25. Noah

Dad and I stare at each other in awkward silence over the third basket of breadsticks set between us. We"ve run through all the obligatory conversation about how the game went, and if I like my classes so far. Usually, I have some funny stories about whatever shenanigans Miah and I get up to, but I"ve barely hung out with him since we moved in. I"ve spent every moment of my time obsessing over Lane, at first out of animosity, and now out of… I don"t even know. Regular obsession? No, this probably isn"t normal. This is something different, something visceral, that I can"t shake. I thought getting closer to him would run it out of my system, but every time I so much as smell his clean scent, he sinks a little further into my psyche. Even when my dick isn"t involved, I feel part of myself attached to him like some sort of leech. A part of myself that I don"t think I knew existed.

My dad keeps checking his phone, and when he"s not looking, I check mine, although I"m not sure why. Would Lane even text me if something was wrong? At least I know he"s with Hannah.

"Do you think they"re going to be okay?" I ask, finally breaking the silence. I can"t stand it.I have to talk about it, I need to talk about it.

Dad gives me a calculating look, before his features smooth over and he nods understandingly. "You watched it."

I nod, not able to form the right words to explain my feelings about what I saw.

"It was worse than we thought," he says. "I keep thinking that it can"t get worse, and then more information comes to light and I"m left speechless and sick over what all those people suffered. That basement..."

"I think Lane might have been down there," I blurt. "As a patient, I mean. A victim."

Dad curses under his breath. "What would make you think that?"

I let out a breath, considering how I can talk about Lane without revealing any of his secrets—or mine.

"He has nightmares. Bad ones. Like someone"s hurting him. Like one of the guys they interviewed, and the kid that died. I think… I think Lane might have known that kid, too. He mentioned a Chris, and..."

"The last name," he agrees. "I asked Hannah about it and she said Lane never explained why he chose the name. He was just adamant that he didn"t want to be Isaiah Warren anymore."

"I wouldn"t either," I mutter.

"Other than the nightmares, do you think he"s faring okay?"

"He seems to be keeping up with his classes, but it"s only just over a month in, so it"s too soon to say. He doesn"t really go out or do anything. I got him to watch a movie once, but he mostly avoids me."

"You didn"t make him watch The Exorcist or some kind of horror flick, did you?"

"No..." My voice trails off. I didn"t make him watch anything, and it wasn"t actually horror or anything that bad.

"Noah..."

"It was The Rocky Horror Picture Show. But I think he liked it."

"I doubt that," Dad says with a laugh. "What about therapy? Do you know if he"s been keeping up with it?"

I shake my head. "Sorry. I don"t know."

"It"s okay. Honestly, I shouldn"t put all of this on you. You"re not your brother"s keeper."

Calling him my brother makes me cringe a little. "I don"t mind. It"s not like we could have ever guessed it would get this bad. And he needs someone. He needs me."

Dad looks at me strangely. I hadn"t really considered my words. Would that be an odd thing to say about your brother, that you"re definitely not constantly horny over?

My mouth opens and closes, eyes darting around to think of something clever to say to throw him off, but I know my behavior is just making it worse. I don"t know what to say or do, and I feel like he can read my mind and knows all the dirty things I"ve done to Lane, or thought about doing. Hannah and Lane show up moments later, saving me from my ridiculous behavior.

Or not.

I stand too quickly, hitting the table and nearly knocking over all the glasses. Everyone turns to look at me, but I"m too busy looking at Lane. His eyes are red rimmed and bloodshot, and his skin looks paler than usual. It highlights the dark circles that he almost always has, but have been worse lately. He"s obviously been crying, or trying not to cry, if I know Lane at all. But there"s something different about him that I can"t figure out. He looks lighter somehow. I hope that means the conversation with Hannah went okay.

Dad clears his throat. Lane scowls at me, looking me up and down like there"s something wrong with me.

Fuck.I"m just standing here, staring. I haven"t said anything. How long have I been staring at him like a goddamn idiot?

My wild eyes swing to Hannah, who has also obviously been crying. Her hair is mussed and sweaty, her eyes are swollen and puffy, and her little upturned nose is red.

