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Ian pulls the last drag from his cigarette and snuffs it out in the ashtray on the dashboard. Almost by instinct, he reaches for the pack again - chain smoking, never a good sign - but he stops himself.
"You know, we kinda are built for it." He glances at his brother out of the corner of his eye, not really sure why he's trying to continue this conversation.
Lip coughs, choking on the smoke of his own cigarette for a moment. "What do you mean?"
He shrugs and leans back in his seat. "The whole species has incentive to take dick. Girls have clits, we've got prostates."
"Girls got clits because they don't have penises. You're comparing apples with... I don't know, cucumbers, I guess." Blowing out a breath, Lip looks out of the window. "It's more like the prostate's the g-spot."
"Yeah, except one of those things actually exists," he snickers.
Lip rolls his eyes in return. "What, you're some sort of expert on girls? Oh wait no, you're gay."
"Right, so that makes me objective. My self-esteem doesn't hang on some girl faking it." Ian looks over at Lip now, barely subduing a smirk and a laugh. Poking the bear is always a good time.
Snorting, Lip throws the remains of his smoke out of the window. "Doesn't make you objective, just makes you inexperienced. With women, at least." Not that he has that much more practice but hey, not the point. "Do you like it? I mean, is it tight? Does it hurt?"
"Of course it's tight." Ian looks out his window now too. As much as he can talk about anything, something about this seems special and hard to face. "It doesn't hurt me any, but I'm never the one uh..." he trails off.
"Never?" Lip arches an eyebrow and stares at his brother. "Wow dude, that's not what I expected." Absently, he licks his lip. "Why? You hung and they all dig that?"
He audibly scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Not what you expected why, exactly?" Lip would get his answer when Ian got his.
"Aren't you a twink or whatever that's called?" The world feels strange on his tongue. "Like, I'd rather fuck you than get fucked by you."
With skin like his, it’s impossible for that blush not to show, even with his face turned away. "Yeah, I guess technically you could call me that. But if you did like getting fucked, you'd want someone like me to do it."
Now it’s his turn to tease. "What, someone who makes me feel safe with all his masculinity?" Lip snickers. "I don't know if I'd like it, maybe I would, I just wouldn't like it from you."
Ian rolls his eyes again, looking back at his brother now. "No, someone young and fit who can give it to you for as hard and long as you want it." He opens his mouth again to insist that Lip would like it from him, if he'd like it at all, but decides to shut up at the last possible second.
"So that's what Kash likes about you? Your teenage stamina?" Lip shakes his head and grins. "You didn't answer my question about your dick, by the way. You hung? I'm kinda curious if it runs in the family."
"Kash likes a lotta things about me." His smirk is downright cocky now. "And yeah, I guess." A shrug, fake modesty. "Bigger than Kash and I've still got a couple years."
"Sounds like Kash's just hella tiny," Lip says with a chuckle. "Come on, details. I know I'm a grower, not a shower, but I get up into the 8s."
"... You've measured? Jesus, and I thought I was gay." He grins.
"Not me. Karen did." Lip shrugs. "She's kinda obsessed with it, I guess that's her dad's fault." Leaning back he spreads his legs, giving his cock some more room at the memory. "Now stop avoiding the answer, chicken."
"I don't know, I don't fucking measure. Have you seriously never noticed for yourself? I know I've been on display at least a couple times. In the last month."
"Do I look like I usually give a rat's ass about your dick, man? Just because something's on display doesn't mean I stare at it." Once again, Lip rolls his eyes. "Get it out and get it hard, let's compare. I need to blow off some steam anyway or I'm going to deck Kevin the next time he's such a fucking ass about our damn toaster."
Okay, yeah, makes sense I'm the only one here who makes a habit of checking out my brother's dick. Ian stares blankly for a moment, then slowly narrows his eyes with skepticism. "You're... fucking serious about this, aren't you?"
"Problem?" Lip deadpans.
Either this is real or he's faking and never gonna let me hear the end of it... "Nope, no problem," he shrugs, eyebrows raised like he's ready to call Lip's bluff. There's no way this is actually happening. He reaches for his fly but hesitates.
But his brother is already there, doing the same thing without the hesitation. So what if he wants to know if he's attractive to a gay guy? So what if that guy's his brother? Doesn't mean he can't be objective. And damn, he really wants Ian to see that he's big. He's proud of his cock and he has every right to be.
He can't help the way his eyes are drawn to Lip's crotch like a fucking magnet, his hands working to get himself free without any conscious thought. Before he knows it, one hand is stroking over his slowly-growing length, and he tries to pry his eyes away from the sight beside him.
Lip on the other hand is still pretty relaxed, palming himself gently while he smirks at his brother. Yeah, that's the kind of look he wanted to see. "Guess you were right, don't look bad." He nods at Ian's growing cock. "Cute little twist."
Suddenly very aware of the way he's staring, and that Lip has definitely noticed by now, he finally manages to look away. His cheeks go a little rosy at the comment. "Thanks? What am I supposed to say to that?"
"Return the favour?" Lip smirks, very happy that he gets that blush from Ian so easily.
"You want me to...?" Of course you fucking do. "Okay, uh, yeah. It looks... like fun?"
"Fun?" Lip's grin drops ever so slightly. Huh, apparently Ian's not that impressed after all. "Thanks, that's something."
"What am I supposed to say here, Lip?" His hand is still working, and the fact alone that he's jerking off next to his brother is going a long way. "You look... intimidating." Closer to the truth, and probably more likely to satisfy too.
