Noel gets home, drunk off his arse. He’s been out all night with his mates, but not a single bird would give him the time of day. Typical. Girls never seem to like him much.
But there’s always someone at home, desperate for his attention.
Liam is asleep in their shared bedroom, breathing steady, completely still. Noel fucking hates that little twat, hates him more than anything, really, but he has to admit, he likes him best like this. Quiet. Not mouthing off. Almost... nice to look at.
He stands there, swaying a bit, staring longer than he probably should. The booze is really messing with his head now.
Noel steps closer and sits on the edge of Liam’s bed. He wants to put a bullet in his own head for the shit running through his mind right now. But what’s he meant to do? It's not his fault God went and made his little 14 year old brother the prettiest lad alive, soft skin, pink lips, daft long lashes.
He’s so fuckin’ pretty it does Noel’s head in. Makes him wanna wreck him just for making him think like this.
Noel feels his cock throb in his jeans just looking at him. Fuckin’ hell. He drags the back of his hand over Liam’s face, slowly, just for a moment.
He’s never touched him like this before. Not with this in mind. Yeah, they’ve messed about, innocent little kisses here and there, nothin’ serious, but never like this. Never too deep into all that. But still, the fact they’ve snogged before, even as a joke, makes what he wants to do now feel a bit less twisted.
At least in his head.
Noel starts touching himself through his jeans, letting out a soft moan that wakes Liam up.
Liam blinks at him, all confused, but doesn’t say a word.
Noel doesn’t bother saying anything either. Instead, he forces his fingers on Liam’s mouth, pushing it open slowly. Liam stares at him, proper terrified now.
Noel knows Liam. He knows he won’t say a word in this situation. The little twat’s always actin’ tough to try and win an argument, but he ain’t gonna fight back now. Not like this.
Noel pulls his fingers outta Liam’s mouth, keeping his eyes locked on him the whole time. He starts pulling his jeans down.
"What are you doin’?" Liam says quietly, voice shakey like he’s about to cry.
Noel doesn’t answer. He just climbs on top of Liam, pulling his pajama pants down too.
"What the fuck are you doin’? Get the fuck off me, you sick perv!" Liam yells, but Noel quickly puts his hand over his mouth.
"You shut the fuck up, little twat. Want the whole house to hear you? Stay still, or I’ll make sure you don’t move again. No joke."
Noel feels like he's finally got Liam quiet, so he quickly pulls his own cock out of his boxers and start stroking it. He wants to shove it in Liam's mouth but that will be for later, maybe another other day, when he's out of his mind from the booze and will have the sick courage to hurt his little brother like this again.
Noel wants to fuck Liam so bad right now, like all his life depends on this. So he quickly shoves himself inside Liam while placing his hand on his mouth. The twat will scream, and Noel won't let him. He starts trusting himself fast not giving Liam any time to adjust, he doesn't care anyway.
The kid tries to push Noel away, while sobbing and painfully moaning under Noel's hand.
"Noe.. Ple- please..." Liam tries to speak but Noel is too far gone to notice.
Noel is moaning hard and almost can't breathe for all the pleasure he is feeling right now. No other sex he has had before can compare to what fucking his brother feels. Liam might not be enjoying, but he is. That's what counts for him.
"Oh.. fuck.. Liam, if I knew you would feel this fucking good before..."
He holds Liam's face with his left hand and starts giving Liam kisses and sucking his lips while fasting his pace. Noel can feel his tears wet his hand.
It's all too much, all he is feeling right now makes him wanna explode. It comes crashing out harder than anything he has ever felt before.
He locks eyes with his brother, quietly sobbing, brows furrowed, tears streaming down his face. Even like this, he’s beautiful. Noel’s now thankful to God for making him the most beautiful brother in the world, so he can have him all to himself. Liam’s his now, and will forever be.
"It never makes you feel ashamed
You sit around with your soul
And you're passing the blame
But everybody knows
Yeah, everybody knows
Everybody knows that it's a crime
It's a crime"
