Thunder claps outside and padded footsteps come to my bedroom door. I know who it is instantly and scoot over so that he would have room.

"Matty, I know this is old but can I sleep in here with you?" he asks opening the door to my room and placing his head through the opening.

"C'mon." I say to the figure. Thunder claps louder this time with a flash of lightning causing him to run into the room and dive in the bed with me. At 19 Jeff is still afraid of Thunderstorms, it's kinda funny if you think about it. Here we are two grown men living in the same house as their father, one scared of thunderstorms the other over protective of his lover.

Yes I said it and I'll say it again. Lover. Jeff is my lover and I his. Yes we are brothers and yes we do acts that no brothers should, well in the eyes of the world that is. Jeff and I are perfectly happy with how things are.

"Matty?" he asks as I look down at him.

"Yeah?"

"I love you." he says snuggling closer to me. I wrap my arm around him and pull him even closer.

"I love you too Jeffo." I say placing a kiss on him temple before pulling the cover around us, as if it could protect us from the hatred of the outside world.

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I'm the first to wake. Jeffy looks so peaceful, he's facing me eyes closed lightly and a smile splayed across his lips in pure contentment. One of his legs is draped over mine, the cover lay halfway on the floor half on the bed. I guess we must have kicked it off during the night.

I run my eyes over his body. Shoulder length neon green hair, flawless tan skin, black finger and toenails. My demented little angel. In my eyes that's exactly what he is an Angel. I sigh contentedly before moving a strand of his hair from his eyes.

His eyes blink open, and his smile grows bigger.

"Hey." he says yawning and stretching.

"Sleep well?" I ask already knowing his answer.

"Mm hmm." he says pecking me on the lips.

"Boys! It's time to get up." We hear dad call and we look at each other before Jeff rolls out of bed.

"Matt? Is Jeff in there?" he asks knocking on my door. Jeff looks at me frantic.

"Turn on the T.V." I mouth to him. He looks at me confused before I point to the tv.

"Matt?!" Dad says knocking on the door again while Jeff turns on the t.v and flips it to cartoons. I shake my head and snicker.

"Yea Dad...Jeff's in here." I say throwing on some pants and half walking, half stumbling to the door. I open it and look at him. "Watching cartoons." I say stepping back so he could see Jeff, sitting in his boxers in front of the t.v. while if I'm not mistaken Tom and Jerry is on.

"You boys get dressed, I gotta run to the lumber yard. I'll be back in a few hours. Clean the house while I'm gone." he says arching an eyebrow as Jeff's laughter comes from the room. I only shrug.

"Sure thing." I say as he walks down the hall. I close the door and Jeff and I let out a sigh of relief at the same time. I absently run my hand through my tangled curly hair.

"My heart's racing a mile a minute." Jeff says shaking his head, he looks like a dog with a screwed up dye job. I look at him and laugh. "What?" he asks looking at me with his head cocked to the side like a dog.

"Nothing...go get dressed Skit." I say before walking out the door.

"What?!" he calls after me as I walk into the bathroom and shut the door in his face. Oui you gotta love him.

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"Matty hurry the hell up in there. I gotta take a shower too, ya know." I hear him whine as I step out of the shower.

"What the hell for you're just gonna get sweaty again." I say opening the door with one hand and holding the towel around me with the other.

"Offering?" he says causing me to arch an eyebrow. The look on my face must be pretty damn funny because he bursts out laughing and walks into the bathroom leaving the door open. I'm rooted to the spot that I'm in blinking like a complete and utter fool.

Finally the part of my brain the controls my mobility starts working again and I take a step forward but do an about- face and walk into the bathroom closing the door lightly behind me. Jeff is clad only in his black boxers playing with the knobs on the faucet getting the tempter just right which for him is more than likely steaming hot. He puts his hand in the spray of water then jerks it back out with a curse before playing with the knobs again.

I stand there watching him bent over the tub and I realize that I'm staring at his ass which ain't a bad sight at all. I also realize that I'm getting hard very quickly. I watch him take off his boxers and step into the shower not noticing me at all. A very naughty idea goes through my head and I walk toward the shower, pulling back the shower curtain and dropping the towel to the floor at the same time.

Jeff has already begun to shampoo his hair and the smell of lavender is thick and sweet. His eyes are closed tightly to avoid getting any in his eyes and I can't help but smile at that. I step in behind him wrapping my arms around his waist and his hands stop in the middle of what they're doing.

