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Ichy took a swig of his beer, his face scrunching up at its too sugary taste before huffing and taking another sip. Prom night, 1989. This was supposedly the biggest night of his life and he was wasting it at the side of the school, where the backalleys started and chugging the alcohol he stole from his parents’ house. He wanted to say he was enjoying himself but to be honest, he was having a shit time. Like, super shit. When he told his family he was going, they were genuinely shocked and asked him if he was okay, which was a bad omen in his opinion. He had said he wanted to go for the experience, because it was a “once in a lifetime opportunity”, and now here he was, sulking in misery and booze. Although, this was usually how most school events went for him.
“Whatcha doing here, Itchy?” A familiar voice calls out to him. Ichy turns back to see Juicy, in his gaudy yellow suit with his 3D glasses that didn’t exactly match anything he wore. Itchy turns to face Juicy fully, his hand still carrying his can of beer.
“Dying,” he replies, his voice monotone and his words being half serious. Juicy just laughs anyway.
“You sure don’t look dead,” Juicy said, prompting Ichy to give him an “are you fucking dumb face”. Juicy either didn’t notice it or didn’t care as he took a few steps toward Itchy and stood next to him. “It’s pretty lonely here,” He comments as he looks around wildly, soaking in every inch of the dark alley. Itchy just shrugs and nonchalantly hands Juicy his beer, which he graciously accepts.
“Better than being in that shit hole,” he shrugs as Juicy chugged the rest of the beer. If Ichy were any less drunk and if Juicy were any other brother, he’d be mad but he says nothing. Juicy soon finishes and crushes the can with his head before tossing it onto the ground.
“Whaaat? But proms supposed to be a good time! The best time!” Itchy grimaces and he can’t tell if his brother is joking or not. His dumb but cute expression on his face doesn’t help either.
“God, no. Proms overrated,” When Juicy tilts his head and stays silent, Itchy continues. “I mean, it’s full of dumb fuckers who just wanna party and be obnoxious. Did you see Karla? He was dancing like he was in the Breakfast Club and Orson was making out with Toto in the corner and slobbering on her face. God knows I didn’t want to see that,” He exhales sharply to let off some quickly gathered steam. “And Todd keeps talking about how he wants to go to lose his virginity. It’s just for losers who want to fit in. Who wants to be at prom just to get laid?”
“Well, I do!” Juicy grins. Itchy turns to look at him as he leans in, his heart racing out of his chest as he barely registers how close the two were until it was a moment too late. He had always been Juicy’s favorite brother, and the same vice versa, but there was a reason for that. The two were lovers and had been since, possibly, birth. Their deep bond was something complicated and the two had plans to run away and change their identities since they were in 6th grade but they had never practiced anything farther than 1st base.
“Hey, Itchy, this place is pretty private right?”
That was the final nail in their shared coffin. Itchy grabs Juicy’s collar and smashes their lips together, the collision of their mouths feeling desperate and welcomed. His free hand found its way to the back of Juicy’s head, holding him firmly in place as the too made out as sloppily as Orson and Toto. Itchy didn’t care though. All he could think about was Juicy and his lips on his.
Juicy eagerly accepts the kiss and Itchy’s tongue made its way into his mouth, making him whine in a pathetic way that went straight to Itchy’s crotch. His tongue explored his mouth and teeth before he settled for shoving it in and out of Juicy’s mouth, roughly tongue fucking him as Juicy whined and wrapped his arms around his brother, wanting to be as close to him as possible. Itchy pushes him against the brick wall, effectively trapping his brother, not that Juicy wanted to leave anyways.
Itchy slowly moved down to Juicy’s neck, kissing and suckling on the bare skin as Juicy made clumsy attempts to unbutton more of his shirt so that Itchy had more skin to bite onto. His suit jacket was tossed aside and the shirt being half open was an opening for Itchy to bite onto his chest, his hand finding its way to Juicy’s nipples and pinching the buds, making Juicy let out a surprised moan as he was being toyed with.
“Ah… Itchy,” Juicy moaned out breathily. He subtly grinded his crotch onto Itchy, earning a hiss from his brother as pleasure filled his senses. Once Itchy was satisfied with all the hickeys left on his brother, his hand left Juicy’s nipples and grabbed his crotch, Juicy letting out a sharp moan as he did.
“You really want to cum, huh?” Itchy tighted his grip on Juicy’s cock slightly, making him let a mixed noise of pleasure and pain.
“You’re gonna have to earn it,” Itchy suddenly let go of Juicy’s cock and took a step back.
