*** 18+ read it anyways you rebels. Also the sex god in the picture is Bowie.***
Clay's P.O.V

"He's on Peter Pan watch!?!"

"Shhh, Bowie, shut the fuck up! It's not Peter Pan watch, we just don't want him to be alone. Please."

"I'd have done it anyways, I'm not the twins. Don't even worry about it. Clay's family."

That was the half whispered conversation Bradly and Bowie had about me earlier this week. I'm not sure when, fuck, I don't even know what day it is. But, anyway, that's why I'm laying in Bradly's older brother's lap.

Bowie was pretty cool. He hasn't been around in a couple years, moved off to school in Japan for a year and never came back, but I remember him growing up. I definitely remember him growing up. I had the biggest crush on him, still carry a torch for him, but I have come to peace with knowing it will never happen....probably. He was the first guy I ever remember being attracted too. We've taken a lot of long, hot, soapy showers together...he just doesn't know it.

I know, I'm a perv, get over it. It's creepy to have the hardcore hots for your bros brother, I know I know. And if my younger self had ever know I'd be lying, face in his lap, one day, I would have squealed. Unfortunately I was in such a deep pit of depression I couldn't even muster up the energy required to awkwardly flirt or even feel excited that his crotch was in my face. What the fuck was wrong with me!

Literally, I could stick out my tongue and lick my fapping material of the past four years. I'm sure it was only a matter of time before I drove him away though, there was really no point.

I must have sighed or groaned out loud because Bowie shifted his paperwork and dropped a hand to caress my cheek and neck, running his fingers down to squeeze my bicep.

"You okay, beautiful?" He asked, genuinely. I rolled my eyes and shifted my head to look up at him. He was a lot like his other brothers. Tall, gangly, green-eyed, but the trademark red hair wasn't there. It never had been from what I heard. His was stark white, all of it, eyelashes, chin scruff and the whole bit. Some kind of partial albinism, gene mutation, tragic bleach truck accident or whatever. Bradly explained it when we were like nine, but I don't really remember. I say partial because of the eyes, but his skin too was like porcelain.

"Your not supposed to call guys beautiful." I said, forcing down a small smile. I was sad damnit! And, for reasons beyond me, I was going to fucking stay that way.

"I'm sorry....Mr. Beautiful?" He flashed me a hopeful, toothy grin. Even his teeth were white. I smiled at that, which made his grin wider. He went back to his papers, which he had laid out along my legs and side.

I'd been spending a lot of my time here with Bowie, Bradly and co. since the break-up. I couldn't possibly run into Max here, or Hunter for that matter. Whom, to my dismay, had swooped in to woo my boyfriend....my ex-boyfriend. What was worse; it was working.

I sighed again and Bowie brought his hand back to pet me. I was like his cat! I wasn't even trying to beg for his attention!

"What's on your mind?"

"I just want to be loved." I whined. And suddenly he'd leant down, his nose skimmed the side of my face before he planted a warm, slightly damp, kiss firmly to my cheek bone.

"You're loved." He hummed confidently. I think my whole face was on fire. I almost wanted to hide my face, then I remembered that would give me a face full of genitals. Maybe I should hide my face.

Remember that torch I was carrying for Bowie? Well it was ablaze and burning in my stomach, illuminating hot thought after hot thought of the two of us. Wow, it brought back a lot of old daydreams. I was a pretty kinky fuck at thirteen, even if I didn't really know how sex worked.

I just let my imagination run wild, it was a relief to think about something aside from dying or Max and Hunter, so I wasn't too keen on trying to divert my attention elsewhere.

I laid in his lap with my eyes closed, and my god did he smell good, like dark, warm spices. I wanted to suck him so bad my mouth was watering! Of course though, this caused problems for me. I had to go to the bathroom more than once to fix myself in my pants. Hopefully my throbbing boner was that noticeable. I was too tired to really do anything about it except tuck it in my waistband. Besides, with my luck, I'd moan or something and he catch me beating meat in his bathroom.

Lucky for me, Bowie seemed pretty absorbed in his work. Or would that be unlucky me? I was pretty far from reality too, so when his phone rang I spooked.

"Sorry." He said lifting his hips and digging through his pocket. "I have to take this, it's work. Do you mind?"

"No, of course not." I said, recovering from the adrenaline spike enough to lay back down.

