NOTE: I know this probably won't even be read, but I'm too perverted not to write it. This fic starts after Jake got his ass handed to him at the party. And Charlie knocks on his door with pizza the next day after school. I saw this scene, and thought of this. Perverted me, I know. Don't tell me this could never happen, I know that, but I don't really care. I saw so many sweet moments between these two. And, don't tell me how wrong and perverted or blah blah blah I am. Because, you know what, I already now that, and, guess what, I don't really care about that, either.

Charlie Tyler pressed the button to open the door of the microwave. He removed the microwavable pizza and walked with it to his brother's room.

"Jake?" He didn't hear an answer from inside, so he knocked on, and then opened the door. He saw his older brother, lying, shirtless on his bed. He'd always been envious of his brother's skinny frame and muscles. He'd always been told he was cute, but he wished he had muscles like his brother. He couldn't wait til he got rid of all the baby fat. Now that he was in a tennis academy, it should happen faster.

His brother had been sweating in his sleep. He lay the pizza down on the table and started to turn around and walk out when he heard Jake moan painfully in his sleep. He'd gotten beat badly in that fight last night and Charlie felt really bad for him. Everyone had already seen the fight; even Charlie had seen it on the internet. His brother had heart, though, he kept getting up. Charlie had hurt, seeing his brother get beat like that.

He turned around and walked over to his brother's body. He started to run his finger across his brother's gleaming back. He ran his hands up to his shoulders and started massaging him gently. His muscles were tense, and the gestures Charlie was performing seemed to relax his brother. Charlie began to move his bands lower on Jake's back when he heard his voice.

"Charlie, what do you think you're doing?"

"I…umm…" Charlie turned red, took his hands off Jake, and started to leave.

"Wait, Charlie, I didn't say you could go anywhere."

Charlie stopped in his tracks, ready to get yelled at.

"Turn around, Charlie."

Charlie did as he was told.

"What were you doing?"

"Well, Jake, I brought you some food, and I started to leave, but you made a sound like you were in pain, and your muscles were too tensed for you to sleep good, so I though I'd try and help out. I'm sorry."

"Well, come to think of it, my shoulders do feel better."

"See," Charlie smiled, "I knew it would help."

"Well, come help more, I wasn't sleeping well, you were right."

Charlie walked back over to his brother, who had sat up in bed. He sat behind him and put his hands back on his shoulders, and started massaging him again.

"Charlie, you're really good at this, where did you learn to do this so well?"

"Well, a lot of the girls at the academy get really sore after matches and, well, you know."

"Charlie, my little brother Charlie touching a girl? Yea right!"

"Shut up, Jake." Charlie laughed, punching Jake on the shoulder.

"Owww , Charlie, I'm injured. You can't punch an injured man."

Jake stood up from his bed and put his hand up in front of his face, in a fighting stance. Charlie stood up on his knees on the bed, facing Jake, also raising his hands up. He swung and Jake stuck up his arm, effectively blocking it. And jumping forward, tackling Charlie onto the bed. He straddled Charlie and started hitting him in the face. Not hard, but just enough to make his head move side to side.

"Jake," Charlie said between laughs, "stop, let me up."

"Nope, shouldn't have hit an injured man."

Charlie blocked one of Jake's punches, and threw himself to the side, forcing Jake off of him. He crawled on top of Jake and started punching him in the chest.

"Tennis has made someone a lot stronger. But you're still no match for your older brother." Jake easily lifted Charlie off of him and put him don on the floor on his back. He slid off the bed to sit on him and continue wrestling. When he slid down off the bed, he sat right on Charlie's groin area. And both of them stopped laughing and looked seriously at each other.

"Charlie….are you…"

Charlie slid out from under Jake and started to get up and leave with embarrassment. Jake grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

"Charlie-"

"Just let me go, Jake." Charlie pulled out of his brother's grip and walked out the door to his room. Jake stood outside of his little brother's door for a good five minutes, not knowing what to say. He knocked on the door and didn't hear a reply. He twisted the door knob and cracked it open. Charlie was lying face down on his bed, with a pillow covering his head. Jake could hear his sobbing softly.

