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The Haffley household was always a hub of chaos, filled with the constant buzz of sibling rivalry and the vibrant energy of youth. Greg and Rodrick Haffley were at the heart of this commotion, their relationship defined by endless teasing, pranks, and petty arguments. Rodrick, the elder of the two, derived immense pleasure from tormenting Greg, while Greg, in turn, retaliated in whatever small ways he could muster. It was a dynamic that everyone in their family had come to accept, as predictable as the changing seasons.

However, as Greg entered high school, a subtle yet profound shift began to occur. He was no longer the small, awkward kid trying to find his place in the world. High school brought about changes in him—he grew taller, more confident, and his sense of humor sharpened. Rodrick, now a senior, started to notice these changes in his younger brother. Their teasing and bickering evolved, becoming less hostile and more playful. Something was different, and it gnawed at Rodrick, stirring feelings he couldn’t quite understand.

During Greg's sophomore year and Rodrick’s senior year, the shift became undeniable. Rodrick found himself seeking out his brother's company more often, lingering in the kitchen while Greg did his homework, or sitting next to him during family movie nights, their shoulders occasionally brushing against each other. There was a new electricity in these moments, a tension that neither of them fully acknowledged but both felt deeply. Rodrick, always the instigator, now wanted to be around Greg not just to mess with him but to be close to him, to feel that spark.

One night, after a particularly exhausting band practice, Rodrick suggested they sneak a few beers from their dad's stash in the garage. Greg, eager to share in his brother's mischief, readily agreed. They sat on the roof of their house, the cold metal biting through their clothes, the sky above them a sprawling canvas of stars. The beer flowed, loosening their tongues and inhibitions. They talked about everything and nothing, their conversation meandering from school to friends to music.

As the night wore on and the alcohol took hold, the tension between them intensified. Greg’s laugh seemed louder, his smile brighter, and every accidental touch sent a jolt through Rodrick's body. He couldn't take it anymore—the need to be closer, to break through whatever barrier lay between them. He turned to Greg, his eyes serious.

In that moment, all the teasing, the fights, the years of complicated sibling rivalry melted away. Rodrick leaned in, his lips brushing against Greg's with a tenderness that belied the intensity of his feelings. Greg froze for a split second, then responded, the kiss deepening, a mutual confession of emotions they had both been too afraid to voice.

From that night on, their relationship took on a new dimension. It was a secret they guarded fiercely, knowing the world wouldn't understand. Over the next three weeks, they stole kisses in darkened hallways, their touches growing more urgent, their desire a fire that burned hotter with each passing day. It was a dance of stolen moments, a hurried, hungry exploration of new boundaries. The longing in their hearts grew stronger, fueled by every clandestine touch and whispered word.

They sought out every opportunity to be alone. In the few minutes between classes, in the shadows of their home when their parents weren't looking, even during the rare quiet moments in Rodrick's band practice. The thrill of secrecy added to the intensity, their kisses urgent and breathless, their touches desperate and lingering. The desire they felt for each other was a day. Every moment they could snatch away from the prying eyes of their family felt precious and exhilarating.

As summer break approached, the anticipation of what was to come was almost unbearable. Their parents had planned a week-long vacation, leaving Greg and Rodrick the house to themselves. The thought of having the entire house, and all the time in the world, was tantalizing. It was a rare gift of privacy, a chance to let their guard down and do whatever they wanted without fear of being caught. The desire that simmered just beneath the surface threatened to boil over, and they were ready to embrace whatever came next.

-

The living room was abuzz with the last-minute preparations for the vacation. Greg stood awkwardly near the front door, listening to his mom’s instructions.

"Greg, we’re counting on you to take care of things while we’re gone.” she said, her voice full of maternal concern. "Make sure the plants are watered, the mail is collected, and no wild parties, okay?"

Greg nodded earnestly, his hands stuffed in his pockets. "Of course, mom. You can count on me."

She clapped Greg on the shoulder. "And make sure Rodrick doesn’t get into too much trouble.” she added with a chuckle, glancing over at Rodrick, who was lounging against the kitchen counter, looking amused.

"I’ll do my best.” Greg replied, sharing a brief, knowing look with Rodrick.

With a final flurry of goodbyes and reminders, their parents finally stepped out the door, dragging their suitcases behind them. Greg watched as they loaded the car and drove off, the house falling into a sudden, anticipatory silence as the engine's hum faded into the distance.

As soon as the car disappeared down the street, the air between Greg and Rodrick seemed to thicken with unspoken tension. Greg turned slowly, meeting Rodrick’s intense gaze. There was a moment of stillness, a brief hesitation as if they were both making a silent decision.

Then, in an instant, they moved toward each other. Rodrick’s hand was in Greg’s hair, pulling him close, their lips crashing together in a heated, desperate kiss. Greg responded with equal fervor. It was urgent, a raw outpouring of pent-up desire that had been building for far too long.

Roderick’s hands gripping Greg's hips, pulling him closer. Their bodies collided, pressed tightly together as if trying to erase any distance that had ever existed between them. Greg’s hands roamed, one threading through Roderick’s hair, the other tracing the curve of his back, fingers digging in with a need that bordered on primal.

The kiss grew hungrier, their tongues clashing, exploring, devouring. Each gasp for breath only fueled their need, the sound of their heavy breathing filling the room. Rodrick’s hands were everywhere—skimming under Greg’s shirt, caressing his skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Rodrick pushed Greg back onto a couch, climbing on top of him without breaking the kiss. Their movements were frantic, clothes becoming a hindrance they impatiently tugged at, needing to feel more, to touch more. Greg’s hands slid under Rodrick’s shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion, their lips only parting for the briefest moment.

"Greg." Rodrick groaned, his voice thick with desire. "This morning was a fucking nightmare." he admitted “I was thinking about you the second I woke up and the fact I had to wait another few hours until the fuckers packed up all their shit and left drove me insane.”

Greg smiled teasingly with hazy eyes locked with Roderick’s “You were only thinking about me this morning?”

“I think about you all the time.” Rodrick dived in for another rough kiss, holding onto Greg as if he was about to disappear.

“Tell me about it.” he teased as their lips parted “What do you think about, Rodrick?”

He exhaled sharply, his brain soaked in desire “About kissing and touching you all the time- It feels so fucking good when we do it, but it’s never enough.” 

“What would be enough?” the playful grin never left Greg’s face, his hands tangled in Rodrick’s dark hair.

“I’m afraid I could never get enough of you.” Rodrick grinned himself, his eyes blown out with lust “I just want you all to myself, all the time. I want you in my bed pressed into my mattress as I make you mine.”