"Are you alright?" I ask, stepping forward to hug her, hoping it looks like that"s what I was standing for all along.

"I"m fine," she says to me, then looks at my dad and repeats herself. "I"m just going to freshen up a bit. I"ll be back in just a minute."

Lane and my dad take their seats and catch up, while I sit here and contemplate all of my life choices for the past four years. When did I go from being the guy that Lane followed around with wide eyes, to nearly knocking over a dinner table to stare at him? Hannah rejoins us, and we finally put in an order, which I"m sure the poor server is thankful for. Hannah apologizes profusely to him and promises we"ll make up for it. He"s really cool about it, although who could possibly be mean to Hannah? She's pretty much the nicest person alive.

Dinner is fine, although I can"t keep my eyes off Lane. He"s laughing at my dad"s stupid jokes, and talking about his classes as if nothing out of the ordinary has been going on. But it doesn"t feel like his usual avoidance. It almost feels like he"s actually able to put everything out of his mind for once, and just enjoy the moment.

I can"t stop staring at him. Dad and Hannah keep giving me odd looks. When Lane gets up to use the restroom before dessert, they both turn and ask me if I"m okay. Well, Hannah asks me if I"m okay. Dad asks what the hell has gotten into me.

"I'm worried. Is he okay?" I ask Hannah.

Her face falls into an expression that most people reserve for kittens and tiny piglets. "You are such a sweet boy, Noah. I hope you know how much I love you."

Well, shit, now I"m going to start crying. If only she knew all the sweet thoughts I had about her son"s dick. And mouth. And ass.

I manage to keep myself together through the rest of dinner. We say our goodbyes, and Lane drives us to the apartment. We're trapped inside the car together, unable to avoid whatever this is between us. There"s tension rolling off him in waves, but not the kind that I"m used to from him. Maybe I"m delirious, or just ridiculously horny, but there is sex in the air and with every breath, I"m getting dizzier with lust. My eyes surreptitiously drop to his lap, and I see it. I mean, of course I see it. It"s fucking massive. I can barely get it more than halfway in my mouth. There's no hiding that it's hard, pressing against the inside of those stupid church-boy pleated khaki pants that make me want to hump his leg.

My hand is resting on the edge of the center console. Sucking in a small breath, I hold it, and move my hand slowly closer to his side. He takes his eyes off the road for a fraction of a second to look over and see what I"m doing, but he doesn"t react or say anything. His pulse is throbbing though, I can see it on his neck, and I?—

"Mmfff."

The startled sound that comes out of him when I lick his neck, pressing my tongue to that beating vein, has a wet spot growing in the front of my jeans. I inhale his clean scent and keep my face pressed to his neck, watching out of the corner of my eyes as he grips the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white.

"Why do you smell so fucking good?" I mumble against him as my hand slides onto his thigh. He inhales sharply as my palm runs up the length of his erection. I groan in his neck. "Please tell me this is for me, little brother."

"Noah—"

"Park in the back corner, near the trees," I instruct him, ignoring whatever else he was about to say. It"s grown dark enough that no one is likely to see inside the windows, and the streetlights don"t reach this corner of the parking lot. He obeys, like the submissive little slut he is. Fuck, it does things to me. I want to climb in his lap and ride him like a bull. While he maneuvers the car, I quickly adjust myself so I can move around.

The moment he parks, I"m already out of my seatbelt and reaching over him. My mouth passes close enough to his that I can feel his breath against my lips, but he pulls his face back. Smirking as if I don"t desperately want to kiss him, I grab the lever to drop the seat back a little. Lane makes a little "oh!" of surprise that makes me chuckle, and then I"m wasting zero time unfastening his belt and pulling the zipper down.

"Uh-um..."

Keeping my hands exactly where they are, I freeze and turn my head to look at Lane. His eyes are closed, his brows pulled in, like he might be actually unsure about this.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask.

Lane bites his lip, and fuck, it"s not fair. I"m so distracted by it that I don"t have any concept of how long it takes him to answer.

"N-no."

My eyes jerk back up to his, and I pin him with a glare. "Say it, then."