"Hey, Charlie…" Jake started, not knowing how to finish what he was saying. He sat down beside Charlie on his bed, "Charlie."

Charlie didn't answer; Jake started rubbing his back, and Charlie looked up from the pillow his face was in.

"Don't you think I'm a freak now?"

"I've always thought you were a freak, Charlie." Jake smiled down at Charlie.

Charlie smiled through the tears.

"But, I….I…"

"So, you got a little hard. I'm sure it was just the contact. The friction, ya know. You're going through puberty; it's nothing to be ashamed of."

"But, Jake. It wasn't the contact."

"What?"

"It happened when I saw you lying in bed. The sweat gleaming on your body."

"Charlie, you're kidding, right?"

"I knew you'd think I was a freak" Charlie buried his head back in the pillows. Jake grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up to face him.

"I told you, I've always thought you were a freak. This isn't gonna make me feel any different about you. You're always gonna be my baby brother."

"But…I….I got…..you know."

"It's just the puberty speaking, Charlie"

"But, what if it's not, what if I'm-"

"I can tell you if you are."

"How?"

Jake leaned in and kissed Charlie on the lips. He pulled back and looked at Charlie.

"Now. Did you like that."

Charlie couldn't answer he was speechless. His mind wouldn't comprehend that his brother had just kissed him.

"Charlie?"

"I….I'm not sure. I….I…."

Jake leaned back in to kiss Charlie again. He tried to tell himself it was to prove something to Charlie, but, deep down, he knew t was for him. Something about Charlie's lips. They were warm, warm and soft. He was about to pull back when he felt Charlie's hand on the back of his head, pulling him tighter. The pressure o the kiss was to the point of lip bruising when Charlie felt Jake tongue drag across his lower lip. He wasn't sure what to do, but he got the idea when Jake got tired of waiting and just shoved is tongue into his brother's mouth.

Charlie loved the taste of Jake inside his mouth. He shoved himself forward and Jake backwards onto the bed. He took Jake's surprise to his advantage, and shoved his tongue into his mouth. He licked the inside of Jake's mouth all over, tasting every crevice, never wanting it to end. He waited til his lungs screamed to pull back.

"Damn. Charlie. Where'd you learn to do that?"

"I dunno. I've never kissed anyone like that before."

"Really?"

"Yea." Charlie blushed, admitting something like that to Jake.

"Well, I'm sure you could use more practice." Jake pulled Charlie back to him by his shirt and shoved his tongue into Charlie's mouth, tasting him this time. Charlie ran his hands over Jake's chest and abs, feeling how muscular his brother was. Jake figured there was no going back; he pulled back, and grabbed the bottom of Charlie's shirt, pulling it over his head. Charlie blushed when his shirt was on the floor and tried his best to cover himself up.

"What are you doing, Charlie?"

"Don't look at me."

"Why?"

"I'm chubby, and it makes me uncomfortable."

"Charlie, I'd rather you be chubby than as skinny as a lot of kids your age. It makes you so….cute?"

"Really?"

"You're adorable, Charlie."

Charlie slowly moved his hands away and left them at his sides. He looked away as Jake looked him over. It made him uncomfortable to an extreme, but that care melted away when Jake pressed against Charlie and started rubbing his torso against his own. Jake ran his hands down Charlie's sides and across his stomach. He squeezed Charlie's stomach.

"Jake!" Charlie pushed him away, "What are you doing?"

"Squeezing you." Jake smiled.

"Why?"

"You're so…..lovable?"

Charlie started to protest, but decided against it, and leaned in to his brother again,

Jake slid down his brother, kissing everything on the way down. He kissed Charlie's chest and stomach, and dipped his tongue into Charlie's belly button, making Charlie squirm with a mix of discomfort and lust. He reached Charlie's waist and unbuttoned his pants. He slid them off of Charlie's hip and down around his ankles. Charlie kicked the pants off, and Jake sat up too look at his almost-nude brother.

