He licks one hand and reaches down to wrap it around both their lengths, stroking them slowly. Beaver lets out a sob at the contact, clearly grateful for the relief.

It's good, God it's good, but Dick needs more. He gropes on the nightstand for the lube and shifts down on the bed. Beaver lets out a whimper at the loss of friction. Dick strokes his little brothers thighs soothingly and coats his fingers with the fluid, rubbing his fingers together to warm it up.

Dick's finger pets his brother hole softly before they both let out a gasp as he pushes it in gently. Omigod, it's so tight. Dick's going to be lucky if he lasts five minutes in that tight heat. Dick curls his finger as he thrusts it in a second time, searching for the sweet spot. Beaver's wordless scream as he arches off the bed lets him know when he's found it.

Carefully Dick, adds more lube and inserts a second finger, watching his little brother's face twist up in pleasure. Beaver's biting his lips hard enough to draw blood. The sensations are almost too intense. Dick is mesmerized by the way his brother's body grips his fingers, the way Beaver thrusts back against him like his fingers are magic.

“Please Dick,” Beaver groans.

“Please what?” Dick smirks as he brushes his finger against the smaller boy's prostate.

“Oh god!” Beaver's eyes are rolling back in his head.

“Did you want something?”

“In me. Please.” Beaver is clearly incapable of saying anything more as he fucks himself on his big brother's hand.

It's all the invitation Dick needs. He pulls back and slicks his cock, pushing it slowly into the hot panting mess that is his brother. Dick looks down as he slides in, it is a mistake. It's the hottest thing he's ever seen. He stops once he's all the way in, he doesn't want to hurt Beaver, but he has to move soon. Oh God, he has to move soon or he'll die, he's sure of it.

Beaver's soon thrusting back against him, thank God. Dick starts with slow steady thrusts that have Beaver gasping and moaning. He cant' keep that pace long though, Beaver is yelling at him to go faster and harder. Dick is glad to follow his brother's request, pounding into his little brother with all pent up frustration borne of having had to deny himself this so long.

Dick brings his brother's legs up over his shoulders and they both curse loudly at the change of angle. It's so good, he can go so much deeper now. Beaver's almost bent in half as Dick resumes in pounding him into the mattress.

God, Beaver's so tight. He's had virgins before, but none had ever been as tight as this. What cruel joke that his best lay is his annoying little brother. Dick swears Beaver is made for him, fits him like a glove or rather a vice. Nothing has ever felt this good, and he knows instinctively that nothing else ever will.

Through the haze of pleasure, Dick remembers that he wants to get Beaver off first. He wraps his large callused hand around Beaver's cock, marveling at the smoothness of the skin, the hot weight of it in his palm. It doesn't take long to get Beaver off. In fact, Dick is amazed his little brother's lasted this long.

When Beaver tenses up, screaming Dick's name as he comes, Dick's vision goes white. His brother's ass is gripping him so tight he can't help but come too. His orgasm seems to last forever prolonged by the post-orgasmic spasms wracking Beaver's body.

Dick rolls them over, still keeping his dick sheathed in his brother. Without sparing a thought for any consequences if they are found like this tomorrow, Dick wraps his arms around Beaver and passes out, his lips nuzzling his little brother's neck.
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