"I don"t want you to stop."

"What do you want me to do?"

His eyes are almost pleading with me. "Noah?—"

"Tell me you want me to suck your cock."

He chokes, "W-what?"

"You heard me. I want to hear you say the words," I say, leaning into him. The closer my face gets to his, the wider his eyes get with panic. My jaw touches his, just barely skimming the stubble of my cheek against his smooth-shaven skin, and my mouth touches his ear. "I want to hear that pretty church boy mouth say all the dirty, nasty, naughty things you want me to do to you."

His voice is barely more than a whisper, the low tenor of his voice sending chills up and down my spine. "And wh-what if I want to do those things t-to you?"

Fuck.

A pained groan escapes me. "Don"t fucking tease me Lane, unless you want me to whip it out and fuck you in the face right here, right now."

His face transforms, fluctuating through an array of colors from pink to deep purple, eyes wide, pupils blown. He opens his mouth to say something, but gapes silently. I think he might have stopped breathing.

Oh holy fuck."You want that?" I think I"m in shock. There's no possible way that?—

He closes his mouth, and his gaze drops to my crotch. I"m in an awkward position, one knee in my seat, the other pressing painfully into the center console. Neither of us is small enough to be fucking around in a car like this.

Lane"s shoulder shifts, and his hand touches the inside of the knee closest to him. I keep my eyes firmly locked on his as it trails, ever so slowly, upwards, until he"s cupping my balls and the bottom of the erection I had to pull up against my stomach. His hand squeezes as he runs his palm up, up, up until his fingers are dipping beneath the waistband and skimming the wet head of my cock.

He pulls his hand back, staring at his fingers. Not able to stand it anymore, I take hold of his hand and guide him to put his fingers in his mouth. He makes a little moaning sound.

"Want some more?" I ask, my whispers and our body heat fogging up the windows already.

Eyes on mine, he nods, biting his bottom lip. He has that shark look again, and I know he"s all mine right now. He"s zeroed in on me, and we"re the only two people in the world. Nothing is going to pull him away from this frenzy.

I pull his lip away from his teeth with my thumb, rubbing against it and pushing into his wet mouth.

"Are you going to give me this pretty mouth, Lane?"

His mouth closes around my thumb when he swallows. Then, with my thumb trapped, he swirls his tongue around it and sucks gently.

"Fuck, Lane," I whisper, and use my free hand to undo the fly on my jeans. Lane helps me tug my jeans and boxers down around my ass, while I wrap my hand around myself and stroke.

Lane leans towards me, and I angle my cock to his mouth. He gingerly wraps his mouth around just the tip, flicking his tongue slowly, tasting me. He grunts, trying to sit up to take more of me, but he"s too fucking big and the front seat is too fucking small.

"Fuck this. Get in the back," I say, and push myself between the seats to get in the back.

Lane figures out that he"s better off using the doors, and I move all the seats to make the most room possible. I all but pull him on top of me, ravaging his neck and jaw so I"m not tempted to try and kiss him. As I do, I pull his shirt off and unbutton his pants, pulling his cock free and stroking him. Then I push him back so I"m crawling over him, kissing down his chest and abs before taking his cock in my mouth.

"I thought I was—Nnggghhh." He bucks his hips into my mouth as I go to town on him with my mouth and hand. "Jesus, Noah!"

Popping off his dick, I look up at him and lick my lips while still pumping his cock with my fist. "I"ll show you how it"s done," I tell him.

My mouth returns to his cock, bobbing up and down on it enthusiastically and then throating it until I gag. The first time I do, he"s done for. A grunt is the only warning I get before he"s shooting down my throat, and I swallow every drop, licking and slurping until he"s clean.

Looking back up at him, I run my tongue over my bottom lip. "Mmm, so good." His mouth drops open again, and I smile. "You"re going to have to open up a little wider than that, baby," I tease, moving in to lick his bottom lip. Just a little. I can"t stop myself, he"s so sweet. I want to lick him everywhere. And I do mean everywhere.

Before he can admonish me, I lick my way up to his earlobe. "You don"t have to, you know," I whisper, as if there"s anyone else around to hear me. But I want to give him an out without making it a big deal.

