Chapter 8

8

Colin

S o…is it a Step Don't to get hard in the library while maybe kinda flirting with your stepbro and talking about watching him jerk off? I adjust my dick, hoping Ash and anyone else walking by don't notice the tent in my track pants. This is…different. Ash and I talk about shit all the time, we tease and play around, though not how we did today. It's never given me such a raging boner before—something that would likely be a Step Don't for others, but somehow, it's not off-limits for me and Ash.

The frat house is within walking distance from the library. Ash's legs are moving much faster than they usually do, and while I'm in a hurry too, I'm lingering behind, following him like a puppy.

Why is it that I've seen Ash naked a million times, but this one has my pulse speeding up in a whole new way? Has my thoughts spinning so quickly that I can't settle on one other than yes and maybe, I can't fucking wait .

This is about Ash, I tell myself. It's about understanding this thing he enjoys but is unsure of. It's about supporting him because we always do that, and about seeing him happy, but like, when does seeing someone happy get another person's dick hard? Do I have a happiness kink I didn't know about? Is that even a thing?

"You're being quiet." Ash turns around, walking backward.

"Just thinking." About seeing you jerk off. About my boner…about seeing yours spurt a big-ass load that definitely had me curious last time.

"Are you sure you're—"

"Yes."

Ash's gaze darts to my hard-on.

"See? Very okay. Come on." I grab his hand, and now it's me leading Ash, tugging him along toward the house like if we go too slow, he might change his mind.

Ash laughs. "In a hurry, are you?"

"Just being a good big brother."

"You're the best brother."

Totally not going to argue, though considering the situation we're about to head into, calling each other brothers might not be the best idea.

We turn down Sugar Maple Street, our house the second one down. We're lucky that the area is full of students from Peach State, who have a partying agreement and don't ever complain about each other. It can get loud here on the weekends.

I say a silent thank-you after unlocking the door to a quiet house. Everyone should be at school or work. Hell, I should be at school right now too. How the fuck did I forget I had a class? I swear I have Ash-brain. When it comes to him, nothing matters as much as Ash.

I take the stairs two at a time. "We should do this before anyone gets back."

Luckily, my dick has deflated on the walk over, so I don't have to explain that to any of the guys.

We head straight to his room. I close and lock the door behind us, in case anyone comes home. "Here." I start taking his backpack off him.

"You don't have to take that off. I'm not helpless."

"I know." My cheeks heat, and I'm not sure why. "I just like to do things for you."

"I like to do things for you too." Ash gives me a grin, and oh, ugh. Why oh why does Ash have such pretty lips? Not that it matters to me.

We each take our own packs off, then stand there looking at each other like a couple of idiots.

I open my mouth, close it, and we burst into laughter, the two sounds dancing together.

"Why are we being weird? You've seen me naked. This is nothing new." Ash pulls off his shirt. He works hard on his body, and it shows. While he's not as thick as I am, his muscles are hard and compact. He's lean, every groove of his abs distinct.

I pull my shirt off too.

"Wait. Why are you getting naked?"

I freeze. Oh fuck. Why am I getting naked? No fucking clue. Think, think, think.

"I…wanted to take off my shirt?" I say ridiculously. Ash squints in that cute way he does sometimes, but then just chuckles without calling me on my dopiness. "Where do you usually do this? And get those pants off." I toss my tee to the floor and make it a point to keep my fucking pants on.

"In the desk chair."

I nod and go to his backpack to pull his laptop out. I hear noises behind me, and a quiet voice in my head is saying, Ash is getting naked, Ash is getting naked, Ash is getting naked. Of course he's getting naked. How else is he going to jerk off on camera? What is wrong with me?

I turn around with the laptop, and yep, he's naked. I'm thicker than Ash, but he's longer. He's half hard, his balls plump with the big loads I remember him making. "Wow, don't even have to get worked up much, do you?" I tease.

"I'm naked in front of a hot guy and about to jerk off on camera. Just thinking about those things gets my balls full."

I frown. "You think I'm hot? I mean…I am hot. I just didn't know you thought that."

"Anyone who can see you knows you're hot, Col."

I nod in a way that feels a little dumb, then blurt out, "I'll be right back," and leave the room before Ash can say anything. I don't go far, just to my room, rolling my computer chair across the carpet until I get back to him. "I figure I can sit off camera, but I want to angle it so I can see you, but also what people are saying. I think that'll help me get it."

Ash cocks a brow.

"What?"

"You're taking this seriously."

"When do I not take important things seriously?"

"Good point."

Ash grabs the lube while we get everything set up. He turns on the camera, and we find a spot where my chair won't be on-screen but I'm close enough to get the full picture about everything.

Ash sits down so his torso is all that's showing.

"You can't see your cock," I tell him.

"I know. I'll show it." Ash chuckles. "I usually start this with my pants on. You seemed eager for me to get them off, so I went with it."

"I wasn't eager."

"I seem to remember a very pointed get those pants off ."

Why does he have to remember everything I say? " Again, just trying to be helpful."

"I can't believe we're doing this."

I don't reply because really, I'm not even sure how to.

Ash logs in to his account—fratwiz20. It's such an Ash name.

He plucks at his nipples the way I do to myself, while watching the online room, waiting for people to show up. My gaze darts back and forth between him and the screen, and I see the changes in him—how his teeth dig into his bottom lip as he waits, the way his eyes won't meet mine, staring at the computer, his thoughts on display for me in a way I don't think they would be for anyone else.

Holy shit. Ash is afraid no one will show up.

