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Spending your entire life as the older brother came with certain perks, when you were the one who had the chance to first blaze a trail.

Rufus was exactly that kind of sibling, and though it wasn't intentional, there were moments when his accomplishments would overshadow his younger brother, forcing poor Jonas to feel like a background character in his own life.

College, however, was proving a great equalizer for the siblings.

"I swear, I am never gonna understand how these equations fit together..."

Rufus wasn't ignorant or stupid by any measure, but he was of such an intellect that getting through high school didn't require much effort.

His final years at the university, however, were proving more than he had the mental capacity for, especially when he was juggling the efforts of staying in shape; keeping up his grades was a necessity to maintain his scholarship status, but if he allowed his body to slide, he'd end up losing his spot on the track team all the same.

"Struggling with three variable equations? Really?"

They didn't share a dorm room together; that would have been too much, but Jonas lived just down the hall from his older brother. There was convenience to have a sibling blaze a trail for you so that you always had a path to reference, but Jonas was trying to use college as his chance to blaze his own trail, and the further along he went, the more he felt like he was going to come into his own by the time he had his degree.

If Rufus didn't pass his classes, however, he might never make it as far as getting a degree in the first place.

"I know this stuff is really easy for you, but I'm not used to having to spend three hours a night on classwork," Rufus admitted. "And it's a lot easier to spend half of that time in the gym when I don't need to spend the other half looking at a textbook."

"Hm."

Jonas didn't want to sound as cold as he was coming across, but if his brother had simply asked him for his help without dragging out the process, he might have been a little more sympathetic to the cause.

Instead, he was sitting at the desk in his brother's dorm room, having just finished up his own studies for the night.

"A real shame that...especially since I'm about to head to the gym myself," Jonas mentioned. The Exveemeon didn't work out to the same degree of intensity as his brother, but he was no slouch: he took care enough of himself that he surely would have turned a few more heads, if he didn't have a thick, bulky Flamedramon hanging around him all the time. "Guess you're just gonna have to skip another workout."

It wasn't malice that caused Rufus to cast such a shadow over his brother, but the convenience of being born first; of having the chance to make his mark first.

Thanks to that, Jonas felt like he had to work so much harder to get even a scrap of attention and appreciation for his accomplishments. For the first time in his life, he was staring down an opportunity to have the upper hand in a quiet sibling rivalry, but his own thirst for vengeance and his brother's pride wouldn't allow them to stop at something as simple as a quick back and forth.

"You know I can't do that, Jonas. If I keep on missing treadmill sessions, my mile time is gonna skyrocket , and I can't afford this place without a scholarship!"

"Guess you'll just have to study harder, then."

Jonas wasn't afraid to leverage his position, but he wanted the request to come as organically as possible.

At that moment, he could almost feel his brother fighting through that desperation, but it was a matter of whether Rufus was willing to swallow his pride to ask his younger sibling for help.

"I plan to study harder than this," Rufus replied. "But that's not gonna be enough to get me back in the gym as often as I need, Jonas."

Little by little, his resolve was crumbling, but Jonas could still see his older brother struggling with the concept of asking his younger sibling for help.

In all their years of having known each other, Jonas couldn't recall a time that Rufus was ever willing to ask for his help, or an occasion where he would have truly needed it. The older sibling always took the lead and carved the path for Jonas, and it showed; he literally wasn't sure how to ask for assistance.

"You could always go to the study hall and ask for private tutoring," Jonas suggested. "I know that costs a little extra, bu-

"Extra that I don't have," Rufus chimed in. "And I can't afford to pay you , either, but...do you think you could do me a solid and help me out with this?"

Rufus knew that Jonas was smarter than he was, but this was the first time he'd come anywhere close to admitting that to his younger sibling.

Just hearing the request was a greater boost of confidence than Jonas ever could have imagined it would be.