Greg responded with a moan, his hands running over Rodrick’s chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath his palm. Rodrick leaned down, his lips trailing a hot path along Greg’s jawline, nipping at the sensitive skin just below his ear.

Greg arched into him, his breath hitching, hands gripping Rodrick’s waist with a bruising intensity. "Make me yours.” he panted, the plea raw and desperate.

Rodrick wanted to do just that. They were a tangle of limbs and heat, lost in a whirlwind of sensation. The world outside had ceased to exist; all that mattered was the here and now, the taste of each other's skin, the feel of their bodies moving in sync, the sheer hunger that drove them to touch and lick every inch of one another.

As they continued, the initial rush gave way to a deeper intensity, their kisses becoming slower but no less fervent. Rodrick’s mouth moved from Greg’s ear down to his neck, sucking and biting, leaving a trail of reddening skin in his wake. Greg’s moans grew louder, his hands roaming across Rodrick’s back, nails digging in just enough to elicit a gasp.

“And do you think about me, Greg?" Rodrick panted into his ear, his chest rapidly rising and falling with oxygen. His voice was rough, filled with a kind of desperation Greg had never heard before.

Greg's breath hitched, his heart racing as he tried to focus on the question despite the overwhelming sensations flooding his body. "I can’t stop thinking about you- I need you so bad.”

Rodrick pulled back slightly, just enough to meet Greg's eyes, his own filled with a mixture of desire and something deeper, something almost vulnerable. "What do you think about?" he asked, his tone insistent, as if he needed to hear Greg say it.

Greg swallowed hard, his hands moving as they slid up Rodrick's chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath his fingertips. "I think about you fucking- filling me with your dick.” he whispered “I think about you being all over me, touching me everywhere.”

Rodrick’s breath caught in his throat, his hands clinging to Greg as if he were afraid to let go. "I think about us making out for hours, you pressing me into the bed and licking into my mouth. I would just come in my pants from that. God, it’s so…”

"Intense?" Rodrick finished for him, his lips curving into a knowing smirk. He pressed a kiss to Greg's jaw, his hands sliding down to grip Greg's hips, pulling him closer. "Yeah, it is. You’re making me crazy."

Greg's eyes fluttered shut as Rodrick's mouth found his again, the kiss deep and consuming, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. It was messy and frantic, their need for each other overriding everything else.

Between gasps and kisses, Rodrick spoke again, his voice deep that sent Greg's mind spinning. "I want to do it everywhere. I- I want to make up for all that wasted time.”

“Then do it.” Greg whispered, his lips brushing against Rodrick’s with every word. "Don't ever stop."

They began grinding against each other, their clothed cocks pressing together while they made out on the couch. As their kissing grew more heated, the intensity of their closeness increased. Rodrick’s hands moved to Greg’s waist, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. Their bodies pressed together, and the friction between them sparked a new level of urgency.

Greg gasped against Rodrick’s mouth as he felt their clothed cocks press together. The sensation was electric, sending a shock wave of pleasure through him that made him instinctively grind his hips against Rodrick’s. Rodrick groaned in response, his grip tightening as he pushed back, meeting Greg’s rhythm with his own.

Their kisses became more frantic, lips and tongues clashing as they lost themselves in the feeling. The couch beneath them creaked with their movements, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was the growing heat between them, the way their bodies moved together, seeking more of the delicious friction that drove them closer to the edge.

Greg’s hands slipped under Rodrick’s shirt, fingers digging into the muscles of his back as he tried to pull him even closer. The rough texture of Rodrick’s jeans against Greg’s own added to the sensation, making him shiver with need.

“Fuck, baby.” Rodrick panted against his lips, his voice ragged with desire.

Greg’s response was a breathless moan, his hips grinding harder against Rodrick’s, the pressure building between them almost unbearable. “Rodrick, I- I need-“

“I know, love.” Rodrick groaned, his lips finding Greg’s neck again, biting down just enough to leave a mark. “I need it too.”

The grinding became more desperate, their movements growing erratic as they chased the rising wave of pleasure. Each thrust, each movement, brought them closer to the edge, the sensation of their clothed cocks rubbing together sending sparks of pleasure through their bodies.

Greg could feel the tension coiling in his stomach, his breathing ragged as he tried to hold on, to make the moment last just a little longer. But it was impossible to stop the inevitable. Rodrick’s mouth was on his again, swallowing his moans as they moved together, faster, harder, until the pleasure reached a fever pitch.

And then, with a final, desperate grind, the tension snapped. Greg gasped, his body shuddering as the orgasm crashed over him, the intensity of it leaving him breathless. Rodrick followed moments later, groaning low in his throat as he found his own release, his grip on Greg tightening as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

They stayed like that for a moment, bodies pressed together, breathing heavily as they came

-

The night had settled in, the low light of the TV flickering across the room. A random, boring movie droned on in the background, but neither Greg nor Rodrick paid it any attention. They were tangled up on the couch, Rodrick’s arms wrapped around Greg as they lay together in a comfortable silence.

Greg shifted a little, adjusting his position to rest more comfortably against Rodrick’s chest. He glanced up at Rodrick, noticing the way his brother’s attention seemed to be half on the screen and half on him. Greg smirked, knowing exactly how to get the focus entirely on him.

“You’re not even watching the movie.” Greg teased, his voice playful as he poked Rodrick’s side. “Are you just using me as a pillow now?”

Rodrick glanced down at him, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “Maybe I am.” he shot back, his tone just as teasing. “You’re the one who’s so damn comfortable. Can’t blame me for wanting to use you.”

Greg rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. “Oh yeah? Well, you’re the one who can’t keep his hands off me. And of course you only want to use me.”

Rodrick’s grin widened, and he gave Greg a gentle squeeze, pulling him even closer. “Can you blame me?” he asked, his voice dropping to a lower, more suggestive tone. “You’re just too tempting.”

Greg snorted, trying to act unimpressed, but his heart skipped a beat at the way Rodrick was looking at him. “You’re so full of yourself.” he muttered, but there was no heat behind the words.

“Maybe.” Rodrick conceded with a smirk, leaning down to nuzzle against Greg’s neck. “But I think you like it.” He punctuated his words by pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot just below Greg’s ear, earning a shiver from his brother.

Greg swatted at Rodrick’s shoulder, but the move was halfhearted at best. “I like you.” he muttered, though his voice was softer now, his body reacting to the way Rodrick’s lips were trailing down his neck.

Rodrick chuckled against Greg’s skin, the sound sending vibrations through him. “Mhm, let’s go to bed.” Rodrick murmured, his teeth grazing Greg’s neck in a way that made Greg’s breath hitch.

