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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Bro/John_Egbert
  Character:
      Bro_(Homestuck), John_Egbert
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Age_Difference, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Post-Sburb
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-09 Words: 2888
****** Boy Butter ******
by pfaugh
Summary
     Dave invites John over and gives him the standard warnings about Bro.
     John predictably does not heed them.
"Okay, but be careful when you're walking around on your own. You never know
what traps my Bro set out- actually, you probably shouldn't go anywhere without
me accompanying you. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan, minimize all future
lawsuits and potential Child Protection Services investigations."
"I know, Dave."
"Not even the kitchen is safe- especially the kitchen. Under no circumstances
are you to open the fridge, got it? I'm doing this because I care, and-"
"Aww."
"-shut up. Anyway, like I was saying, I'm doing this for your protection. You
have no idea what a battle-zone it's like inside my place. Constantly being on
the lookout, never knowing when you're going to walk in on a puppet pegging
demonstration, never knowing when the next puppet's ass is about to batter you
with its foamy, soft-"
"Okay, Dave."
"Dude, you're not getting it."
"I get it just fine, doofus!" John grins and elbows Dave playfully before
draping an arm over his shoulders. "You really love your Bro, and you are
really nervous that I won't like him. I am sure it will be fine! I have already
accepted that your Bro is a weird nerdy porn star who raps sometimes. Now let's
go already. I think all your worrying made my butt go numb."
xxx
It takes Dave approximately ten minutes to return home from school. Twenty at
most with the introduction of a new variable: traffic, stopping for fast food,
conversing with peers, or conversing with instructors. Today, Bro had been
informed that someone would be joining them for the evening. A sleepover
involving a night of video games and undescribed internet activities. A request
short of begging to be on his best behavior accompanied the notice, to which
Bro responded with a projectile smuppet.
But he complied while Dave was away during the day. He stocked the fridge with
food, removed all weaponry, and de-activated the various smuppet traps around
the apartment.
That was two hours ago. Now, he steps out of the shower, the steam disappearing
into the cool hallway. He stretches and makes his way to his futon, pulling on
underwear when a pair of voices, amiable and teasing, echo in the stairwell. It
takes a second to debate scrambling to put on proper clothing, but with a smirk
he decides against it. He leans against the frame of his futon, waiting
patiently as the door opens and the conversation filters in.
"Yo, Bro, I'm hom- fuck." Dave groans and attempts to shove his friend - John
Egbert, only son of a single father, originally from Seattle, Washington with
above-average grades - right back out the door.
"Hello, Mr. Strider!" John, undissuaded, squeezes his way in and immediately
shuts the door, his eyes rolling and elbow prodding into Dave. "Thanks for
letting me stay over."
A nod, and Bro pays only half-attention to John's cheerful introduction, his
interest grounded in the guy's appearance. His broad shoulders start off a
sharp taper into narrow hips, and the loose t-shirt doesn't hide his well-
defined muscles. If he recalls, John's school record lists shot-put and
racquetball among his extracurricular activities. His hair is unkempt, a mess
of black cowlicks framing a squared face and bright blues. And to top it all
off, the kid's got a fucking incredible overbite.
He hopes to god if Dave plans on shacking up with this kid, he's never on the
receiving end of a blowjob.
The assessment concludes that having good taste runs in the Strider blood. The
Egbert kid seems mostly chipper, a friendly kinda guy who gives second chances
and benefits of the doubt. Cute-like.
"Just keep the noise down- some of us got jobs to keep." Bro turns on his heel
and settles at his computer, watching from the corner of his eye as Dave and
John scurry down to Dave's room. The door shuts loudly behind them, and he
sighs. Well, coding ain't gonna work itself.
xxx
It's night, well after Dave and John snuck into the kitchen to fix up a giant
plate of bagel bites. Bro clicks off the lamp and shuts off the desktop
monitor. A few quick steps, and Lil Cal appears on the futon. He sighs and
yawns and stretches before tossing off the t-shirt he'd put on a few hours of
coding and payment processing later. He folds his shades and sinks onto the
flimsy futon mattress, a moment away from sleeping when the soft creek of a
door stutters into the sleepy silence.
A dark silhouette - John, judging from the width and utter lack of finesse -
ambles into the kitchen. There's a bump and a curse, the light of the
refrigerator swathing into the living room.
Bro gets up and flashsteps into the kitchen, standing right behind John in time
for the other to turn around.
"Oh, hey Mr. Strider." John smiles as he holds up a soda can. "Sorry, did I
wake you?"
He raises an eyebrow. Well, that certainly wasn't the reaction he was
expecting. He shakes his head in response, stepping back to allow the other his
personal space. "Get some sleep. Don't fuck up your sleeping schedule- and put
that soda down unless you wanna stay up all night. Shit, kids these days."
He gives a wave of goodnight and turns to head toward his futon.
"Wait!" John grips Bro's wrist and tugs him back with a considerable amount of
strength. Bro looks back curiously, though his expression remains blank. "I,
uh. So, the weather's nice?"
