Brothers On The Bow
Someone I know asked for a sequel to a sequel I'd written a while back. I eventually decided to write it, but what a pain. There were six or seven different variations of this in different stages of completion that I deleted or never finished. In the end, I wasn't quite happy with it, but decided to post it anyways. Have fun with it.
Standard disclaimer. Don't read if you aren't of age to read pornographic materials in whatever country you're in.
Ryan stood bent over with his elbows on the guard rail of the ship's upper deck, his eyes on the storm clouds that trailed behind the ocean liner. The wind was still chasing after them, gusting, howling as if in a display of the storm's frustration at having failed to sink the ship. As unpleasant as the turbulence was for everyone else, it was a godsend for him. It kept people in their rooms, delayed cleaning crews, and kept the decks clear of people for the most part. It made it easy for him to sneak the linens out of his brother's cabin in a small duffel bag, and to promptly toss them overboard. Ripped to shreds, covered in cum, sweat and spilled tequila.. There was no way to salvage them, not even if he was without his hangover and had the ability to sew. Burial at sea, for sheets that served above and beyond the call of booty.
Stuart had been another loose end to tie up. He could barely walk in the morning, hammered by alcohol and by two lions that periodically woke him throughout the night to ravage him. If it weren't for the fact that Stuart looked like he loved every minute of it, Ryan might have felt bad.. Come morning, he'd carried Stuart into the bathroom shower to wash him as thoroughly as he could manage while holding him up with one arm. He couldn't walk Stuart back to his own room, not without knowing who or what waited for him there. After all, if Stuart had been sharing a room with family, he sure as hell didn't want to explain the cat's state to them! He left the sleepy, spent cheetah on a couch instead, laid out comfortably in one of the empty lobbies. After that.. Well. He'd intended to go back to his brother's room, to slide back into bed beside him..
Right up until his mind began to shout out with gusto 'You fucked your brother!'. For the first time in a long while, Ryan felt doubt about something he'd done. Panic and fear began to twist around the pillar of confidence he'd built himself into, threatening to topple in a day what had taken years to build. What if someone saw him toss the sheets and came to ask him questions? What if Stuart got in trouble, and he squealed? What if his parents found out that he'd popped his brother's cherry? His thoughts made him hesitant to return to the room where his brother slept. Instead he wandered on auto pilot through barren halls, his thoughts only occasionally disturbed by a passing cleaning lady or the opening of a cabin door. He tried to shift his thoughts, to focus on something else. The way the carpet felt beneath his paws, the way the light reflected off the dull tans and light browns of the wood paneling in the hallway, the rocking of the ship as it was buffeted with rain and wind..
Anything but his brother. Anything but thoughts of the night before. Anything but the all too clear memories of his brother's body curled up next to his, his scent, the way his mane tickled Ryan's nose when he bit his scruff.. Now that the storm had passed, he'd taken up residence on a lonely observation deck to watch the clouds in the distance. The more he tried to tune it all out, the more his mind seemed keen to remind him of the sins from the previous night. It probably didn't help that he was wearing a pair of his brother's black jeans and a matching tank top, both a size or two too small for the older lion. He could smell Cole with every breath he took. Ryan turned away from the ocean to head back to his brother's room, his eyes on the floor, lost to the outside world as thoughts and worries filled his mind. He didn't even notice his father until he spoke.
"Ryan!" His father chimed, his voice striking Ryan like a bat to the head. 'Oh shit.' He thought as his eyes came to rest on his father, flanked by his mother and sister. "We went by your cabin and you weren't there, so we thought you must've spent the night here since you asked for Cole's key."
"Isn't he a sweet boy? Bonding with his brother before he goes off to college." His mother said, stepping forth to pat him on the head and ruffle his mane.
"Why don't you open the door so we can go on and get your brother?" His father suggested, patting his belly. "Don't think I can wait much longer to get breakfast in me!" Ryan stared at his family in stunned silence. Was this real? Was he still asleep? If he didn't come up with something fast, he was going to be chin deep in the biggest pile of shit he'd ever gotten himself into. The blankets and bottles were gone, but as soon as that door opened the smells alone would tell the story. Never mind the fact his brother was probably naked and face down in the middle of the bed where Ryan had left him! Deep breath. Slow down. Just.. Think..
