Just Brothers
| Brother/Brother Incest |
Peter and Ned are sitting on the floor. Peter’s bedroom has a plush carpet that is surprisingly comfortable.
They’re studying math. It’s not that interesting until Tony - Peter’s notoriously obnoxious older brother - comes barreling into the room.
“Hey, kiddo,” Tony says, swinging the door open.
Peter rolls his eyes, “Leave me alone, you pest.”
Tony smiles, “Love you too. But, seriously, can I borrow your laptop?”
“No,” Peter says, a hard stare on Tony’s towering form.
“Please,” Tony says, “dad took mine and I need it to write an essay, but he isn’t listening.”
Peter sighs. He knows how much of an asshole their father is, especially to Tony.
“Do you promise you need it?” Peter asks.
Tony nods, “Why would I lie to my little, baby brother?”
Peter glares but points to the desk where his laptop sits. Tony smiles and claps, walking over and snatching the laptop.
“Be careful, dumbass,” Peter says, no venom to his words.
Tony makes a face, and says, “Hey… Ted?”
“Ned,” Peter corrects before his friend can.
Ned smiles.
Tony smiles back, waving, and stands there.
“Are you leaving?” Peter asks.
Tony says, “Just curious. What’re you nerds studying?”
“None of your business,” Peter says, “now leave.”
Tony rolls his eyes with a smile and concedes. He doesn’t shut the door behind him.
Peter groans and slams the door. Maybe it’s petty, but his brother is the most annoying specimen on the Earth sometimes.
Ned smiles, “I think your brother’s kinda hot.”
“Yeah, me too,” Peter says absentmindedly.
There’s a pause.
“You what?”
Peter jumps, suddenly realizing what he just said, “No! No, I didn’t hear what you said.”
“Then you could’ve just said ‘I didn’t hear you’,” Ned laughs, “dude, you’re so weird.”
Peter blushes, unable to say anything.
Ned smiles, “It’s okay, Peter, I love you even though you want to fuck your brother.”
“Shut up,” Peter says through gritted teeth and he hides his face.
There’s another silent beat.
“The way you’re reacting is making me start to worry that you actually want to do it with Tony,” Ned says.
Peter doesn’t say anything, but he looks at Ned with sheepish eyes.
“Dude,” Ned says, having coming to a horrifying realization, “that is so gross.”
“Yeah, okay, like I don’t know that, but - in my defense - we’re only step-brothers, so it doesn’t really count,” Peter says.
Ned laughs in disbelief, “This is literally the plot of a porno.”
“Just keep it to yourself, okay? It’s not like I’d actually get a chance,” Peter says.
“Okay,” Ned says, “but it’s still pretty weird.”
Peter sighs, “Do you want some water? I could really use some water right now.”
Ned nods. He shakes his head and exasperation and continues looking over his notes.
Peter gets up and walks to the door. When he opens it, he bumps into Tony - who looks very guilty - standing right outside the door.
“Tony?” Peter hisses, jumping back.
Tony smiles, an unreadable emotion in his eyes, “I forgot the charger..?”
Peter fakes a smile and nods. Then he slams the door straight in his brother’s face. He turns to look at Ned, shock and horror in his wide, brown eyes.
Ned opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.
Peter exhales, opening the door, “Okay, I’ll get you the charger.”
Tony’s lips are in a tight line, his eyes brimming with something that Peter just can’t place down. Peter walks over, throwing open his desk drawer and ripping out the charger.
Tony takes the charger. He stands there in the open doorway like a lost puppy. His eyes meet Peter’s.
They stand there for a moment, looking into deep into each other’s souls. Both of their gazes are overflowing with longing and desire. It sends both of their hearts sparking alight with a new airy emotion. It feels like a summer breeze on a warm day.
Ned hops up, “Well, I’m going to go. It’s been fun, Peter.”
He awkwardly scoots by the two brothers, leaving them to whatever the fuck they’re doing.
Peter calls out, but doesn’t look away from Tony, “Bye, Ned!”
Tony licks his lips, Peter’s eyes locking on the motion.
“Can I come in?” Tony asks.
Peter looks down, “If you want to.”
“Oh,” Tony says, a greedy smile forming on his lips, “trust me, I want to.”
He walks into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
