Francis

I liked Rory.

And that was a rare, rare thing.

Because I didn’t like a lot of people, and when I did like them, they thought I was a weirdo and weren’t very nice to me. Even my own family thought that, which stung. Stung a little less now that there was just the one of them that was left, and the one left I never really liked anyway so that helped a little.

But I liked Rory, and Rory liked me right away and was nice to me. He didn’t think I was a creep, or a weirdo, or a freak. He thought I was funny, and he was trusting, and he didn’t mind anything I did as long as I didn’t accidentally stab him or cock block him.

And even then, he was pretty forgiving as long as I fed his cats and did some groveling.

So I liked Rory.

But I loved fucking him, which was my one big plan for tonight.

First though, I had to deal with the cats, since the last time we did this they all kept trying to get into our fuck fort while we were busy and distracted Rory, who spent the entire time I was fucking him petting his cats and singing ‘twinkle, twinkle, little star’. I mean it was hilarious, but I only got to fuck him maybe once a month in the six months I had known him, and only while he was off his fucking ass, so I kinda wanted to be his main focus since he didn’t like to be completely out of it that often.

I mean, I settled on being his third main focus usually – behind weed, whatever hot chick/crazy show/brightly colored object caught his attention, and then me (followed by his cats), but when I was fucking him...I kinda wanted him to be as much in the moment as he could, considering he was tripping balls. Like ten percent in the moment was all I’m asking for, here, and I didn’t feel like that was a huge ask.

Once Rory was fully starting the ride (his tea not entirely just shrooms, a little other this and that mixed in for the full experience), he laid back on the floor, and started running his hands up and down the fuzzy blanket I had bought him while I crawled out of the fort and into the kitchen. I went and picked up the empty cans, throwing them away and putting away our cups while the cats wandered around me, crying like they knew I had something else for them.

Which I did.

Rory didn’t give them nearly enough credit.

I went and pulled out the last items from the paper bag, a couple cat toys filled with catnip. The little fuzzies were just like their Daddy – all it took was a little bit of the good stuff and they were yours. I smiled as I knelt down for them to come over and sniff it, getting all excited as I walked into the bedroom, tossing the toys around the bedroom for the five of them to bolt after them.

I closed the bedroom door then, going back to our fort, stripping down to my boxers before I crawled back in to lay next to him as he squirmed a little with a smile on his face. I hummed a little as I ran my hand up his taunt, muscular stomach – Rory was a fitness freak and every inch of his body showed it. I had been in okay shape when we met, but since we met, I had gone with him to the gym whenever he went, and now I was in the best shape of my life.

Partially because I wanted him to notice me, which he did, but also because I wanted to get strong enough so I didn’t need a car or gun to kill my fucking older brother.

Stupid fucker.

I gave a brief glare to the sliding glass window and it’s closed blinds.

The REAL reason I had originally started to chat up Rory was to try and convince him to switch apartments with me so I could have a clear shot at Fuckface Fucknuts across the street in his much cheaper apartment, but then Rory opened his big stupid mouth and I fell in love and stuff. Rory was funny, and nice, and really easy going, which was so refreshing.

So I got sidetracked.

I didn’t think I’d ever not be focused on blowing out my brother’s brains, but I hadn’t even thought of him in weeks, and I guess….that was like character growth or something?

Right?

Isn’t that what my Dad was always ragging on me about?

Hm.

I wondered what Dad would think of me now, his fucked up, faggy son, basically living a normal, happy life. I didn’t know, but I knew he’d probably still be disappointed, which I was fine with. He’d probably be more disappointed in the fact that I only had to pay the mortician a hundred bucks to let me take a shit in his coffin before they closed him up for his long dirt nap.

Rory let out a peel of laughter as the movie started the first song, Rory opening his arms wide with a ‘wheeee’ and I smiled licking my lips before I reached down and carefully pulled Rory’s boxers down, looking at his naked, soft cock, smiling as I took it in.

