Brotherly Love: Chapter 5
#23 of A New Venture
Siber finds out exactly what his boyfriend was doing with his brother. While he tries to find a way to talk to Grant about it, Grant agonizes over what he's done.
Siber padded down the stairs with his ears angled back and a distinctly guilty feeling building in the pit of his stomach. The large husky had his gym bag slung over the broadness of his back and balanced over his hip so that it didn't slip off of him and hit against the sides of the walls. Normally he would have barreled down the steps to the locker room and gym with all the enthusiasm he felt whenever he thought about football. Today he kept his paw steps slow and deliberate. He didn't really want to go back into the locker room, he didn't want to try and be one of the ones to jolly Richter out of the bleak mood he'd been in when he'd left the field. The only thing that made him leave his other plans was the fact he loved Grant and the lion shouldn't have to deal with his brother alone.
The husky had planned on spending his evening out with a few of friends and enjoying a bonfire as well as some food. Most of the other players had joked and pushed at him until he'd agreed with Grant's blessing to go off and have fun. He hadn't really thought anything about it until they'd been loading up the cars. He'd listened to the guys commiserating with each other over the loss and kept thinking back to the way the young stallion had stormed into the locker room. He knew that Grant was good at handling people, but he and Richter had never really seen eye to eye. He shouldn't have to go through it alone, especially when Richter was feeling like a failure and feeling vulnerable.
Siber had finally made his excuses and backed out of going off with the rest of the team and snagged his gym bag. He knew that the colt didn't really feel comfortable with him anymore, but he also knew that they were still friends. He could at least be moral support for Grant. He felt the familiar warmth in his belly as he thought of the pale lion and his lips pulled back in a smile that he barely realized he was giving. He loved the lion. It was a startling realization, but a true one. He was never happier then when he was with his friend's brother. Even when Richter was being snippy and sharp tongued he didn't mind enough to back away. He was happy to deal with the glares and sharp comments as long as he was in his boyfriend's company.
The smile lingered as he pushed into the gym and threw his bag through the doors and into the locker room. The room was entirely empty except for the piled towels and bags that had been left behind. Helmets and padding had been put away, but in a haphazard manner that he knew would be addressed at the next practice. Their coach was always angry when they messed up the locker room to the point it would require several people to clean it. Then again, he was pretty sure the coach would have other things to talk about when it came to the game. Even thinking back to it Siber winced and gave his head a short shake back and forth. What a horrible defeat.
The husky paused as he tried to listen to see if anyone else was about. The only other noise aside from himself was a soft slapping noise and running water. Likely Richter had decided to take a shower to get the worst of the sweat and dirt off himself. The stallion was always fastidious about his grooming habits and if he were in there, Grant was probably talking to him. He strained his ears to listen for voices, but all he heard was the splash of water. It was bad then. Richter normally was willing to talk when things upset him, it was only when things were quite bad that he shut down entirely. Siber ran his fingers through his short head fur as he weighed his options. There was an equal chance that he'd be welcome as a diversion or possibly just make things worse between them.
He sighed and just braced himself for Richter's glares if they were going to come. At least he'd make a show of standing by Grant and that was important. He tossed his shirt off onto a corner to keep it dry before padding into the slightly misty shower room. The humid mist clung to his fur and he felt a moments of regret when he felt himself growing damp. He should have just stripped down, but he wanted to make a quick exit if he had too. He resigned himself to having to go home to get a new pair of jeans as he padded along the stalls and went towards the very rear one where he could hear water running and saw the colt's tall head lifted up high over the tiled wall.
His foot paw missed a step and he froze when he saw they head dip down and his mind refused to make sense of what he was seeing. He felt his jaw sag open as the dark head was lowered towards a pale one and their lips met. For a heart beat he thought that Grant must have bolted and Richter was enjoying some time with a new lover, but he could see the wet mane with the red streaks pushed back flat along the feline head. It was no brotherly kiss that they were engaging in. Richter was kissing his brother thoroughly with his tongue probing into the slightly parted muzzle before his entire body moved. It was that movement that unfroze the husky. Siber's ears fell flat back against his head and worked his jaw for a moment before bolting.
He didn't have the courage to speak up, he didn't want to say anything. The sigh had been indelibly burned into his mind. Richter had been doing more than just kissing. When the big stallion had rolled forward he'd watched Grant's body move up with the thrust as his boyfriend's moan had been muffled. The husky's stomach tightened into a knot as he fled the locker room and left his shirt behind.
