Not sure if i should continue, i feel the cliffhanger is appropriate but their's plenty of smut in this short piece guy's!
The house was silent. The only thing moving around was Bill, he was skipping around the house waiting for Tom to come home he was never this late but today was an exception. Bill picked up the clock it ticked away as he watched the time, Tom was an hour late had something happened to him?
Bill fretted at the thought of anything happening to his big brother, most of all. DEATH. He didn’t’t let the thought of DEATH run through his mind any longer than it had. Tom would be okay, he was probably caught in traffic or with one of his many girlfriends, Bill scowled at the thought of his brother with anyone else but him he hated every girl Tom brought home, they were always ditzy and blonde and barely dressed. He at least thought Tom could get better.
Bill looked outside, the dim moonlight glinted on his eyes which were slowly filling with tears. Bill’s breathe shook he knew something had happened to Tom he could feel it, he always knew when something was up it was apart of being an identical twin. You always know what’s happening. The sound of keys were at the door creaking to open the lock on the door, his head shot towards the door. Tom struggled to unlock the door he was so intoxicated he could barely see.
Tom staggered through the door and threw his keys on the floor, he had been drinking with the boys, again. Bill smelt the vodka from a mile off, “Tommy…” he said quietly but loud enough for Tom to pick up. Tom stumbled into the living room “Billa Vanilla…” he winked at him and grabbed his head either side with his hands and kissed him on the lips. Bill held his brothers waist “drinking again?” he felt angry but he couldn’t’t help but let it pass over now Tom was home, “of course” Tom hissed and licked his brothers lips, Bill tasted the vodka “ugh Tommy you drunk I can taste your drink you fu--” his words seem to trail off, he didn’t realize what Tom was doing until now. Tom started to take off his own clothes. What Bill had always wanted to see.
Bill stepped back and watched him, his little beady brown eyes fixed on Toms shirtless toned body, Tom leant back on the work top and tugged on the front of his jeans and sucked his fingers “Billa fuck me now…” he moaned with his fingers still down his throat, Bill swallowed hard “Tom what are you doing…” he stuttered as he watched him, Tom snorted “don’t play dumb Bill, I know you want to fuck me” he stopped and undid his belt “You’re jealous of those girls who get in my pants” Tom unbuttoned his jeans, he was teasing again “but you’re my little brother so now its your turn” he pulled them down. Bill stared, and what a sight it was. Tom sucked his fingers harder and moaned, he played with the hem of his boxers, sticking his finger under the cotton.
Bill pulled Tom close to him “well if that’s what you want…” he whispered in his ear and squeezed his crotch, he felt him get hard in his hand. Tom moaned “go on take them off…” he teased in his ear, his warm breathe hit Bills skin. Bill grinned “you horny bastard…” he pulled down Toms boxers. Tom bit his lip “Does Billa have anything special for Tommy…” he smirked, Bill moaned “of course..” he pulled down his jeans and pants, Tom looked at his crotch and looked back up at Bill “mmmm big boy aren’t‘t you…” he tickled Bill’s chest with his finger, Bill smirked “you haven’t had enough cock to know what big is” he spitted and rubbed himself up on Tom letting their erections brush close. Tom gasped in pleasure “but i’ve felt yours now” Tom sunk down his his knee’s in front of Bill, he rubbed his open mouth down his stomach his warm breath teasing his pale skin, Bill paused “open your mouth” he said blankly, Tom didn’t like his tone “why” he replied thinking Bill didn’t want this anymore, Bill squinted at him “do it now” he said sternly, Tom didn’t answer and opened his mouth, Bill lifted his hard erection, his own touch made him shiver…
You would think so too…
Subject: Tom, You're Late! 
Mon 8 Feb - 3:03