My fingers twitch to reach for him. I try to find the words to tell him he's fucking hot, and people will show up, and fuck them if they don't, but then the first name pops onto the screen, quickly followed by another and another.

BiGuyFker: fuk yea. Ur back.

UzeMyHole33: Cant wait to see you shooooot.

CockChaser86: would do anything to taste your load.

Okay, come on strong much? Simmer down there, guys. It's on the tip of my tongue to tell them that's my brother they're talking about, but then my gaze snags on Ash, on the sparkle of gold in his intense gaze. His teeth no longer biting into his lip, his skin flushed with desire as the compliments roll in.

He likes this. He fucking loves it.

Why does that knowledge make my dick twitch? And maybe even makes me tingly in a way that's more than just being turned on?

UzeMyHole33: show us ur dick.

Ash's smile grows. His hands run down his muscular chest, to his dick that's already hard as fucking stone, then back up again to his chest, clearly playing with the viewers.

BiGuyFker: Dont tease us.

CockChaser86: want to see you jerk it.

cumGuzzzl3r: Ur here to get us off not tease us.

Again, I want to tell that motherfucker to fuck off too, but I'm not here to worry about him. I'm here for Ash…whose cheeks pinken more as they continue to pay him attention and talk at him like he's just there for them to use.

He stands up, a bead of precum at his tip, the sight of it making my cock throb. He plays with his balls, keeps teasing them, and I hear the sound of tokens coming through, but I can't pay any attention to them anymore. Ash has me in a trance, flicking his nips with one hand and massaging his nuts with the other.

He pumps lube into his hand, wraps it around his cock, and for the first time, his gaze flicks to me as he strokes. I swear I fucking see the pulse throb in his neck, see him light up with how much this does it for him. I can't deny that it's doing something to me too, the tornado in my head gaining strength. If I pushed my hand down my pants, it would probably take one stroke for me to bust a nut, because seeing Ash enjoy something this much, seeing how it makes him fucking glow and fills him up in this way I've never seen, is sexier than I expected. But more than that, it makes me feel good. Seeing Ash happy has always made me feel good, but now it's entwined with this unfamiliar desire that's confusing the fuck out of me.

His gaze flicks back to the computer, and mine does too.

CockChaser86: want to bury my face in ur balls.

cumGuzzzl3r: Hope ur load is even bigger than last time.

Ash jerks himself harder, faster. The muscles in his chest and arm tighten when he does. I press my palm to my dick, massaging it through my track pants, needing release something fierce.

When Ash glances my way again, pupils wide, mouth parted slightly, and looking like he feels like he could fly, I can't stop myself from pushing my hand beneath my waistband, my underwear too. I'm slick with precum, body pulsing with the need to come.

Ash nods at me, which is all the confirmation I need. I shove my pants down, pull myself out, spit in my hand, and jerk off with him. Why does seeing him like this go to my head? Does things for me nothing ever has? All I know is I've always been Ash's person. I make him smile like no one else does, make him laugh, make him feel good, and while I don't begrudge him getting it from this site…I want to make him feel this good too.

His body tightens, and I know he's close, know he's going to give all these people the load they're looking for, and I can't help wondering how it will compare to the one I've seen him shoot. My thighs begin to shake, my vision blurs slightly as my balls draw up, and as embarrassing as it is to come this early, I can't stop myself from falling over the edge.

I shoot stripes of cum up my chest, empty my balls in front of him for the first time in years. Slick cum slides down my cock as I keep stroking myself through it, spurt again as I begin to come back to earth.

Ash groans. I lean forward…close…making sure I'm not on camera but needing to see. He looks at me, at the screen, then back to me. They're telling him how hot he is and how much that turns them on, but for whatever reason, Ash glances at me too.

His balls draw up, arm muscles taut when the first pulse of his cum jets out of him, hitting his chest and stomach. His cock jerks again and again, cum all over his hand and cock, running down his stomach in what is definitely an impressive fucking load.

BiGuyFker: Fck yes.

CockChaser86: So hot.

cumGuzzzl3r: eat it .

Ash grins and uses his other hand to end the feed. The second it's turned off, he looks away, his spine not as straight as it was before. He grabs his shirt and begins wiping himself off. "That wasn't in the plan."

He's trying to sound light, but I know him too well for that. He's unsure what I think. Getting off is one thing, but that doesn't mean I understand him. Ash needs that as much as I do.

"You're beautiful when you do that."

His head snaps my way. "What?"

"I don't know why I said it like that. I meant, it clearly turns you on. It does something for you up here." I almost tap my temple but then remember I have jizz on my fingers. Ash chuckles as I bend down and pick up my shirt. "I like seeing you that way."

"You like seeing me jerk off?"

"I like seeing how it makes you feel." Which I strangely get off on. I've always known I like seeing Ash happy, but it's never gotten me off before. Huh. Interesting. "I wouldn't mind doing it again."

"You wouldn't?"

I shake my head.

"So we're…good?" Ash asks, a quiet vulnerability to his voice that he only shows me.

I stand and pull him into a hug. "We're always good."

"We're also naked and covered in cum."

Shit. Yeah. He's right. I guess I shouldn't naked-hug my cummy stepbrother. "Clean up and go out to dinner?" I suggest, wanting to find a way to get back to normal—for Ash and for me. My thoughts have been doing some weird things today, and I want to show him everything is okay.

Ash grins. "Your treat."

"Or you could use some of that jerk-off money."

I pull my pants on, even though I'm still a mess.

"Fine. My treat," he replies playfully.

It's not until I get into the shower that I realize I'm still smiling.