Grant rubbed his hand over his short muzzle and tried to keep his attention fixated on the math problems that he had been working on for the last few hours. Normally he would have breezed by them, especially with Siber leaning back against his bed and the husky working away. He didn't really enjoy showing off, but he did like impressing his boyfriend. It was the same way Siber always made sure that he was playing his best if he knew Grant was in the stands. Tonight, though, he wasn't able to concentrate on his work at all. He stared at the problems and they made little sense to his mind as his thoughts traveled to other places. They might as well have been in a foreign language for all his mind understood what they were about.
His mind was on two problems. Richter and Siber. The first was a confusing mix of embarrassment, exhilaration and a touch of fear. He and his brother hadn't spoken about it afterwards, though he thought the colt had looked smug and pleased with himself. Grant hadn't wanted to talk about it all. He wasn't sure why he had gone through with it and why he'd enjoyed it, but he had. The fact was, he had thought about it several times sense and always had that feeling of embarrassed pleasure. He hadn't approached his brother since then though. He had made himself stop and consider things over the last week and finally put his paw down. He was with Siber, and he'd cheated on him. That's where the shame and unhappiness was coming from.
The lion looked up and watched Siber mark down something else on the paper. The husky's face was turned away from him so that he could look over the black marked features and the broad curve of the muzzle. The features were set as he tried to puzzle out his homework and Grant felt a pang of guilt. He was almost positive Siber knew what had happened. The husky had been a bit distant and uncomfortable over the last week, but he didn't know how much of that was his own imagination or not. He knew he had to tell him, but he didn't have the first idea of how or what his boyfriend would do. He knew that Siber didn't have a problem not being monogamous, but it should have been something they discussed first and enjoyed together. And that was what left Grant with a sick feeling in his stomach.
He should have been talking to Siber and telling him about what happened, but how could he when he was embarrassed about it? His feelings were so hard to sort out that he didn't even know how to sort through them in his own mind, let alone explain it to the husky. He sighed out softly and stared over at Siber for a long moment as the husky made a few more notations. His feelings for his boyfriend hadn't changed, it was only how he felt about the entire mess of his own emotions. He could see the lines of tension just in the corner of the other male's eyes and softened slightly. He was probably imagining things and the reason Siber had been acting so odd was because of the distance that Grant had put between them. The lion had been more distant lately and that probably hadn't helped Siber's mood at all.
He shifted on the bed and closed his book almost silently as he watched the husky make another few notations on his paper. Grant hadn't meant to neglect his boyfriend because of his own thoughts and confused emotions. Siber probably thought that he'd lost interest or something along those lines. The husky had probably been stewing over his lack of affection for days and was just showing the natural strain that was being pulled between them. The more the lion thought about it, the more 'right' it felt. He pushed his homework to one side before moving to sit up. Siber barely moved an ear as he edged towards his back, but he noticed the tension along the shoulders. First thing was first, and that was to rectify some of the issues between them.
Siber tried to keep his mind on his work and not on what he'd seen last weekend. He'd expected Grant to come to him and explain things to him. By the next day he'd been somewhat used to what he'd seen. He wasn't sure how he felt about it, but he didn't let it stop him from going to pick up Grant for school the next morning. But Grant hadn't said anything. The lion had been close lipped and distant the entire week and that had worn more on his frayed nerves than what he'd seen. Was Grant really that taken with his brother? It was an uncomfortable thought that made him want to drag Richter out and challenge him. Grant was his boyfriend! The colt had no business doing this and from the look of things the lion didn't even seem to realize that he was upset. It hurt. It hurt quite a lot. If Grant had just talked to him he could have worked things out, or even behaved normally. But he'd gotten silence.
He stifled a frustrated sigh as he heard Grant's book close behind him. The lion was on the bed just far enough that he couldn't casually touch him. It made him want to drop his book on the floor and try to force the conversation, but he kept still. Even when he heard movement on the bed he simply tensed up and mentally prepared himself for Grant telling him he had to leave. It was nearing that time and there was little point in him staying here where he might as well be a bit of furniture. The husky drew in a breath and let it out very softly. This was it. If he wasn't welcome here he was just going to leave. The least Grant could have done was try to talk to him or let him know that they were still together. He couldn't even be given that!
A gentle touch brushed along the edge of his shoulders and he felt the soft muzzle kissing right against his shoulder as broad arms slipped around his waist. For a moment, Siber could barely breath as the padded fingers stroked him gently, "I've been neglecting you shockingly."
