Disorder Ch. 03

"Jeez," Soren muttered. "You're... You know what, never mind. Definitely, never mind."

"What? Didn't you..."

But there was no time for that as they staggered up and, somehow, Soren was cajoled, shaking all the while into driving. Not because Charles could not drive but because he found a sick sense of thrill from making him do it, taking back control that had, albeit temporarily, been lost in the hospital, the sick job that his brothers had, most likely, set up for him to have a good scare from. They wouldn't have bothered with the pathetic fare of Lord and he could certainly see why in hindsight, hanging his arm out the window and letting the late afternoon wind ruffle his hair, torn loose from his ponytail as Soren ground his teeth together and broke the speed limit. Maybe it was good for Soren too.

Soren, however, stormed up the stairs, raising Charles' eyebrows and need even in the sickening, pulsing drop in adrenaline. And two bodies needed something for that even as they secluded themselves back away inside his apartment, Soren growling and near enough flouncing to the bedroom as if he was actually getting to demand and expect things from Charles himself. In a way, it was kind of impressive too. He couldn't help but be impressed, if only a little.

Just a little.

"You're a fool!"

Charles rolled his eyes, spreading his hands as he goaded Soren on, pushing him into the frame of mind that his pounding heart and throbbing loins needed, blood roaring in his ears for all the right reasons. A little job with a few complications... If he could set up a few more like that just to grind Soren's gears, he might get himself fucked real good just a little more often...

A man could but hope and, well, he most certainly could stir the pot too. Just for his own fun and amusement. Not that he didn't get something out of it too, of course. And he had to, his lips parted in a breathy smirk, hair hanging loose and prime to be pulled as he was forced down to his knees. For maybe there was a little pleasure too to be gleaned from the loss of control, even if it would take a bigger man than Charles himself to ever admit that.

"Say that with a little more attitude, Soren, those in China couldn't hear you from here..."

Yet it was not attitude that Soren needed, hands shaking as he snarled like a wild animal and flung Charles onto the bed, heart pounding like a beast trying to rip itself free of a cage that it, suddenly and abruptly, found itself trapped in.

"Are you insane?" He hissed, his tone low and dangerous, although, of course, it was merely the throbbing drive of sexual need along with the release of tension that had him so wound up - it could not be helped under any circumstances. "What you did... Your brothers tried to get you killed!"

"Oh, yeah?"

Charles' eyes narrowed, lips quirking in a smirk as he held his hands up in mock surrender, hair splayed back around his head on the bed like a dark halo. Somehow, the button on his dark pants had become undone. Convenient.

"So make me feel alive again!"

And Soren intended to do just that even if he would, at least, grunt and grumble some kind of apology for his sweet sexual aggression once they had come down from several highs later on, two bodies coming together in coarse passion. Clothes hit the floor in a pile, Soren's teeth lustfully at Charles' throat and he playfully submitted, trembling in his grasp as hot kisses and gropes were shared between them, Soren's shaft driving up into the tightness of his anal passage with, for once, a good helping of lubricant to guide him in. That was one of the benefits, of course, to fucking at home rather than out somewhere in a dank, dark alley or in the car, even: the creature comforts of home could be better acquired.

And it was worth it too for the toe-curling pleasure as he clung to the far side of his bed, which had been rammed up against the wall, blue sheets rumpled and faded from where they had gone through too many washes. It had been Soren who had forced him to get those sheets washed even though he'd not really been bothered to steal a new set: something like that was really small fry to him, not worth the effort, and no one was about to dump a new set on him for the sake of making his home life any nicer. So it was faded sheets to fuck on and that suited Charles just fine as he braced, hair spilling down around his face and shoulders, teeth grinding passionately as he slammed his hips back into each and every one of Soren's driving, punishing thrusts.

It was just what he needed, what he craved above all else, the feel of being penetrated, the pounding force of Soren above him softening to long, deep, languid thrusts that felt as if they could have gone on forever, his hips raised just enough so that his cock wasn't jammed into the bed. He hissed through his teeth, eyes rolling back into his skull, and ground back onto Soren's shaft, letting the larger, bulkier man pound him. Perhaps it would have been better, in a way, to have just gone to the bedroom to begin with but that wasn't part of the fun of it, the fun of getting Soren's heart racing to see just how hard he could go when he finally spun that cord of tension out on its course of sweet completion.

