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Chris’s POV 

The tattoos covering the skin of that arm, the glint of those silver rings, the touch of the hand who wears them always slamming that car door so angrily… and then those locks of hair, who fall in a perfectly parted haircut. 

Quiet footsteps, but a loud gaze. Eyes of a shade of blue I see in the mirror everyday, yet is far different than mine. 

These are someone’s traits that anyone in my life would recognize. Traits I can’t stop looking at for the life of mine. Traits who belong to only one person. Matt Sturniolo. 

His pokerface, his attitude, his mere presence… and the way I’m obsessed with all of it. Gah.

There are a million things about him that drive me absolutely insane. The most obvious one, is that he's my fucking brother. And like every other brother in the world, he has to get on my nerves.

“Chris, I fucking told you I don’t want you to fake laugh in my face like that. You’re so annoying,” Matt complains, like he hasn’t done it in the past fifteen minutes without even taking a single pause. 

We’re both standing in the middle of the living room, fighting like we’re teenagers again. Some things never change, but part of me is glad about it. The other part is still mad as hell. 

“You think you're so much better than me, don't you?” I start, pointing at him during the accusation. “You think you're so tough, you think being mature means not having fun ever, and you can’t stand the stupidest shit just like an old man. Is that the kind of mature you wanna be, Matt?” I continue, while he looks at me unfazed. 

I keep going with my rant, “Have you ever not made a mistake in your fucking life or what? Cause why can’t I burp in my own house? Why can’t I be as loud as I want to be? And why are you…” my words trail off. “...looking at me that way?” I hesitantly ask. 

I swallow as the smug expression printed on his face stares at me. 

“What way?” he asks me back, nonchalantly. His typical resting position almost makes fun of me. Crossed arms, chin up, eyes down to my lips. 

“Like that. You were just...” I can’t elaborate, it’s like he knows how to put me in my place. 

“Keep talking, Chris. Finish your complaints.” he says calmly, I shake my head.

“No.” I respond. I try to keep my tone as dry as possible, opposed to the wet thoughts I’m having right now. I lock my tongue on the roof of my mouth. 

“Why not?” he simply questions. I drift my gaze away. “Because you're acting weird. So whatever. Just don't piss me off again.” I ramble. 

He scoffs, “You pissed me off first, but okay.” 

I watch him sit down on the white couch like nothing ever happened, like he didn’t just show me that pleased face during our argument. Almost as if he liked what he was seeing. 

I sit on the other side, distant enough from him. “I don't get you at all.” I comment, vainly. 

“I know you don't. There's no need to, anyway.” he replies, and his tone makes me rolls my eyes up to the ceiling. 

“Here we go again.” I initiate, “You're so edgy, Matt. You're great at being a quiet emo kid with anger issues.” I instigate. 

“And you're great at being a happy idiot all the time. Just so we’re even.” he tells me, shrugging. 

“At least I'm happy.” I underline, but it comes off a little too acidly. “Ouch.” he says. 

“Nah I didn't actually mean it. I’m sorry.” I quickly apologize with a smile.

“I know, idiot.” he contains a chuckle of compassion, “And it’s not like I'm an unhappy person. I'm just... I'm different from you, Chris. That's all. We don’t have the same opinions. Is that so hard to deal with?” he asks me, genuinely. 

I relax my back on the couch, turning my head toward his direction. “I mean, sometimes. But that’s just cause there’s only one big difference between the two of us.” 

He listens to me attentively as I go on, “We almost look identical, it's normal if our personalities are complete opposites. Hah, and you know what they say. Opposites attract.” I end with a smirk. 

Matt raises both his eyebrows, faking being amused to come off as charismatic. “You think?” he replies with his short but effective words, who definitely have some  impact on me. His voice gives me goosebumps, and makes something tingle inside my stomach. 

“Yeah, that’s like the most popular fact ever. Opposites complete each other, it’s like two pieces of a puzzle.” I respond casually. 

“And you think that applies to us?” he asks, putting me in a dangerous position. I try to keep having this conversation whilst internally going insane. 

“I mean... if we're ignoring the romantic and deep meaning behind that, then sure.” I say in a nervous chuckle. 

