Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Little Prayer ❯ Sunday ( Chapter 3 )

When Angel woke up on Sunday, he found himself in his own bed, instead of in his brother's, where they slept on weekends. He looked around worriedly. Why was he in his room? Where was his brother? Had he done something wrong? Was he being punished? Were they done? His brother had said something about a surprise today, but he might have done something wrong and lost it. He carefully walked over to the door and peered into the hallway. If he was being punished, it was best not to agitate his brother further.

“Jake?” He called. “Where are you?”

“I'm in the kitchen, Baby.”

Angel quickly ran down the stairs and into Jake's arms.

“Master, did I do something bad?” Angel asked, worried.

“What? No! Why do you think that?” Jake wondered, confused.

“How come you moved me to my room?” Angel was near tears.

Jake smiled and knelt down to look Angel in the eye. “I have a surprise in our room and didn't want to spoil it for you.”

Angel looked up hopefully. “So you're not upset?”

“Of course not, Baby. Now, eat breakfast and we can go upstairs.”

Angel hungrily devoured the breakfast food that Jake had prepared. After a half hour of, nearly literarily, inhaling their food, Jake and Angel raced up the stairs and halted at the bedroom door. Jake slowly turned the doorknob before the door swung open and Angel gasped.

Jake had always been romantic; bringing presents and other things to Angel, always making sure that he was satisfied before allowing himself to come. But he'd never decorated as he did now; candle's were lit all over the room and Angel swore he saw rose petals on the bed. A bit cliché, but Jake said “never mess with the classics”. Jake scooped Angel up in his arms, carrying him across the room to gently set him on the comforter before disappearing into the connected bathroom. While he was gone, Angel confirmed his suspicion of rose petals.

Jake leaned his head in from the bathroom, instructing Angel to take off his shirt and lie on his stomach. Angel did as he was told and waited for Jake to reveal what he was planning. He didn't have to wait long; Jake entered after only a moment and straddled his hips. Before Angel could speak, the sent of vanilla filled the air and Jake's hands were warm and slick on his back, thoroughly rubbing the warmed oil into his skin. Angel sighed and rested his head on his folded arms, relaxing completely into Jake's gentle touch. Hands traveled up and down his back, over his shoulders and down his legs. Angel shivered in excitement at the attention he was getting.

Jake put his mouth by Angel's ear and began to speak. “I thought that we could slow things down; have everything nice and gentle.” Done with the massage, Jake turned Angel around to face him. They had left the lights off, but Angel could see his brother's face in the glow of the candles and the mid-morning sun peaking through the blinds.

“So is this my surprise?” Angel questioned.

Jake smiled. “No, only half of it. I thought that we could try more than one new thing out today.” He leaned down and gently captured Angel's lips in a soft kiss. “How would you feel about being on top?”

Angel's eyes widened as they stared into his brother's. Was he serious? Did he want Angel of all people to- Angel gulped and blushed- do what Alex did to him yesterday. The look in Jake's eyes was completely serious and Angel knew for a fact that the expressive green depths could hide nothing from him. After a moment, Angel nodded and Jake slowly rolled to be on his back, Angel on top of him.

Angel rubbed sensitive spots on Jake's body, teasing his nipples and eventually causing his cock to strain against the zipper of the jeans. Angel's hand moved toward his brother's denim cage at a glacial pace, teasing every sensitive area on the way. When Angel got to the crotch of Jake's pants, he cupped the dick with one hand and watched Jake's reactions to dozens of different strokes until the older boy was shuddering and whimpering in arousal. Angel smiled and squeezed the hidden erection slightly harder, causing Jake to shudder and cry out. Angel leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth while Jake wrapped his arms around the smaller shoulders. Angel finally gave Jake some form of relief as he began unzipping the jeans, pulling the zipper down inch by agonizing inch.

When at last the zipper was fully undone, Angel covered the opening with his hand, still not giving the total release that the other desired. “Beg me for it.” Angel commanded.