"Sure! I'll get the door." Ryan offered, reaching into his pocket for the card. When he felt the card he ran one of his claws along the backside of it, leaving a groove through the center of the magnetic strip. Ryan closed his eyes when he stepped forward to run the key through the card reader on the door, his lips moving in a silent prayer. Fail. Fail fail fail fail fail- Click. Shit. Well.. If he was going to die, there were worse places to go than on the Caribbean. Maybe if he jumped off the deck he could survive, swim to land and begin a new life selling weed and beads to tourists.. Just as he started to push the door open, Cole stepped out and yanked the door shut behind him. For a moment they both stood there, inches apart and eye to eye with nothing on their minds but each other and the night before.
"Good morning Cole!" His parents spoke nearly in tandem, so bright and happy Ryan couldn't help but wonder if they'd gotten into someone's pills.
"Morning." Cole mumbled. By the grace of God he'd had time to wake up and shower, and though he was still clearly hung over his parents didn't seem to pick up on it. His sister noticed, but she didn't seem to care enough to do anything other than smirk.
"C'mon boys, lets go get some breakfast!" His father ushered them both down the hall with his hands on their shoulders, his mother and sister chatting away ahead of the group. All Cole and Ryan could do was exchange glances as they were marched on to a family breakfast. "Your mother and I have a whole day planned out! Do you have any idea how many activities they have on this ship? I met this wonderful activities lady named Sharrel, and she said that- " His father droned on but Ryan tuned him out, his mind having room for just one thing. He had more questions for his brother than he had time or privacy, and with the way his father was talking it promised to be a long time before he got either of those things.
The sound of his door clicking shut behind him was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. Who knew that the simple click of metal on metal and the buzz of an electronic lock could lift such a weight off someone's shoulders? It had been a long day, a day filled with everything from the freshest seafood he'd ever tasted to the most awful singing he'd ever heard. Not long after dinner he'd been dragged into a large show room where the cruise line staged a ship wide karaoke contest. He'd wanted to pull the draw string from someone's swim trunks to hang himself then and there when his parents made their way to the stage and performed an off-key duet of 'I Love The Night Life'. It was a song that was older than Ryan was, and it ( like any disco song ) had aged like milk stored behind a furnace. Ryan pulled Cole to the stage when his parents came off, the two brothers responding with an enthusiastic performance of 'Come On Feel The Noise' that would have done Quiet Riot proud.
All told the day was probably the most time the family had spent together in years. It wasn't unenjoyable, no, far from it. It had been more fun than he thought he could ever have with his family.. But it was hard to really enjoy it, when all he could think about was Cole. He walked across his room, leaving a trail of clothing leading into the cabin's small bathroom. Maybe tomorrow he'd be able to get some time with Cole to work things out, unless his parents had something else planned. The cruise was coming to an end and after it, he'd have only a single day at home before being whisked off to college. Hundreds of miles away, he wouldn't be able to see his brother for months, not until Christmas break at the earliest.
Ryan closed his eyes and tried to drown out his thoughts with water, stepping face first into the warm spray pouring onto him. He began to unwind, focusing on nothing, merely taking the heat cascading across his body and the static noise of breaking water filling his ears. Monks had their meditation, lawyers had quiet studies stocked with scotch, and ranchers had their wide open ranges. Everyone had their own sanctuary, an oasis, a shelter for the mind ( if not always the body ) where everything went silent and the world stopped spinning just for them. For Ryan and thousands of other teenagers, that place was the shower. It was the one place in any given home nearly guaranteed to be private, a small piece of territory where none but the brave or stupid dared tread less they arouse the ire of a hormonally charged and perpetually troubled young man or woman.
"I can't believe you made me get on that damn stage." Cole muttered in Ryan's ear from behind. To his brother's credit, Ryan never heard him coming, nor did he notice the curtain being slid open behind him. It was not a cool head or nerves of steel, merely fatigue that kept him from jumping in surprise.
"You had fun. No one could air guitar like that unless they were having fun." Cole cuffed him on the back of the head.
"I did not have fun! It was the most embarrassing thing I'd ever done, with all those people staring at me! I can't believe I- " Cole went silent as Ryan turned and smirked knowingly at him, meeting his brother's eyes. "Ok! Fine. It was.. Fun. It was like playing Rock Band without the instruments at a real concert." Cole could barely finish the sentence before he started laughing hysterically along with Ryan, the mere memory of it all enough to bring them to tears.
"Sis was recording it all you know, so after we get home I can show all your grumpy friends what a free spirit you are!"
"Don't you fucking dare!" Cole tried to muster a growl or a glare, but he couldn't maintain a straight face for more than a second and the harder he tried the louder he laughed. It was minutes before either of them calmed down, boisterous laughter becoming sporadic chuckles. It was only then when the humor of it all began to die down did it really sink in for Ryan that his brother was standing there in front of him without a single thread of clothing on his body. The night before had been a wildly sinful delight, a swift descent into decadence and debauchery that was but a blissful blur smeared across his mind. Now without the taint of alcohol or the shroud of darkness pulled across his eyes, he could really take in the body standing before him.
