Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Inside Out ❯ Too Far ( Chapter 3 )

 

 

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The nightmare came, just like it did every night. That was, every night he actually slept.

It started out like a normal dream, with the large fields and wide expanse of blue, cloudless skies. Trees surrounded the vicinity, creating something along the lines of a border in the field, and nothing but the warm breeze and the soft chirp of birds filled the air. Peaceful some would say. Serene, even. But Elias knew what to expect. And it came, as he stood in the center of it all, fists tight at his sides and his back rigid. It came, just like it always did.

 

That foul odor, like the stench of a rotting corpse, and then the groans that followed. The grass beneath his feet died slowly; turning from a lush healthy green into a dark, muddy brown. Smoke rose from the forests beyond, and the panic that swelled inside of Elias's chest was nearly painful. He knew it was a dream, but as he started to run, run away from the blackness that followed, his mind screamed, why can't I wake up? Why can't I wake up?

 

Thrashing around madly, Elias's eyes shot open when he hit the floor. Body in a mass of twisted sheets, he struggled momentarily, sleep still fogging his mind, to free himself from his bindings. Chest heaving, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat, he raked his hands through his damp hair and stared at the ceiling. The dream was fading. Fading like it always did, as did the fear that accompanied it. What had he dreamt about? What was it? What was it? It slipped from his mind. Just like that.

 

Propping himself up onto his elbows, Elias struggled to focus on his clock that sat upon his bedside table. 12:30 am. How had he fallen asleep?! Getting to his knees, he grumbled to himself. He had fallen asleep! He hadn't intended to do that. Now it was too late to do his homework or have a shower. His stomach, which was protesting loudly to his previous decision about skipping dinner, led him to wager it would be safe if he snuck downstairs to get a bowl of cereal. And with a wary glance to his clock, he got to his feet and headed for his door.

 

-

 

He wasn't accustomed to coming down here at night. His elbow, knee and toe had made a friendly acquaintance with the wall, the banister and the corner of the living room couch.

By the time he actually managed to get to the kitchen, he was wishing he'd just gone back to bed.

 

A growling stomach was quick to change his decision, and he marched purposefully (and blindly) into the darkened kitchen. His bare feet were cold on the linoleum floor, and a chill ran down his spine. He had to find the damned light before he got anywhere.

He grimaced as his plan, get in, eat, get out, was pretty much ripped to shreds.

He was a klutz. Meandering about in a pitch-black kitchen, regardless of the fact that he'd lived there for all of his fourteen years, was not something he should be doing. Especially when he was prone to accidents and injuries that if it were any other person, would not happen.

 

He changed his mind yet again however, as his hands fell upon the fridge door. Yanking it open, he squinted in the warm, soft glow of the light inside, and he rummaged around the contents. After finding his designated item (the milk) he closed the door and turned around.

 

“What are you doing up?”

 

Fear gripped him then and another chill ran down his spine. Except this time, it wasn't because of the cold floor.

 

His grip slackened on the milk, and it would have surely fell to the floor had Lucas not stepped forward and caught it. This brought their bodies closer however, and Elias's back dug into the counter as he tried to put as much distance between them as he could without being too obvious.

 

Setting the milk onto the tabletop beside Elias, Lucas tilted his head. He had opened one of the blinds in the kitchen, and a pale shaft of moonlight filtered in through it. He could barely make out his features, and he winced when Lucas lifted his hand.

 

“Why are you up? You were sleeping when I got home.”

 

An icy feeling swept over Elias. It wasn't even one O'clock yet. Why was he home so early? Deciding against voicing his thoughts, Elias cleared his throat and tried to keep his voice from cracking as he spoke.

 

“I was hungry.”

“Hungry?”

 

Despite the dim lighting, Elias was able to see that familiar smirk cross Lucas's lips, and the fear that had seized him previously, returned with fervor. He shifted away from him as he inched closer, but was caught between Lucas's body, the counter and the side of the fridge. How stupid was he, to get himself cornered like this? Although he could sense what was coming. And these things were usually inevitable. Especially if his brother `felt' like it.