Jake arched his back and moaned. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please take me.”

Angel smiled as he pulled the pants off of the compliant body, the boxers following shortly, before leaning forward to thoroughly inspect the body beneath him. Jake was panting heavily, his back arched and head thrown back. Jake had always been extremely sensitive and as he looked to the rose petals mingling in his brothers long hair, Angel got an idea.

Picking up a rose petal, he moved the soft material across Jake's body to circle a nipple. Jake gasped and raised himself completely of the bed before crashing back down, causing the bedsprings to squeak angrily in protest. Angel smiled at the reaction before taking the petal over to the nipple's twin, causing Jake to nearly sob in pleasure. His grin turning evil, Angel led the rose petal down the withering body to tease the rock hard cock in between thighs soft enough to be compared to the petal itself. Jake cried out and flung his head from side to side until Angel finally removed the petal.

Angel decided to put an end to the torture for both of them and began digging in the bedside table's drawer for the lube. Making a small, triumphant sound, he pulled out the bottle and thoroughly coated his fingers. He then inserted his finger slowly into the man, his mouth sinking down to cover his cock. Jake panted and arched as Angel added two more fingers in quick succession. After a little searching, Angel found his prize and heard Jake's screaming response. Pulling the fingers out, Angel coated his own cock with the slick substance. Glancing down at himself, and then at Jake, Angel unsnapped the cock ring and threw it over the edge of the bed and, therefore, out of any of his thoughts.

Angel threw back his head and moaned at the sensation of entering his brother. Jake writhing as Angel remained unmoving, savoring the feeling of dominating the older man. He smirked as he made several quick staccato thrusts that threw Jake into a frenzy of cries and curses.

Jake's eyes clenched shut as Angel reached between them and started playing with his balls. The younger leaned in close and whispered in the older's ear. “Cum. You love feeling it. Please, Daddy? I want you to come for me.”

Jake groaned at the words and started writhing anew. Angel smirked again and slammed into the tight channel, causing a scream to bubble out of the submissive's throat. He changed from playing with his balls to stroking his dick, all while whispering things in Jake's ear, overusing the name Daddy spectacularly. He knew that it made Jake horny when he called him that.

Panting and moaning, Jake struggled to hold on to his control, but in between Angel's taking and touching, it was slipping out from between his fingers and there was nothing he could do to stop it. In all honesty, he'd been planning on having Angel take him for months; so long that it had become a fantasy.

Angel could feel Jake teetering on the edge and stroked him rougher, increased the pace of his thrusts and pulled the older into a heated kiss. He swallowed Jake's scream as he came and cried out in return when the tightening caused him enough pleasure to be pushed over the edge.

After the pair had finished their orgasms, Angel collapsed alongside Jake. After he got enough of his strength back, Jake pulled Angle into his chest and cuddled the small body.

Together, they enjoyed the peace of their last hours together before returning to the real world until the next weekend. To face school and teachers with unneeded concern. To face people like Alex and Jamie, who accepted them and even more people who were like Zachary; hardheaded and self-absorbed. To face the fact that the only place where they hug and kiss and touch and express their love was behind closed doors because it was wrong. To face life without their parents' guidance and comforting presence; to face the lack of their mother's homemade cakes and their father's habit of ruffling their hair whenever they passed. But they had each other, and it would somehow be enough to get them through the week until they could return to this room; this moment and sink back into their own make believe world where loving your brother this way was as natural as the sun raising in the morning. Laying in the room with his cheek pressed against Jake's steadily beating heart, Angel knew that Jake would always have a power over him; one strong enough to make him reject the outside world completely. And, with his arms wrapped protectively around Angel, Jake knew that, no matter what happened, if he lost his way, Angel would always guide him back to this world. To their world, where nothing mattered except the feel and taste of one another's skin.

When Jake muttered Angel's name to himself, it was as if it were a prayer to guide him through stressful times and back home, into his Baby's arms in their own make believe world.

 

 

 

 

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