Little Liam finding Noel’s dirty magazines and opening one to find a bunch of photos of him clipped inside one of the pages. There are some of him in the bath, him playing outside, him opening Christmas presents. Some of them are from when he was very little.
The photos make Liam’s stomach swoop, and even though he’s a kid he can put two and two together. So, he decides to have a photoshoot of his own so Noel can have the real thing. He grabs a camera and takes pictures the best that he can, him sat on a pillow, him laid on the bed in his underwear, him touching his body like how the people in the magazine were. There’s a photo of a boy holding a big stuffed bear to cover his naked body, and Liam doesn’t have any big stuffed bears, so he just poses with his toys, giving the camera his best puppy dog eyes with a wooden car clenched in his hand.
He doesn’t know how to get the photos developed by himself and he doesn’t want Paul or his mum to see, so he just takes Noel, and when they pick them up the shop worker looks happy to see them in a way that Noel really doesn’t like. Liam is buzzing the whole way home, so excited for his brother to see what he’s done, and when they get back to the house Liam drags him straight upstairs to their room and watches as he starts to flip through the stack.
The photos aren’t very good, Liam couldn’t see what he was doing when he was taking them, and at first Noel doesn’t really know what he’s looking at. When he gets to a particular shot, the camera sat between Liam’s legs while he puts a hand over his crotch, he can only make out a few stubby fingers and has to ask Liam what he’s looking at. Liam huffs and grabs Noel’s hand, tugging it down between his legs and whining ‘here’ like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
Noel tears his hand away and drops the stack of photos. His heart is pounding and he can barely breathe, hissing when he asks why Liam’s gone and done this. Liam just smiles and roots around under his bed, pulling out the magazine with the clipped photos and pointing at the ones he was trying to recreate. Noel can see it now, the press of his thighs against a pillow in extreme closeup, the way his little fingers bend slightly around his crotch, the smattering of toys barely visible on the cropped out floor under Liam sitting. Liam is looking up at him expectantly. Noel feels like he’s about to faint, and he’s also never been harder in his entire life.
He sits down on the floor next to Liam, poking around the photos while Liam says something Noel can’t hear over the ringing in his ears. Liam is flipping through the magazine, pointing at the pictures while he talks and holding his versions up next to them. When he stops talking it takes a second for Noel to realize, and he sees that Liam’s stopped on the photo of the boy straddling his pillow. He’s worrying his lip between his teeth and just sort of twisting his finger against the page, like he wants to say something but is too shy for it.
Noels mouth feels dry when he asks Liam if he wants to try it, and he can feel his hand trembling when he reaches out and points to the photo. Liam furrows his brow in confusion and picks up the photo of him copying the boy but Noel explains that there’s more to it. The boy in the picture looks flushed and like he’s out of breath because he’s actually rubbing himself against the pillow instead of just sitting on it, if Liam does the same he’ll feel really really good. Noel can show him how, if he’d like.
Liam is skeptical but he goes along with it when his brother hoists him up into the bed, tugging his pants down and spreading his legs so he can shove a pillow under them. Noel puts his hands on Liam hips and pushes them back and forth in a slow roll until Liam gets the idea and starts moving by himself, grinding himself against the pillow in a steady rhythm. It doesn’t feel like anything, and Liam is complaining to Noel about it, but he just gets shushed and told to keep going. Noel has a hand resting on Liam’s back to make sure he doesn’t stop.
Soon Liam starts to feel a weird warmth spreading out from between his legs, and he starts to speed up a bit. It feels nice, almost soothing, and when he feels Noel’s warm hand start rubbing circles on his back it sends a rush through him, a small whine spilling from his lips as he chases it.
Noel is breathless as he watches Liam, listening to the sound of him breathing heavy and the tiny whimpers occasionally slipping out of him when he pushes his hips into the soft fabric. His pudgy thighs are tensing up and squeezing the pillow tight between them, and as he keeps humping he slowly leans forward until his cheek is pressed to the mattress.
Liam’s head is swimming and he can barely keep his eyes open as he lets the fuzzy feeling wash over him, his hips practically moving on their own and pulling embarrassing girly sounds out of him. He can vaguely see Noel, looking at him like he’s hungry, and the sight of it sends another rush through him. He moves faster, rabbiting his hips against his pillow and squeezing it as tight as he can. He hears Noel cursing before he’s unbuttoning his trousers and reaching inside to pull his cock out. It’s leaking something clear and slippery as he wraps his hand around it and Liam stares at it transfixed, clenching his fingers in the sheets around his head and pressing his thighs closer together.
Noel knows he isn’t going to last long like this, stroking himself fast and hard while he watches his sweet baby brother fuck his pillow like an untrained dog. Liam is watching him too, with his mouth hanging open and his face flushed red and pretty while his eyes stay fixed where Noel is fucking into his fist. When Liam whines out Noel’s name it’s enough to send him over the edge, and he shuffles behind Liam so he can paint his brother’s thighs with his release.
Liam keens when he feels the warmth of Noel’s cum hitting the backs of his legs, squeezing his eyes shut and burying his face in the mattress while he humps as fast as he can. He can feel it running down between his thighs and smearing all over his skin and the pillow, making a sticky mess on him, and it sends a rush through him that ends up being too much for his little body to take. He stutters and squeaks out a garbled moan while his hips twitch uncontrollably into the pillow, his little cock jumping where it’s pressed to the fabric. It feels like it does on forever, and when it all finally stops Liam collapses onto the bed, breathing heavy while he keeps mindlessly humping, his body going completely off of instinct while his head stays light and fuzzy.
Noel rolls Liam off of the pillow and onto his back, taking in the sight of him all pliant and fucked out, then tucks himself back into his trousers and gets to work cleaning up the scattered photos from the ground. Liam watches idly as Noel tucks the stack inside the magazine with the rest of Liam’s pictures before burying it in some hidden corner of the closet. When Noel settles into the bed beside him Liam asks sleepily if Noel liked them, and Noel reassures him that he absolutely loved them, and if he wants then he could help him take even better photos in the future.