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Every now and then, Dave found himself in a certain state of mind. When he felt safe and cared for, when he didn't need to think for himself. When his older brother could do the thinking for him, and he could just melt into a place without complex thought, enjoy things at face value. In this state of mind, he embarrassingly tended to find himself enjoying little kids shows, in a way he usually would assume he couldn't anymore since he passed the age of 10. He was mortified once when his cool older brother had caught him watching one of these shows, but he hadn't seemed put off or upset, and let Dave keep watching.
For a few weeks after, he tried to not watch shows like that unless he was alone, even though he appreciated the deep sense of calm they provided him, the absence of mind. Perhaps he enjoyed the freedom of not having to think, and simply observing what was in front of him without trying to mentally dodge and weave through several layers of irony. Maybe Dave just liked the innocent sincerity. But Dave also appreciated the respect of his Bro, more than some shitty kids cartoons, so he had vowed to himself to keep it secret from then on.
One night with the lights out, under his covers and half asleep, Dave thinks he's alone. He has his shitty laptop open next to him, his face illuminated faintly by the light of one of his favorite shows playing quietly. Halfway through an episode, he distantly recognizes the sounds he's come to associate with Bro's flashstepping. Fabric shifts as Dave groggily tries to pause his show and close the tab, but he's barely got his finger on the trackpad before there's a large hand on his wrist and a heavy weight against his back. Even in his current state, it occurs to him that being practically spooned by his older brother in bed is a little weird, but his Bro is just.. like that sometimes. Dave doesn't question it anymore, he probably would just be told that it's fine. Maybe it is.
"You watchin' that kids show again?"
Dave just silently nods, it's not like he can deny it. Bro snorts in response.
"Y'know, I've got a different show I think yer gonna like more. Better'an whatever this garbage is."
Before Dave can do anything to protest, there's something being typed in his search bar. He faintly sighs and decides that whatever his Bro is gonna show him will probably be cool, so he relaxes, appreciating the comforting warmth behind him. He had always thought it must be uncomfortable to cuddle with someone as big and intimidating as his Bro, but the steady weight of the two big arms around him, and the solid chest behind him were quite comforting surprisingly. Dave hadn't realized his eyes were closed until he was being prodded at, and he had to open them.
"Here ya go. This show's my favorite, let's watch the first episode. Comfy?"
Dave nods, and looks blinkingly at the screen. My Little Pony? Wasn't that show for little girls? But.. if his Bro likes it, it's gotta be pretty cool. Dave doesn't think about it when Bro tugs him closer, and settles in. It feels nice to be spending time with him.
Dave watches the show, observing interactions between the characters. He knows he should feel embarrassed for giggling and smiling, but.. Bro seems not to mind. He even laughs too at some point. Dave notes that Rainbow Dash seems to be his favorite. He finds her a little annoying, but maybe he just doesn't get her like Bro does.
But as Dave gets into it, Bro's reactions are.. changing. He feels more tense, and Dave thinks his breathing might be more unsteady than he's ever heard it. Granted that's not saying a lot, Bro never seems to get out of breath, even when strifing in the Texas heat. No, it's just that.. the fact Dave can tell something is off with his brother at all is.. weird.
"Y'okay Bro?"
"Hmm? Watch th'show dude. Why're ya payin' attention t'me anyways, hmm?"
Dave shrugged. It was sort of a weird question to ask. Bro really was being weird, but Dave decided he couldn't do anything but ignore it and keep watching the show like Bro wanted him to.
It was halfway through the second episode when he finally felt it. Dave's eyes widened and he tensed up immediately. He may be watching kids shows cuddled up with his brother, but he wasn't a kid, and he knew what that was.
"Bro-"
"Shhh Davey yer ruinin' the moment. This part's good ain't it?"