"You really want me to help you study, after basically ignoring me for the first two years I was here?" Jonas asked. His tongue was dipped in venom from the start of their conversation, but the sting of the same was finally starting to dig into Rufus, who winced at the sound. "Not to mention the way you've treated me over the course of my whole fucking life..."

Rufus truly didn't believe that he was as cruel to Jonas as the latter believed, but in that moment, the younger brother held all the cards, and all the bargaining chips.

He could teach his brother plenty of tips and tricks to work his way through those final, difficult classes, but he didn't want to give away the farm on the first day.

He could play his hand much longer than that.

"I'm sorry if I haven't been the best brother over the years, dude...but it's not like I've been trying to be a dick to you," Rufus argued. "I'm not even really sure what you're getting at...like...what did I ever do to you?"

"Forcing me to live in your shadow almost my entire life ring any bells?"

Rufus hadn't considered the possibility that Jonas would have ever felt overshadowed by his accomplishments. Truth be told, the older Digimon was always proud of his younger brother for what he'd been able to do with his life, but it was the fact that others hadn't noticed his accomplishments that stung so deeply for Jonas.

Intentionally or not, Rufus had a hand in that fact, and guilt was proving an excellent motivator for the Flamedramon.

"I...I didn't mean for anything like that to happen to you, Jonas."

"That's nice and all, but it doesn't make up for the fact that it happened in the first place...and I'm not just gonna drop that and act like everything is fine, just because you need a little help."

Rufus was trying his best to level with Jonas, but he could tell that his brother was taking their arrangement down a slightly darker path.

The best he could think to do was put on a warm, comforting smile and nod his apology. "You're right, little bro. That wouldn't be fair to you, so...I know me asking you for help doesn't give you the credit you deserve, but I want you to know that I've always really admired you and how you've carried yourself, Jonas. You have a lot to be proud of."

The Exveemon cocked a wicked grin, at that. "Glad that someone's noticed my genius, finally, but just noticing it doesn't make us anywhere near even."

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get us to even, then."

"Just that?" Jonas asked. "No ulterior motives?"

"...I need you help, Jonas. I'm not gonna pretend that isn't part of this."

"Oh, that's completely fair," Jonas concurred. "Awfully convenient that this was the thing that made you finally fess up that you cared about me and respected me, but talk is cheap and frankly, I'm not interested in tying up your wallet over this. I do want to help you, sincerely."

"So...help me, then?"

"I said talk is cheap, dude. I'm not."

Rufus gulped. "I don't know if I like where you're going with this...I'll buy you some meals if you want, but I really don't have a lot of scratch lying around right now, Jonas."

"Just said I wasn't interested in your wallet," Jonas mentioned. "Clearly, you don't listen very well, which would explain why you're struggling with such basic math."

"You don't have to be a dick about this, dude."

"You want me as a private tutor at no financial cost? I'll behave however I want, then," Jonas replied, his expression letting a little more of that hidden venom bleed through. "And you'll behave how I tell you to...you'll dress how I tell you to...and you'll have your lessons when it's convenient for me."

It was to be expected that the brothers knew plenty about each other, having lived so close together for such a long time. There were awkward moments aplenty between the pair, but most of them were the kinds of things you'd expect to happen between teenage boys growing up in a loaded, family household.

As grown adults and college students, those moments were fewer and farther between, but the ones that had occurred as of late were popping up in Rufus' mind, leaving him to worry about his brother's change in direction.

"Jonas, did you...d-did you just say you'd tell me how to dress?"

"Sure did. I don't want you distracted with your looks when I'm trying to hammer a lesson home," Jonas explained. "For the record...you're expecting to have the dorm to yourself tonight, right?"

"What's that got to do w-

"Because I think you'll find it easier to study in the nude."

There was no denying the direction his younger brother was trying to take things any longer.

Rufus never had a problem with Jonas being bisexual: he even supported him when he came out about his preferences, but until that point, he'd known himself to be straight as an arrow.