Cole wasn't quite as muscular as Ryan was, nor was he quite as tall but he must have done some kind of exercise. His shoulders weren't as slim as they used to be, his stomach free of the small tummy he'd carried when he was younger. If not for a few pounds of muscle, a scant two inches in height and their differently colored manes they could probably pass for twins.
"You like what you see?" Cole murmured, the words luring Ryan's eyes back up to Cole's. He'd meant to have a serious talk with his brother about the night before.. About what it meant. About how they probably shouldn't ever, ever do it again.. Meant to. Should have. Could have. When their lips met again it all vanished, erased with a simple meeting of the mouths. Tongue pushed against tongue, body against body, their hands wandering into all the places brothers most definitely shouldn't touch one another. With all the groping, the touching, the hip to hip grinding.. Ryan never saw it coming. Cole leant forward and reached past him, pulling shut the valve that controlled the hot water. In an instant the steamy water running down Ryan's back took a drastic turn for the frigid.
Before the first of many vulgarities had even left Ryan's lips the younger brother leapt out of the shower and sprinted from the bathroom. He only got four steps away from the door before Ryan tackled him from behind, sending them both tumbling across the carpeted floor. Neither brother could gain an edge over the other, a weakness, an advantage they could press on to victory. They wrestled across the carpet in a mess of limbs, of flailing tails and playful growls, a distant mimicry of years long since past. Just like many of their little tussles years ago, Ryan still managed to come out on top.. Literally. By the end of the exchange his teeth were clutching the scruff of his brother's neck, his hands forcing his body to the ground at the shoulders. Cole laid there hot faced and panting, his black mane the perfect frame for his flushed face.
Cole turned his head back to look over his shoulder, just able to catch his brother's eye in the corner of his vision. There was an excitement there, a fierce, primal joy. The look his brother had in his eyes was that of a beast dwelling in his head, a hungry, lusty animal that chased away the logic of man and society. As surely as fire could burn away entire cities in a single night, the flames of lust could burn any thoughts of consequence, reason and order from any mortal mind. Cole drew his body back along the carpet, his tail lifting up and to the side just as his hips seated themselves against his brother's. He didn't have to do much, just wriggle his ass up and down a few inches, just enough to tickle his brother's sheath with the fine fur lining the crack of his ass.
Ryan's dick grew in mere moments, a warm piece of engorged meat creeping across Cole's ass as it got larger and larger. When the spongy, rounded tip of his dick touched Cole's asshole, it felt far, far hotter that it should have. Hot enough to make him jump, hot enough to make him gasp. He didn't know which was hotter, the blood boiling in his veins, his brother's breath on his neck, or the cock that was about to fuck him silly. Even after the sound screwing of the night before, Cole still had a tight little ass that was just shy of being virgin. His brother's dick poked and prodded, but without the lube they'd had the night before it nearly impossible for Ryan to get inside him. The frustrated growls of the horny lion behind him had reached a fever pitch when Cole spoke.
"Bro, I got an idea. Just lay down and let me show you." He murmured. Ryan was reluctant to let go of Cole's scruff, even more so to peel his body away from his brother's warmth.. But he did, laying himself out on his back on the carpet to his side. He was propped up on his elbows, his tail flickering back and forth as he waited, impatiently leering at Cole. Cole stood up on his knees, taking a good long look at his brother's body in all it's glory.. His mind ticked back in time momentarily to the sensations and sights of the night before, to the exact moment where his brother slid inside him for the first time. The very thought of all that pleasure coming over him again made all the lingering soreness in his body melt away.
Cole stood up and took one long step across his brother's body, looking down at the lion between his ankles. They held each other's gaze only briefly before Cole turned around and sat down on his knees, his ass coming to rest on his brother's chest. He looked back over his shoulder at Ryan and grinned, his tail flagging up again to hang it's black tuft high near his shoulder blades.
"Get me nice'n wet and you'll slide right in." Ryan's eyes ticked down to Cole's pucker, then right back up at him, a lazy, lusty grin snaking across his muzzle. His face disappeared into a blind spot when he leant forward, just before his tongue lashed across Cole's asshole like a wet, fleshy whip. Cole crooned with delight as a whole new range of feelings poured into his mind like ambrosia into the mouths of the hungry. Ryan had never done it before, and probably never would have for anyone but the lion sitting on his chest.. But what he lacked in experience in that area, he more than made up for with gratuitous enthusiasm. The cat's small and nibble tongue possessed all the agility and flexibility that their bodies had, traits which Ryan used to make Cole as weak in the knees as he was in his lust filled mind.