Davey. Bro hadn't called him that since he was little. He should be put off, weirded out, anything. But the nickname made Dave feel.. warm. Like he could just pretend he was a kid again, keep watching the show with genuine interest. Dave knows he should.. should do something about what was happening, but.. everything felt so nice. He felt like he was a little kid, and he liked it. And well, a kid wouldn't even understand what Bro was doing. Why should Dave? Even Bro was acting like he was a kid. For just right now, why couldn't he be?
It was a little weird, but Dave slowly relaxed again, and he could have sworn Bro nearly moaned at his acceptance of the situation. Dave's stomach fluttered and churned at the knowledge of what he was doing, but.. he didn't have to think about that. If Bro was okay with it, then it's good, right? Dave focused back on the show. He had to admit, he was getting invested. The whole friendship thing was a bit cheesy, but it wasn't bad. Dave tried to ignore his own breathing becoming irregular as he pretended not to notice a hand lightly touching the more slim and soft parts of his body, pretended not to notice the heavy atmosphere.
His heart nearly stopped when he heard a zipper, and he yelped when a gloved hand gently lifted his thigh, only to set it back down, something warm and heavy now between Dave's legs. Dave realized that he had a choice to make. He could acknowledge the boundary his older brother just crossed, he could turn the show off and ruin everything and stand up for himself. He could stop this from happening and keep his innocence.
Or.. or he could stay in character. He could keep enjoying the time he's spending with his big brother, even if he was acting a little weird. He didn't want to start a fight, or make things awkward, right? That's not what a kid would do.
Dave took in a deep breath. He hoped he didn't mess this up.
"Bro..? What're you doin'? Wha's that? It feels.. um, sorta weird."
Bro groaned out loud, and Dave's breath hitched in response. Definitely the right choice.
"Don'tcha worry yer lil' head about that, Davey. Big brother knows what he's doin', yeah?"
Dave hummed at that, hoping it hid the noise he accidentally let slip. Bro patted Dave's hip, then jerked his chin, motioning towards the laptop screen.
"This episode's good. Jus' pay attention to that, yeah, Davey?"
Dave assented with a noise he desperately hoped didn't just sound like a moan. He put his attention back on the colorful show, trying to get lost in it again. He almost had, only distantly aware of the presence between his thighs, until it started to move a little. Dave made a small noise of protest, only to be quickly shushed again. Dave shifted uncomfortably, nearly freezing at the noise Bro made in response. He resorted to holding still, keeping his eyes on the show, trying his best to ignore what was happening.
But it was impossible to focus. The sensible part of his brain was freaking out. Bro was thigh-fucking him as he watched My Little Pony and Dave was letting it happen. Liking it, even? The other half of his brain, the half lost in the scenario, the half that's still just Davey, was drowning with equal parts anxiety and excitement, confusion and curiosity. Dave wanted to be good for his big brother, kept his eyes on the screen, watched what was happening even as the characters dialogue fell on deaf ears. Dave kept trying to make it seem like he was just innocently enjoying the cartoon his Bro is showing him. Kept trying to hide the gasps and trembling breaths as the thing between his thighs slowly shifted upwards until he was squirming, trying to avoid his own being discovered in the similar state it was in.
When Bro's dick finally rubbed against his own, Dave let out a little sob, gasping for air as the show is forgotten. He arched his back away from the overwhelming body behind him, trying to rid himself of the overstimulation, but his brother honest-to-god growled at him, and tugged him back in tightly, only moving faster and rougher. Every part of Dave hated the way he whimpered at the treatment.
"Nnnh, Bro.. feels good.. what- wh, what're you doi-ng-"
Dave shuddered as he was cut off by rough leather covering his mouth and the voice in his ear was tinged with desire and desperation.
"Shh, how many times do I gotta tell ya t'shut up? Don't trust me, Davey? Don't trust yer Bro knows what he's doin'?"
Dave just whined pathetically in response, unable to shake or nod his head with the iron grip on his jaw.