Oh that's so much better. Lip's eyes darken and he drops his voice, greedy as he is, fishing for more. Leaning in while he's still stroking his own cock, he whispers into Ian's ear. "Yeah? So you wouldn't want your first time bottoming to be with a guy like me?"
Ian shudders at the heat of Lip's breath and words, his own breath catching in his throat. His voice goes quiet. "No, no definitely not. I don't think I could take it."
Fuck, just that makes Lip a little bit harder, a little bit bigger. "No? That's too bad." He's playing a dangerous game but he's not really aware of it. "I bet it would feel really good though. I mean, I'm definitely reaching your sweet spot."
His jaw drops open and his hips start to buck into his hand. This is about way more than just getting hard now. "Yeah, sure, but first we'd need more lube than I even own to get it in. I don't think you quite get just how much I don't take anything."
"Yeah? But I was supposed to happy about your monster?" Lip grins and moves his free hand to wrap around Ian's girth. "Jeez, you're almost as thick as me. And you've still got a few years."
Ian quite audibly moan-whimpers as Lip takes hold of him, his own hand pulling away and white-knuckle gripping the seat like he needs it to stay grounded. He's completely speechless, just staring wide-eyed at his cock and trying desperately not to fuck his brother's hand.
Testing out what makes his brother tick, Lip starts moving his hand. "Feels different, more veins, less smooth." He brushes his thumb through the precum that's glistening at the slit. "Be honest, if you could take me, would you like it?"
He groans at the movement and is starting to pant now. Ian knows he has to answer, and he knows he should lie, but right now all higher functioning is being spent on not making a mess of his brother's hand. He had no idea he could come this quick.
"Probably," it's more shaky than it is solid. "Never seen you use it, so who knows. Maybe you suck," he tries to tease, anything to defuse how fucking wrong and good this situation is.
Of course, Lip can't let that slide. "Maybe I suck?" He growls into Ian's ear and leaves his own cock alone now, focusing fully on his brother. "What makes you think I'm any less good than you are, huh? Because I'm smart? Because I never got caught fucking my boss?" He speeds up his hand. "I'd fuck you through the fucking wall. Pound you real, as long and as hard as you need." There's even a hint of cruelty on his face and in his smirk now. "Bet you'd come from just that. Just your ass getting stuffed like that."
That growl sends a rush down his spine, and for the moment the world is entirely made up of Lip's hand and voice. The sadistic way his brother doles out shame plays at a kink Ian doesn't even know he has yet, and he can't help but imagine his brother giving it to him just like he says he would. Ian fucks upward, giving in completely to what's happening without care for the consequences, and that last comment - so vulgar and harsh and absolutely shameless - is more than he can possibly take.
"Fuck! Fuck! Shit!" Ian cries out, his body tensing, fingers and toes curling as his cock pulses, violently shooting its load.
Lip is a bit stunned at the intensity of his brother's climax but then he just chuckles, drinking in the desperate expression on Ian's face like their father drinks beer. Greedy and never wanting to stop.
His palm is covered in cum and he just moves it over, using the white slickness to help with his own orgasm, his hand creating obscene, wet noises as he does so. "Tell me. Come on, Ian, tell me how much you'd like it, how much you'd love it. I wanna hear you say it."
He exhales sharply at the loss of the hand, and feels his cock twitch again as Lip uses his cum to jerk off with. He still looks desperate, confused, needy as his brother issues the order, but complies with little hesitation.
"I- I want it, Lip. First time I thought about something while jerking off it was that monster." He licks his lips, considering something but pushing past it. "I mean, fuck, you think I'm that easy for anyone else? It's all you."
The smart - and usually much more active - part of Lip knows that Ian isn't talking about his cock alone. That there is so much more to his words and that they shouldn't go there. But he's so damn close...
"Yeah? So I made you shoot your load like a little virgin? Thinking about me fucking your virgin ass? Come on, Ian, gimme something to work with here."
Ian quirks an eyebrow as Lip seems to make apparent a kink of his own. "Something to work with? What, the virgin thing does it for you?" He shifts in his seat, half-facing his brother. "I've always gone off like a virgin when it comes to you, Lip. When I jerk off, when some guy blows me, even when I'm fucking, if it's taking too long I just turn 'em over and think about you, problem solved."
Jesus Christ that's wrong. On so many levels. But Ian is looking at him like no girl has ever before and his fist is slick with fucking jizz. From his brother.
"It's not the virgin thing," he grunts out. "It's being special, better and bigger than anybody else."
"So your whole fucking life is what gets you off?" Ian grins and decides to be bold, setting his hand on Lip's thigh and sliding it between his legs to rub his balls. "I'd be dead without you. Actually dead, and you fucking know it. No one is bigger or better than you."
In his opinion, the touch doesn't do much for him. But the words definitely do. With a shout, Lip comes hard, bucking into his own fist and adding to the mess there. "Jeez, talk about shinin' light up my ass. Thanks man."
Ian pulls his hand away, the reality of the situation quickly setting in. He clears his throat and goes kind of stiff, voice lowering awkwardly. "Y-yeah, whatever."
Grabbing a tissue from the door, Lip cleans himself up and then pats his brother's shoulder. "Good stuff. You gonna come in and have breakfast? Or not?"
"Ah, no, no, I'm good." He can't fathom how Lip is being so casual about this, he sure as fuck can't be. "I'll just catch up with you at school, okay?" He's already reaching for his cigarettes again.
"Sure, sounds good." Lip nods and slides out of the van, walking back inside the house with his hands in his pockets, whistling the French national anthem.