6 Works by overflowinggently
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He moved his legs, shifted his hips against the bed, just to see how it felt. To make sure everything were still in working order, like, after he'd had things rearranged a bit to make space for Noel's unreasonably fat prick inside him. And on top of the little twinge in his arse, he could feel it, how full he was, how wet, something trickling out of him slowly and down towards his leg. A bit of Noel trickling out of him, thick and sticky.
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"What's it - - what's it feel like?" Noel asks, hand moving up Liam's side now, still under his shirt, stubby nails dragging across Liam's skin and making him feel shivery all over.
"Like you - - like the music's inside me," Liam mumbles into the pillow, rubbing his face there, biting down on his lip to stop himself from making a noise.
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Or, Liam gets hit with the hammer that makes you see colours when you listen to music, and the hammer that makes you want to get fucked by your older brother.
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When Liam wasn’t lashing out at Noel, she was walking around looking deeply forlorn, eyes big and sad and full of despair, as if it was the end of the world and she was being sent off to her death and not to what had always been their favourite place on Earth. Their granny’s cottage, their uncle’s farm. Ireland. Big blue skies and endless fields of green, air to breathe and a whole canopy of stars to lie beneath for hours and hours, the peaceful late-night silence interrupted only by the buzzing of crickets and the occasional distant mooing of cows.
Their precious summers away from Manchester, away from their da. Where Liam could run around and just be the carefree kid she was always meant to be, perpetually skinned knees and wild unbrushed hair sticking out in every direction, more a part of the untamed landscape, the vast outstretching universe, than anything so trivial as a kid trapped in a small council house where even the stars refused to shine.
__Or, the story of Liam (girliam) and Noel's last summer in Ireland before everything changes forever.
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Because he didn’t want to fight with Liam anymore. He was far too tired for all that now. Drunk and tired and needy and stupid.
And he didn’t want it to be over yet. Their nice summer of being nice to each other. It was too soon. They still had ages before they had to go home yet. It didn’t have to end yet.
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Or, Noel is in need. And Liam lets his big mouth and imagination run free.
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“Got ‘im inside me, ‘aven’t I,” Liam explained unhelpfully, when Noel finally actually dared to ask him about it.
“Maybe find a different way to say that, our kid,” Noel said, putting his hand on the back of Liam’s neck and shaking him a bit. “Because it sounds like you’ve been bummed by the spirit of John Lennon.”
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On hammers, John Lennon, and big-brother crushes.
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“I’ll do anything,” Liam said, voice going low and hoarse, pleading. Sounding very young, sounding like his baby brother, but also like something entirely new at the same time. “I’ll do what you say. I’ll be good.”
Another shiver through Noel’s body, a strange fluttering low in his belly.
Because what Liam was offering, whether he knew it or not, understood it or not, was ownership. And whether Liam knew it or not, understood it or not, that was everything Noel wanted. Down to the sickest depths of him.
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Or, the psychosexual incestuous origins of the band Oasis.