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It was an old car, not quite built for sex. But damn did it do the job.
It worked for Uncle Ches, and now it worked for Dee.
Stars, multiple colors fuzzier than the sweater tossed to the floor of the car filled the view in the back of Heavy’s skull, filling him with a buzz of pleasure when he felt his body being shunted forward over and over.
“Don’t stay out too late, Heavy.”
“Yes dad.” Heavy remembered the butterfly like pit in his stomach, twisting and writhing as if going through metamorphosis backwards.
“And bring him home with all of his items, Dee.”
“Yeah.” His brother always looked so unbothered, grabbing his keys and nodding for Heavy to follow. Did he ever get nervous??
The drive was long to the ‘party’ Heavy had been invited to. Their father must have had a hunch when he asked which friend's house he’d be going to.
Dee saved his ass of course. Telling him it was a small school student organized thing.
They’d be back at 11.
His eyes were rolled back so hard he almost forgot he was even in the car to begin with. The car that sat in the middle of the woods way out of town.
The car rocked like crazy, Dee mostly to blame as he fucked into his brother like an animal, moans and small babbles of praise filling in the silence between songs. Heavy loved it when he got rough like this, treating him like an object, a nasty little fleshlight. He almost leaned into his rough hands, biting his lip when they squeezed his softer hips before one of them pulled away, only to come down harshly onto the side of his ass.
“Fuck-” He’d grunt, it was almost like a routine. One they’d practiced for years, he remembered the night they’d first touched each other, it was just harmless exploration, nothing more.
Yet somehow, here they were. Lying to their parents to get out of the house and fuck.
“I’m almost done, promise.”
Heavy could only moan in response to the voice. He knew that was a big lie. His older brother had been pent up for weeks. A measly hour of fucking wasn’t his speed, and he had already prepared himself for at least two more.
9:27
“How was the party??”
“It was fine I guess, me and Hev left early to get takeout, the food sucked.”
Vicky peeked out of the kitchen coming in. “Party?? Was it really that boring?? Heavy fell asleep-!”
“Yeah well you know how it is, he gets so preoccupied in chasing whatever social media pics he can get he wears himself out.” Dee carried his little brother upstairs, grateful he convinced Heavy to let him cover his hickies bites and other things before he’d passed out. He wanted to be sure they wouldn’t get caught. Even if they’d been doing this forever he didn’t want to risk their parents finding out he’d been fucking his eleven year old brother way back when.
Or was he ten-? Didn’t matter.
Setting the boy down he looked him over, eyes roaming his chest and neck before settling on his face. Nothing was out of place. Good.
Dee hoped Heavy wouldn’t be too mad about what he’d done, drugging up your brother to get him to sexually depend on you wasn’t the greatest thing to have a reputation for. Let alone doing it to him since he was too young to really get it and convincing him the feeling was a natural one.
He always slipped him all kinds of sexually aggressive pills to get what he wanted, when he made him food or a ‘healthy’ smoothie he always made sure he finished it all and every plate and cup and bowl had been thoroughly washed after. He wouldn’t be doing it again.
He laid beside him, hand caressing his lukewarm face. How long till everything set in? He didn’t know, he should be disgusted with himself. Upset—and yet..Dee is at ease.
His secret was kept. And he had the time of his life. He couldn’t help but want to kiss him. So he would, did, forcing his way into his mouth and moaning against it, It was nearing 12 AM, their parents wouldn’t be coming in anytime soon, he moaned softly when he pulled away. Even laying here unresponsive he found him so damn desirable..
10:48
Heavy felt his eyelids getting heavier, and he was tired. Maybe it was all the sex—seven whole rounds and he was spent in the third. He looked at his brother as he was writing something.
“Dee…? Can we go home..? Head’s fuzzy and I need a nap..”
His brother merely glanced at him. “Gimme a minute. You can’t go yet. I have to clean you up, make you look presentable.”
Heavy pouted and leaned against him, getting one last kiss on his head.
He wished he could see what Dee was writing but he always kept that little notebook to himself. It was already 10:49. He’d keep his eyes open a little longer.
Dee worked his magic, praising Heavy, lulling him off to sleep with soft words and gentle kisses.
Heavy closed his eyes and didn’t open them again. Dee smiled and pat his cheek.
“Goodnight, Heavy.”
12:27
When they’d found him it was already too late. He’d overdosed at 12:05.
But how?? He was still there, still alive when he came home. Still safe and sound with his brother.
Now he was nowhere to be found. Even his brother had disappeared, they came in, looked him over and stepped out to deliver the news, only for the body and the other boy to disappear. Now they had a problem, a missing body and a boy who may or may not be the cause. Followed by distraught parents and a nonexistent party to investigate.
Not that this was Dee’s problem. He held his brother close to himself as he drove and drove far.
He was going to a party tonight, and Heavy was coming with.