It was one of those nights...you know the ones. Where the air was thick with tension...or maybe the anticipation of what was to come. The moon was lending an almost eery quality to the quiet atmosphere of the house. It's light penetrating the dense, Carolina forest to cast a silvery glow the the curtains to fall across the figure asleep in the bed. The windows had been left open to allow a slight breeze in.

Lost in his own hazy dreamworld, the dark haired beauty sprawled out on the king-sized bed was oblivious to the individual who had quietly slipped past the locked doors and upstairs into his private living space.

The solitary figure was seated in the corner of the dark bedroom, his interest solely fixed on the bed's occupant. Outfitted in an old Hardyz t-shirt and a pair of faded, well-worn jeans, he leaned back in the chair and sighed deeply. He took in every minute detail of his subject, who was presently lying naked in the middle of the bed, long legs tangled in the red satin sheets. Pillows were scrunched under the sleeping man's head and upper torso. Any other covers had been pushed aside and onto the floor in an attempt to escape the suffocating heat of the August summer night. Every inch of the six-foot plus man was exposed to the moon's illumination.

And to the lustful imagination of the uninvited guest...

Hidden in the shadows, a silent, heated gaze followed every movement that was made. Long, midnight tresses trailed over his shoulders to fall in a messy tangle upon the pillows, perfect for tangling one's hands in. His face was turned away, so he could not see the classicly handsome features, but he knew every detail of it by heart...the deep, dark chocolate eyes...high cheeksbones...the cute slightly tipped up nose...full, sweet lips that always looked kiss-swollen...lips he once spent hours tasting.

He saw every rise of the finely muscled chest expanding at each breath inhaled. Taking note of each inch of bronze skin flowing across the broad, muscled shoulders...sliding down to the powerful arms that had once held him so safe. Safe from unseen adversaries that had wanted to separate them...safe from the prying eyes and cruel judgment of others who couldn't understand the love they shared...

Shaking his head to clear it of the negative direction his thoughts were traveling in, he refocused his attention to move on to more pleasing sights. He moved on down to the calloused, work roughened hands that could bring such unbelievable pleasure with a single touch. Hands that had always been there to help him back to his feet whenever he had fallen.

Further down to the long fingers that would lightly trace each of his own features. Touching him hesitantly...almost afraid that he would break if he was too rough. Other times gently brushing away tears of unhappiness and pain that he couldn't keep hidden from his older sibling...Tears that his own sibling had caused when he left him behind to go on his own...leaving him alone to deal with a world that didn't understand him...He felt the tears start to well up again as he looked at the brother who had sworn he would never abandon him...who had promised to never love another...

Blinking rapidly, he forced back the painful memory and continued his visual journey.

The chest commanded his attention next. Tanned and muscular were the words that immediately lept to his mind...Dark pink nipples were peaking amidst the sparse hair feathered there. Nipples that he had nibbled and sucked on until they were swollen from the attention bestowed upon them. The very same nipples that now were waiting for the heat of his mouth...the wet velvety tongue coaxing the peaks into tight buds....sharp teeth sinking in and pulling slightly...the pain brief but intensely pleasureable...

Biting his lip, he tore his gaze away. A low moan had slipped unnoticed from his full lips. Closing his eyes, his head fell forward as if too heavy to hold upright any longer. His chin landed against his own heaving chest as memories of nights filled with heated passion filled his mind. Fleeting images of the hot, sweaty chest brushing against his own made his breath quicken. His heart racing. He felt the familiar thick, sensual heat flood thru his lower abdomen...hands that had been resting on his thighs clenching into fists in order to fight the desire...the need to touch him...

His Matty....

The jade-colored eyes flickered open and looked down slightly, taking in the soft swell of the abdomen, the rounded contours of the hips. A smile touched his lips as he recalled how the sleeping man would blushingly protest against his professions of unequaled beauty. His lover would always proclaim that he was too plain...too fat to be considered beautiful by anyone. Countless times he had strived to show the self-conscious man that it was only in Matt's view that he was unattractive or unwanted and that beauty was indeed in the eye of the beholder...and in his eyes, he was absolutely perfect...

He could almost feel the satiny texture sliding against the palms of his hands as he caressed every part of him. Reaching behind to cup the full globes of his ass. Feeling the heat of his skin as he trailed his fingertips down the valley between his cheeks. Deliberately avoiding the hot, sweet heaven that he knew laid there. The slight tensing of muscles as he leaned down to brush his lips on the skin below his navel. The quick intake of breath whenever his tongue snaked out to explore the little cavern located there. Slowly trailing along the silky line of hair to the treasure below.

Jeff unconsciously slid his right hand underneath the loose t-shirt he was wearing. He licked his lips as he fantasized about leaning over and letting his mouth wander over the thickly muscled thighs to the insides of them where paradise awaited him. His fingertips grazed his own swollen nipples, drawing forth a gasp as his body responded to his familiar touch. His fevered body needed this. A fleeting feeling of depression washed over him when he acknowledged that it was only his hand doing the exploring...not Matt's.

The man on the bed shifted slightly, his head turning towards the windows...to where his baby brother sat watching him. Jeff snapped back to the present. He narrowed his eyes and searched Matt's face for any signs of awakening. He found none. He didn't want Matt to wake up and find him here, in his bedroom, in the place he no longer was welcomed...Matt snored lightly, assuring Jeff that he hadn't been caught.

