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works/3226496.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Bro/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, Bro_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Oral_Sex
  Series:
      Part 1 of Completely_Ironic_Incest_Shenanigans
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-01-25 Words: 1292
****** Call My Bluff ******
by Cerberusia
Summary
     "Suck my dick, Bro," Dave crows, tossing his controller on the coffee
     table and leaning back smugly.
     There is a moment of silence: Dave mentally prepares himself to flee
     from the probable incoming tickling assault, though he knows all he
     can do is buy himself time.
     "Sure," says Bro, and slides off the couch onto his hands and knees.
Notes
     I have a feeling this was inspired by a Homesmut prompt, but cannot
     immediately find it. Hopefully OP finds it!
It's taken him an ungodly amount of time and an unspeakable amount of apple
juice, but Dave has finally, finally beaten Bro's high score on Call of Duty.
He leans back on the sofa, controller in one hand, basking in the glow of sweet
satisfaction.
He hears footsteps on the stairs leading to the roof. Even better.
Bro strides in without even appearing to notice him, going straight through to
the kitchen. He unstraps his sword from his back and tosses it on the counter,
following it with his hat. He runs a hand through his hair as he opens the
fridge door and pulls out some orange soda. He's been practicing katas out in
the Houston sun; no wonder he's thirsty.
"Sup," says Dave, very casually.
Bro just nods at him, twisting off the bottle cap and taking a swig. Feeling
excitement bubble in his stomach, Dave turns back to the TV and says,
"Hey, Bro, come look at this."
He hears the clunk of Bro putting the soda back in the fridge and his footsteps
as he comes up behind him to look. Without turning around, Dave knows that
there's a small crease between his eyebrows. Bro vaults over the back of the
futon to see the screen properly, landing with a soft thump. Dave tried that
once, overshot and bruised his tailbone. Luckily he'd waited until Bro was out,
so he didn't have to suffer the extra indignity of bruised pride.
"Okay, what's so - hey." At this, Dave gives up and starts laughing: Bro's
indignant face reflected in the black background of the high score menu is just
as rewarding as he thought it would be. He got Bro to make an expression!
"Suck my dick, Bro," Dave crows, tossing his controller on the coffee table and
leaning back smugly.
There is a moment of silence: Dave mentally prepares himself to flee from the
probable incoming tickling assault, though he knows all he can do is buy
himself time.
"Sure," says Bro, and slides off the couch onto his hands and knees.
"What." But Bro is already shuffling between Dave's knees and setting his big
hands on Dave's skinny thighs. He digs his thumbs in, then spreads them wider
to accomodate the width of his shoulders. Dave's heart is in his mouth. Even
for them, this is kind of far to be taking a joke.
"Bro, haven't you heard you gotta wine and dine a lady before you start trying
to get your hand up her skirt? I'm not that kind of girl," Dave says, deadpan,
feeling his pulse in his throat. He tries to manoeuvre his foot to kick Bro in
the solar plexus, but only weakly catches his side.
"You sure ain't," Bro agrees, and leans in to seal his mouth over the denim at
Dave's crotch.
Dave jerks, grabbing Bro's shoulders. It's not like he can even feel much
through his jeans, just warmth slowly seeping through, but that's a lot when
you're thirteen and virginal and he feels his dick twitch. Is this revenge? Is
it irony? Is he getting felt up ironically? He's not sure how he feels about
that.
He feels Bro's tongue licking the denim, rubbing his dick right through his
pants. He feels it swell immediately and squeezes the material of the futon in
his fists. Then Bro sucks the head through the fabric and he lets out a little
wheezy gasp. He wants to ask Bro what the hell he thinks he's playing at, but
his tongue is stuck in his jaw. He wouldn't get an answer anyway.
Bro sucks harder, making Dave jerk in his seat and gasp again, grasping
fitfully at the futon; then he pulls away, and Dave doesn't even have time to
feel conflicted because Bro is popping the button on his jeans and yanking down
the zip and Dave sighs because at last his dick is free of the uncomfortable
pressure.
Then, cool as you please, Bro pulls Dave's boner out of his underwear, leans
forward, and licks it.
The sound Dave makes is indescribable. He's thirteen, never even got as far as
kissing, and now his hot - yeah, Dave's noticed - experienced older brother is
going down on him like the Ubisoft server on the new AssCreed release date. The
electric sensation shoots up his spine like a mini-orgasm.
Then Bro really goes down on him, opening his mouth and sliding it all the way
down Dave's cock like it's nothing, like it's easy. His fingers squeeze Dave's
thighs again, keeping his legs apart even though he instinctively wants to
close them.
"Nngh!" Dave seizes him by the hair, squirming in his seat. "Bro!" His
heartbeat is loud in his ears, sweat prickling on his skin, his focus narrowed
to the warm, wet heat of Bro's mouth surrounding his cock.
Bro pulls back and presses his tongue into the slit at the tip, licking all
over the sensitive head, and Dave feels his orgasm start in his balls, sparks
of heat tightening deep inside him. Too fast, too fast.
"Ah, Bro!" he gasps - you're meant to warn whoever's sucking you off, right?
His hips are moving and he can't stop them.
Bro, eyes and thoughts invisible behind his shades, just takes all Dave's cock
into his mouth again and sucks. Dave wails, tipping over the edge.
"Ah, ah, ah-!" His voice climbs in pitch, hips jerking back and forth
helplessly in the grip of orgasm.
He slumps on the futon, dazed and humiliated for basically going off as soon as
Bro went down on him. It just felt so good. Bro sits back on his heels and runs
his tongue over his lips. Dave tries to find something appropriately cool and
casual to say to the guy who's just sucked him off, and comes up empty handed.
He'd assumed this wasn't going to be happening for another few years.
Bro stands up, looming over him: tall, broad-shouldered, possessed of an innate
physicality that Dave just can't copy.
"That's the danger of saying things you don't mean, bro," he says, his voice as
even as ever. "Sometimes, someone takes you up on it."
And then he absconds before Dave can get his cerebral cortex back online and
form speech. Typical. He's such a dick sometimes.
...And, on the subject of dicks, that was definitely a semi in those tight
trousers. This is something Dave hadn't considered, that Bro might enjoy
blowing him beyond an appreciation of ironic incest. He hadn't considered it;
but he's considering it now. He's considering the fact that the shower's just
started up, and Bro is in there, naked and wet and with a hard-on. Which he got
from sucking Dave's cock. And he's going to take his dick in hand and...
Welp, five minute refractory period is up. Dave falls sideways on the futon so
he's lying down and jerks off to the thought of Bro doing the same behind the
bathroom door. He can't imagine his brother's face, can't think what expression
he might be making, so he just thinks of Bro's dick, imagines it hard, imagines
Bro really going for it, still wearing his gloves that he surely doesn't
actually wear in the shower, and has his second orgasm of the afternoon.
He breathes steadily, in and out, wet hand dangling off the futon. He'll do up
his pants in a minute. He turns his head to the side to find a smuppet on the
coffee table, its glassy eyes all-seeing and somehow saucy.
"Yeah, tell me about it," says Dave, and shuts his eyes to enjoy the
suspension: the sun through the blinds, the whir of the A/C, the lassitude of
orgasm, and the shower still running.
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