What about if when saxon gets up to go get off in the bathroom, Lochlan stops him by calling out his name. Saxon turns around in question, exposing himself almost fully—which wasn’t Lochlan’s intention not that he’s complaining, but it does make it harder for him to stutter out his question— “Can I borrow your tablet, after? I don’t— I don’t have anything to…” trailing off unsurely, all out of bravery. And Saxon rolls his eyes and sighs in put upon exasperation and says “fine, we can share”, but he’s finding it hard to not smile like the cat who got the cream. He gets settled back into his bed and says “Well, what are you waiting for, get in. You can’t see anything from over there.” and then later “but keep it under the sheets, i’m not trying to see my little brother jerk off”.
And they both dutifully keep their eyes pointedly on the screen the whole time, side by side in Saxon’s bed. But when Saxon spreads his knees in pleasure and it knocks into Lochlan’s leg, their skin damp from the heat under the covers, neither of them moves away. They can feel each other’s tremors and jerks through that one charged point of contact. Maybe Saxon tries to make a bit of Heterosexual Commentary like “man, she’s got great tits doesn’t she” and “look at her, she can really take a pounding” or some such nonsense, and all Lochlan can do is just mumble “yeah, totally” in agreement. Because if he’s being honest, Lochlan is not aware of anything other than the heat and sound of Saxon beside him, the movement of their hands, and their skin contact under the covers. All his brain power is going to keeping his sounds down, and keeping his eyes open and fixed on the screen. He knows how delicate the situation is and how important a role the porn is playing, and he’s not willing to do anything at all that might upset this new unbelievable status quo, that might make Saxon unwilling to do this again.
A couple minutes after they’ve both come and Lochlan has moved over to his own bed with a sheepish “thanks Sax”, Saxon shoves his way into Lochlan’s bed. “Scoot over, i’m not sleeping in there. You got come all over my sheets” and Lochlan hides a smile in his pillow. They try not to touch as they fall asleep, but they’re spooning when they wake up the next morning, as Saxon extricates himself carefully to go workout and Lochlan pretends very hard to still be asleep.
Oh boy, Nonnie. Great minds really do think alike, because I wrote almost this exact same scenario already. You can find it here (in chapter 2).
Love your mind, Nonnie. Cheers.