He was very professional on the phone...it was sexy. Of course I had no idea what he was saying, I don't speak Japanese, but his tone changed and he sat up straighter. Very sexy.

Let's see....Amanda was twenty-two, and that made Michael twenty-three which put Bowie ten months older at nearly twenty-four? ....that sounded right... seven years wasn't that big a difference. Bradly's dad was that many years younger then their mom. Jill was nearly eleven years younger than my dad!

The only foreseeable problem with seducing Bowie, i.e ripping him bare and licking every inch of him, was I was underage. And, the whole dying of cancer thing. If the doctor was right, I wouldn't live to be eighteen....

Aaaaaaand now I'm back to thinking about dying...fuck you brain, fuck you. I swear to God I'm the only person that can go from thinking about hot sex with an older man, to dying!! This is exactly why I hate myself.

"Clay? Are you alright?" Bowie asked in an undertone, tipping my chin to look at me, slanting the phone away from his mouth.

No, I want to fuck you!! "Yeah, I'm-" super fucking horny from thinking about licking whipping cream off your cock! "fine."

Fucking cancer.

At long last, yet far to quickly, it was midnight and Bradly staggered down the basement stairs and opened the door. He licked the side of Bowie's face, in lew of a normal greeting, then dodged the playful wack Bowie swatted him with.

"You crashing here Clay baby?" He asked, stripping off his shirt as he walked to his door and scooping a new one from the floor. Ew, by the way.

"It's too late to go now, just let your dad know, okay?" Bowie said, shifting me off his lap and standing up with a stretch. "Good night. I'll see you both in the morning." He bade, kissing me again, and after I'd just made it back to flaccid!

"You know," Bradly said thoughtful, hopping the back of the couch and spooning me. "Bowie's always been sweet on you."

Whoo! Hot breath on the back of my neck and a warm body pressed against me? Not when I was like this. I was like a live wire, every touch sparked and I had bypassed ache and moved to painful hardness...again.

"Bradly I've been thinking about fucking your brother all day long and you can't touch me because I have another boner and it might get super awkward!" I said, as quickly as I could, trying to arch out of his touch and failing miserably. He just hugged me tighter, his face in between my shoulder blades.

"....Bradly?" I said cautiously after a long pause. I was more worried about his reaction to me longing to screw his brother, never mind the other stuff. Guys get boners, big whoop, it happens. "Bradly?"

"Why didn't you jerk off?"

"Too lazy and didn't want Bowie to get suspicious."

"You really don't think he noticed." ....I wasn't overly found of the incredulity in his voice when he said that.

"I don't like, whip it out and play with it! I kept him tucked away."

I could practically hear Bradly's eyes roll in his head and something that sounded suspiciously like "porn cock"

Regardless of whether he actually said that or not, my face went red and I tried to push him away again, smashing him back further into the couch. "Whatever! Will you just stop touching. I want this to go down soon."

"If your too lazy to do it yourself, I'll do it for you. Before you hurt yourself."

I rolled over as he propped himself on his elbow and we looked at each other. ....This fucker was serious.

"Bradly, don't-"

"Clay what happened last year with Hunter...it happened, it was no big deal because it was you. Let yourself off the hook. You didn't know."

I looked away, ashamed. I made my own skin crawl. I was a despicable person. I though we had agreed to never talk about this! "I should have known."

His long pale fingers grabbed my face, squinched my cheeks together, and turned me back to look at him. "You....could NOT....have....known." He said slowly, pausing between the words to better let them sink in. "We both knew Hunter had some issues, fuck, that's why we loved him, it was a quirk, but neither of us could have ever known how deep that went. Quit taking on the guilt for it. I don't care. It was you. You are...safe." He finished, a slight upward inflection at the end. He clearly knew what he meant, but didn't know how often explain it.

I watched his ears turn red as he blushed and I started to laugh.

"Fuck you, stop laughing, I'm trying to be serious!" He huffed, a little smile curving his mouth. "Really, you are safe, for lack of a better word. I trust you. I know that's a boundary you would have never crossed, and you stopped things before they got worse...for me. I was too fucked up to help myself. You did me a favor."

He had obviously thought about this a lot since it happened. He wanted to reassure me, without openly, brazenly laying out what I did to him.

"You didn't rape me, Clay."

Well, never mind! There it was, open and brazen, laid out for me. Bradly was really blunt as hell, couldn't cut butter if he tried.