 

“You had a nightmare again,” he stated as he leaned over Elias to open the cupboards. As he did, he reached inside and pulled out two bowls. Setting them on the counter, he turned away from the dumbstruck boy to get their preferred choice of cereal. Lucky Charms.

 

“How'd you know about my nightmares?” Elias inquired suspiciously, cautiously, remaining where he was. His worry had returned, and he wasn't exactly sure of what was going on.

 

“I heard you hit the floor. I came home early tonight.”

“Why?”

“I dropped out of my night class.”

 

Those seven words froze Elias on the spot. He… dropped out?

 

“B-but that means that you're coming home earlier.”

“Yeah.”

 

Lucas looked to him as he set the bowls onto the kitchen table, and dropping into his seat, he leaned back extending his long legs. His left hand rested on the table, and his right rested idly in his lap. Elias inched forward and cautiously slipped into the seat adjacent him. He began to eat quietly, making sure that he was alert incase his brother moved.

 

“Do you want to sleep with me?”

 

He nearly choked on his mouthful of Lucky Charms.

 

“S-s-s-s-sleep with you?”

“Well, I don't think mom would appreciate you falling off of the bed again. You're loud, you know.”

 

He was glad for the darkness because his face grew hot, and Elias knew he was blushing.

He should say no. He had the right to say no. After everything that he'd pit him through, asking this was … ironically, out of the question.

 

“Okay.”

 

Yeah, Elias ventured as he finished off his cereal, he was stupid.

 

-

 

After changing from his clothes into appropriate sleepwear, Elias had followed Lucas shyly and timidly into his bedroom. A sense of doom came over him as the door closed, and he was beginning to have second thoughts. Lucas he pulled him over to the bed however, and as always, his own strength was nothing compared to his brothers.

He fell onto the bed beside him, and his breath caught.

 

Lucas draped on arm around his waist and pulled him closer, resting his chin atop the crown of his head. This was new. Elias couldn't remember doing this since…well, ever.

Was it really okay? He was fourteen after all (too old to sleep with anyone because of nightmares). He wasn't used to these circumstances. He found himself growing almost suspicious as he lay there. Why was he being so nice?

Was this even his brother? In the silence of the room, Elias could hear Lucas's heartbeat, and he lifted his hands hesitantly to curl into fists through the material of his shirt.

 

Lucas's hand began a small circular motion on his lower back, and strangely, the anxiety that had accompanied him all day and the day prior, left him. This was almost funny.

He was so worried about avoiding him, about being near him, and yet here he was, lying on his bed. Beside him. And he felt fine. Oh God, something was definitely wrong with him. Was he sick in the head? Did he secretly want this? No. He didn't want it. He didn't want the humiliation or the shame that came with what happened between them.

 

But something like this. An innocent thing.

Closing his eyes, Elias grew still at the thought of Lucas and that God-awful smirk he'd worn on his face.. He wore it too often in front of him, but when he was with Sheek, he always seemed to be smiling. A streak of jealousy swam through his veins, leaving him surprised and confused momentarily. Why did he feel like this? He shouldn't feel this way. It wasn't right.

 

Cool fingers crept up the hem of his shirt, a sensation that felt all too familiar. Withdrawing from his brother, Elias looked up at him. His eyes were closed, and he didn't have to expel much energy into pulling him back to him. He smiled to himself. Not the cruel, satisfied smirk he usually donned, but it was a… warm smile.

 

“Relax, Elias.”

 

They lay there in silence, Lucas's hand continuing its rhythm on his back.

The quiet was a comfortable one, not the usual with Curtis. There wasn't anything that really needed to be said between them, and Elias would have gone on happily with it if it were not for the thought that suddenly plagued his mind. Almost afraid to ask it, he titled his head back.

 

“Lucas…”

“Mmm?”

“The other night.. Um… when you called me a whore. Did you mean it?”

 

His eyes opened, and they were so narrowed that Elias immediately regretted asking.