The revelation that his brother was bisexual ended up shaking his own foundations a little bit, and over the years, he'd wondered if spending so much time around men, notably those in a similar shape to his own, might have influenced his preferences in a way he hadn't realized.

"I'm not playing this game with you, Jonas. This...t-this isn't right."

"What isn't right is your answer to every single question on this assignment," Jonas pointed out. "But I can give you all the answers for a strip show, or...for a little something more, I can actually help you learn the material."

Just getting the answers would be enough to get Rufus a passing grade, but his scholarship required more than the bare minimum.

He hated to admit it, but between the lack of funds, the lack of other free tutors, and the desperation to keep his place on the track team, he was between a rock and a hard place...and his brother was supposed to be a rock he could safely lean on.

"What...w-what exactly do you mean by something more?"

"Strip out of your joggers, and I'll be more than happy to show you."

If Rufus answered the suggestion, he knew how hard it would be to turn back; curiosity would get the better of him, and it was already pushing Jonas to do things that his older brother never would have imagined.

If he didn't answer it, he was sure to fail the upcoming assignment, and the quiz that was likely to follow.

"You damn well better be the best tutor on campus," Rufus groaned, flustered and overwhelmed by the fact that his younger, smaller brother was getting the better of him. "Like, I'd better be able to do this stuff in my sleep by the time you're done with me."

"Dunno if I'm that good, but you might want a nap by the time I'm done," Jonas suggested.

Sitting back in the desk chair and flashing his brother a knowing grin, Jonas waited expectantly and gestured to the floor, showing Rufus where he should stand.

The older brother was hesitant to take even that first order from Jonas, but he shrugged his way up from the bed, not having the usual swagger he would have before stripping himself for someone's amusement.

"You're r-really sure about this?" he asked, pulling up at the edges of his tank top and lifting it past the brilliant, sharp horn at the peak of his forehead. "That this is the only way I can pay you back?"

"It's the only way I want you to," Jonas answered, his eyes brightening with greater interest as his brother's rigid torso was exposed. "So it's the only form of payment I'm going to accept, if you want me to show you the basics."

"And if I want you to teach me?"

"Then don't bother dragging out the strip tease," Jonas continued. "Because you're gonna have to cut right to the chase."

Rufus already knew that the chase was waiting at the hem of his joggers, and his thumb dipped into the waistline with a greater degree of hesitance...but desperation could make a man do crazy things, and at the time, the older brother was more concerned with preserving the status of his scholarship and getting to his next workout than he was with Jonas' unusual approach and the fact that his thumb was moving, even before Jonas gave the order.

He would have preferred it to be a suggestion, but Rufus wasn't going to hesitate at the opportunity; he thought he could trust his brother enough to take the next step forward.

"This is...t-this is really weird," Rufus pointed out, as the waistline came down with his thumb, revealing the narrowing valley of his abdomen and the very base of his covered cock. "You know that, right?"

"Only as weird as the two of us make it," Jonas replied. "And I don't think it's weird at all, so it sounds like you're the one with the problem...kinda looks like it, too. That thing hasn't been touched in a while, has it?"

Rufus was naturally endowed enough that his cock would have looked impressive at the halfway mark, but tugging a little further than that, the older brother revealed a line of subtle ridges along the underside of his shaft and an impressive lump near the base, with the whole piece coming together at a tapered, almost pointed tip.

"Don't have a lotta time to jack off when I'm working so hard to try and keep my grades up," Rufus explained, allowing his nervous energy to come out in the form of a gruff reply. "Not that it's any of your business."

"And if I intend to make it my business?"

Rufus cocked a brow.

"That's right; you're a little slow on the uptake," Jonas mentioned. "To make it a little clearer for you, I'll sum up my proposal: let me turn your body into my personal playground for my amusement, and I'll make sure you're a master of whatever subject you want...or you can say no, your first lesson will end right now, and I'll wish you the best of luck on your next test."

