My Best Friends Brother

Chapter 77

MILO’S P.O.V.

“Miles...”

I don’t give him the chance to change his mind about following me in here, burying my hands into his hips and shoving him harshly up against the door.

I fucking need him...

The craving I’ve had for him all day becoming instantly satisfied the moment our lips meet. I haven’t stopped fucking thinking about him, game day is always an overload of adrenaline, but it seems to be even worse today than it has been before and every thought I have is of him.

Even in the shower this morning as I was trying to run plays through my head all I could think about was watching him running around the court, his clothes slowly falling away until I had his naked body pinned down to the fucking wood, doing everything I could possibly think of to do with him as he stared up at the net completely lost in pleasure.

This is his fucking fault. Last night we were on the phone and things got... heated. The sounds that he makes when he’s growing with pleasure, the way that dirty words drip from his tongue seeping with lust... I came so fucking hard that I had to change my fucking sheets.

Then even after we said goodbye I couldn’t sleep, things are seriously progressing with us and it suddenly occurred to me that I needed to do some research to prepare for that. Google is your friend people.

I’m not stupid, I know the fucking basics of everything we could do together, even if I’m not sure he’s ready for a lot of it I couldn’t stop picturing what his face will look like when we get to that point.

It turns out however, there’s a whole fucking world that I knew nothing about, things I’ve never experienced, but things I really fucking want to with him. After I was done playing gay-discovery, all I wanted was to get my hands on him... Thigh fucking, did you know that was a thing? Because I fucking didn’t.

Josh tries to push back into the kiss and retrieve some semblance of control, but he needs to stop because my restraint is at its fucking limit right now and all I want is him.

Sliding my hands under his shirt, I try not to moan when my palms begin to ripple over his deep seated abs. A part of me that just wants to drop to my knees and run my tongue all along them, but I know if I do, I won’t stop at his abs.

I loved going out with him and Liam, really fucking loved it. That kid is seriously fucking sweet and he was really easy to get on with, but it did mean that me and Josh haven’t been alone together since last weekend and that’s just way too fucking long to not be able to get another taste of him.

My hands slide up and drag his shirt along with them until his chest is completely exposed and he releases the urge to take control from me, just sinking back into the grain of the door whilst letting my tongue slip between his lips.

Kissing him. Just fucking kissing him is enough to have fervor dig its claws through my cells and take hold of my spine, directing my pooling blood from one organ into another.

He seems to regain enough composure that his hands come up from his sides and wrap themselves around my waist, tugging our bare chests together as he forces pressure against me. He doesn’t say it, but I know he fucking loves it when there’s no fabric barriers between us, his shirt now sitting so high that when he let’s his hands climb down to my hips and forces me in to grind against him, I can feel my nipples brushing up against his sensitively. Feels so fucking good...

“Ahhh...” His soft moans are muffled by the kiss, so I quickly move my lips from his to his neck so I can hear them in all their fucking glory. Keeping my fingers entangled in the fabric of his shirt in order to maintain its raised position, I let my thumbs lean down until they are brushing against his fully erect buds. “Miles... Fuck... What are you doing?”

I smirk before gently sucking his neck into my mouth, hard enough to make him groan with pleasure again but not enough that it will leave the mark that I wish I could.

“Warming up... Coach said it's important that I do it properly, it’s good for my shoulder.” I flick my eyes up towards him whilst nibbling on his swollen neck and immediately see the smile on his face. He thinks I’m fucking adorable, but he doesn't realise how cute he is when he looks like that.

“Better make sure you’re warmed up properly then... Wouldn't want you to irritate your injury...” Catching me by surprise, he grips my waist firmly before shoving us both back. We fall back against one of the storage lockers, before chuckling as he spins us both until my knees hit Coach’s old desk and I end up sitting on top of it, pulling him in towards me.

We’re both still smiling even as we try to reinitiate a kiss. I know that I’m supposedly just a hormonal teenager, but there's something about being with him that adds a whole another fucking level to the desire that I feel. I can’t get enough of him, I’m never fucking appeased.

Kissing him, touching him, everything from the intimate way he holds my hand right through to the look he gets when he realises that he's turned me on, just ignites a fire that refuses to burn out until he’s the one to quench the flames. It’s never been like this before, this obsession for someone’s body on mine.

I pull him down with me as I fall back against the timber, the wood creaking under the weight of us as he follows through and climbs on top of me so I’m laying against the desk with his thighs either side of my hips.

“Miles... We have to go back out there... They’ll be wondering where we are and anyone could walk in here...” I try not to laugh, he’s saying we need to stop whilst still continuing to kiss me between his words.

“No... We really don't...” This might be one of the biggest games of my career so far, but I can’t imagine a better way to improve it than adding this memory with Josh into the mix.