Rodrick suddenly shifted, moving quickly to scoop Greg up into his arms. Greg let out a surprised yelp, instinctively wrapping his arms around Rodrick’s neck as he was lifted off the couch.

“Rodrick!” Greg protested, though he couldn’t help but laugh as Rodrick easily carried him towards the stairs. 

Rodrick glanced down at him, a mischievous grin on his face. “I said I wanted to do it with you everywhere, remember?” he asked, his voice teasing but with a hint of something more heated underneath. “We’re finishing this upstairs.”

Greg’s heart raced at the implication. They reached Rodrick’s room, and with a quick push of the door, they were inside. Rodrick set Greg down on the bed, leaning over him with that same playful grin. “Now, where were we?” he asked, his voice dropping to a low, seductive murmur.

Greg didn’t need to be asked twice. He reached up, grabbing the front of Rodrick’s shirt and pulling him down into a deep, heated kiss. Their lips met with a fervor that quickly escalated, the teasing from earlier now giving way to something more intense.

Rodrick’s hands moved to Greg’s hips, pulling him closer as he climbed onto the bed, their bodies pressing together with an urgency that made Greg’s pulse quicken. Greg’s hands fumbled with the hem of Rodrick’s shirt, tugging it up and over his head, breaking their kiss for only a moment before their mouths crashed together again. Rodrick groaned into the kiss, his hands sliding under Greg’s shirt, fingers brushing against the warm skin underneath, sending shivers down Greg’s spine.

Rodrick pulled back slightly, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he looked down at Greg, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re making it really hard to hold back, you know that?” he murmured, his voice rough and full of want.

Greg smirked up at him, his own breathing uneven as he arched into Rodrick’s touch. “Who said I want you to hold back?” he challenged, his hands running down Rodrick’s chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed under his touch.

That was all the encouragement Rodrick needed. He leaned in, capturing Greg’s lips in another searing kiss, his hands slipping under Greg’s shirt and pulling it up and off, tossing it aside without a second thought. Their bare chests pressed together, the heat between them intensifying as they continued to explore each other with eager hands and hungry kisses.

Rodrick’s mouth moved from Greg’s lips to his jaw, then down to his neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the way. Each touch sent shivers down Greg’s spine, his body responding eagerly to every brush of Rodrick’s lips. 

Rodrick paused for a moment, pulling back just enough to take in the sight of Greg laid out beneath him, chest rising and falling with quick breaths, eyes half-lidded with desire. A soft, almost reverent smile curved Rodrick’s lips as he ran his hands down Greg’s sides, fingers tracing every dip and curve, as if committing each inch of skin to memory.

“God, Greg.” Rodrick breathed, his voice hushed and filled with awe. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

Greg’s cheeks flushed at the intensity in Rodrick’s voice, the words sending a surge of warmth through him that had nothing to do with the heat of their bodies. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words caught in his throat when Rodrick leaned down, pressing a soft kiss just above his heart.

Rodrick’s lips traveled lower, kissing along the curve of Greg’s collarbone, then down to his chest, lingering on each spot as if worshiping the very ground Greg lay on. “Every time I look at you,” Rodrick murmured between kisses, his voice filled with raw emotion “I can’t believe you’re real. You’re perfect.”

Greg’s breath hitched, his hands threading through Rodrick’s hair as he tried to ground himself, overwhelmed by the way Rodrick was looking at him, touching him and talking to him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the heat between them growing with each passing second.

Rodrick’s hands roamed over Greg’s torso, fingers splayed out as if trying to cover as much of him as possible. He leaned back for just a moment, his eyes raking over Greg’s body with a mixture of hunger and adoration that made Greg feel like he was on fire.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” Rodrick whispered, his voice rough with need. “I could look at you all day and never get enough.”

Greg felt his heart swell at the words, the intensity of Rodrick’s gaze making him feel like the most desired person in the world. “Rodrick.” he murmured, his voice trembling with emotion. “You’re- you’re so handsome. So damn hot.”

Rodrick’s eyes softened at the words, and he leaned down to press a gentle, lingering kiss to Greg’s lips. “I’m glad you think so, love.” he murmured against Greg’s mouth, his voice full of warmth and affection. “Because I’m crazy about you, Greg. I’m completely, utterly gone for you.”

Greg’s heart melted at the confession, his hands sliding down to cup Rodrick’s face, pulling him closer as their lips met again in a kiss that was softer, slower, filled with all the emotions they couldn’t put into words. ”Fuck, me too. Me too- Rodrick, I’m so in love too.” he babbled out between kisses.

Rodrick’s hands continued to explore Greg’s body, his touch both gentle and possessive as if he couldn’t get enough of the feel of Greg’s skin beneath his fingers. He kissed his way down Greg’s torso, worshiping every inch of him with his lips, his hands, his whole being.

Rodrick's kisses grew more intense, each one sending jolts of pleasure through Greg's body. He could feel the anticipation building as Rodrick's mouth traveled lower, his lips and tongue leaving a heated trail down Greg’s torso. 

Rodrick paused for a moment, hovering just above Greg’s waistband, his eyes flicking up to meet Greg’s. The look he gave was one of pure desire, laced with something almost reverent. Greg's breath caught in his throat as he realized what Rodrick was about to do.

Slowly, teasingly, Rodrick hooked his fingers into the waistband of Greg’s pants, tugging them down with deliberate care. Greg’s heart pounded in his chest, his body aching with need as Rodrick finally removed the last barrier between them. 

Rodrick leaned back, taking in the sight of Greg, completely exposed and vulnerable beneath him. His eyes darkened with want, and he let out a low, appreciative groan. “You’re mine.” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Greg could only manage a soft moan in response, his mind too clouded with desire to form coherent words. He watched with bated breath as Rodrick lowered himself, his hands sliding up Greg’s thighs, spreading them apart just enough to make room for himself.

Rodrick pressed a gentle kiss to the sensitive skin of Greg’s inner thigh, his lips warm and soft against him. The sensation made Greg’s whole body shudder, his hips lifting slightly off the bed in silent plea. Rodrick chuckled softly at Greg’s reaction, his breath warm against his skin.

“Patience, baby. I want to make it last as long as I can.” Rodrick whispered, his tone laced with teasing affection. But the look in his eyes was anything but teasing. It was intense, hungry, as if Rodrick couldn’t wait another second to taste him.

With deliberate slowness, Rodrick leaned in, his lips brushing against the base of Greg’s cock in a feather-light kiss. Greg gasped, his hands clutching at the sheets, his whole body tensing in anticipation.

Rodrick’s tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive skin with a few experimental licks, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through Greg’s body. Greg’s breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, his mind overwhelmed by the sensation of Rodrick’s mouth on him.