Jonas was already approaching his older brother and the unique, half-filled flesh of his cock with a level of interest that never would have been publicly acceptable, but Rufus was trying to think of the bigger picture.

The fact that his younger brother was secretly harboring attraction for him should have been a part of that bigger picture, but he was missing the forest for the trees, and keeping his scholarship was the tallest tree in the woods.

"...You know we can't tell anyone about this, right?" Rufus asked.

Jonas snickered. "I'm the smart one; I'd already figured that out, Rufus. I'm glad you picked up on it, but I had no intention of letting anyone know what we were up to, personally."

A palm that was free of his gauntlet was safe enough to reach down and grab Rufus by literally by the cock, and Jonas gave a curious squeeze at the impressive flesh, wanting to gauge just how much the Flamedramon might actually be into the idea.

He was surprised to feel the flesh spring back into his touch, and as Rufus gazed aside with new, bashful energy, Jonas allowed a wicked, domineering smirk to crawl across his lips.

"But I wouldn't be surprised if you let our little secret slip before all is said and done," Jonas carried on. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging someone for mercy...not sure if it'll be me, though."

Rufus wasn't the type to underestimate his younger brother.

The shadow he'd cast over his younger sibling was an unhappy accident, at best, but all the while, he'd seen how keen Jonas was...how sharp he was of wit.

Now that he was on the other side of that mind's knife, Rufus was afraid to feel the first cut, even more than he was to feel a slow, budding pleasure in the tip of his length as Jonas stroked toward it.

"I'm not telling anyone that this happened," Rufus stood his ground, narrowing a glare on Jonas' unflappable presence. "No way in hell, dude."

"Whatever you say," Jonas answered, his voice calm and his pace steady, building a casual stroke and fishing his brother's unique length the rest of the way out of his joggers. "You enjoying this at all, by the way? Anything I should change?"

"I am not giving my own little brother instructions on how to jerk me off!"

Jonas couldn't grin any wider, at that. "Fine by me, really...I find that learning by doing is the best method, anyway."

Stroking until a bead of precum dribbled from the tip, Jonas paused his palm at the end of Rufus' member and worked that natural lubricant back into the hardening flesh. Each of the ridges that were so enticing before continued to fill with new vitality, until they were pressing in against the flat of Jonas' palm with such force that they nearly made indents against his grip.

"I think you'll agree that my methods are the best, but you're going to learn by doing a little later," Jonas explained. "Tonight, we're just gonna cover some basic notes, but I want to make sure that you're not getting carried away or distracted."

"What the hell do you call this , then?"

Rufus didn't have time to consider the fact that he believed himself to be straight: there was no denying how stiff his length had become with another male stroking it, and at that, his own brother was getting the job done.

"I call it incentive, Rufus: a preview of what kind of fun you can have if you actually decide to listen to me and be a good student," Jonas said. "Your first lesson is gonna be in self-control...and then we'll talk about how easy it is to solve for X, Y and Z in three variable equations."

Rufus could have stopped his brother at any time; he was bigger and stronger to such a point that overpowering Jonas wouldn't have been an issue.

His confusion and his brother's determination, however, kept him from putting those muscles to good use.

"Can we cut to that chase?" Rufus asked. "It's getting late, dude."

"...Sure, but we'd better put this away, first."

"Seriously?"

Precum leaked freely from the tip of a glistening cock, and Jonas was eagerly working it back into the shaft, right until that moment.

Stopping well short of his brother's orgasm, Jonas made his intentions clear enough, but he gave a painfully tight squeeze near the base, forcing Rufus to buck against the edge of his work desk.

"Yes, seriously," Jonas reiterated. "If you're busy thinking about getting off all the time, it'll be that much harder for you to focus, you know...so you've gotta learn how to focus without."

If needed, Jonas would take that extra step and put his brother into chastity, but he wasn't revealing his whole hand just yet.