"So. Are you offering to prove something to me, or to yourself?" And the look he pinned me with; incredulous with one eyebrow cocked and his mouth turned down in almost an angry pout.

"Are you serious?"

Well, damnit Bradly! Not everybody has themselves figured out at thirteen! Basterd is acting all high and mighty with me!

"You can just say no if your uncomfortable with it." He assured me, smirking.

"I didn't say no." I said quietly, as my balls gave a particularly painful throb. It was his turn to laugh at me.

It might be prudent to mention that growing up, Bradly and his brothers were not only expected to experiment, but encouraged! The logic behind it being: how can you know you don't like it if you never try it? There are seven bilion people in the world, do you really think the one for you will be next door and the opposite gender?

Being raised pagan must have had its perks. There is a big difference between, accepting your kid if, and only if, they turn out gay, and; gay... straight...go find out and you do you. Not to say I don't love my dad! He's great! It's other people in my family I have a problem with and, maybe, if we'd been raised with the same 'it doesn't matter now and never will' mentality, we all would have been saved some scars.

"Time's up. I'm sleepy. Go jack off, or take your panties off so I can help." He deadpanned. "If your worried that back rub and a hand-job will change things between us, you haven't spent enough time outside your neuroses."

Together we laughed and the tension broke. He helped me worm out of my pants, my legs on either side of his waist, and tossed me the pillows to lean back on.

"Wait," He'd made to pull my briefs down but paused to look curiously at me. "Uh...here." He moved his hands and let me fumbled with my hard-on through the slit in my briefs until it was out. There was just something I didn't like about not having pubic hair anymore. I don't know how porn stars do it, but I prefer hair.

I licked Bradly's palm when he held it out to me, wiggling my eyebrows at him and keeping creepy eye contact until he rolled his own with a snort of laughter and shook his head.

This escalated so quickly. It started like a hand-job, of course, and when the spit ran dry he added more. Bradly shifted, laying between my legs, opened his hand and licked a long hot stripe up my shaft. Ta-da! More spit. But he didn't stop there.

He kissed up the length, giving soft sucks here and there and pressing his lips to the head, running the tip across them. I wonder if he liked the feeling? He dipped his tongue in the slit and gave a few licks up and down, sucking the tip into his hot mouth.

I remember thinking this the last time we were in this situation; Bradly's got nice lips.

I don't know how the straight boy and the virgin did it, they should be terrible at this! Maybe I'm just a sucker for a pretty pair of lips around my cock. He did everything right, borderline cock worship, kissed it laved it, sucked it like he was in love with it. He got so into it! It was beyond hot to watch him enjoy giving me head just as much, of not more, then me.

Slick sounds and gulps mingled with my panting and stifled groans as Bradly bobbed his head and swallowed around my cock, jerking me off, letting his tongue play gently with my foreskin, running it underneath and watching me squirm. When he ran the head along the ridges at the roof of his mouth I almost came undone and let out my first truly loud moan.

I tangled my fingers in his wiry ginger hair while he worked me over. I practically squealed when he dragged back slowly, keeping suction and dragging all that pressure around my cock head.

"♡Ah~, Fuck!~♡" only an octave and a half above my normal tone.

My thigh twitched and I almost closed them around Bradly's head and held him in place as I came. He would have been pissed, so I thought better of it.

Ow, shit it kind of fucking hurt!

I flopped back as he scooped my pants off the floor and spit in them distastefully, some of my spuck dribbling down his chin. He looked back at me, his eyes locking on something over my shoulder, but I was halfway leaned in to him and kissed away the trail he'd missed before planting another kiss to his flushed, slightly swollen lips.

I pulled back and he was still staring. I looked back at the door. It was ajar, but nobody was there. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," He said slowly. "Just thought I saw something." He hopped up and pushed his way out the door. On return he tossed me a damp cloth, toothbrush and froth in his mouth. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the bedroom and I nodded.

With a new pair of pants, not taken off the floor, thank God, and a clean mouth we flopped onto the bed and shuffled to get comfortable.

I really thought it might turn weird, but it was far from it. Like normal, Bradly fell asleep on his left side, arm under his pillow and legs bent. An hour later he was snuggled against my back, his arm looped around my chest, snoozing happily.

Oh shit, I forgot to text my dad I'm alright. Whatever, it's never come back to bite me before.

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