He really does look fucking unreal, he always looks incredible but even in just a pair of jeans and a plain white shirt, I’ve never found myself salivating at the sight of someone the way I do with him.

I pull at the hem of his t-shirt trying to yank it over his head but he smirks at me before trying to pull it back.

“Miles... Please don't make this fucking harder...” Actually, making you harder seems pretty impossible considering what I can feel digging into my stomach right now.

He lifts his body slightly like he’s getting ready to step off me, but I take hold of his hips and slip down between his legs enough that when I lift my head I can suck his pleading pink nipple directly into my mouth. His hands slam back down into the desk above my head, his whole body relaxes slowly until I’m leaning back against the surface with him still tantalizing my tongue, his head falling forward and his eyes beginning to close.

If I’m perfectly honest, I didn’t really plan on it going this far, but he just had to go and fucking moan like that. What else did he expect me to do?

The last time anything happened between us, I let him take the reins for most of it. He’s definitely the most experienced one out of us in this department, but I’ve done my fucking research and I know what I want to do.

Moving my lips from one part of his swollen chest to the other awaiting side, he inhales sharply as I pull it into my mouth. I will never, ever tire of hearing him like this. My hand begins to trail its way over his stomach, gaining lower and lower territory as I try to gauge his reaction. When I reach the band of his jeans, I loop my finger into the leather of his belt and pull it back firmly until it unlocks.

He freezes, looking down his chest at me laying below him before glancing back at the door. No one comes in here, especially on game day and he knows that, but I won’t make him do anything.

“Do you want me to stop?” If he asks me to, I will without hesitation.

“I just...” He stares into my eyes, his usual radiant blues looking almost turquoise in the fluctuating sunlight seeping in here from under the door. “I don’t want you to do anything you're not ready for... you know I don’t expect anything from you.”

I know he doesn’t... I think it’s the reason I want to do it to him even more.

Removing my hands from his body, I plant them down on the edges of the desk and lean up so my lips can find his again. There seems to be an unspoken rule between us that a kiss is a clear indicator that we are content with what’s happening, and from the way his lips begin to strangle mine with overwhelming passion, I know that he’s really fucking okay with this.

His belt hangs loose and open, brushing against my navel as I let go of the kiss and follow my kisses through down his neck and onto his chest, using my quivering fingers to undo his jeans. Just because I’m okay with doing this doesn't mean I’m not fucking terrified that I’m somehow going to do it fucking wrong... I can do this...

He’s so fucking strong, he's practically been holding his whole weight on top of me for this entire time and there isn't the slightest hint of a quiver in his bulging biceps.

Slipping my hand into the fabric of his underwear, it’s the first time I see the pulsation run entirely through him. I haven’t ever touched him here before, I haven’t ever touched any man here before, so I work gently trying to get to grips with him.

It’s so different than touching yourself, his erection is stiff and a lot more fucking tempting than I predicted. I start at his base and run my fingertips slowly all the way along the undercarriage of his shaft until I reach the tip, all the time staring at his face as it falls down and his chin smacks against his chest as his eyelashes meet to cover his raw, passion filled eyes.

This feels good, it feels so fucking good. Taking my hands to the sides of his jeans, I pull them down gradually, along with his boxers, until they sit at the top of his thighs and everything springs out right before me.

Fuck I forgot how big he is. I really don’t know how things are going to work with us later on... but that is going to be a fucking lot to take...

My lips become dry as I look down and wrap my hand around his thick base, the whole thing twitching in my palm as I lock my fingers, fully engulfing him.

“Fuck...”

I was so busy watching what I was doing to him that I forgot to check his beautiful face for how he’s feeling. His eyes now wide open as he looks between our bodies at my hand wrapped around his member. I apply gentle pressure as I run my self all the way down him slowly, then bring my hand back up to the base, feeling every throbbing vein under my touch. I do it again, and again, and again, each time watching his lip gets sucked further and further between his teeth.

He likes it... Fuck he really fucking likes it...

The next time as I approach his edge, I flick my thumb out right over the tip and watch his eyes fly wide open as they look at me, my finger becoming increasingly wet as I rub the pre-cum all over his tip.

“You feel so fucking good...” I whisper as the pace of my hand increases, but he seems overtaken by the feeling and can't respond, only staring directly into my eyes like he's trying to let the realisation of what's happening sink in.

I continue to pump him harder, his body giving in to the overwhelming urges until he's following through on my pumps and thrusting his hips into my hands, his tip now brushing against my lower stomach, smearing it in his essence and making my whole body react in return. Fuck I hope I’ve got another pair of shorts in my locker because there’s no way I’ll be able to wear these ones when we’re done here.

He drops down onto one elbow and I loop my leg around his knee to swing his whole body onto its side as I do the same, until we’re both laying on the desk on our sides facing each other. We always end up here don’t we..