He had all the cards, after all...and he was going to play them one at a time.

**

After sleeping so well every night previous in college, Rufus was finally having trouble getting any sleep at all.

His workouts being interrupted and his worries about his scholarship weren't enough to keep him up at night, but his brother's aggressive approach was messing with his head enough that his eyes had bags under them the next day...

...And Jonas couldn't help commenting on them as the pair shared another uneven glance: Rufus looking up at his brother with complete uncertainty, and Jonas looking down at him for the first time, his eyes filled with excitement.

"You can't tell me this has anything to do with a lesson plan."

"Sure it does," Jonas suggested, the warm, reddish flesh of his cock hanging in front of his straight brother's muzzle. "For every inch you're able to take, I'll help you with another answer on this assignment...and if you're able to take the whole thing, I'll give you the answer to the final question; it's the hardest, by far."

Rufus wasn't comfortable with his brother touching his cock the night before, even when he'd learned the enjoy the warmth and skill behind the forbidden grip.

To be kneeling between his brother's legs, hidden under the guise of a desk, would have been awkward enough if there wasn't a full, draconic length staring back at him and daring him to take a taste; to satisfy a curiosity that he wasn't sure he actually had.

"This stays between us, right? It's all a secret, still?"

Jonas nodded. "Just like I promised. I'm not telling anyone if you aren't..."

To have his brother on such a tight ball and chain...to have him kneeling, helpless and even considering sucking the end of that cock...that was such a large stride in the right direction that Jonas would have let Rufus off the hook there, if he was feeling nicer.

He'd need to take a much larger stride to come out from behind the shadow that Rufus had cast, however, and this was only the second step in a very, very long walk.

"Do I...d-do I just...I mean, I've never done this before, and I don't really know..."

Seeing Rufus so flustered and lost was a treat that Jonas could savor time and time again, but he wasn't rushing through that first sample of watching the Flamedramon struggle his way through every single word of the statement.

"Open your mouth, keep it open, and let it glide over the flat of your tongue," he instructed. "One inch at a time, you'll earn yourself quite the education."

The mental thrill of being his brother's first blowjob almost compared to the physical pleasure of having his flesh glide over such a warm, moist tongue, but so few things could compare to the curious swirl of the same, wet muscle around the tip of his heated, draconic member.

There was no denying the lack of skill in the way that Rufus moved forward, nor any way to ignore how awkward he was about bucking his head back, as if he was trying to simulate something he'd seen in a movie.

"Just...j-just keep going further onto it, for now," Jonas instructed. "You're not ready for any advanced techniques yet, but I'm glad that you're so eager to learn..."

It couldn't have been much weirder for Rufus, who found his brother's length plentiful enough that it was tough to dip any further onto.

His own body was playing against him at that moment, however, when he felt a familiar stirring between his legs, in the depths of his still-warm gym shorts.

Don't do that, he thought. Don't get hard... please don't get hard because of this...the last thing I need is to give him even more control over me!

He wanted to listen to his internal dialogue and pretend that Jonas wouldn't notice the subtle tenting in his loose, comfortable shorts.

He couldn't imagine Jonas being able to pick up something like that in the middle of a blowjob, but the younger brother always had an eye for finer details; nothing went unnoticed, but his only confirmation of what he'd seen was a tight grin in the corner of his trembling lips.

"There...that's...t-that's four inches already," Jonas mentioned, having marked the heated, pink-red flesh of his member with washable lines before they'd gotten started. "And the assignment is only five answers, isn't it? I'm sure you can handle getting the last one from me..."

There was, of course, plenty more flesh to go than that, but Jonas didn't think Rufus was capable of getting all the way to the base of his cock, where the reddish flesh stood contrast to the softer, soothing gray around his torso.

"That's it, Rufus...a little...f-further..."

Where Rufus had a healthy sex life thanks to his status, Jonas wasn't quite as experienced as his brother.