Finally, Rodrick took him fully into his mouth, his lips closing around Greg’s length with a soft, satisfied hum. Greg’s back arched off the bed, a choked moan escaping his lips as the heat and wetness of Rodrick’s mouth engulfed him.

Rodrick set a steady, deliberate rhythm, his mouth working over Greg’s cock with an expert mix of pressure and teasing flicks of his tongue. The sensation was almost too much, a delicious friction that sent waves of pleasure radiating through Greg’s body, leaving him gasping and writhing beneath Rodrick’s touch.

Greg’s fingers tangled in the sheets, knuckles turning white as he tried to hold on, to keep himself grounded as Rodrick continued to take him deeper, his mouth moving with a practiced ease that left Greg’s head spinning. Every time Rodrick’s tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, Greg let out a breathless moan, his hips bucking involuntarily in response.

Rodrick didn’t seem to mind the lack of control, if anything, it only seemed to spur him on. His hands gripped Greg’s thighs, holding him steady as he took him deeper, his lips sliding down the length with a low, appreciative hum that vibrated through Greg, pulling another choked moan from his throat.

Greg’s eyes fluttered shut, his head tilting back against the pillow as he lost himself in the sensation. It was overwhelming, the combination of Rodrick’s mouth, the warmth of his hands, and the sheer intensity of the moment leaving Greg breathless and trembling.

“Shit, Rodrick I’m so close-“ The words dissolved into a strangled moan as Rodrick increased his pace, his mouth moving faster, more insistently, as if he knew exactly how close Greg was to the edge. “God, it’s so hot, fuck baby.”

The tension coiled in Greg’s stomach, building rapidly with each pass of Rodrick’s lips, each flick of his tongue. Greg’s breathing turned ragged, his heart pounding in his chest as he felt himself hurtling toward the inevitable.

“I’m gonna cum.” Greg gasped out, his voice strained with the effort to hold on just a little longer, to make the moment last. “Rodrick- I wanna cum in your mouth.”

But Rodrick only hummed in response, his hands tightening on Greg’s thighs as he took him deeper, his mouth working over him with a renewed fervor that sent Greg spiraling over the edge.

With a final, desperate moan, Greg’s body tensed, his orgasm hitting him with an intensity that left him breathless, his hips jerking as he spilled into Rodrick’s mouth. Rodrick didn’t pull away, he kept his lips sealed around Greg, swallowing every drop.

Greg’s body trembled with the aftershocks, his mind hazy and blissfully blank as he slowly came back down, his breathing heavy and uneven. Rodrick pulled back, his lips leaving Greg with one final, lingering kiss before he looked up at him, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You okay there, love?” Rodrick asked, his voice teasing but with a warmth that made Greg’s heart skip a beat.

Greg could only nod, still too overwhelmed to form words. His hand reached out, brushing through Rodrick’s hair as he pulled him up for a kiss, tasting himself on Rodrick’s lips. It was slow, lazy, filled with a contentment that left them both melting into each other. Greg, still riding the high from everything that had just happened, felt a surge of boldness wash over him. He reached out, his hand sliding down Rodrick's chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed under his touch. His fingers trailed lower, brushing over the waistband of Rodrick's jeans before slipping beneath, teasing at the sensitive skin just above his waistband. Rodrick's breath hitched, his eyes locking onto Greg's with a heated gaze. Greg smirked, feeling a thrill of power at the way Rodrick was reacting to his touch.

"You think you're the only one who can drive someone crazy?" Greg whispered, his voice low and filled with a teasing edge. His hand dipped lower, brushing against the hard length straining against Rodrick's jeans. "I think it’s my turn now."

Rodrick let out a shaky breath, his hips instinctively bucking into Greg's hand, seeking more of that delicious contact. "Greg." he groaned, his voice rough with need. "I need you so bad."

Greg chuckled softly, leaning in to press a kiss just below Rodrick's ear. "God, me too." he murmured, his hand beginning to rub him through his jeans, slow and deliberate, feeling the heat and hardness beneath his fingers. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."

Rodrick's head fell back, a low moan escaping his lips as Greg continued to touch him, his fingers deftly undoing the button of Rodrick's jeans, pulling down the zipper with a teasing slowness that had Rodrick cursing under his breath.

"You're so hard for me." Greg whispered, his voice dripping with a mix of awe and desire. "You got so hard just from sucking my dick."

Rodrick groaned, his hands fisting the sheets as he tried to keep some semblance of control, but Greg's words, combined with the maddeningly slow pace of his touch, were driving him to the edge.

"Fuck, Greg." Rodrick panted, his voice strained with the effort to keep himself together. "You know I could cum just from sucking you off."

Greg smiled at the confession, his hand slipping beneath the fabric to finally wrap around Rodrick, feeling the heat of him, the way he pulsed under his touch. Greg's own arousal stirred again at the thought of what was to come, his mind spinning with the possibilities.

"Then let me help you." Greg whispered, his voice low and seductive as he began to stroke Rodrick, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the way Rodrick's breath hitched, the way his hips bucked up to meet his hand.

Rodrick's head snapped forward, his eyes meeting Greg's with a fiery intensity. "If you keep talking like that," Rodrick growled, his voice dark and filled with promise. “I'm not going to last long."

Greg's smirk widened, his hand continuing its steady rhythm, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head just to see Rodrick's eyes flutter shut, his lips parting in a silent moan.

“Maybe that's exactly what I want." Greg whispered, his voice dripping with anticipation. Rodrick groaned, his hands shooting out to grip Greg's hips, pulling him closer, his control unraveling with every stroke of Greg's hand.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into." Rodrick warned, though the heat in his eyes showed that he was more than ready to give in to the temptation Greg was offering.

"Then show me." Greg whispered back, his voice daring.

Rodrick didn’t waste another moment. With a quick, fluid motion, he flipped Greg onto his back, hovering over him with a predatory grin that sent a thrill through Greg’s entire body. The teasing was over; now, there was only raw, unbridled desire. Greg’s breath caught in his throat as Rodrick leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep, hungry kiss that made his toes curl. Rodrick’s hands roamed over Greg’s body, exploring every inch with a mix of tenderness and urgency that left Greg breathless. When Rodrick pulled back, his eyes were dark with lust, a look that sent shivers down Greg’s spine.

“You asked for this.” Rodrick murmured, his voice low and gravelly, each word dripping with intent. “Now, I’m going to make you feel everything.”