"If it feels so good, why'n't you stop whinin' n' let it happen? No need to be scared, lil' bro, m'not gonna hurt ya. Y'think I'd hurt ya?"
Dave just moaned, messily jerking his hips, trying to encourage Bro to give him more. He nearly kicked the laptop off at one point, so Bro grabbed his legs and pinned them down, holding him in place. Dave whined again, needing to move to relieve the tension in his gut, in all his muscles. Bro just held him tighter, and small tears of exertion pricked at the corners of Dave's eyes. He started to shake at his core, coming completely apart, unable to resist or fight back, unable to take any more, unable even to beg. He could feel kissing and little bites against his shoulder and neck, and he panicked, feeling himself building up to an orgasm.
Dave pushed at Bro's arm, trying to get his mouth free, needing to be touched, willing to say anything, humiliate himself to get it. Finally, Bro's hand leaves his face, and Dave gasps in air, trembling as the sudden surplus of oxygen only made him more sensitive. He couldn't get any words out at first, but finally, he managed.
"Plhheaase, Bro, needa be touched please please- Bro please-"
"Jesus fuck, beggin' already Davey?"
Bro slowed down, and Dave nearly cried, started grabbing onto anything he could, trying to keep going.
"Nhoo, no don't stop pleaase 'm sorry, please Bro, more, want more,"
Dave choked on his begging as he was flipped onto his stomach and he felt his underwear being pulled down. He panicked.
"Huh, nn-no, wait, can't- wait not there 'm sorry, I can't-"
"Shhh, be quiet. I'm not doin' that. Just need a better angle, 'n a better view while I'm at it. 'Sides, yer too young, can't take ya that way yet, right Davey?"
Dave shuddered. Right. He's just a kid right now. Bro wouldn't do that. Dave tried to calm his nerves, and he grabs a pillow for comfort in the new position. After a moment, he stutters out a response.
"Yeah.. um, right. Sorry.. um, then, please.. more?"
Dave gasped as his hips were yanked up in a way that made him feel exposed. His knees were pushed together, and he felt Bro's dick pushing between his thighs again. He let out a long, satisfied sigh as the speed was quickly back to what it was before. Eventually, Bro was getting rough again, and Dave couldn't keep his hips up under Bro's forceful movement. Bro had stopped lifting Dave back up, too into it to stop and readjust, and Dave's neglected dick was getting overstimulated by the fabric of his sheets.
Dave is panting when Bro leans forward to pay attention to Dave's neck and shoulders again, and despite the uncomfortable friction against his dick, the little moans and growls in his ear are causing his orgasm to build back up anyways. He tries to secretly slide his hand between himself and the bed, just- just to make it more comfortable! Yeah, he should have known that wouldn't work. Bro grabs his wrist and grips it tightly above his head. Dave whines and stutters out something about the pain. Or at least he thinks he does, but Bro doesn't respond, and he thinks maybe he just said gibberish.
All of a sudden, Bro is pulling away, and Dave nearly cries in distress, before he's being turned over and Bro's cum is covering Dave's stomach and aching dick. Dave looks up at Bro's face, and it's dark with lust. Dave shivers, and his muscles are already tensing before he realizes he's cumming too, back arching at the sudden shock, cracked moans filling the room, and Bro is just.. watching him jizz himself like a whore, practically untouched.
Dave comes down panting, reality crashing down on him. But before he can spiral and freak out, he's wrapped up in warm arms again. He makes a panicked, confused sound, but Bro just shushes him.
"C'mon, Davey, really. Jus' be quiet. This episode's good, see?"
Dave glances over at the screen. He shifts a little, but he gets comfortable (as comfortable as he can being half naked, covered in his own and his brothers spunk) and hesitantly continues watching, drifting comfortably back into the space that started all of this. Bro doesn't do anything else that night. In fact, he wondered if he had fallen asleep, breath even and quiet. Dave didn't know why, but he hoped he had.
Just in case, he keeps as still as he can, and eventually falls asleep himself.