Here they were, having maintained some sort of comfort with one another, and he had to go and bring that up. Why did he always have to ruin a moment? Especially when it was a nice one with his brother. And, when it came to such moments, they were depleting faster then a stoners brain cells.

 

“I mean--- I was just---”

 

He was silenced as a pair of lips descended upon his, and his mind went blank.

The hand that had been caressing him so soothingly slipped from his back to his front, and he was pushed to his back as his brother's palm pressed flat against his chest.

Lucas held himself above him as he pulled back slightly, their lips merely inches apart. There was something different in his eyes.

 

Elias didn't know what it was, but it wasn't … frightening, like he expected it to be.

 

“Do you think I meant it?”

Color rushed to his cheeks, and Elias looked away. Embarrassed, he blinked several times before taking a shaky breath.

 

“I—I don't know. You always say these mean things, and I don't know what you want—I don't know why you hate me.”

“I don't hate you.”

Hurt and confusion swelled inside of him, and Elias turned to look back at Lucas. His eyes were fixed onto his face, and although there was no cruelty in his expression, Elias wasn't convinced about his sincerity.

 

“I don't hate you Elias.”

“Then why do you---”

 

His words were cut off again as Lucas pressed their mouths together.

It wasn't a harsh kiss like the last time. It was gentle, and this only confused Elias more as the kiss deepened, and Lucas's hands pulled his arms above his head. He was about to protest, and rather loudly too, if it weren't for the fact that after breaking the kiss and easing the shirt off of Elias's body, he let go of his arms.

 

Shivering in the coolness of his brother's room, Elias looked down at his shirt, which his brother had promptly discarded on the floor. Not again, he thought frantically. I don't want to do this anymore!

 

And then they were kissing. But this time, Elias could not hold back his tears. And as their lips met again and again, he didn't really care that he was crying.

Lucas's lips brushed over his cheeks and his eyes, before their hands interlocked. He no longer supported himself above Elias, and their bodies molded together as Lucas pushed apart his knees.

 

It didn't really occur to him what was going on, only that the desperate kissing and the feather light touches that his brother had previously given him were new. And it frightened him because they felt so good, because he was beginning to want them.

Not like the want before, the want for release, but he wanted his brother's touch.

Oh God, what was wrong with him?

 

Lucas's grip slackened on Elias's hands, and he moved them to travel over the boy's sides. Elias used this as an opportunity to wrap his arms around his shoulders. Lucas moved from the boy's lips to the corner of his mouth, and then down to the shell of his ear, where his breath, which had grown heavy, sent shivers along the surface of Elias's skin.

 

He didn't try to hold back the soft pant that was elicited from his throat as his brother's hands roamed back up his chest and found his nipples. The pads of his fingers brushed over them repeatedly, and still so unaccustomed to these attentions, Elias writhed underneath him.

 

Lucas smiled before lowering his head from his ear to where his fingers had previously been, and Elias's grip tightened around his brother's neck. Yeah, this was wrong on so many levels. He had no one to blame this time except for himself. But it wasn't fair. Why did it have to feel so good? He briefly recalled Curtis saying that life wasn't fair. That it sucked. And he had to agree. He wasn't a homosexual. He didn't like his brother like that. But he had started to question this over and over again throughout the passed three weeks or so.

 

Every time he saw him, his heart rate picked up. His cheeks would grow hot.

He couldn't look him in the eye. Elias had always managed to blame it on what went on with them, convince himself that he was ashamed, embarrassed. And he was. But for entirely different reasons. Not the reasons one might think. No, it was because was beginning to suspect that he harbored more then just brotherly feelings for Lucas.

 

He froze when the object of his thoughts began to pull down the hem of his shorts.

His arms slid from around Lucas, and he dug the heels of his palms into his eye sockets.

What am I doing? What am I doing? What are we doing?

“Lucas stop,” he moaned, shaking his head. Lucas didn't comply, (Elias would have been shocked if he had) and proceeded to tug down his pants. Extending shaking hands, he grappled at his wrists and although Elias knew he couldn't exactly get him to let go, the firmness of his grip must have alerted Lucas that something was wrong.