Greg’s heart pounded in his chest as Rodrick’s hands moved to his own jeans, quickly shucking them off before turning his full attention back to Greg. He didn’t hesitate, letting his hand trail down Greg’s body with purpose, his fingers finding their way back to Greg’s already sensitive cock. Greg moaned as Rodrick’s hand wrapped around him, the sensation amplified by the anticipation that had been building between them all night.

“Rodrick.” he gasped, his hands gripping Rodrick’s shoulders, needing something to hold onto as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. Rodrick smirked at Greg’s reaction, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes, teasing him just enough to drive him mad with need.

“You like that, don’t you?” Rodrick murmured, his lips brushing against Greg’s ear as he spoke. “You like the way I make you feel.” Greg could only nod, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he tried to hold on to the last shreds of his composure.

“Yes,” he managed to choke out, his voice trembling. “Fuck, Rodrick... I love it.” Rodrick’s smirk widened, clearly pleased with the effect he was having

Rodrick’s smirk widened, clearly pleased with the effect he was having on Greg. “Good,” he murmured, his voice full of that confident swagger that made Greg’s pulse quicken. “I’m going to make sure you never forget this.”

With that promise hanging in the air, Rodrick’s lips found their way to Greg’s neck, kissing and nibbling along the sensitive skin as his hand continued its torturous rhythm. Greg’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation as Rodrick worked him over with a skill that left him dizzy.

“Rodrick.” Greg moaned, his voice catching as Rodrick’s hand tightened just slightly, enough to send a jolt of pleasure through him. “You’re so... God, you’re so good at this.”

Rodrick chuckled against his neck, the sound sending vibrations through Greg’s skin that made him shiver. “I know.” Rodrick whispered, his breath hot against Greg’s ear. “But you make it so easy. You’re so responsive... so eager for me.”

Greg’s cheeks flushed at the words, a mix of embarrassment and arousal making his head spin. But he couldn’t deny it. He was eager, desperate for more of Rodrick’s touch, for the way Rodrick could make him feel like he was coming undone with just a few well-placed words and touches.

“Tell me what you want, Greg.” Rodrick murmured, his hand still working Greg’s cock in slow, deliberate strokes. “I want to hear you say it.”

Greg bit his lip, his mind swimming in a haze of pleasure. He could feel his control slipping, the need to give in, to let Rodrick take him wherever he wanted, overwhelming him.

“I want you,” Greg whispered, his voice trembling with desire. “I want all of you... please, Rodrick.”

Rodrick’s eyes darkened at the plea, his lips curling into a satisfied grin. “That’s my boy.” he murmured approvingly, before capturing Greg’s lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing the whimper that escaped Greg’s throat as he increased the pace of his hand.

Greg’s body responded eagerly, his hips bucking up into Rodrick’s touch as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. He was close, so close he could almost taste it, his entire world narrowing down to the sensation of Rodrick’s hand on him, the heat of his body pressed against his own, the rough, desperate kisses that left him breathless. Rodrick could feel it too, the way Greg’s body tensed, the way his breath hitched with every stroke. He pulled back just enough to look Greg in the eyes, his expression filled with a mix of affection and lust.

“Come for me, Greg,” Rodrick whispered, low and commanding, sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through Greg's body. His eyes locked with Rodrick's, and in that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them, tangled together, caught in the heady rush of their desire. “Come for me.” Rodrick repeated, his voice a soft but undeniable command that Greg couldn’t resist.

Rodrick's hand continued its relentless, expert rhythm, pushing Greg closer and closer to the edge. Greg's breath hitched, his entire body tensing as he teetered on the brink of release. His hands gripped Rodrick's shoulders, his fingers digging into his skin as he felt himself unravel. Rodrick’s name left his lips in a broken, desperate moan as his orgasm hit him with staggering force, the pleasure crashing over him in waves that left him breathless and trembling. Rodrick didn’t stop, his hand working Greg through every last shuddering spasm until Greg was spent, his body going limp against the bed. Greg's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his head swimming with the afterglow. Rodrick looked down at Greg, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched Greg slowly come back to himself.

“You’re amazing.” Rodrick murmured, his voice filled with a warmth that made Greg’s heart flutter.

Greg managed a shaky laugh. “You haven’t even cum. And I did twice, that’s not fair.“ his body still humming with the lingering effects of his orgasm.

“Don’t worry about me baby, you’re gonna make up for that.“ Roderick smirked, kissing his brother’s temple.

After the intensity of the night, the exhaustion hit them both. Rodrick tugged Greg close, pulling him under the covers with him, their bodies fitting together perfectly. Greg nestled into Rodrick’s embrace, feeling a deep sense of contentment as Rodrick wrapped an arm around him, holding him tight.

“I can’t wait to wake up with you.” Rodrick murmured, his voice thick with sleep, the usual edge softened into something almost tender.

Greg smiled against Rodrick’s chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing as they drifted off together. “Me too, it feels so good.” Greg whispered back, his eyes already heavy with sleep. They fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, the comfort of their connection lulling them into a deep, peaceful rest.

-

The morning sun streamed through the curtains, filling Rodrick’s room with a soft, warm light. Greg woke first, blinking sleepily as he took in the sight of Rodrick still sound asleep beside him, his face relaxed and peaceful in a way Greg rarely saw. He smiled to himself, a warm feeling blooming in his chest as he watched Rodrick sleep, his heart full from the night before.

Slipping out of bed as quietly as he could, Greg decided to do something nice for Rodrick. He pulled on his clothes, careful not to wake Rodrick, and made his way to the kitchen. Greg wasn’t much of a cook, but he knew how to make pancakes, and he figured it was the least he could do after everything Rodrick had done for him.

He set to work, mixing the batter and heating up the skillet, the familiar routine bringing a small smile to his lips. Greg was just finishing up the last pancake when he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist from behind, pulling him close.

“Good morning.” Rodrick’s voice was husky, still rough with sleep, but there was a playful note in it that made Greg’s heart skip a beat. Rodrick pressed a kiss to the back of Greg’s neck, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Morning.” Greg replied, his voice soft as he leaned back into Rodrick’s embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against his own. “I was trying to surprise you with breakfast.”

Rodrick chuckled, his breath warm against Greg’s skin. “You definitely surprised me.” he murmured, his hands moving up Greg’s sides, resting just under his ribs. “But I have to say, I’d prefer waking up to you.”

Greg blushed at the compliment, but before he could respond, Rodrick turned him around to face him. The playful glint in Rodrick’s eyes made Greg’s breath catch in his throat, and he knew exactly where this was heading. Rodrick leaned in, capturing Greg’s lips in a slow, lazy kiss that quickly deepened, his hands slipping down to Greg’s hips, pulling him flush against him. Greg melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Rodrick’s neck as their mouths moved together in a familiar rhythm. The smell of the pancakes and the warmth of the kitchen faded into the background as Rodrick pressed Greg back against the counter, his hands exploring Greg’s body with a slow, deliberate touch that made Greg’s knees go weak.