Bro stares.
"Texas is a lot warmer than Washington. Kind of uncomfortably warmer. It is
even too hot in the winter, and-"
Bro tugs at his wrist, forcing John to tumble into his chest. He smirks. If the
kid wants to play this game, sure. He'll play along. "You flirting with me,
Egbert?"
John's surprised expression sharpens to what looks to be a cheeky grin, and he
straightens to his full height. He's just a little shorter but still taller
than Bro expected. Bro takes a few steps back as John nudges him against the
counter. He can recognize a trope when he sees one, but he'll allow it just the
once to see where the hell John's going with all this. "So what if I am?"
Bro rolls his eyes. The kid is forward, and he thinks it's kind of cute in a
way, like a sitcom where the kid brother's friend has eyes for the handsome,
striking older brother. Except there isn't an audience laugh track, just him
and John Egbert against the kitchen counter. "Go back to the sandbox and play
with other idiots your age."
He scoots and slides away from the counter-John sandwich, flashstepping back
toward the futon where Lil' Cal is as inviting as always. Cal's arms snake
around his neck as he lays down, and he's just about to get his sleep on when a
heavy weight crawls over his legs.
And there's John Fucking Egbert, straddling his thighs like it isn't the middle
of the night.
Before he can say anything, there's John Fucking Egbert, swooping in for a
kiss.
No one can say that Bro didn't at least try to keep his drive under control.
He kisses back with interest, hands immediately sliding down John's sides to
scope out that ass. He gives an experimental squeeze - it's a bit bony and
bare, not his usual - and earns himself a nice unashamed groan. Well, even with
the lack of backside, he can appreciate a vocal partner. He thanks no deity in
particular that this kid's voice has at least cracked the puberty veil. It
makes the whole 'making out with your kid brother's kid best friend' thing a
little less awkward.
Still, all that unchecked moaning isn't going to work out well for either of
them in this situation. Leaning up to John's ear, he grinds his hips upward
very helpfully. "Might wanna quiet down there, junior, 'less you want Dave
runnin' up in here and pissin' himself."
John moans even louder, apparently deciding to completely ignore any word of
warning. "I do not even care, dude, just do that again-"
"Egbert, I'm gonna be softer than a carebear for the rest of the week if my kid
walks in on me doing the deed with his best goddamn friend. You either tone it
the fuck down or deal with a-"
"Okay, okay! Geeeeez." John sighs and - Bro raises an eyebrow in interest -
grabs hold of Bro's wrists, keeping a firm grip as he places kisses along Bro's
jaw and neck. "You and Dave are definitely family, it is stupid how similar you
are."
John then rolls his hips downward, and Bro's detached lust suddenly became very
real very fast. He's a bit limited, though, and readies himself for a classic
flip-n-switch. Or he would, if Egbert didn't tighten his grip and hold his
wrists against the futon, right by his head.
Oh shit.
That really gets the blood flowing, knocks his breathing off-kilter and for a
moment he forgets about Dave. Bro grunts and grinds upward impatiently. There's
a grin that highlights John's overbite, and it's so stupidly fucking hot. Bro
tests John's grip, moves under John but damn the kid has weight and strength.
He could probably escape if he really tried, but nah. He's pretty comfortable,
especially when the kid starts kissing him so eagerly.
(It takes him back years and years, when the record store still stood and big,
rough hands grabbed at his naked hips with the aggression of a seasoned
explorer. It takes him back to a furry upper lip and tales of grand adventure
and one of the best goddamn orgasms he's ever had.)
He bites back his disappointment when John finally lets go. He can't exactly
complain when John's sliding down and tugging down his sweatpants. When John
rolls his eyes at the sight, however, Bro smirks. It must have just slipped his
mind to warn the other of his tendency to go commando. He's already half hard,
and it's staring at John unabashedly. He relaxes and watches in appreciation as
John tugs down his pajama bottoms and boxers.
"Whoa- junior down there need his own bed at night? Fuckin' Christ." Bro sits
up to investigate, hands reaching to wrap around John's fucking kahoona of a
dick. Or he would have liked to, if John didn't shove him back down to tower
over him once again. That was definitely starting to get annoying. Though he
sometimes confused annoyance with arousal, he never really could tell.
How, cute, Bro thinks as he brings their hips together, dicks flush and
yielding. The kid's blushing.
He wraps his hand around them, and almost immediately John moans and thrusts
against him. Pleasure builds and hardens, and John has his head nested against
his neck and shoulders. Bro keeps his grip firm but lets the other do all the
work.
Soon, way before they're due, John slows and bites at Bro's ear. "So, uh. Can I
do the thing?"
He's instantly suspicious. "What thing, kid? You wanna get me on my knees?
Shove your fist down my mouth? Could break out the pony-"
"No! Ugh, you are so gross." John sits up maneuvers around until he's in
between Bro's legs. "I mean if I can, you know."