Charlie shivered in anticipation. Jake put his thumbs in the waist band of Charlie's boxers and slid them down, allowing Charlie's erection to pop up proudly. Jake took Charlie into his hand and started stroking him gently. Charlie gasped at his brother's ministrations. Jake started moving his hand faster, but Charlie grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"What is it?"

"Too rough, too much friction."

Jake looked down at his callused hands and could see what Charlie meant.

"Well, do you want me to?"

"Want you to what?"

Jake leaned in and whispered his intentions into Charlie's ear, causing him to flush with embarrassment, but slowly nod. Jake trailed his tongue all the way down from Charlie's chest to his cock. He licked the tip of it; Charlie shuddered in reply. Jake started sucking gently on the head, and Charlie let out a moan and threw his head back, moaning Jake's name.

Jake smiled at the noises he could make Charlie make, as he took the rest of Charlie into his mouth. Charlie was overwhelmed with heat he'd never experienced before. He started to thrust deeper into Jake's mouth, but Jake held his hips down on the bed. He knew that, with this reaction, Charlie wouldn't last very long.

Charlie tasseled his hands in Jake's hair. And moaned nothing into the air, because he wasn't sure what to say, his brain wasn't working too well at the moment. All he knew was that he was feeling something he didn't even know existed. Something was happening in Charlie's stomach, it felt like he was gonna be sick, but in a good way. Jake sucked slightly each time he got to the tip of Charlie's penis.

The feeling in Charlie's stomach only grew larger and more intense. Jake knew Charlie was close, for he stopped moaning and started just making little noises and some-what shaking. He took Charlie as far into his mouth as he could, making it touch the back of his throat, and swallowing. His throat closing around Charlie was too much. All of Charlie's muscles tensed at once as he released himself into Jake's mouth. Jake didn't really like the taste, so, as soon as Charlie was past his climax, he spit into the waste bucket beside the bed.

"Wow, Jake…." It was all Charlie could manage to say as he was coming down.

"How was that, Charlie?"

"It was….well….it was good."

"Only good?"

"No….but I'm not sure what else to say?"

"Do you say it's my turn now?"

"Sure, I can try." Charlie started o unbutton Jake's pants, but Jake stood up off the bed, and walked out, telling Charlie he'd be right back. He re entered the door soon, holding a small clear bottle.

"What's that?"

"It's lube, Charlie."

"Lube, for what? My saliva should work just fine."

"Well, that's just it, I thought we could try something else this time."

"Like what?"

"Well, I figured I'd try.." Jake leaned down and whispered into Charlie's ear again, not wanting to say it out loud. When he pulled back from Charlie's ear, Charlie had a look on his face that could only be described as surprised, with maybe a little bit of fear in it.

"I. I guess we could try that." Charlie said, quietly.

"If you don't want to, that completely fine."

"No. No, it's, well, I'm just a little scared."

"I'll be easy, kid. There's nothing to worry about."

Charlie nodded in agreement, still a little unsure, but trusting in Jake. He watched almost blankly as Jake removed his pants and slid his underwear off of his slender hip bones. He saw Jake, and how much bigger he was than Charlie. Jake kissed Charlie's lips before pulling his hand, and him off the bed, and leaning him over the side of it.

"Are you sure about this, Charlie?"

"Yea, I trust you. You said it wouldn't hurt, so-"

"I didn't say it wouldn't hurt, Charlie. I'm not gonna lie, it's probably going to hurt."

"How bad?"

"I'm not sure, but I promise I'll be gentle."

"Okay. I trust you."

Jake opened the bottle of lube, and poured a little into his hand, and rubbing his fingers good with it. He slowly put one finger into Charlie. He let out a small squeak.

"Are you okay?"

"It just feels a little weird."

Jake pushed his finger all the way in and pulled it back out a few time, before putting the second finger in. This hurt a little more, but it wasn't unbearable, but it wasn't exactly pleasurable, either. Jake pulled his fingers apart, stretching the ring of muscle and making Charlie squirm again.