“You’re so sweet.” Rodrick whispered against Greg’s lips, his voice dripping with affection. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

Greg smiled against Rodrick’s mouth, his fingers tangling in his hair as he pulled him closer. “You’re not so bad yourself.” Greg teased, his voice breathless as he nipped at Rodrick’s lower lip.

Rodrick chuckled, the sound low and warm, vibrating against Greg’s lips. “I missed you already.” he murmured, his hands slipping under Greg’s shirt, his touch sending sparks of electricity through Greg’s skin.

Greg shivered, his body responding eagerly to Rodrick’s touch, the heat between them building rapidly as their kisses grew more intense. The pancakes were forgotten as Rodrick lifted Greg onto the counter, their bodies pressed close as they lost themselves in each other. Greg could feel Rodrick’s heart pounding against his chest, matching the rhythm of his own as their kisses became more heated, more urgent. Rodrick’s hands sliding under his shirt, sending sparks of electricity through his skin.

The warmth of the kitchen, the intensity of Rodrick’s touch—it was all so overwhelming, so intoxicating. But then, in the midst of their heated kisses, Greg suddenly remembered the reason they were in the kitchen in the first place. The smell of the pancakes, now slightly cooling on the plate beside them, cut through the haze of desire clouding his mind. With a soft laugh, Greg gently pushed against Rodrick’s chest, breaking the kiss.

“Wait, Rodrick.” he said, his voice breathless but tinged with amusement. Rodrick pulled back, his brows furrowing slightly in confusion, his lips swollen and his eyes dark with want.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice husky, clearly not understanding why Greg was stopping.

Greg smiled, cupping Rodrick’s face with both hands, his thumb brushing gently over Rodrick’s cheek. “As much as I’m enjoying this,” Greg began, his tone teasing as he glanced over at the plate of pancakes. “we really should eat before they get cold. I made breakfast for us, after all.”

Rodrick blinked, glancing over at the stack of pancakes that Greg had so lovingly prepared. A slow grin spread across his face as he realized what Greg was getting at.

“You’re seriously stopping this to eat breakfast?” he asked, half incredulous, half amused.

Greg laughed softly, nodding as he slid off the counter, straightening his shirt. “Yes.” he said firmly, though the playful glint in his eyes told Rodrick he was anything but serious. “Because I know you’ll be cranky if you don’t eat, and I don’t want to deal with that.”

Rodrick chuckled, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his tousled hair. “You really know how to kill a mood, don’t you?”

-

Two days had passed, and the house had become their playground. With their parents gone, Greg and Rodrick reveled in the freedom of having the place to themselves. Every room had become a stage for their growing intimacy—each touch, kiss, and stolen moment only intensifying the bond between them.

They had explored every corner of the house, turning each mundane space into something more, something charged with the electricity of their desire. The living room, where they first started making out after their family had left. The kitchen, where Greg had been pinned against the counter while Rodrick showed him just how much he appreciated the pancakes. The bathroom, where a simple shower had turned hot. And, of course, their own rooms, where the nights had been filled with whispered confessions and passionate embraces.

Rodrick couldn’t get enough. Every time he touched Greg, every time he heard his brother moan his name, it felt like a victory. But there was still one place they hadn’t conquered, one final space that Rodrick had been holding out on, waiting for just the right moment.

Their parents' room.

The thought of taking Greg in their parents’ bed had been simmering in Rodrick’s mind for days. The idea of marking that space as theirs, of making sure that, in every corner of the house, there was a piece of them, drove Rodrick wild. He wanted it—needed it, even—because it wasn’t just about the act. It was about claiming Greg in the most undeniable way possible, in a space that symbolized authority and rules, which they were so brazenly breaking. That afternoon, with the sun starting to dip low in the sky, Rodrick finally decided it was time. They were lounging in his room, Greg nestled against his side, his head resting on Rodrick’s chest as they talked about nothing in particular. Rodrick’s hand was running absentmindedly through Greg’s hair, but his mind was elsewhere, already planning how he was going to make this next move.

“Greg.” Rodrick murmured, his voice low, catching Greg’s attention.

“Hm?” Greg replied, looking up at him with a lazy smile, clearly content in the moment.

Rodrick leaned down, capturing Greg’s lips in a slow, deliberate kiss, letting the moment stretch out, letting the heat between them build until Greg’s breath hitched slightly, a soft sound escaping his lips. Rodrick pulled back just enough to see the dazed look in Greg’s eyes, the way his cheeks had flushed with anticipation. He knew that look, knew what it meant, and it only fueled the fire burning inside him.

“Let’s go somewhere else.” Rodrick whispered, his voice a seductive purr. He didn’t need to elaborate; the mischievous glint in his eyes and the slight tug of his hand was enough for Greg to understand.

As they approached their parents’ bedroom, Rodrick could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He pushed the door open with a slow, deliberate motion, the creak of the hinges echoing in the quiet house. The room was bathed in the soft, golden light of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the floor. The bed, their parents’ bed, was neatly made, the pristine white sheets almost daring them to defile it.

Rodrick pulled Greg into the room, closing the door behind them with a soft click that seemed to resonate with finality. He turned to Greg, his eyes dark with intent, and without a word, he backed him up against the door. The air between them was charged, thick with the tension of what they were about to do.

Greg’s breath came in shallow pants as Rodrick leaned in, his lips brushing against Greg’s ear. “I’ve always wanted to do it here.” Rodrick’s voice was a low growl, dripping with the promise of what was to come.

Greg shivered, his eyes fluttering closed as he nodded. He knew exactly what Rodrick wanted, and the thought of it sent a thrill down his spine. The taboo of it all—their parents’ room, the sheer audacity of what they were doing—only heightened the excitement.

Rodrick’s hands were on Greg’s hips, pulling him closer as he kissed him with hunger. This was it, the final piece of their unspoken conquest. He could feel Greg responding to him, their bodies pressing together as the kiss deepened, becoming more desperate, more needy.

With a swift motion, Rodrick broke the kiss and turned Greg around, pressing him against the door. His hands roamed over Greg’s body, sliding under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his fingertips. Greg arched into the touch, a soft moan escaping his lips as Rodrick’s hands explored him, teasing and tantalizing.

Slowly, deliberately, Rodrick guided Greg toward the bed, each step heavy with anticipation. When the backs of Greg’s knees hit the edge of the mattress, Rodrick paused, his gaze locking onto Greg’s, searching for any sign of hesitation. But there was none. Greg was with him, completely, utterly, and the realization sent a surge of possessive desire through Rodrick.