He was putting his kinks to the test for the first time, and getting to dominate an older, larger male with little more than a simple predicament was every bit the rush he hoped it would be...so much that Rufus didn't have to bob his head with any degree of skill, or work the flat of his tongue around unique, pointed tip of the cock to get the job done.

Just having someone engulf the full length of his cock for the first time was enough to bring Jonas to the verge of his climax, and as much as he was loving the idea of pouring his load down Rufus' throat, he wanted to see his brother's face absolutely coated with that same mess, instead.

"You c-came so close," Jonas declared, tripping over his words as he eased back in his chair, forcing his length to pop free and a long, messy strand of cum to spray over the end of his brother's muzzle. "Just an inch away from g-getting that final answer..."

Rufus would have argued with his brother, usually, but he was nervous to open his maw when another long, thin gush of seed landed against his lips and streamed down the front of his neck.

He couldn't speak without being forced to taste it, and his nerves kept him from doing that...but they didn't stop him from staring down the end of the throbbing length, admiring just how much volume Jonas could produce.

"It was a good effort, though," Jonas admitted. His paw came to the base of his own length and squeezed, following with a long, full tug toward the tip to milk the very last of his cum out. "I don't suppose you'd be up for a little extra credit?"

Rufus needed that help if he was going to keep his scholarship, but there wasn't as much hesitance as he expected in the quivering flesh of his tongue.

It was present, naturally...but fading by the moment as he leaned in again and curled his tongue along the underside of the quivering tip, sampling his brother's seed with an almost innocent look in his eyes.

"...Who knew you could be such a dedicated student, after all...?"

**

"Compared to the crap you were turning in earlier this year, you've really turned a corner, haven't you?"

The coach was reviewing Rufus' work with him after another practice, but this time, there was a hint of pride in that voice, instead of the disappointment that came right before Rufus started to slip.

"It hasn't been easy, but I found a little extra time to study," Rufus claimed. "So I'm eligible to play, still?"

"We'll see you out there for the meet this weekend," his coach answered. "Glad to see you've stayed in tip-top shape all the while, too!"

Rufus managed a nervous smile, at that. "I'm glad I haven't slipped at all. I was starting to worry about that."

"You look ready to run to me, anyway...speaking of, get yourself cleaned up and we'll see you at practice tomorrow!"

It was all the good news that Rufus could have hoped for, but it was early enough in the year that he couldn't rest on his laurels just yet: the class was only going to get harder, and his private tutor was waiting for him in the locker room, stark naked and leaned against the inside of a stall.

"O-oh...oh, no. Jonas, we cannot -

"You've got a test coming up at the end of the week," Jonas reminded him. "You fail, and you'll be on the sidelines for the first big meet of the year."

Jonas didn't need to provide his brother the extra motivation, but he wasn't going to let such a perfect opportunity slip by: he wanted to make absolutely sure that he and Rufus were still on the same page.

"...Is this really the time for a lesson, though?"

"A lesson in appreciation, perhaps," Jonas answered. "You've been taking all the credit for all the work you've been doing lately, haven't you? Don't you think it's about time that you gave some credit to the one who taught you?"

All that week, Rufus had been teased, but never allowed to cum.

He'd tasted more his brother's flesh than he ever anticipated, but there were still lines they'd yet to cross.

He'd done things with his brother that he never thought he'd do with any man, for that matter, but already, he could feel his paws reaching for the waistline of his sweat-riddled shorts, as if they were working on Jonas' agenda, instead of his own.

"Everything I've done so far; that hasn't been enough?" Rufus asked.

"It's a start, but you cast a very tall shadow, dear brother," Jonas explained. "And I'm not done stepping out from behind it yet...but if you try bending over for me, well...that might shorten your shadow just a bit."

There was always the risk that they'd be caught, even in the privacy of a dorm room.

This was taking that risk a long step further, but with the promise of passing Friday's test looming over him, Rufus was already leaning toward the wall...