Nighttime Lover
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Category:
1 through F › Four Brothers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,421
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Four Brothers, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Nighttime Lover
Bobby tossed and turned, the sheets twisting hopelessly around his legs. He gave a frustrated growl as he untangled them for the third time that night. As he started to slide back to sleep, he felt a finger run down the middle of his stomach. He tensed before cracking an eye open, only to see Jack’s smiling face between his legs. Bobby stared down; his mind warring with what his eyes told him.
“Jack” he croaked.
Jack smiled impishly at him. He wiggled his eyebrows and gently pushed down on Bobby until his head fell back on the pillow. Bobby swallowed the dry lump in his throat as he felt Jack’s playful fingers rub back and forth through the line of hair on his stomach. He groaned when Jack let his fingers trail lower and lower until he was held firmly in Jack’s hand. He gasped when he felt the wide tip of his tongue sweep over the head of his half erect cock.
“God” he hissed when Jack brought just the head into his mouth. He griped the sheets in handfuls as he felt Jack’s tongue wrap around the curve of the head.
“Fuck, fuck” he muttered. Abruptly, Jack stopped and let Bobby fall from his mouth. He crawled down a little bit further. He ran his fingers over Bobby’s thighs, seeking the sensitive spots. Bobby’s head was spinning, he felt like he was going to fall off the bed.
He held his breath while Jack’s fingers trailed closer to his cock. He faintly heard the sound of a bottle top opening. After a long minute, he felt the tip of one finger probing at his entrance. The cool knowing fingers pushed past his barrier, the muscles reflexively tightening then slowly relaxing against the intrusion.
Jack’s finger moved up inside and gently rubbed his prostate. Bobby moaned as he felt Jack’s mouth envelope his penis again. Bobby’s fists tightened again in the sheets. His body shook with desire. A fine sweat beaded across his upper lip and his legs trembled. He felt a pang of nerves hit his stomach. He shoved the rising panic off to the side.
He pushed down on the finger deep inside him and squeezed his thigh muscles as his body jerked in time to the thrusts. The suction grew stronger. Bobby’s eyes opened and closed rapidly as he concentrated on the sensations Jack gave him. He looked down and gasped as he watched Jack’s lips stretch and thin as his mouth moved.
Bobby shuddered all over when Jack’s finger rubbed faster over his prostate. Jack tightened his mouth around Bobby’s cock. He was embarrassed when he realized that the small whimpering sounds were coming from him. His body was tensed and sweating. He was fast losing control as Jack alternated the way his tongue flicked Bobby’s cock.
Jack’s finger moved, plunging in and out, Bobby’s hips snapping with the motion. He distantly heard mumbled pleas falling from his lips. His head moved back and forth on the pillow.
Bobby was shaking, trembling hard as the urge to scream, to beg, to come rolled through him. His balls were drawn up tight to his body, heavy and aching with need. Bobby gave a rough sob as he tugged on the sheets, fighting desperately for control.
He let out a muted shout when he felt Jack slowly pull his finger back out. He jumped when he felt the first swipe of Jack’s tongue across his opening. His tongue swirled across him with steady precision. Bobby yelped and his cock twitched as Jack’s lips nibbled gently on his skin.
He nearly cried in relief when he felt Jack’s hand grip him again, tugging on his cock while his tongue worked him over. Within seconds he was coming hard, the blood roaring in his ears as he came, his body convulsing. He fell back against the pillow and closed his eyes. He heard a quiet chuckle above him. The sense of unease was back.
He opened his eyes bit by bit. He saw Jack still between his legs. Bobby’s eyes watered and burned. He swallowed the second dry lump in his throat. Jack winked at him.
“I’m dreaming aren’t I?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jack nodded, his hair falling over his eyes as usual. Bobby covered his face with both hands. He felt another surge of panic. He dropped his hands in that moment. He didn’t want to see. All evidence gone from his body, except for a pleasant soreness. He sighed.
“Don’t go” he said.
Jack smiled sadly. Bobby blinked and he was gone.
Bobby cried then, soft weeping in the darkest part of night.
“Jack” he croaked.
Jack smiled impishly at him. He wiggled his eyebrows and gently pushed down on Bobby until his head fell back on the pillow. Bobby swallowed the dry lump in his throat as he felt Jack’s playful fingers rub back and forth through the line of hair on his stomach. He groaned when Jack let his fingers trail lower and lower until he was held firmly in Jack’s hand. He gasped when he felt the wide tip of his tongue sweep over the head of his half erect cock.
“God” he hissed when Jack brought just the head into his mouth. He griped the sheets in handfuls as he felt Jack’s tongue wrap around the curve of the head.
“Fuck, fuck” he muttered. Abruptly, Jack stopped and let Bobby fall from his mouth. He crawled down a little bit further. He ran his fingers over Bobby’s thighs, seeking the sensitive spots. Bobby’s head was spinning, he felt like he was going to fall off the bed.
He held his breath while Jack’s fingers trailed closer to his cock. He faintly heard the sound of a bottle top opening. After a long minute, he felt the tip of one finger probing at his entrance. The cool knowing fingers pushed past his barrier, the muscles reflexively tightening then slowly relaxing against the intrusion.
Jack’s finger moved up inside and gently rubbed his prostate. Bobby moaned as he felt Jack’s mouth envelope his penis again. Bobby’s fists tightened again in the sheets. His body shook with desire. A fine sweat beaded across his upper lip and his legs trembled. He felt a pang of nerves hit his stomach. He shoved the rising panic off to the side.
He pushed down on the finger deep inside him and squeezed his thigh muscles as his body jerked in time to the thrusts. The suction grew stronger. Bobby’s eyes opened and closed rapidly as he concentrated on the sensations Jack gave him. He looked down and gasped as he watched Jack’s lips stretch and thin as his mouth moved.
Bobby shuddered all over when Jack’s finger rubbed faster over his prostate. Jack tightened his mouth around Bobby’s cock. He was embarrassed when he realized that the small whimpering sounds were coming from him. His body was tensed and sweating. He was fast losing control as Jack alternated the way his tongue flicked Bobby’s cock.
Jack’s finger moved, plunging in and out, Bobby’s hips snapping with the motion. He distantly heard mumbled pleas falling from his lips. His head moved back and forth on the pillow.
Bobby was shaking, trembling hard as the urge to scream, to beg, to come rolled through him. His balls were drawn up tight to his body, heavy and aching with need. Bobby gave a rough sob as he tugged on the sheets, fighting desperately for control.
He let out a muted shout when he felt Jack slowly pull his finger back out. He jumped when he felt the first swipe of Jack’s tongue across his opening. His tongue swirled across him with steady precision. Bobby yelped and his cock twitched as Jack’s lips nibbled gently on his skin.
He nearly cried in relief when he felt Jack’s hand grip him again, tugging on his cock while his tongue worked him over. Within seconds he was coming hard, the blood roaring in his ears as he came, his body convulsing. He fell back against the pillow and closed his eyes. He heard a quiet chuckle above him. The sense of unease was back.
He opened his eyes bit by bit. He saw Jack still between his legs. Bobby’s eyes watered and burned. He swallowed the second dry lump in his throat. Jack winked at him.
“I’m dreaming aren’t I?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jack nodded, his hair falling over his eyes as usual. Bobby covered his face with both hands. He felt another surge of panic. He dropped his hands in that moment. He didn’t want to see. All evidence gone from his body, except for a pleasant soreness. He sighed.
“Don’t go” he said.
Jack smiled sadly. Bobby blinked and he was gone.
Bobby cried then, soft weeping in the darkest part of night.