Grant's voice wasn't forced, it was purring and soft in his ear as the fingers trailed along the edges of his upper chest and moved in slow circles. The touch made his breath catch in his throat as he kept very still. The lips trailed up until he felt them brush against the curve of his neck and a hot wet tongue flicked out to run right along the curve of his jaw line. The touch was so gentle that he tilted his head up and let out a soft noise. The paws moved over his bare chest and trailed downwards to circle along his stomach and trailed a bit lower. He leaned backwards into his boyfriend's embrace and tried not to show the shock on his face. The lips teased down his neck as the muscled form of the lion slipped along the edge of the bed and came down beside him. He didn't even have time to say anything as Grant's purr spiked up and he felt a finger slide along the upper portion of his pants. He could only shiver and arch up into the familiar and welcomed touch.
Grant kept himself focused on the scent of Siber and the feel of his boyfriend's muscular body beneath his finger tips. He was half afraid that the husky was going to try and pull away, but the way the black and white form pushed into each gentle brush of his fingers. He moved gracefully from the bed so that he could slip onto his knees next to Siber. His muzzle brushed right against the curve of one of the other male's shoulders as he hooked his fingers down against the tight edge of the jeans. His thumbs traced just beneath the line of the pants so that he could feel the warmth against his thumb pads. His claw brushed beneath the fur so that he could tease against the smooth flesh beneath it so that his boyfriend arched up with a muted cry in reaction.
The lion didn't give him a chance to say no or try to turn the play into talk. He dropped down so that he was braced on one paw and ran his tongue in a wet slow line along the white chest. He trailed lower as he felt one of the husky's paws moving to rest against the curve of his shoulders. Grant nipped lightly as he worked his way along the muscled expanse of the stomach and rolled his eyes up to see his boyfriend's reaction. The canine's muzzle was parted slightly and the piercing ice blue eyes stared down at him with an unfocused look. The seriousness and tension that had marked the canine over the last week was being lost under the lion's skillful tongue.
Grant lashed his tufted tail behind him before he tucked his chin down enough that his lips caught the rise of the jeans. He wasn't as adept as Siber was at using his tongue, but with the aid of his lips he was able to unsnap the button of the pants. The zipper was far easier to manage as he pulled it down over the sizable bulge that was showing against the denim. He hooked his fangs against the material and slowly pulled backwards as he dropped his paw to grip against the curve of one hip. Inch by inch the material slid away to reveal the dark crimson length that was surging free of its sheath. The very tip glistened with a hint of precum that was welling up and drooling downwards.
The lion carefully moved the pants down until the hefty white furred orbs spilled free and Siber helpfully lifted his hips so that he could tug with more ease. His tail snapped back and forth behind him as he drew in a heady breath of the familiar male scent. Siber's breathing was rough and sharp as Grant lifted his head up and hovered just over the hardened canine cock. He tickled it with the edges of his whiskers before tucking his head down and extending his tongue. He curled the very tip of his tongue out to drag right over the shaft and the husky's hips jerked upwards in reaction. The paw holding the back of his neck tightened as he rolled his tongue downwards in a slow teasing stroke.
Siber leaned his head back the moment he felt the muzzle slipping upwards towards his shaft. He drew his tongue in with a soft hiss and lifted his arm up to rest against the back of the bed. His fingers dug into the bed spread as he tried to hold still and let Grant do what wished. He felt moist hot breath rushing over his glans and his entire form tensed as he balled part of the covers up under his fingers. The panting breath made his glans feel even more sensitive as he resisted the urge to roll his hips up to try and thrust up into the inviting heat. He didn't have to wait for long as the brush of the tongue solidified into a strong drag that ran from his tip all the way down towards his base.
The husky sucked in a breath and rocked his hips upwards as the lips wrapped right around his tip. His balls tensed up and relaxed as the first drool of watery precum spilled out and he was forced to tense the muscles along his hips to keep himself from driving upwards. Grant didn't keep him waiting long. The suckling maw pushed downwards inch by slow inch. Each time the mouth swallowed and tightened around him, another slippery inch was swallowed down. One of the pale white-gold paws moved up and he barely contained himself as the gentle fingers moved up to cup just beneath the swell of his orbs. The fingers squeezed gently before smoothing over them so that they rested right against the palm of his hand.
He tugged his fingers down and squeezed against the muscled shoulder as the lips pushed down until they were wrapping right around his base. The heat of the tongue stroked over him as the tip curled around his girth and drug upwards. His balls tightened up against the paw holding them and he arched his back upwards. His hips gave a short thrust so that that the blunt muzzle was pushed securely down against the rolls of his sheath. He could feel the panting breath against his lower belly as he whimpered out and let go of his former concerns. He didn't want to think about anything except his boyfriend's head lifting upwards and watching the inches of his glistening shaft spilling out from between the pale lips before Grant pushed down again.