Do I want him to suck my cock? Fuck yes. Do I want him to hate me after? Only if it"s going to make him want to suck my cock some more.

"I want to," he says, his voice sounding raspy.

I pull back to look him in the eye, nodding lightly before wrapping my hand around the back of his head. He follows me as I sit with my back to the door while he hovers over me. I guide his head down and use my other hand to hold my cock in front of his face before rubbing the head of it over his lips. His tongue darts out, tentatively tasting the pre-cum dripping from the tip. His warm, wet tongue tickles over my flesh, sending tingles of pleasure over my skin.

"Open up for me," I tell him, and when he does, I slowly feed my cock into his mouth inch by inch. Just the visual of his lips stretched around my cock is enough to fuel my dirty dreams for a lifetime, but then he turns his eyes up to me and I have to squeeze around the base of my cock, hard, to keep from blowing my load too soon.

"Fuck, you look so sexy with your mouth stretched around my fat cock." Lane closes his eyes and hums. I"m pretty sure this is a hallucination because nothing should ever feel this good.

I"m not as long, so he has an easier time taking me farther back for the first time. We figure out pretty quickly that Lane has almost no gag reflex. He can take me all the way to the hilt, until his nose is buried in my pubic hair. I've never had anyone do that.

It"s really not fair how good this feels. He"s slow, but thorough, feeling all over with his tongue and lips, testing, exploring. And when he takes me all the way to the back, I can feel his throat fluttering and tightening when he swallows.

"Oh, fuck, Lane."

Apparently, my stepbrother isn"t just a tad on the submissive side, he also has a praise kink. The more I talk to him, tell him how good his mouth feels, how fucking hot he looks slobbering all over my cock, the more confident he gets. Before I know it, my hands are gripping the seat on either side of me while I try to remain completely still, and he"s going at me like a pro.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."

I keep chanting those words, nothing else intelligible is possible, and I"m at the edge of my control. But then Lane pulls his mouth off me. "It"s okay," he says. "Do it."

Do what? He can"t be talking about… Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…

My fingers comb through Lane"s short hair, and then I place my hands on either side of his face. Lane relaxes, and I both feel and see him give up control. I hesitate, but his eyes lock on mine, challenging me, encouraging me. I thrust my hips up gently, testing him. He nods, eyes on me and his mouth stretched around my cock, and I give him more.

"Tap twice on my leg if it"s too much." My thrusts increase, each one harder and faster than the last. He takes all of me. "Jesus, Lane, you were fucking made for this."

I"m panting like I"ve run a marathon, moaning and grunting. Words tumble out of my mouth at random.

"Fuck, Lane. Your mouth. So fucking good."

Lane whimpers and his hand balls in my shirt. My breath catches in my throat.

"You like this," I mutter, mostly to myself. This doesn"t feel real. "You like sucking my cock, little brother?" I swear his eyes roll back in his head, and he doubles his efforts, hollowing out his cheeks and pulling the climax from the base of my spine.

I can"t hold back anymore. "Oh, shit—Lane..." He keeps going. "Lane, if you don"t want me to cum in your mouth, tap out now, because… Fuck, Lane, I"m gonna… Shit… I"m coming!"

My vision nearly blacks out with the force of my orgasm. Fingers gripping Lane"s hair, my hips buck up as I push him down on my pulsing cock. I can feel his throat tightening around me, swallowing my cum as it shoots out of me. From my body to his.

He gags once when it first hits his throat, and coughs, cum spraying all over my lap. He sucks air in through his nose and swallows again.

When I finally float back down to earth, I"m still holding his head down. I raise my hands in the air, afraid I"ve gone too far.

"Shit, Lane, I"m sorry! Are you okay? I didn"t mean to be so rough?—-"

I'm cut off by the sight of Lane"s mouth lifting off my cock with a mess of drool, snot, and cum all over his face. His pretty mouth is coated in it, and my cock twitches as I imagine sucking it off his swollen lips.

"I"m okay," he says, catching his breath. His tongue darts out, and he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth the way I wanted to.