And then a hand closed around his shaft, the palm calloused as if Soren, for once, was slipping on his skincare regime: just another thing that Charles could tease him about. But he liked the feel of those rough hands on him, pumping his length as he moaned and tried to arch his back but found that he could go nowhere, trapped between Soren and the bed, just where he felt that he needed to be at that very moment.

It was impossible to hold back even as Soren humped and thrust to orgasm, anger falling away as if it had never, not really, been presented. Charles moaned out his climax, losing himself, his sense of time and place, and was swiftly rewarded for making a mess on those old, faded sheets with a load of semen pumped up directly into his anal passage, thick and full and undoubtedly heady. It spilt out of him as Soren pulled out, a mess well and truly left behind as it trickled down the backs of his thighs and dripped to the floor, a stain to remind him, later, of what pleasures had gone down there.

Ah, sucking cock and taking it had its joys but there was something still that held even more allure for Charles as he kissed Soren - not because he was romantically passionate about him or anything but simply because it felt right, right then and there, to enjoy the heated depths of another man's mouth. He may have been using Soren or he may have, simply, been kidding himself, but that was Charles' business alone as he firmly bore Soren back onto the bed in turn, his legs pulled up to expose the puckered hole of his anal ring too.

Things went both ways with them, of course, and Charles pushed Soren's legs back with his arms, hissing as his recovering shaft ploughed into him with only the barest amount of lube. They could have well enough have said that they were just the right size for one another, able to take with a nice bit of stretch too, but without causing too much trouble. Charles groaned deep in the back of his throat as he drove into Soren, the man beneath him submitting even though they were fairly evenly matched when it came to their drive for sexual pleasure. In strength, of course, Soren could have physically overpowered Charles, even though Charles was more agile...

Breathing heavily, Charles spat a curse that was from pure pleasure alone and hammered in, wondering if he would have to put his agility to the test at some point, all in the name of greater pleasure, of course. It would only be for fun, just for fun... Yet pounding Soren's tight hole made it hard to think, let along concentrate on anything else at all, and he howled out his pleasure as his cock throbbed thick and hard and drooled pre-cum, slickening his path even further for the ultimate pleasure of release. No words were needed as he shoved Soren's legs back as far as he could, physically, bend, his flexibility very much not what it could have been, but that didn't matter to either of them as they huffed and grunted like wild creatures, needing the release all over again despite having climaxed so soon already.

That was the beauty of their liaison as their bodies came together over and over again, one lusting for the other as much as the first. They needed it and the thrill of a job, an adrenaline rush, only made it all the better as Charles groaned out his ecstasy, filling his partner's hole with a load of cum that he could not help but continue to force out with each and every thrust along the length of his shaft. His thrusts could not be stopped either, jamming up against that needy match off overly sensitive nerves in Soren's backdoor passage just in time for the man beneath him to let loose with his own orgasm, shooting pearly droplets over his stomach as his cock throbbed and twitched. There could be no holding back for either of them and they heaved and panted through the afterglow, separating and sprawling as they laughed breathlessly, touching but still, somewhat, with a little distance. Just as Charles liked it.

It never did to get too close to someone but something that he could not have explained even to himself in the realm of hindsight made him grab his tracksuit pants before leaving the bedroom, dragging them on as he went, just shirtless, to get a glass of water. Or maybe beer. Was there vodka left? And when had been the last time he'd eaten? Damn, he should have ordered in takeout or something... Yet all that went from his mind, heart leaping into his throat and sitting there, tight and throbbing, as his eyes locked onto the grinning, twin forms of his brothers sitting on the sofa.

Sitting together a little too closely. But, no, he could not think of that as John made a face that could only mean trouble, their shit-eating grins too alike in a moment that Charles wished both that they were gone and that the floor would swallow him up too, just for good measure. But fantasies could not always become a reality.

Oh, hell...

"So... He is your boyfriend," Donnie said, waggling his eyebrows subtly. "Little brother... Who could have imagined that?"

"And did you enjoy our little adventure?" John chipped in, not to be outdone. "We thought you needed some time to canoodle, no?"

"Get out of my apartment!"

Brotherly love, for what it was worth, had to always go just a shade too far.

Even to get a job done.