 

Looking up, he blinked, his dark brow drawing together in a frown.

 

“What?”

 

“What are you doing?”

 

A chuckle slid passed his lips and he leaned forward to kiss Elias's stomach.

Without warning, he yanked the boy's pants down to his knees and sat back to work on his own.

 

“You.”

 

“W-wait, we can't do this!” he hissed.

“Why not?”

 

Long, slim fingers plucked delicately at the button of his jeans, working the fly downwards. He pushed the fabric down a good ways before pulling off his shirt, and Elias fell silent. Envy once more consumed him at the sight of his brother's lean, but physically fit form. Leaning forward, he fumbled for his shorts. Fingers closing around the elasticized waist, he meant to tug them up but was pushed down so roughly that it knocked the breath out of him.

 

“I'm not stupid, Elias. And I know you're not stupid, either.”

“What does that me-- aaaah.”

Pain swam through his nerves as Elias bit his swollen lip. His brother was unrelenting as he curled his fingers about his arousal and began a firm but painfully slow rhythm.

“It's kind of obvious. To me, anyway.”

He chuckled before leaning over him and pressing his lips to his ear.

“You look so cute when you blush, you know?”

“Stop it.”

 

His voice lacked conviction, however, and spots danced in front of his eyes.

There was something different about his brother's touch tonight. He was being more gentle. It wasn't the animalistic way he had handled him the previous time. More … coaxing. Almost as if he was trying to get him to change his decision.

Elias groaned and he curled his fingers into fists around the sheets, cursing his resolve.

How pathetic was he? Letting his brother win him over with a good hand job.

 

“You're so sensitive, too. Like if I did something like this…”

 

Slowly, he brought his hand over Elias's erection and applying more pressure then he'd done before, gave a firm, long stroke. Involuntarily, the boys back arched off of the bed and a whine slipped out of his throat before he could even think about shutting his mouth.

Eyelids fluttering, Elias briefly considered letting this go further. He felt feverish, but that was probably from the excessive amount of blushing he was doing.

 

He couldn't let it go further, even though he wanted it to go further.

His stomach was pressed into the sheets and he realized that Lucas had turned him around. Frightened, he tried to push himself to his knees but was pushed back onto his front. Lucas's weight held him down. His hands roamed Elias's body, and then unexpectedly, the most strange and unfamiliar sensation caused the boy to jump.

The sheets muffled his surprised yelp as Lucas inserted a finger into his rectum. The immediate discomfort that followed caused Elias to instinctively lean forward.

Lucas's free hand held his hip however, which prevented him from moving away as he drove the finger deeper inside.

 

“You need to relax,” Lucas breathed as he inserted yet another digit.

“This will hurt a lot less if you do.”

“Kind of hard,” Elias quipped in an irritable pant.

 

Lucas smirked before he twisted his hand ever so slightly, fingers searching for that one sensitive spot he knew would change his brother's mind.

 

“I know.”

 

Pleasure encompassed Elias's entire being, and without warning, his nerves suddenly felt on fire. His breath caught before a throaty moan, which he tried to muffle with the sheets, escaped his lips. It happened again, and Elias pressed back against Lucas's intruding fingers. What was he doing, exactly?

 

“There we go.”

 

Lucas seemed satisfied, and Elias was about to question what had just happened when something hard, something big, pressed against his backside once his fingers were removed. His brother leaned forward, and a searing pain along Elias's lower abdomen caused him to stiffen, and he clenched the sheets between trembling hands.

 

“Relax,” Lucas encouraged, holding tightly onto his brothers hips as he continued to ease forward. Tears stung his eyes, and Elias bit his lip. The pain (from his lip) was miniscule compared to what his brother was doing now and he inhaled deeply. Relax, relax. That word. Once more becoming a chant inside of his head.

 

He couldn't relax, though, because frankly, it hurt too damned much.

Tears stung his eyes, and Elias began to shake his head as his brother continued to ease into him. It hurt. It hurt a lot.

 

“It hurts,” he bit out, his face pressed into the mattress.