Cole leant forward across Ryan's body, his head and hands coming to rest just shy of his brother's dick. His panting sucked in his brother's powerful musk with every breath drawn inwards, and made Ryan purr with exhale. Cole reached out with his fingers to pull it a little closer, close enough for him to begin furiously slathering it with his tongue. It was now Cole, not Ryan that was beginning to lose control, slobbering on his brother's dick like an animal over a fresh kill. If Cole could have had a better angle or the room to bend it down and shove it into his muzzle, he wouldn't be settling for merely licking it. He'd yet to give his brother a blow job and all he could think about was just how sweet Ryan's thick cum would taste washing down his throat.
"Let me up!" Cole wheezed when he could take it all no longer. When Ryan let go of his hips, Cole rolled off of his brother's body and onto his hands and knees. His tail thrashed behind him as he began to crawl away with his ass in the air, growling at his brother with a leer directed over his shoulder. The slow swaying of his hips, the way his tail curled and lifted just enough to show the tight little ring of flesh hidden just beneath it, the hungry gleam in his eyes.. It didn't say come make love to me, it didn't ask for tender little kisses or one more moment of foreplay from Ryan. It was Cole calling to him, telling him to come over and fuck him.
It didn't take long for Ryan to crawl across the floor and catch up with his brother, his dick bobbing between his legs with every 'step'. He could swear he saw Cole's eyes bouncing up and down, following right along with it. He only stopped crawling when Ryan grabbed the root of his tail from behind, yanking it straight up. The pain of the pull was immediately forgotten when his brother's dick shoved it's way under his tail and slammed home inside of him, drowning his mind in euphoria. Pinned down and fucked on the floor by his own brother, stretched out a fat piece of lion cock wedged inside his body.. He wouldn't want it any other way. Just as Cole started to reach beneath himself to rub his own dick, Ryan grabbed him by the elbows and pinned his arms to the floor.
"I didn't say you could do that." Ryan panted out into his ear in a smug tone.
"I need it!" Cole pleaded, trying fruitlessly to pull his arms free of his brother's grasp. "Please! Bro, please let me-"
"You've already got the only thing you need inside of you." Ryan jerked his hips forward forcefully enough to dig another few, precious inches into his brother, making Cole mewl like a kitten. Every time Ryan heard him begin draw a telltale breath inwards, every time Cole started to speak, he'd pull back an inch or three and drive in with all his weight. With his hips held high up by his brother's thighs from behind, it kept him locked in a perfect position for Ryan to go so deep it made him feel like a virgin all over again.
As hard as it all was on Cole, every second Ryan drew it all out was time spent in an unbearable place, a purgatory between the Heaven of being so close to cumming and the Hell of holding himself back. It was different than the crazy, blanket shredding sex they'd had the night before. Every gasp, every jerk, every reflexive clench of Cole's asshole around his dick.. He felt it all so clearly he wondered if it were all real. If he'd known his brother's ass was anything close to being as blissful, as wonderfully warm as it was, he'd have started fucking him years ago. Only when Ryan was sure neither of them could take it much longer did he let go of Cole's arm to grab him by his dick, giving his brother the one good pull he needed to hit his peak.
The breathless lion trapped beneath his body could do nothing but writhe with what little freedom and energy he had left inside. Ryan could hear his brother's cum hitting the floor under him, pelting it forcefully in gooey globs of sinful mess. The feeling of those muscles pulling open and shut in a mad orgasmic flurry around his cock was more than enough to drag Ryan up to his peak and over the edge right along with his brother. Ryan pulled back abruptly, yanking himself out of his brother to let loose with a barrage of his own. Shot after shot spattered on Cole's body from the small of his back, right on up to his shoulder blades. There wasn't a thing the younger brother could do to stop it.. Even if he wanted to.
Before he'd finished Ryan was already slumping off his brother's body to fall on the floor beside him. The lack of sleep the night before and the long day he'd had were both finally beginning to catch up with him, a reminder that even someone as perfect as he was still but a mortal. His equally tired brother pushed himself up from the floor just long enough to turn and fall across Ryan's chest.
"You're an asshole, you know that?" Cole rasped out when their eyes met, causing them both to burst out into tired laughter. Ryan kissed his brother on the cheek when they both calmed down, pulling him in close by the shoulders. Just before sleep began to take the both of them into it's gentle embrace, Ryan whispered four little words, so hushed and muffled by the fatigue clouding his mind that Cole barely heard him.
"I love you, Cole."