“So we're not at that stage yet… Got it.” he flirts, making my heart sting for an instant. I can’t be this down bad for my own brother, can I? 

“You freak me out.” I comment, giving him a weirded out look that I hope he won’t translate. 

“Ogh come on, just cause I flirt back every now and again?” he throws his lines on me with that same provocative tone. I can’t focus anymore. 

“Stop saying ‘now and again’. It’s every now and then.” I correct, “And I’m not used to you flirting because I’m the one doing all the work, usually.” 

He nods slowly, “Mkay… I should do it more often, then. Is that what you're saying?”

“Don't put words in my mouth.” I warn, now that the playful banter has began. 

“I'll put something else in there, don't worry.” he adds, leaving my jaw to drop.

“Jesus Christ, Matt. What the hell happened to you today?” I reply in a giggle. 

He joins my laugh, breaking character. “Alright, fine. I just wanted to try out what you do. Never thought being on the other side would feel like this. I see why it satisfies you so much to tease me.” he explains, making me gain all my confidence back in one second. 

“Yeah? Well… it would satisfy me more to tease you in a different way, if you know what I mean.” I reply, exaggerating the flirting. 

His smile blinds me, “That's what we're doing now? Is this a challenge?” 

“I don’t know. Depends what you mean by challenge.” I don’t hide my curiosity, letting him take action to elaborate.

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“Ugh, I don’t know, Matt. Give me an example, at least. That’s too vague.” I whine out, mostly to postpone the answer to that invasive question. But I guess I can’t rely on boundaries right now. Nothing about this is considered socially acceptable. 

“Hm, okay. I'm talking leashes and orders here. Do any of those do something to you like the name puppy?” he settles the topic. I frown at him, ignoring that word. 

“This is getting oddly specific.” I point out, and he stares at me, still waiting for my answer. I calmly sigh at the sight of his demanding face, “I mean... I don't like people giving me orders. But in that area... I guess... it would be fine.” I admit. 

He smirks, “Leash included?” he keeps teasing.  

I give him a pissed look, “You officially lost the privilege of asking me questions.” 

“What a nightmare,” he responds sarcastically, but won’t change the subject. “I’m still kinda shocked by all of this. Might need a few days to recover.” he insists. 

Tired of him, I scoff. “You're acting like you don't have a crazy weird kink yourself...”

His expression shifts in a skeptical one, “Cause I don't have any.” he tells me.

I chuckle, “Yeah, whatever you say.” 

“Hey, I'm serious. I'm into classic, old fashioned stuff.” he justifies himself, while I’m over here, knowing it’s my turn to make him lose it.

“Sure Matt. But your saved fanfictions wouldn’t agree with you.” I blurt out, watching his face getting pale. 

“Dude.” he calls. “What?” I ask, confidently. 

“How the fuck do you even know about my saved fics?” he interrogates me, angry. 

I shrug, “Well… I may or may not have logged in your account by accident, once. And I guess I got a little curious.” 

I listen to the sound of his throat gulping, “…How many of those did you read?” 

”None, I just read the titles. I'm too lazy to snoop in your things and put effort into it.” I lie through my lips, and he relaxes his shoulders. 

“OK, so you don’t really know what turns me on. Thank fucking God.” he states proudly, thinking he won. Here’s where I show him otherwise. 

“Please… I’m sooo helpless…” I initiate, reciting the things I read. 

He looks at me, concerned. “What are you doing?” 

“Oh, I’m sooo desperate for you Matt. God, please.” I continue, and he shoves my arm and I end up laughing at him. 

“Shut the fuck up, I can’t believe you actually read my saved fanfictions.” he insults me. 

I bite my tongue in a teasing smile, “And I can’t believe you're into begging, you little prick.” 

Matt growls at my little comments. “Yeah, yeah. So? We're both into weird stuff. Case closed.” he tries to end, acting tough. But his rough behavior only makes me want to keep going. 

I smirk, “My legs are open for you, though.” I flirt again. His eyes lock with mine in a curious way, “We're still doing the challenge?” 