Now he can completely relax, his breathing grows to become panting and those delicious sounds that I crave so badly start to increase in volume as I take the pace of my wrist to the extreme.

He’s leaking, cursing, his nails digging into my skin trying to leave his mark. Fuck Josh... I’m going to fucking ruin you...

His sensational fluids leak onto my stomach, before dripping down over my hip and pooling onto the wood. His whole body is vibrating, and with every kiss that I begin to leave over his chest, he only seems to lose his inhibitions further.

“Fuck... Fuck... Miles... You're going to make me...”

Oh fuck it’s happening... I’m actually doing this to him...

I reach up to kiss his lips, I just want to stare at him and soak in his incomparable face of ecstasy but I don’t want him to be overwhelmed. He thrusts hard into my hand and it begins to rub up against my own solid rod.

“You're...hard....”

Kissing his lips more firmly, I pull my body back so he can’t feel it.

“This isn't about me...  let me do this to you...  Josh... I want to be the only person that gets to do this to you...”

There’s a scurry of noise in the hall outside the door and I realise the opposition have arrived, but I really couldn’t give a fuck right now as his head comes down to meet mine and I feel a drop of sweat run its way from his hairline down onto my skin just as his arms throw themselves around my neck and hold us together.

“Milessss... Like that... Fuck...”

I squeeze him tightly, only making him cry out without a care for what his noises are fucking doing to me, until... Fuck...

I can do nothing but run over and over his full length as stream after stream of his creation spurts out of him, his orgasm so intense that it smacks me in the stomach before coating my hand and the section of the desk that sits between us. I don’t stop until the words pouring out of his mouth become completely incoherent and his whole body becomes limp in its efforts to hold onto me.

Watching him ride out his high, knowing that I was the person that could do that to him... Oh that was fucking amazing...We are doing that again.

His head falls down on his arm against the grain and I end up mirroring his position, stroking away all the hair that has fallen in front of his perfect eyes. He looks so handsome glowing like that. As my finger likely grazes over his warm cheekbone, he reaches up and captures my hand before bringing it to his lips.

“Are you okay?” I chuckle, watching his eyes slowly fade to closed.

He nods, kissing my fingers each in turn before the loud slam of the band beginning their song fills the air.

“Oh shit, you really have to fucking go.” I know I do, I just want a few more seconds of watching him like this, it's not often that he leaves himself completely emotionally exposed in front of me. Right now he looks like he’s floating around in a dream world, one where there’s just him, me and never ending pleasure. It could be our reality so easily...

I remove my hand and kiss his lips softly before looking around the room for anything to clean up this mess, spotting the big roll of blue paper we use to clean the equipment and ripping off a bundle to sort out my hand and stomach before returning to the desk.

Like fuck am I using this stuff on him, it's way too fucking rough. Instead I grab the bottom of my shorts and slowly run it along his sensitive flesh, trying not to smile too widely when he twitches under my touch... Maybe I like it a little bit too much because I can’t seem to stop myself running over his sensitive tip again and again, watching his body ricochet with the after waves of his orgasm.

“Miles... you shouldn't do that...” He remarks, looking at me as I watch his cheeks begin to flush with embarrassment.

“It’s fine, I’ve got another pair in my locker.” I hope.

I rest back against him before leaving a kiss on each of his heated cheeks. I don’t want him to be embarrassed, it was fucking incredible to watch him like that.

We both jump up to our feet, one of us slightly more shaky than the other. Josh buckling up his jeans and attempting to sort out his hair, but there’s very little he can do to hide what just happened here. Thank fuck nobody knows anything, it would be pretty fucking obvious if they did.

We walk towards the door, but before I have time to open it and see if the coast is clear, he grabs my wrist and pulls me until we are face to face.

“Good luck, you've got this.” With him watching me, I know that I won’t fucking miss today.

I check that nobody is in the hall, before we both step out and attempt to make our way in opposite directions, only realising our hands are still connected when we begin to pull apart. I lean over and kiss the back of his hand before letting go completely and racing through the back door of the locker room.

Coach is used to me needing some time to myself on game day to get my head straight, so he doesn’t say anything when I slide past him and make my way straight to my locker, stripping off my shorts and sighing with relief when I realised my spare pair are in here.

I just hope to fuck this boner goes down before I have to run onto that fucking court.

Eli is leaning against the wall when I jog over to join him, thinking about that time that I helped Lee pack up the pool house before they moved and found a bag under her bed that contained something you definitely wouldn't usually find amongst a pile of books. It usually gets rid of this thing sharpish when I picture my sister buying one of them.

“You good man? Shoulder all warmed up?”

Oh yeah, I gave it a really good fucking workout.

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