He let his paw stroke downwards to run along the upper shoulders as the lion pushed downwards and pulled up again. The textured tongue dragged along the underside of his cock and pushed right over his tapered tip. He could feel his precum drooling out to coat over the eager appendage before the lips pulled almost all the way free. The other white gold paw moved down and wrapped around his swollen base and squeezed it so that he twisted his hips and bucked up a bit more firmly. He couldn't get enough force to buck as the lion pushed his chest down to keep him firmly in place. It just made it all the more frustrating.
Grant worked his tongue in slow drags over the glass flesh as he pushed his muzzle down. He tightened his lips with a swallow that rippled the silky flesh around him as the precum dribbled out to coat against his tongue. The hot sweet scent of male arousal filled his muzzle and he gave himself over to the urge to enjoy his boyfriend entirely. His fingers moved to wrap around the very base so that he could feel the flesh trying to swell out as he dropped his muzzle back down again. The tip brushed right along the roof of his mouth as he puffed out a hot breath and pulled backwards again. The movement let his tongue brush along the underside slowly until the tip of his tongue flicked right against the glans.
He flicked his ears up as he heard Siber's groan and the fingers on the back of his neck started to dig down against him. He pushed up into the touch as he drove his head forward again and forced himself all the way down until his lips touched the fingers holding the knot. He could feel the balls tightening against his hand, and he massaged his finger tips around them. He tugged lightly along the heavy orbs and massaged upwards until his fingers curled just behind them. His breath came out faster while his lips pulled up all the way to the tip and plunged back down again. He used his body to press down against his boyfriends legs to keep him in place as he suckled hotly around the heavy shaft. His throat bobbed as he swallowed the watery precum that welled out in a near constant stream.
Grant lifted himself up from the blue and white legs as his breathing started to speed up. He was well aware that he was more then aroused, his shaft caught beneath his pants as he started to move his head up and down in short swift movements. The wet saliva gathered along the shaft and mixed with the precum as it started to coat right over his fingers. He could feel the knot swelling as his fingers tried to contain it. It started to spread wider and wider while the balls resting in the palm of his other paw began to draw up tight.
Siber closed his eyes and rested his head back against the bed. His breathing was coming out faster as he felt the hot silken maw working over his shaft. The tongue rippled and swirled over his sensitive girth until he was letting out short heavy growls of pleasure. He moved his paw up to grip the back of his boyfriend's paw and massaged lightly as he jerked his hips up as best that he could. His lips curled back as he let out a breathy whine while the tongue flickered right over his so sensitive glans. The heated strokes left his crimson-violet girth glistening and under a constant assault of sensations. From the silk of the mouth to the slight roughness of the textured tongue.
The fingers wrapped around his knot started to tighten and knead against the engorging flesh. It started to swell out as his hips jerked in short movements that were timed with the dip of the muzzle that drove down to kiss right at the tip of his knot. It was too much for him, especially with the hot puffs of breath that eased over him. He arched his back up and his hips jerked up off the floor as he tried to plunge his tip as far as he could into Grant's muzzle. The lips pushed down until the paw gripping his knot slipped downwards while the muzzle stretched open. The broad tongue flickered out along the knot and teased the sensitive underside sending him head long over the edge.
His hips froze as he cried out, not caring if anyone else was in the house to hear. His cock pulsed along the swell of the tongue as the knot flared open wide, almost doubling in size as his balls heaved up tight between his legs. The first hot rope of seed erupted from his tip while he clutched at the back of his mate's neck. He forced himself to loosen his hold, but Grant didn't draw back from him. The muzzle closed down tightly and started to suckle and pull around him. The movements milk and coaxed each hot creamy eruption from his pulsing tip as he spread his muzzle and lolled his tongue out. The paw that cupped his balls gently massaged and stroked over them. A gentle caress that kept him on edge as his hips remained off the ground and he trembled from nose to tail while he basked in that moment of pleasure.
It seemed like hours, instead of minutes, passed before he dropped back down onto the ground. The only thing that kept his upper body up was the fact that he was pressed back against the bed. Grant slowly pulled his muzzle back until his tip spilled out with a lewd wet noise. The heavy girth dropped back against his stomach while he moved his head down until his chest rested on his chest. His boyfriend's head rested on his upper thigh and grinned up at him like a contented smug cat. Siber couldn't stop the soft laugh that bubbled up from his chest as he caught his breath and stroked his fingers along the curve of the pale cheek. The moment of contented after glow was broken with a single phrase.
"Siber.. I really need to tell you something." Grant's eyes shadowed briefly as Siber's stomach tensed up. The satiation that he felt lost in a rush of tension and fear. Those words never boded well.