He pushed Greg onto the bed, climbing over him with a predatory grace, his lips finding Greg’s again in a searing kiss. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, the rustle of sheets as they moved together, the soft creak of the bed as it bore witness to their forbidden act.

Every touch, every kiss, was an assertion of control, a claiming of territory that no one else could trespass upon. Rodrick’s hands were everywhere—tangling in Greg’s hair, tracing the line of his jaw, slipping beneath his clothes to feel the heat of his skin. Each movement was deliberate, calculated to drive Greg to the edge and then pull him back, a tantalizing dance of pleasure and restraint.

Greg’s fingers dug into Rodrick’s back, his breath hitching as he was overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. The world outside the room ceased to exist; there was only the two of them, lost in each other, in the moment that was theirs and theirs alone.

Rodrick’s voice was a husky whisper against Greg’s ear. “You’re mine, Greg. Here, in this bed, in this house. Every inch of you belongs to me.”

Greg gasped, his body trembling under Rodrick’s words, his heart racing in his chest. He could feel the weight of Rodrick’s claim, the possessiveness that underpinned every word, every touch. It was exhilarating, intoxicating, and he surrendered to it completely, letting himself be consumed by the fire that burned between them.

Rodrick’s thoughts darkened with a renewed hunger as he tightened his hold on Greg, drawing him closer. The feel of Greg’s body against his, warm and pliant, stirred something primal within him. The memory of their earlier intimacy had left him restless, and the need to claim Greg again, right there in their parents' bed, became overwhelming.

“Rodrick-” Greg’s voice was a sleepy whisper, laced with a mix of confusion and desire as he looked up at his brother.

Greg’s hands fumbled with Rodrick’s shirt, eager to even the playing field, to feel the heat of Rodrick’s skin against his own. Rodrick smirked, amused by Greg’s impatience, but he didn’t make him wait long. With a fluid motion, he pulled off his own shirt, discarding it alongside Greg’s, and pressed their bodies together once more.

Rodrick’s hands were everywhere, exploring, teasing, as he took his time, savoring every reaction he drew from Greg—the way he gasped, the way he trembled, the way he whispered Rodrick’s name like a prayer. It was intoxicating, knowing he had this effect on him, knowing that in this moment, Greg was his and his alone.

“Fuck, sweetheart you’re so hot. I can’t get enough.” Rodrick’s lips moved lower, kissing a path down Greg’s chest, his hands sliding over the curve of Greg’s hips, the smooth skin beneath his fingertips igniting something raw and primal within him. He paused at the waistband of Greg’s pants, his eyes flicking up to meet Greg’s, silently asking for permission even though he knew the answer.

Greg’s response was a breathless nod, his fingers tightening in Rodrick’s hair as if to urge him on. Rodrick obliged, his hands deftly undoing the button, sliding the zipper down, and then peeling the fabric away, leaving Greg exposed, vulnerable, and entirely at his mercy.

Rodrick took a moment to admire the sight before him, the way Greg’s body responded to him, the way he was already hard and aching, the way his breath came in quick, shallow pants as he looked up at Rodrick with wide, trusting eyes. It was a sight that filled Rodrick with a dark sense of satisfaction, knowing that he had driven Greg to this point, that he was the one who could make him feel this way.

Rodrick’s own need was a relentless, driving force, and he didn’t hold back as he positioned himself above Greg, his eyes locking onto Greg’s, searching for any hesitation, any sign that he should stop. But all he saw was desire, raw and unfiltered, reflected back at him.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Rodrick pushed into Greg, the sensation drawing a deep, guttural moan from both of them. The feeling of being inside Greg, of being so completely connected, sent a wave of pleasure crashing through Rodrick, nearly overwhelming him.

He set a steady rhythm, each thrust deliberate and controlled, driving deeper into Greg with every movement. “Baby, your so tight for me, fuck”

Greg responded in kind, his hips meeting Rodrick’s, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time, one that was entirely their own. The bed creaked beneath them, the sheets tangling around their legs, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was this moment, this connection, this undeniable need that consumed them both.

“Rodrick, god it’s so good.” Greg’s hands clung to Rodrick, his nails digging into his back as he gasped and moaned, his voice a constant litany of Rodrick’s name, of pleas for more, for everything. The sound of it only spurred Rodrick on, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate, as he chased the edge of pleasure that beckoned him closer with every thrust.

“Don’t stop, I need more. Please, please…” Greg begged as he moved his hips maniacally to much his brother’s thrusts.

When the climax finally came, it was like a wave crashing over them, powerful and all-consuming. Greg cried out, his body tensing beneath Rodrick’s as he was pushed over the edge, his release spilling between them, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. The sight of Greg, lost in pleasure, was enough to send Rodrick tumbling after him, a deep, guttural groan tearing from his throat as he found his own release, burying himself deep inside Greg as he rode it out.

Completely lost in the aftermath, their bodies intertwined, hearts pounding in unison as they both tried to catch their breath. The room was filled with the echoes of their shared pleasure, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex, a testament to the intensity of what they had just shared.

Rodrick’s body slumped against Greg’s, his chest rising and falling heavily as he struggled to regain control. He could feel Greg’s rapid heartbeat beneath him, their skin slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. For a long moment, neither of them moved, content to simply bask in the closeness, the raw intimacy that had just passed between them.

Rodrick finally shifted, lifting himself slightly to look down at Greg. The sight of him—flushed, dazed, lips swollen from their kisses—stirred something possessive and tender in Rodrick. He brushed a stray lock of hair from Greg’s forehead, his fingers lingering as if savoring the simple contact.

Greg opened his eyes slowly, a soft smile curving his lips as he met Rodrick’s gaze. There was something warm, almost serene, in the way he looked at Rodrick, as if all the tension and uncertainty of the past few days had melted away in the wake of what they had just shared.

“I love you.” Greg’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, as he reached up, cupping the side of Rodrick’s face. The gesture was intimate, filled with unspoken emotions that neither of them had yet put into words.

Rodrick leaned into the touch, closing his eyes for a moment as he savored the feeling of Greg’s hand against his skin. “I love you too baby. Get some rest now.”

“We need to change the sheets.” Greg murmured drifting off to sleep.

“I’ll take care of it, love.”

-

The days passed quickly after their night in their parents' room. It wasn’t long before their parents and little brother, Manny, returned from their vacation. The house, which had been completely theirs for days, suddenly felt smaller, more confined, as if the walls were closing in on them. But the exhilaration of what they had done remained, simmering just beneath the surface.