"I'm offering." I whisper my mouth near his ear. I feel his body tremble against mine as he reaches out a hand to grab the shampoo bottle and hands it to me. I smile and place a quick peck against his cheek before kneeling, placing the shampoo bottle on the floor of the shower and turn him around.

"Matty what are you doing?" he asks in a breathless tone. I look up at him and smile before placing a finger to my lips to silence him which he quickly does. I then turn my attention to his already throbbing erection and lick my lips. I feel his gaze on me unwavering and I spread his legs. He puts his hand on him shoulder to keep himself balanced and a slight whimper comes from him as I place a gentle kiss on his inner thigh. His hand tightens on my shoulder just this side of pain as I trace small circles on his thigh with my tongue moving up slowly.

I roll my eyes upward as his gasps to see his face. His head is thrown back into the spray of warm water cascading over both of our bodies. The lather of shampoo that was in his hair earlier is no longer there and I can't tell if his eyes are open or closed. I reach out with my right hand to grab the already open shampoo bottle and squeeze some onto two of my fingers. I place my left hand against his lower back as I finish coating my right fingers.

"Wider." I say my voice already husky with desire, he spreads his legs farther apart looking down at me with curiosity shining in his eyes. I lick a straight line up his inner thigh to his cock and he throws his head back and something between a scream and a shout escapes his throat.

"Sweet mother of fucking mercy!" he screams the hand that's on my shoulder tightens as I push the two fingers inside him while simultaneously licking the head of his dick. Did I mention that Jeff is hung like a horse well actually more like a mammoth. I take him in my mouth but not all since his too large for me. Hey I've only done this a few times alright.

I began to thrust my fingers in and out of him at a fast rhythm doing the same with my mouth and his nails dig into my shoulder painfully but I don't mind.

"Matty...Oh God....I can't....I won't....last..." he says through panted breaths as I keep doing what I'm doing. I finally stop all together removing my fingers and mouth from his body. I grab the shampoo bottle and stand up squeezing some in my hands while looking at him. His gaze goes down to my hand rubbing shampoo on myself with my right hand. I moan at the sensation and feel him shiver with anticipation. He gaze wonders back up to me as he steps closer. I move my hands to the back of his thighs and lifts him putting his back against the wall. His legs wraps around my waist as I move a hand between us and position myself against his entrance.

"Hard." he says laying his head on my shoulder and with that one word I thrust into him as hard and as quick as I can. His teeth sinks into my shoulder as I pull out of him and thrust fully inside him. I find a fast, hard rhythm just as we both like it. The sound of flesh hitting flesh becomes constant and fills the whole room as do our breathless cries.

My right hand reaches between us as I grip him and began stroking his cock at the same speed as my thrusting. His fingernails rake my back and the warm feeling of blood trickles down as he comes coating my hand with his fluids. His body clenches down on me squeezing tightly and I throw my head back and scream his name. The word echos through the tiled room and my knees give out causing us to slide to the floor in a boneless, sweaty, panting heap. I feel his heart thudding against his chest and against mine and mine doing the same. I lean my head against the edge of the tub trying to catch my breath.

He looks at me after a few moments still breathing a little rapid but almost normal. "Sorry." he says touching the bite mark lightly. I shake my head .

"Don't be I'm not. Besides you have one too." I say motioning at his shoulder I touch the wound and come away with blood and show it to him. He smiles and lays his head in the crook of my neck.

"Matty?" he says against my skin which causes me to shiver.

"Yeah Skit?"

"Turn off the water it's cold." he says shivering which causes me to thrust my hips into him. He screams against my neck and grabs the edge of the tub.

"Don't do that." he says after he stops panting.

"Then stop shivering and get off."

"Hey you just got me off. Now you wanna go again." he says raising his head and looking at me mischievously.

"Even I did. I don't have the energy and we don't got the time."

He smiles at me and gets up a little shakily to turn off the water. I have to use the edge of the tub to support me as I stand. "Your back is bleeding." he says turning off the water. I shrug and wince as pain shoots down my spine.

"I'll be ok." I say stepping over the edge.

"Hey Matty? Don't call me skit."

"Sure thing Angel." I say with a slight smirk.

"Okay you can call me Skit but not that." he says pointing a finger as he steps out of the shower.

"Why not that's what you are. My Demented little Angel." I say the last part in a baby voice before grabbing the towel from the floor and running towards the door. I fling it open and run down the stairs with him running after me.....

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