A smirk.
"No, kid, I sure don't."
"You suck."
"I damn well could, just say the magic word."
"I wanna stick it in you! There, I said it. Are you happy? I said the thing
that you knew all along, asshole. Aren't you supposed to be some kind of mega
porn guru? I am disappointed." John hooks Bro's leg up and folds it back
against Bro's chest. It's almost hilarious the way his eyes immediately look
downward.
"Ya sure you're disappointed, kid? You're looking mighty pleased from here. If
you're looking to get in my pucker, hold up while I fetch my Boy Butter." Bro
spreads his other leg invitingly, smirking as his sylladex produces a little
tub. He pulls the lid open and sets it aside. It was never the most convenient
packaging, but Bro gave it a solid review for creativity and novelty. "Been a
while since I needed this, but it should still be good."
John dips his fingers in the tub and rubs it between his fingers. His facial
expressions tilt between interest and confusion, even as he scoops out more and
appears to be restraining himself from outright sniffing it.
Bro kicks him. "Get a move on, junior, before I change my mind and turn things
around."
"You are so impatient," John huffs. "I am just trying to get in the zone. I do
not want to hurt you?"
"You said it yourself, I'm a porn guru, ain't nothing you can do to hurt me.
Just stick your fingers in my ass, and we can get a move on."
"I am, uh. Kind of big!"
"Seen bigger."
"Still bigger than you."
"Took bigger dry. Now do the goddamn thing before I-" Bro hisses as John, well.
Does the thing - and he's starting to really wonder if this golden child has a
habit of interrupting people or if it's just him. Instead of starting small,
John shoves in three fingers at once. And while Bro may indeed be a porn guru
who has had a few dicks in his life, it has been quite a while. Years. Not
since Dave crash-landed on a horse.
"Sorry!"
Bro grabs John's wrist and keeps him there, knowing the other would probably
withdraw from nerves. He takes a few deep breaths, quickly adjusting to the
sharp pain and discomfort before turning sharp eyes to John. "If you're gonna
do it, do it."
Tension pulls between their gazes and snaps when John reaches deep, and Bro can
feel him hooking his fingers and pressing against him.
Soon enough, his cock's in deep and Bro's grunting and obviously trying to keep
it down, teeth digging into John's shoulders. He thought he'd have to give a
little direction, maybe encourage John a little with a few desperate movements.
But the way John slams into him, hips moving strong and fast against his ass,
Bro just lays back and takes what he's given. He wants to say things,
incredibly dirty things to see just how flustered John can get. But the thought
of Dave is always present, and he keeps his mouth shut.
He can't say John's the most skillful he's ever had, but the underlying
enthusiasm and narrowed focus made up for the lack. With a shuddering sigh, he
turns his head to rest against Lil' Cal. He hates letting the little guy see
him in these situations, but John was apparently too hungry for the ass to wait
for him to set up the futon all nice and pretty for the occasion.
"F-fuck," John stutters into his ear, and the feeling of fullness left him as
John's thrusting shallowed. Bro braces his hands against John's back, taking in
John's breathy 'oh my god's and withheld noises.
He just can't resist. "Fill me up, kiddo, let it go."
He figured John would be a sucker for emotional movie references, and he was
right. John scrambles to cover his mouth as he releases, hips pressed against
Bro, eyes squeezed shut before he collapses.
And as much as Bro enjoys the feeling of a well-built man on top of him, he
couldn't say the same for the slick of sweat and lube on his skin. He shoves
John onto the floor and cringes as he gets up, careful not to get anything on
the futon.
"Whoa."
He knows any teenaged boy would be fascinated with the sight of his own semen
beading down another's thigh, but Bro doesn't care to make a show of it for
now. He's got a shower calling his name and a boner to oversee.
xxx
"I do not know what you have been talking about all this time, Dave, your Bro
is totally normal. Other than all the puppets everywhere, but it kind of
reminds me of my dad's harlequins and other assorted tricksters. I did not even
see a single sink full of fireworks anywhere! I think you are a liar."
"No, dude, it was an illusion. Only actual cool and awesome-licensed people can
see the ninja traps and hazards my Bro sets up all over the damn place. Seeing
as you're an Egbert and not a Strider, you're not at risk. Also, fuck you, I've
shown you pictures of the sink-fireworks and the subsequent puppet guro porn.
See if I ever invite you over again."
"What! Dave, don't be lame. I had a great time at your place! In fact, I am
coming over next weekend, too, okay? Do you think your Bro will let us watch a
movie in the living room? It is not the same watching things on the laptop."
"I dunno, John. He may not want to watch your revered McOnohay trash."
"It's McConaughey, and that is the last straw. I am divorcing you from Best Bro
position." John shoves Dave into the lockers and laughs, his grin and teeth
prominent as he continues on down the hall, ignoring Dave's complaints. "Hmm, I
think I know of a pretty good way to convince him.
"Wait, what?"
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