The Wilkerson house remained relatively quiet, except for the boy's room, where the sound of breathless moaning and squeaking mattress springs filled the room. Malcolm lay on his stomach, on Reese's bed, naked. Gripping his older brother's sheets tightly and biting his lip, he struggled to contain to groans of both pain and pleasure that so badly wanted to escape his lips. But he knew he couldn't let it out. Reese was already too loud, the sounds of his gasping coupled with the sounds of his balls slapping against a Malcolm's submissive ass, it was a surprise their mom and dad hadn't come to check in on them.

"Reese," whispered Malcolm quietly, quickly closing his mouth before any other sounds could escape his lips.

"What?" moaned Reese, pressing his lips into Malcolm's moist neck while thrusting deep into him.

"You're too loud," groaned Malcolm, his eyes closed from the wave of pleasure that shot through his body.

"So?" said Reese, sliding his tongue down his younger brother's perspiring neck.

"So, you'll wake up mom and- Oh fuck yeah, just like that Reese!" he answered barely able to keep his voice lowered.

"I can't help it Malcolm," said Reese, letting out a couple of unabashed moans before continuing, "You're just so damn fun to ride."

"I know," said Malcolm, feeling himself smile, "Just keep it down."

"I'll try baby, but there's only so much I can do to stop myself from going crazy when I'm inside of you," answered Reese breathily, planting a trail of kisses down the side of his lover's neck. Hearing one of those rare moments where his older brother showed genuine affection for him, Malcolm felt his arousal beginning to peak.

"Reese, I'm getting close, I need to cum," moaned Malcolm louder than he intended.

"Not on my bed you're not, babe," said Reese, promptly pulling out and flipping him over. Seeing his brother on his knees over him, his toned body covered in a sheen of sweat, was getting him even closer.

"Reese!" warned Malcolm as his cock began to twitch. In a swift motion Reese got down between his legs and parted his lips, taking his brother's head into his mouth. Grabbing Malcolm's shaft with his right hand, he began to suck messily on his swollen head, all the while rolling his balls in between the fingers of his left hand. Groaning quietly, Malcolm dug his hands into Reese's gelled up, spiky hair, sliding his fingers in between his crunchy hair while simultaneously gently pushing him down, urging him to take more.. Looking up to Malcolm's impassioned face, Reese decided to oblige and slid his lips down his brother's manhood until his nose was pressing into his trimmed pubes. "Oh yeah, Reese," moaned Malcolm softly. Slowly moving his head up and down the smooth muscle in between his lips, Reese increased his suction, trying to bring out louder moans from his brother. His head now bobbing at a faster pace it wasn't long before Malcolm couldn't take it anymore. With an undignified whimper Malcolm bucked his hips wildly as he released his juices into his brother's waiting mouth, filling it to the brim. He gazed intently at Reese, his lips wrapped tightly around his erection, his cheeks hollowing out and filling, over and over as he chugged down the large quantities of cum he was releasing.

When he managed to get it all down, Reese looked up at his brother's tired blue eyes and satisfied smile across his face. Knowing he was about to loose him, Reese quickly got up and straddled Malcolm's chest.

"You're not getting off that easy little bro, you still have to take care of me," he said pressing his cock head into Malcolm's lips.

"Tomorrow," said Malcolm groggily, weakly attempting to push Reese off of him.

"Come on Malcolm, it'll be really quick," said Reese, trying pass his dick past his lips.

"Reese, I'm too tired, I want to sleep, tomorrow," said Malcolm groggily, quietly adding, "maybe."

"Well then what am I supposed to do with this?" asked Reese gripping his hard cock.

"Dewey?" suggested Malcolm, barely being able to keep his eyes open.

"But I prefer you," said Reese.. Malcolm's heart skipped a beat and his eyes shot wide open.

"Really?" asked Malcolm, curiosity pushing away his tiredness.