Jeff's breathing quickened and his pulse accelerated as he returned his intense gaze to his brother's body. He slid his left hand over to rest on the fly of his faded jeans. Giving the rapidly growing bulge underneath a few squeezes, he popped the button and eased the zipper down. He moaned when his hardened cock was finally freed from the tight fitting jeans. He hadn't bothered with underwear...they would have only gotten in the way. Eyes glazed over with lust fell to rest on his beauty's groin.

Slowly, his slid his left hand up his shaft and collected the precum that was leaking from the head. He spread the pearly liquid down to use as lubrication...gaze firmly planted on the naked form of his older brother...Jeff shuddered as his hand moved up and down his cock...his hips bucking upwards, forcing his hard cock into his hand...long, slow strokes...drawing out the exquisite pleasure...wishing desperately that it was Matt's hand.

Jeff's attention flew to Matt's face when he shifted again, mumbling something in his sleep...this time Matt's right hand moved from its position on the bed to rest on his lower abdomen. Jeff watch him closely, he noticed that his hand was sliding towards his thickening cock...the tips of his fingers almost touching the thick, dark hair that surrounded it. He watched as it hardened...growing longer and thicker with every passing second. The very same cock that Jeff still craved. The beautiful cock he would lovingly lick and stroke...lightly sucking on the tip until Matt would tangle his fingers in Jeff's long hair and beg for him to go faster...take him deeper...suck harder. Jeff could remember exactly how loud Matt's voice would get as he got closer and closer to cumming...how sweet Matt tasted. He licked his suddently dry lips as he became caught up in the memories.

Jeff moaned a little louder this time. His body ached with the frustration of not being able to explore what was so openly displayed before him. His fingertips itched with the need to touch every inch of his desire...his love. His love he could no longer have...but that would soon change.

Bracing his feet on the floor, Jeff continued with the fantasy. His cock began to throb...he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold off his orgasm for very long...he never could when it came to Matt. The need for his brother was severe and soul shattering. Just like it always had been, ever since he was a teenager. Barely sixteen and lusting after his older, more mature brother. Loving him in a way he shouldn't. The same brother that had told him he felt the same way...the same agony of not being able to touch him the way he wanted to...they way he needed to. To show him how much he loved him in return.

His Matty..

His hand moved faster as he focused on his brother's peaceful face. On his full lips... that lush mouth that used to drive him crazy. All the times he had dreamed of feeling those lips pressed against his again....moving down to nibble on the skin of his neck. Teasing little bites applied to his chest. Jeff arched his back and moaned Matt's name. His fingers took on the role of Matt's...searching out all the spots that would make him gasp...reaching over to pluck at his nipples. His chest heaving with the exertion of breathing. Sweat pouring from his overheated body. The hand gliding along his cock moved in shorter, faster strokes. He closed his eyes as his body began to tense. He was so close...

The dark mocha eyes of the man sleeping on the bed watched as his baby brother pleasured himself. He had known Jeff was there...watching him sleep. He bit his own lip to keep quiet as he took in the sight in front of him...Jeff sitting on a chair in the corner, head thrown back, t-shirt pulled up to expose his furry chest...one hand tugging his own nipples into hard peaks. The other hand moving furiously on his thick cock, trying to make himself cum...Matt's name a litany on his lips, begging him to make him cum...

Matt curled his hands so he wouldn't touch himself and draw Jeff's attention away from what he was doing. He didn't want to spoil this. His knuckles turned white with the effort. It had been too long since he has seen his Jeffy lost in the throes of a mind blowing orgasm...since he heard his name on those sweet lips.

Suddenly Jeff let out a ragged moan that sounded almost unhuman. His eyes flew wide open as he reached his peak. Matt's name accompanied each spurt of cum that landed on his chest and stomach. Jeff panted as he stroked every last drop out of his cock, making the orgasm last a little longer...not anywhere near ready to let the feeling go yet. Slowly he managed to catch his breath. Lifting his hand to his mouth and licked off what cum was there. A quiet "I love you Matty" could barely be heard over the pounding of his heart...but heard it was.

Matt shut his eyes as Jeff started to get his bearings back and straighten his clothing. Reluctantly he tucked his softened cock back into place, quietly zipping his jeans and pulled his shirt down to cover the cum that was still remained on his flushed skin. He would need to take a shower later...He took a couple of deep breaths to calm his breathing and heart beat.

With a sigh, he stood up on shaky legs and moved to where his brother lay. He leaned down and softly brushed his lips across Matt's forward and whispered, "Soon, Matty...very soon. One of these nights you will belong to me again..." he paused a moment. "And this time I'm not letting you go." With one last glance down the length of the beauty laid before him, he turned and headed for the door before he gave in and crawled into bed with his brother. He needed to get out of there before Matt woke up and kicked his ass out.

The door shut softly and the the raven-haired man looked up to make sure Jeff had actually left before letting out a pitiful moan. This wasn't the first time he had caught Jeff in his bedroom late at night when he thought Matt was sleeping. But usually Jeff would be content to just sit and watch Matt sleep, never making a sound...never venturing to play out the fantasies and memories that still remained to haunt him.

Matt let his let himself replay everything that had just taken place. Without hesitation he reached down and gripped his cock tightly, stroking it fast...searching for his own release now that Jeff had left. It didn't take long. Waves of pleasure washed over him as he came long and hard. Too soon it was over and he laid back with a very contented sigh.

Now that he was home for the next six months or so with his knee injury, he wondered if there would be more of these nights...

The End