“How?” Juicy asked, still in his lustful haze. Itchy replied by undoing his belt and pants, pulling down his underwear to reveal his cock, shivering as he felt the heat of his cock constrast against the coldness of the night. Juicy seemed to understand now as he quickly got on his knees, his face up close to Itchy’s crotch.
He gave small kitten licks, paying special attention to Itchy’s tip which made him shiver in delight. He soon wrapped his lips around it, still suckling softly. Itchy grunted and grabbed Juicy’s hair, slowly inching it towards his pelvis. Juicy whined, enjoying Itchy’s handling of him as he shallowly thursted in Juicy’s mouth, enjoying that his brother didn’t have a gag reflex. The heat of his mouth was too pleasurable and he soon found his thrusts to be rougher as Juicy drooled all over, his tongue attempting to travel all over Ichy’s cock as he thurst in, only to be shoved under as thrust out. He stopped once he felt himself almost cum, Juicy’s lips sliding off of him with a soft ‘pop’. Drool and precum leaked out of the side of his mouth as tears were forming in the corner of his eyes, his face was flushed and looked up at Itchy, as confused as a lost puppy. Itchy could almost cum at the sight.
“Get up,” Itchy commanded. Juicy did as he was told, scrambling to get up only to be turned around and pushed against the same wall he was pressed up against earlier. He trembled slightly as Itchy pulled down his pants, the two sharing the same hesitation about losing their viriginities right here, right now. But that moment was lost as Itchy took his fingers and stuck one in, surprised to find the hole already slick ready for him.
“I-I prepped before coming here,” Juicy admitted sheepishly.
“Whore,” was Itchy’s only comment before sticking his index finger in all the way to the knuckle. Juicy let out a choked moan as Itchy moved his finger around. Him prepping before he approached Itchy wasn’t a lie, it seemed, and Juicy knowing what tonight entailed only served to make Itchy harder as he slipped in another finger.
Once he loosened up on the two fingers, Itchy slowly aligned himself with Juicy’s aching hole. There was a moment of hesitation, this time only on Itchy’s part. Juicy seemed to notice this and looked back at him. Despite the tears and snot and god knows what else running down, he gives Itchy a smile. The same smile he’s seen for 18 years but something Itchy can’t bring himself to ever hate.
“It’s okay, Itchy,” Juicy reassures. Itchy swallows whatever he was holding in his mouth and nods. The two were the same kind of trash, after all. The same trash that would burn and be melted together into a mess that could only be described as them. A molten mess of terrible but beautiful things that would outlast any sense of time the two had and be ingrained in the earth forever.
And with that, Itchy slammed his hips into Juicy.
The two let out some kind of choked up groan as Itchy experimentally thursted his hips in and out. He leaned in to kiss Juicy as he held up one of his legs, thrusting in and out roughly as well as his inexperience self could. He couldn’t get it in all the way but this would do for now. As he kissed Juicy, he allowed himself to finally touch Juicy’s cock. It was drenched in precum and clearly close from the foreplay from earlier. He couldn’t blame him, he was close to cumming too.
They experimented with a few poses, finally landing on Juicy sticking out his ass as Itchy crashed their hips together, his hands gripping onto Juicy’s hips as if there was no tomorrow. He soon found Juicy’s prostate and good god that man can scream. He kept chanting Itchy’s name, as if it were a prayer to a God that never came. But Itchy was here. He was here and going to finish Juicy to completion.
Finally, it happened. Juicy’s ass gripped onto Itchy’s cock with a desperation that made Itchy see white. He unloaded himself in Juicy’s ass, making sure to thurst in the right way and stroke the other’s cock at the same time. Juicy also didn’t seem to last long after that. The two panted, their breathing in sync as well as their hearts. Itchy gave Juicy a final kiss, wanting to spill out years of pent up frustrations and love into that kiss. Juicy gave him a gentleness that never died from him in return.
“Itchy, I love you,” Juicy said, his eyes seemingly forming hearts and stars at the same time.
“I love you too, Juicy” Itchy replied, his heart full and his cock spent. Slowly, he pulled out, grimacing at the feeling. Juicy shivered.
“Should we go to 7/11 after this? Maybe blockbuster?” Juicy asked as he pulled out a packet of tissues seemingly out of nowhere and started cleaning his poor hole.
“Hmm, I’d like that,” Itchy hummed as he used a tissue to clean up himself, pulling up his pants and buckling back on his belt. “Mango and grape smoothies and a packet of popcorn and some chips?”
“You sure know how to speak to my heart!” Juicy laughed as he pulled up his own pants and put his arm around Itchy, he did the same.
The two were trash, unburnable trash, but that would never get in the way of the two’s unburnable love for each other.