God, I was so fucking gay for him.

I mean I was gay before, but it was just ‘hey, I like dicks and I like asses’ – not like ‘wow I want to marry this dick one day and grow eggplants for his vegetarian pizza’ kind of gay I was now.

But I guess that was all part of growing up.

He was so fucking great to me, and for me, and I loved him so much, and it wasn’t even about just his dick or just his ass anymore – though both were fucking fantastic and really reeled me in at first.

I scooted down to lay on the floor next to him, sucking on where his hipbone jutted out before I traced my lips down his soft shaft and spent a good long while just worshiping his cock. I ran my hand slowly up from his groin to the muscles of his stomach as I lazily kissed his cock, lifting my head to look up his body to see he was watching the movie and moving his arms up and down the fuzzy blanket like he was making a snow angel.

I opened my mouth and slowly swallowed around his cock, humming along with the movie as Rory’s merry singing stuttered and he started groaning, his soft member twitching in my mouth. I ran my hand down the twitching muscles of his stomach slowly, stroking down to hold onto his upper thigh. I groped at the flesh there, slowly bobbing my head as I sucked up and down his cock.

I pulled off his cock to look down and see it was hard, throbbing and twitching as it stood straight up. I glanced over his swollen cock head to see his chest was flushed as it rose and fell slowly.

After a beat I found my phone to start recording so I’d have something to enjoy when I couldn’t get him high enough to fuck him. I was getting really good at working the angles now, the last video like something out of a real, professional porno.

I wasn’t going to fully fuck him this time – I didn’t give him the type of dosage I did last time, so he’d just be under for like an hour, which didn’t give me nearly enough time to do it in a way that he didn’t suspect that I got up to more than just aggressively groping, so I just focused on sucking his dick and finger fucking him, getting the right angles to add to my small collection. As he came in my mouth, I sat up and lifted one of his legs to drape it over my shoulder so I could tale a video of me cumming on his soft cock, stroking him with it before I recorded me cleaning him up.

I was really into aftercare right now.

I don’t know why it got me so hot. Before this it was usually just violent sex, but now it was like...gentle shit like cleaning up afterward. Like, that HAD to be some character growth, right?

Right?

When he was all cleaned off, I put a blanket on him and then put my phone back into my apartment, crawling under the blanket to spoon him while he enjoyed the last of his high.

He slept for a little bit after he came down, and when he woke up I asked him what he saw this time.

“I got sucked off by that puppet from the puppet song.” He said with an easy grin.

“Which one?”

“The one with the cheeks that move, bro.” He said, as if it was ridiculous that I had to even ask.

“Okay, but how was it?” I asked with a frown.

“It was great – ten out of ten, would do again.”

“The actual mechanics of it, or the whole experience?”

He sucked in a breath. “Ooo, that’s a good one. Ten out of ten for the whole experience-” There was a loud noise – a bang, and we both jolted, my arms tightening around him and staying that way while he relaxed.

“FUCK, I’m glad I wasn’t high for that.” Rory said as I frowned, twisting on the floor where I was spooning him to look toward the window. “You remember when we were high on the 4^th of July? What a fucking bad trip that was.”

“Had the cops called on us for the screaming. I could totally see why they thought we were being murdered.” I said with a little laugh, frowning as I heard what was distinctly gunfire – I knew enough from the constant hunting trips my Dad made my brother and I go on throughout my childhood that it was a shotgun. I scowled and squirmed out from under the blanket and padded over to the window, opening it up to look out.

A cool sort of feeling washed over me as I saw what could only be described as utter chaos. I lifted a hand to bit my thumb nail between my teeth, my gaze darting up to where my brother’s window was across the street.

He already had something solid covering the windows.

Typical.

Always one step ahead of everyone.

But I always benefited from things much more lucratively.

I dropped my gaze to grin sharply at what was unfolding in the streets below.