“Well, we never stopped.” I let him know in a casual manner. 

He nods. “Mhm. Good thing we know each other's weaknesses now, then. At least we can play fair.” 

“Hey, what? You can’t use my 'weakness' to win.” I complain, frowning. 

“What? You're scared you won't be able to bear it, pup?” he places two of his fingers underneath my chin, slowly sliding them away. It lasts a second, even less, but it felt like a lifetime. His fingertips touching my skin so carefully, so softly, so… 

I shake my head, and blink a couple of times as I watch him walk away on me. “Where are you going? You can't just— Ugh, I hate you.” I say, stepping in his direction. 

“You wouldn’t be following me like a good boy if you really hated me.” he speaks in a yawn, acting superior. We end up in front of his bedroom, so we both get inside. 

“I’m all around you just cause someone has to win this stupid challenge and it's gonna be me, alright?” I explain, as I lean on the wall and he sits on his bed with his legs open. I unglue my eyes from his crotch the moment he talks again. 

“You seem stressed. I'm just playing by the rules. I don't bite, you know?” he tells me.

“I do.” I warn. “You would, dog.” he adds. My body can’t resist. 

I point my index at him. “I'm gonna actually lose my fucking mind if you don't stop.” 

“Beg me to.” he orders. His eyes darken, his energy changes, and my brain is telling me to comply. I swallow. 

“...You know what? Okay. Sit back and enjoy.” I start, as I get on the ground on my knees, and stare deeply into his eyes from below. “Please, Matt. Please… God please.” I moan those words out to make him uncomfortable, feeling compelled to put on a show and embarrass him to win. 

I see his parted legs twitch a little, and then, he closes them. “Alright, stop— Stop. Shut up. Don’t be an idiot.” he loses his cool, looking away. “You win, OK?”

I get up, and sit next to him. “I knew you couldn't handle it. You think you're tough enough to be in charge, to top like a big guy. But deep down, you like hearing people beg for you cause you want them to want you.” I provoke. 

“You don’t know what I’m capable of. You’re just saying that to get a rise out of me.” Matt underlines. 

“My bad… I'm just a misbehaving dog, after all.” I comment in a murmur. 

The palpable tension increases by the second, and it’s intoxicating, how neither of us is trying to stop this. I get surrounded by the warmness of his body next to mine, so close and yet so distant. I’m tempted to so something. Anything.

“…Does this stray want a treat?” Matt whispers, breaking the deafening silence.

We know the kinks are just an excuse, just an helping hand, just a push to lead us somewhere else. Somewhere risky. A place we won’t be able to leave if we cross foot on. 

“Depends… I really might bite you.” I say back, my pinky is gracing his hand. He doesn’t move away. 

“I really might like it.” he confesses. 

The air is getting heavier, my heart is pounding inside my ears. The proximity, the mere sensation… “Matt…” 

“…Yeah?” he looks at me like I’m all he cares about, and I don’t hold back the same gaze. 

I part my lips and exhale a soft, almost trembling breath. “What are we doing?” I ask, both scared and tempted to make a move. 

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Suddenly, everything feels meaningless. It’s just the two of us who make sense, just him and I, enclosed within the suffocating walls of his dark room.

There’s a force pulling us together, the centimeters become millimeters, and the desire to kiss him starts to physically hurt. It’s like all our past jokes faded away, like they got overshadowed by this feeling, this intricate sensation that I experience every time I look at him. It’s about knowing that something is wrong, and not caring about it one bit.

“Matt…” I speak with my lips on his, my skin tingles, and he shuts me up with a single movement.

The moment we initiate the kiss, the moment his hot mouth mingles with mine, the moment I’ve been waiting for and dreaming about for so long, so desperately, so hungry for it to happen… just fucking happened.

There’s no need to explain it, no reason to stop, nothing holding us back. We’re ignoring it all.

“Mhm… Ah—” I moan in between the tiniest pauses we take to breath, raspy sounds escape from his throat as we keep making out. It’s soft, then passionate, then soft again. It’s like we’re tasting each other.

I’ve avoided this since forever, but deep down inside, I knew I couldn’t run away from bliss.

