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all with a game controller, shouting at the game.
    “I believe Cody and Lucas told their parents they were sleeping over here.”
    “Christ, just what we need.” Kyle picked up a cold slice of pizza with everything on it. Kevin went to the refrigerator to get them each a bottle of water. The beer from earlier still sat in his stomach like a rock.
    “Thanks,” Kyle took the bottle and gulped most of it in one chug. Kevin watched his throat move. He’d had plans for that throat after homework. “Stop looking at me like that.”
    “Like what?” Kevin looked down the hall to make sure no one was paying them any attention. He knew what he wanted, he just didn’t know how he looked wanting it.
    “Like you’re going to rip my clothes off and have your way with me.” Kyle tossed the empty bottle to toward the garbage . It bounced off the rim and clattered onto the floor.
    “But I do want to rip your clothes off, bend you over this table, and —” He leaned over putting his mouth right next to Kyle’s ear. “—And lick your hole until you’re wide open and begging me to make you come.”
    He could see Kyle’s skin pucker with goose bumps at his words. His brother’s soft moan was almost enough to make him forget their friends in the next room.
    “Oh, God, I want that ," Kyle whispered. "Why are they here again?”
    “Because someone had to go and shoot off his mouth about our parents being gone, that’s why.” Every impulse in his body was screaming for him to act on his desire. Kevin fought for control and sat back in his seat. Instead of moving over to run his hand up Kyle’s leg, to start working on getting him up for what they 'd discussed, he packed his book bag and laid it on the other side of the table. Everything was perfectly normal. Except for the hard-on he had, and the thoughts, and—
    “That dumbass would be you,” Kyle said, stretching his arms over his head. “Fifteen more minutes. Get them out in fifteen minutes. And I’ll let you rim me, because, I fucking liked when you did that.”
    “Oh, God,” Kevin wanted to do something drastic. Like pull a fire alarm during history class. But there was no fire alarm. “I’ll do my best. But you’ve met these guys. When they come to stay, the only force strong enough to get them out is Mom with her chore bucket.”
    “Mom’s not here. She keeps the chore bucket in the laundry room. Good luck. My ass is clean and , oddly enough, turned on. Hurry.” Kyle grinned and shook his head. They both knew this was futile. Nobody was getting laid tonight. Least of all them.
    “Yeah, yeah, I’ll do my best.” Kevin reached his hand under the table cloth and , with a quick glance into the den, he reached between Kyle’s legs and stroked his dick. Kyle responded immediately, growing hard behind his cargo shorts.
    “Unzip . I want to touch you.”
    Kyle leaned over his laptop . He didn’t look to see if they were alone before he dropped a hand to his lap and unzipped his fly.
    “They’ll see.”
    “They’re too busy killing each other, and it just looks like I’m helping you with homework.” Kevin freed him from his fly and stroked his hand down the long shaft, the soft skin dry and hot under his fingers, the vein already pulsing, head dripping.
    “You love when I touch you. I can tell. I love touching you. I love making you come. Fuck my hand, Ky. Let me make you feel good.”
    His brother was already flushed with pleasure. Now he leaned back in the chair and spread his legs wide. His dick jutted out from under the table cloth, but only Kevin could see him.
    “Yeah ," Kyle muttered. "Just keep watch.” He thrust his hips, fucking into Kevin’s hand, his breathing became harsh, his eyes fluttered closed. He bit his bottom lip and pulled it into his mouth to keep from making noise.
    “You look so hot when I do this. I could do this all the time.” Kevin stroked his hand over the now swollen head of Kyle’s dick. He could feel the change