Their parents arrived home late in the afternoon, dragging suitcases behind them as they stepped into the foyer. Their mother, Susan, immediately began fussing over the state of the house, her sharp eyes scanning for any signs of mischief. Frank, their father, looked tired, clearly eager to unwind after the long drive, while Manny ran off to his room with a burst of energy only a six-year-old could muster.

Greg and Rodrick exchanged a glance, a silent communication that passed between them, filled with anticipation and a hint of wicked amusement. Rodrick had deliberately left a mark on Greg’s neck that morning, a small but unmistakable hickey, knowing full well that their mother would notice. It was a game to him, a way to taunt her without revealing the true nature of their relationship.

They had barely finished helping their parents unpack when Susan’s sharp voice cut through the air. “Greg, what’s that on your neck?”

Greg’s eyes widened slightly, but he quickly composed himself, reaching up to touch his neck. He tried to play it off, shrugging casually, but the way his cheeks flushed betrayed him. “It’s nothing, Mom.”

Susan wasn’t convinced. She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as she inspected the mark. “It doesn’t look like nothing. Did you get into a fight or something? Or... wait, is this a hickey?”

Greg didn’t have a chance to respond before Rodrick, who had been leaning casually against the door frame, burst out laughing. It was a rich, deep laugh, filled with genuine amusement at the situation he had engineered. “Oh, man, Mom, relax.” he said, pushing himself off the wall and strolling into the room with that trademark smirk of his. “Greg’s just been hanging out with that Holly girl. You know, from his class.”

Susan’s frown deepened, her motherly concern now tinged with suspicion. “Holly Hills? Greg, I didn’t realize you two were… well, that close.”

Greg was flustered, the color rising in his cheeks as he tried to think of how to respond. But Rodrick wasn’t about to let him off the hook. He threw an arm around Greg’s shoulders, pulling him in close in a mock-brotherly fashion. “Yeah, Mom, you know how it is. Young love and all that. Maybe you should give him ‘the talk,’ just in case he missed anything the first time around.”

Susan’s eyes widened in a mix of horror and embarrassment, clearly not prepared to have this conversation so soon after getting home. “Rodrick, that’s not funny! And Greg, you should know better. You’re too young to be getting involved in things like that.”

Greg mumbled something incoherent, his face a deep shade of red now, but Rodrick only grinned wider, clearly enjoying every second of his mother’s discomfort. “Come on, Mom. He’s not a little kid anymore. Greg’s not doing anything I wouldn’t do.”

Susan looked between her two sons, her concern now mixed with frustration. “Rodrick, you’re not exactly a role model here. And Greg, I want to talk to you later.”

Rodrick had to bite back another laugh, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he watched the scene unfold. He knew exactly what he had done, and the fact that his mother had no idea about the real reason behind the mark on Greg’s neck only made it funnier to him.

Frank, who had been listening from the other side of the room, finally spoke up, clearly eager to diffuse the tension. “Susan, let’s just get settled in first. We can have any talks later. It’s been a long day.”

Susan sighed, clearly not satisfied but willing to drop the subject for now. “Fine, but we’re not done with this, Greg.”

As their parents finally moved on, retreating to their room to unpack, Greg shot Rodrick a glare, his voice low and edged with irritation. “You’re such a jerk, Rodrick. And the fact that you mentioned Holly makes it even worse.” He crossed his arms, the flush on his face a mix of lingering embarrassment and something else, something darker. “Weren’t you jealous of her, actually? Maybe I should invite her over and let her give me a hickey now, just to see how you feel about that.”

Rodrick’s smirk faltered, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Greg. The playful, teasing glint was gone, replaced by something sharper, more possessive. He took a step closer, closing the distance between them in the narrow hallway, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You think that’s funny?”

Greg felt a shiver run down his spine at the sudden shift in Rodrick’s tone. The playful banter had turned into something far more intense, and he wasn’t sure if it excited or scared him—or maybe a bit of both. He didn’t back down, though. Meeting Rodrick’s gaze with a defiant spark in his eyes, he shrugged, trying to maintain a casual air. “I don’t know, Rodrick. Maybe I just want to see how you’d react. Holly’s always been interested in me, you know.”

Rodrick’s eyes darkened, the possessiveness in his gaze growing even stronger. He stepped closer, backing Greg up against the wall. The proximity made the air between them crackle with tension, the playful threat from moments ago now carrying a dangerous edge. “You’re playing with fire, Greg,” Rodrick warned, his voice low, the kind of low that made Greg’s breath hitch in his throat.

Greg swallowed hard, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away. The intensity in Rodrick’s eyes, the way his brother’s body was pressing so close to his—it was overwhelming, intoxicating. He could feel the anger and jealousy rolling off Rodrick in waves, but beneath that, there was something else, something that made Greg’s heart race. He couldn’t help the slight smirk that tugged at his lips. “Maybe I like playing with fire.”

Rodrick’s lips curled into a slow, predatory grin. “You think Holly could make you feel the way I do?” His hand came up, fingers brushing lightly over the hickey he’d left on Greg’s neck, the touch both possessive and tender. “She wouldn’t stand a chance, and you know it.”

Greg’s breath hitched again as Rodrick’s fingers trailed down his neck, sending a shiver through him. He could feel his resolve wavering, the bravado he’d mustered starting to crumble under Rodrick’s intense gaze. “Rodrick-”

Rodrick’s grin widened, the possessiveness in his eyes turning into something almost primal. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured, leaning in so that his lips brushed against Greg’s ear, his voice a dark, seductive whisper. “No one else gets to touch you, Greg. Not Holly, not anyone. You’re mine.”

Greg’s knees went weak at the possessive claim, the combination of Rodrick’s words and the closeness of his body sending a thrill through him. He felt himself melting under Rodrick’s touch, any thought of defiance slipping away as he leaned into his brother, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m yours.”

Rodrick’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction at Greg’s submission, the tension between them shifting into something heated, electric. “Damn right you are.”

Without another word, Rodrick captured Greg’s lips in a fierce, possessive kiss, his hand sliding into Greg’s hair to hold him in place. The kiss was demanding, filled with a need to reaffirm what they both knew—that no one else could ever come between them. Greg responded immediately, his hands gripping Rodrick’s shirt as he kissed back with equal fervor, all thoughts of teasing and defiance forgotten. The world outside, their parents just down the hall, everything ceased to exist as they lost themselves in the intensity of the moment.

When Rodrick finally pulled back, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they tried to regain their composure. Greg rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re going to get us both in trouble one of these days.”

“Maybe,” Rodrick replied with a sly grin. “But isn’t that half the fun?”