“Fuck,” Matt swears, pausing. “I love you, I love you so fucking much.” he tells me, almost causing a cry out of me. I contain myself, holding the back of his hair with the palm of my hand as he gently strokes my cheek with his thumb.

“I love you more. I wanted you Matt… for so fucking long.” I whine out, panting as I do. My eyebrows express pain, but my heart reached happiness for the first time.

A kiss on my cheek, “Now you have me,” another on my neck, “How does it feel to have me?” he murmurs. 

I close my eyes, and whimper at his actions, “It feels great. So good. So damn good. I want to be yours.” I say, my tone is trembly.

“You’re mine. God, you’re mine. I wouldn’t let you go for any reason.” he lets me know, all he does is making me absolutely weak in the knees.

Our mouths keep touching and our tongues seem to be loving each other. I can’t help but make little sounds of pleasure.

I feel Matt smirk in between my lips, his hand placed on my neck gently pushes me an inch away. “You’re such a good boy… You really are a puppy.”

I put my fingers on his chest, sliding them down his crotch. I swallow thickly, “Let this pup make you happy...”

Matt caresses my face, “Say it. Say what you want to do.”

I bring my fingertips to the line of his jeans, tracing it slowly as I feel my own erection grow inside my boxers. “I want to suck your dick. Please, Matt, let me do it.”

He grabs me by my hair. “Do it, baby. Do it Chris.”

I bite my bottom lip, and keel down, as I keep holding eye contact. He gives me access to his legs by opening them, the view from down here is enough to turn me on even more, making it hard for me to sit still on the ground without moving my hips in such a needy and pathetic way.

I hate how strong is the effect he has on me by simply being himself. I can’t stand him. But I can’t deny how good it feels to be here right now, I’m struck by him in all possible ways. I’m this man’s brother, friend, now fucking lover and absolute property.

I unbutton his jeans, and pull down the zipper with my teeth, making him squirm in anticipation at the image.

I can’t believe I’m about to suck Matt off.

When the fabric moves out of the way, the last thing to put aside is his underwear. Red, like it’s not the most fucking attractive color of boxers he could’ve chosen to wear tonight. He’s got me horny like no one else.

“My God…” I comment at the visible bulge, focusing on the wet spot where his tip lays.

“You like what you see?” he asks me, creating a spontaneous little smile on my face.

“More than you would think, loverboy.” I say, sarcastically making fun of him.

“Don’t even call me that…” he complains in a small chuckle.

“I do whatever I want,” I instigate, impulsively licking the perfect silhouette of his boner covered by that red. I felt it twitch.

Matt’s neck drops on his shoulders, “Agh… you nasty fucking dog.” he whispers under his breath.

I give the tip a kiss before fully removing his underwear, rolling it down his hips to expose the wanted area. I get blinded by his beautiful, vulnerable hardness. It moves toward me, and I don’t need any other signals to know it wants to get eaten out.

I grace it with my hands, it’s burning hot. I move the skin down to the base, softly. My mouth comes closer, I breathe on it. I place my tongue on his glans, and welcome the whole thing inside of me in one bite.

Matt embraces the warmness of this scene, and the more I realize how this is really happening, the more I get hard myself.

I swirl my tongue around it rhythmically, moaning on it like my life depends on this. With one hand I stroke my crotch, still hiding behind my jeans. It almost hurts, but I love it.

“What a slut…” Matt starts, “How can you be so fucking good at eating cock? Is there someone else?”

“I’m not a whore, baby.” I say, talking on his erection, “But I can be one for you. Don’t you see?”

“I see it. Damn right I see it.” he pants, the faster I move my fingers on his dick. I cup his balls in my hand, and start sucking the tip again.

His moans increase, his length tenses up, and we both can feel it coming. A load of sperm hits my face, after Matt reaches his orgasm.

“Ough…” he whines, satisfied. I lick some of his cum away. He holds my face with roughness, forcing me to look in his direction. 

“You’re fucking perfect,” he comments. I sense a spark of something in the air, like his words just marked the beginning of the end. But we know there won't be a finish line to this. 

I guess I got lucky playing risky games.