Title: It's My Party
Author: Daisy
Fandom: Rocket Power
Setting: Ocean Shores
Pairing: Lars/Twister, Otto/Sam, Kioni/Reggie
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: M
Chapters: 1/?
Word Count: 844
Type of Work: Chapter Story
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: Incest, Aged up characters, Drunken hijinks, Smut, Finger fetishism, Rimming, Cock-worship, more to come
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Twister never expected to get a present on his elder brother's birthday. But now he doesn't know what to do with it.
AN: WOW this story is going to be fun. I'm so exciiiited to doooo thiiiiis. I hope I finish it… PS. The Orgasm Lars is searching for is a drink, involving Amaretto, light cream, white cream de caocao, triple sec and vodka. Yep, it's a drink. 8D
Chapter One: Have A Little More ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
On the search for the best Orgasm in town, Twister was pretty sure they'd been to every bar and restaurant except the Snack Shack. And it was getting kind of annoying dragging Lars around as he went from tipsy to plastered in three hours. Rubbing his eyes as he leaned on the bar, sipping his water and glancing at the glaring pink numbers of the clock on the wall, he heaved a great sigh.
"Lars, man, c'mon, can we get out of here? I gotta go to bed…" A drink was pressed into his elbow and he turned to see a tall, fit blonde man smirking at him. Giving him a once-over, he licked his lips and leaned in a little.
"Hey, baby~" He greeted, and suddenly Twister's eyes were on the bartender, then the other people in the bar, and he had a sudden realization. This was a gay bar. Lars dragged him to a gay bar. And from the poor Spanish and various winks and hand gestures, he'd been discovered by one of the weirdest kinds of fetishists, in his opinion.
"Y-yeah, uh, dude, I'm just-" He tried, throwing eyes everywhere as he was tugged up against this mystery man.
"The choicest piece of ass in this place?" Blondie purred, nearly in his ear, and when Twister suddenly gave a shout of alarm, his Prince in Shining Tinfoil staggered over like he was going to really do something.
"'Ey, whatcha think yer doin' wi' my Twister?" Eyes narrowed, though it looked a tad like he might be about to conk out, Lars rose to his full height and girth, showing how stocky and muscled he'd become over the years.
"I don't see your name on him." The blue-eyed man replied, eyes alight with anger at being interrupted. When his precious baby brother was tugged back to his side, Lars offered an almost-loving smile before suddenly he hit the ground. Apparently the creeper didn't enjoy the thought of his 'ass' getting away. Having been ready to yank Lars out to the car, he found himself suddenly pushed into a seat and watched as the wall of man that was his brother crashed into the lighter skinned man. He had a formidable punch, usually, but he was far too drunk to do too much damage.
Shoved over off of unstable legs, the eldest Rodriguez nearly crashed into the ground again, but his mostly-faithful little brother was there to catch him and quickly haul him off to his old, brown Accord. Except instead of getting Lars into the back seat like he'd planned, he found himself pinned to the door with lips pressed to his. The elder's lips were chapped, and he reeked of alcohol, the kiss was a little fumbling, but not entirely unsatisfying. Before he knew it, he had a rather richly alcoholic flavored tongue slid into his mouth and he gave a soft squeak of surprise, eyes going wide.
Then, suddenly, it was gone. And so was Lars. When his eyes opened again, it seemed Blondie had found them and clocked his brother one more time. Turning with a fire in his eyes that was probably inherited from his mother, he glared at the guy and shoved him away before helping Lars into the backseat.
"You're an asshole, man. He's drunk off his ass, and he's my-" Brother probably wouldn't get him the desired reaction, so he swallowed his pride and growled out, "Boyfriend." With that, he shot the guy one more cruel look before he skirted around the front of the car and climbed in. He could still hear 'but baby' going on outside when he fired up the engine and drove away. Heading to Lars' apartment, he had more than enough time to think on the flavors still mixing on his tongue. Sure, there was the bite of liquor and the soothing aspect of the cream, but there was something… More. Something distinctly Lars that burned more than the drink on his tongue.
Pulling up and parking in front of the apartments Lars called hom, Twister got out and then helped his brother up the stairs. Fishing in his own pocket for the key, he unlocked the door and started to leave him there.
"Wait, no, uh… Hey, Twist, can you uh… Help me inside?" Trying to be smooth, he grinned drunkenly, and earned an eyeroll and a sigh from the younger.
"Alright, fine, but then I seriously need to get home." His tone was warning as he helped the other slump inside, closing the door, and, with his brother's whole weight on him, he lead him to bed. Pushing the elder down onto his bed, he thought he'd be able to escape those strong arms, only to be proven wrong. Tugged down with his brother, he fell into his chest and gasped a little, "L-Lars, I-"
Apparently, the only acceptable amount of complaints was zero, because once more Lars shut him up with a kiss.
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