“I'm almost done,” Lucas informed, and without warning, he leaned over Elias and drove his hips forward. Elias was sure that if he had been anywhere other then his brother's room, his cry would have woken up their mother.

 

Lucas didn't move after that, yet remained still. Elias figured it was safe to guess that he was letting him get used to it. The pain subsided, which allowed him to focus on the current sensations running through his body. His brother was leaning over him, his breathing light, and Elias shifted ever so slightly.

He was surprised when he brother's breath caught, and he fell still once more.

Frightened to do anything else.

 

“Does it hurt anymore?”

 

He almost debated saying `yes', just so that he could prevent what he knew was coming. The silence that followed his question stretched, before the boy took a shaky breath and shook his head.

 

“No.”

 

He gasped when Lucas withdrew, before easing back into him.

Gritting his teeth, Elias waited for the pain to come. It was there, but it was something like his thoughts had been. Floating in the background, nothing but an annoyance.

 

“Oh.”

 

And that was when it started.

 

With every thrust of his hips, Elias knew that Lucas was going to go harder then the last. His backside burned, but he could honestly admit to himself as he was rammed into the sheets, that hearing his brother groan, knowing that he was the reason for it, was incredibly satisfying.

 

 

-*-

 

Their panting and the sounds of flesh against flesh was perhaps the only thing that he could hear. He didn't give a damn about the cars that blared their horns, or the sounds of other traffic along the streets of their neighborhood. He only cared about the boy who was growing more flaccid beneath his movements. He also took note that his grip still remained painfully firm on the bed sheets below him, and a smirk was drawn along his sculpted lips. It was enticed further when a low, involuntary whine escaped Elias's throat, so with one final decision, Lucas angled his thrusts.

 

He knew he had found the boys prostate the moment Elias's hips rocked back instinctively against him. His grip tightened on his narrow hips as he pulled him more firmly against his own. He continued to thrust, unrelenting, towards the momentary bliss he could feel was coming.

 

Elias's breathing was becoming panicked, and Lucas could tell that from the way his face was pressed into the mattress, by the whiteness of his knuckles as he clung to the bed sheets as if for his life, that he was close as well. And despite his sudden light-headedness, he did not relent. He continued to ram into that sweet spot, reveling in the helpless way his brother mewled, until his body stiffened at the final moment, his brother's walls tightening around him. Chest heaving, the low, animalistic moan that escaped his lips was involuntary as he collapsed on top of his exhausted brother.

 

The boy was still under him, although his heavy breathing matched his own, and pressing a chaste, lingering kiss at the nape of his neck, Lucas withdrew from him and fell onto his back.

 

Funny. Had there ever been stars on his ceiling before?

The sleepiness that always came after a powerful orgasm overcame him, but he struggled to grasp at his thoughts before slipping into unconsciousness. One in particular, actually. It was floating around his mind, there and then gone, there and then gone. What was it? He knew if he could just think of it, it would explain why there was a sudden sense of dread, foreboding, building up inside of him.

 

Turning his head, he looked to Elias, who remained still at his side, face still pressed into the sheets. His shoulders shook, and Lucas couldn't discern whether it was from crying or... something else. Rolling over, he extended an arm before wrapping it around his brother's lithe figure, and drew him close. No protest was given, and he pressed the younger boy against his chest, and closed his eyes.

 

Elias lay still in his arms, and it wasn't long before Lucas gave up the effort to keep himself awake. Lids slipping closed, he pressed his mouth to the top of the younger boys head before succumbing to the pleasant darkness.

 

And only when he was there, drifting in between sleep and wakefulness did he grasp the thought.

 

You've gone too far.

 

 

 

 

 

A/N: All right, well here it is. I'm a little embarrassed at the quality of this chapter, considering it took me two days to write. I had intentions to make a more “sexier” scene between Elias and Lucas but I figured that could wait until later chapters. (Probably the next. XD ) Anyway! Here it is. I hope you like it.

 

R&R PLEASE! It makes me feel special and encourages me to write moooore~!