"Yeah," answered Reese with a sheepish smile, "I like you better." Malcolm eyed Reese with suspicion, and when he saw that there was nothing but sincerity in his words he felt his resistance give way.

"Fine. But take me from behind, I don't want that thing ramming down my throat at this time of night," he said, giving Reese's cock a soft tap. Now it was Reese's turn to be surprised.

"Really?" asked Reese.

"Yeah, just be gentle, because I want to sleep. And don't make too much of a mess," answered Malcolm smacking his lips sleepily, closing his eyes as tiredness washed over him again. For the last couple of weeks Malcolm had allowed Reese to fuck his ass but he would never let him finish inside of him, not wanting a mess. And though Reese had been very vocal about the restriction, he'd listened anyways. Reese grinned as he got off of his brother and turned him on his side. He wrapped his hand around himself and jerked his dick off until he was hard again. He positioned himself, and slowly pushed into Malcolm's heat, biting his lip to keep himself from groaning as ring after ring of muscle massaged his aching hard on.. When he had fully sheathed himself, he slid his arm under Malcolm's, grasped his chest, and slowly began to thrust.

With his eyes closed, half asleep, Malcolm didn't know how long it took before he finally felt Reese shudder from behind him and fill him with his warmth, but despite the fact that he had enjoyed it, he had also been dreading it.. Even though Reese was the one in control, it seemed as though he wanted Malcolm to be a willing participant in their sexual escapades, not doing what Malcolm was too uncomfortable with and even saying things to him that shouldn't be said between brothers. This, however, never lasted long and soon after he'd climaxed, Reese would go back to his regular jerkish self, the affection he showed for Malcolm completely gone. So when Reese finished Malcolm knew he would no longer be in his brother's strong, warm embrace, and waited for him to leave.

Slowly pulling out, Reese reinforced his gentle grip on Malcolm's chest, nestled behind Malcolm's head and fell asleep. Maybe it was because Reese didn't want to wake him to send him off , or maybe it was because he wanted to sleep with him by his side, Malcolm didn't care. All that mattered was, that at least for tonight, he got to be with the one person he loved.

Loved. The word hit Malcolm like a ton of bricks. Love? Since when did he love his brother? Reese had always been a bully, for as long as Malcolm could remember. He'd never even felt brotherly love for him before, so what was this? His breathing began to quicken, his eyes shot wide open, was he in love with his brother? Malcolm was aware that having sex with his brother wasn't right, it was frowned upon, but he'd always assumed that was all it was, just sex. Now it turned out it wasn't. His mind went into a frenzy, and he began to panic. Just when he thought he would fall into a nervous breakdown Malcolm felt Reese stir, his hand slide down his chest and to his stomach.

Malcolm froze. After a couple of minutes he heard Reese's regular breathing resume, a wave of relief washed over him. Realizing he'd over-analyzed the situation, like he always did, he decided, that for the night, he would sleep in the comfort of his brother's arms, regardless of what it meant. He would figure out what it meant in the morning. With a content sigh, he shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

When the door quietly swung open a couple of minutes later, Malcolm had already drifted off.

"Oh,, boys, what have you done?" whispered Hal quietly, exasperation both in his voice and in his face. He stood looking at the two boys, their bodies intertwined, and as naked as the day they were born. Shaking his head he whispered, "Oh Dewey, at least you haven't disappointed me, yet." He looked on for a bit longer before mumbling to himself, "I'll fix this in the morning." Sighing deeply he turned around and shut the door, walking towards his room with a defeated gait.

Unknown to Hal, however, Dewey was awake, and he'd heard everything his father had said, but he didn't care, because something much worse was troubling him. He glared at the two boys asleep in front of him, jealousy burning him up inside, his eyes watery as tears began to roll down his cheeks.

A/N: So this was my attempt at adding romance to the story, and I'm going to add a plot so it's not really PWP anymore. Well, it still kind of is, it's just P with P, so yeah. Don't hesitate to review and tell me whether I failed miserably or not, I would very much appreciate it.