"This one's gonna hurt a little more." Jake told him when he started to put three fingers in. Charlie cried out when he pushed all three fingers in.

"I'm sorry, Charlie, do you want me to stop?"

"No…no, keep going."

"If it hurts, I'll stop."

"It hurts, but I want to make you feel like you made me feel. I want you to keep going."

Jake rubbed Charlie's back with his free hand as he pushed his fingers in and out of him. When he thought he'd been stretched well enough, Jake poured some of the lube on himself, as well as Charlie's lower back, letting it leak down.

"I'm going to push in now, okay, Charlie?"

"Okay." Charlie really didn't want him too, but, Jake probably hadn't wanted to do what he did earlier, so, it was fair, in his mind.

Jake slowly pushed into Charlie. The three fingers didn't prepare him enough, and Charlie started to tear up as he was stretched even more. He didn't make a sound, because he wanted his brother to keep going, he wanted to make him happy. But, when Jake was about halfway in, he let out a sob.

"Charlie? Are you okay?"

"No, it hurts! It hurts so bad, and I don't think it's gonna fit. I just don't think it'll fit in me, Jake."

"I'm almost in." Jake lied. He really wasn't, but he really didn't want to stop. It felt too good.

"Okay. Just hurry with the rest of it."

"Charlie, if I hurry, it's gonna hurt worse."

"But it'll be in. Just push in the rest of the way."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, just do it!"

Jake knew he'd hate himself for hurting Charlie like this, later. But he obliged Charlie, and pushed himself, the whole other half, into Charlie all at once. Charlie buried his face into the sheets and put his finger inside his mouth and bit down. It was unbearable. Jake was too big, and it hurt so much.

"Are you okay, Charlie?"

He knew his voice would betray him, so his just made a confirmation noise and nodded. He really wasn't okay. He wanted it to stop already, and it was just getting started.

"Can I move now?"

Charlie nodded again, and Jake pulled out before pushing back in slowly. It took all of the self control Jake had, and more, not to go too fast and really hurt Charlie. He went as slow as he could in and out. The pain didn't get any less for Charlie, he wished Jake would just stop, just pull out of him and let Charlie just lie there and cry. Or, he wished he would, at least, hurry up.

"Just hurry up, already!" Charlie screamed when he was almost out of his mind in pain. He wanted to tell Jake how much it hurt, but he thought of the video and how bad that must've hurt Jake, and if this made Jake feel better, it was worth it, right?

Jake didn't ask for confirmation, he just pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in fast, over and over. Jake could feel his climax coming soon, Charlie was so tight and hot. He was crushing Jake inside of him. Charlie tasted blood and realized how hard he was biting his finger and wondered if he would be able to walk tomorrow, much less play tennis. What excuse could he make up? Would a hot shower help? Before he could run any more ideas through his head, he felt Jake release, filling Charlie's insides with the weirdest sensation. Jake held himself inside Charlie, unloading fully with a scream of his brother's name.

He pulled out of Charlie and walked out to get a towel to clean them both up. When he returned, Charlie hadn't moved, but his back was rising and falling at a quickened pace. Jake walked up and wiped the mess off of Charlie's thighs. He picked Charlie up slowly and lay him on the bed. He noticed the tears running freely down Charlie's face.

"Charlie! Did I hurt you that bad?"

Charlie could only nod; afraid he wouldn't be able to find his voice.

"Why didn't you tell me? I would've stopped."

"I…I wanted to make you feel better. I kept thinking of that video and how hurt you got, and I didn't want to be a baby."

"Charlie…." Jake lie down next to his brother and pulled him into a hug.

"I don't care how much I get hurt, that never makes it okay for you to be hurt."

"I just wanted to make you happy."

"You being the smart ass little brother I love makes me happy."

Charlie smiled, and Jake kissed him on the cheek. They lie there, with Charlie in Jake's arms for a long stretch of time, neither saying a word. Until Charlie decided to be the smart all little brother he was, and broke the silence.

"Hey, Jake?"

"Yea?"

"I can blame this all on puberty, what's your excuse?"