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The way Matt has been jumping around is getting a little out of hand; he’s not usually this energetic and it’s messing with his emotions and judgement a little. He feels like he’s on top of the world. He’s practically itching with the way he wants to constantly jabber away and gesticulate wildly. He can tell that Nick is getting a little (or maybe, a lot) annoyed, considering he’s not letting the older speak. Chris, the asshole, is just watching in amusement as Nick steadily fumes.

In Matt’s defence, Nick is always speaking anyway; so what if Matt keeps interrupting him this one day? But that’s him digressing.

Nick had just started explaining some new video idea when Matt opens his mouth once more to let loose another spiel of mostly-nonsensical words strung together. Before he could get carried away though, he was swiftly hushed by a hand clamping over his jaw, shutting it tight.

Caught off-guard and slightly flustered, Matt blinks, meeting Nick's infuriated gaze. The dark look in his eyes and the displeased downturn of his lips has Matt squirming in his seat; a soft ember of arousal making itself known.

Mortified at his reaction, Matt finally stills, breathing in deep through his nose and trying not to draw attention to his half-chub. He valiantly tries to keep his mind from wandering into uncharted and definitely-taboo directions.

It's later that night, in his room, when Matt finally lets himself relax and explore his newfound discovery: his apparent wish to be dicked down by his older brother.

It's hard not to notice how much stronger Nick physically is, compared to Matt. For Christ’s sake, the guy can lift him up with minimal effort. While Matt is somewhat delighted that he can get princess-carried across the house whenever he's tired, he's mostly just horrifically embarrassed by the twinge of arousal that accompanies this realisation.

Before he can clock what he's doing, his hand has moved downwards to cup his cock over his shorts, lightly pressing over the warmth to provide some relief.

Sighing softly, he relocates his hand to the inside of his shorts and underwear, cupping his cock. His mind wanders as he replays the various memories that he’s been forced to look at differently post-discovery.

Matt had recently twisted his ankle and so, he’d been hobbling around awkwardly around the house. He, of course, had been ignoring it to the utmost of his ability. The problem came when Matt had to make his way upstairs after dinner while he was absolutely dead on his feet. He’d been debating just laying down on the floor and staying there until morning but Nick had seemingly reached the end of his patience. 

With just a long-suffering sigh and a roll of his eyes, Nick simply sweeped Matt off his feet and began climbing the steps. Matt, completely shell-shocked, hadn’t even protested at the manhandling and let Nick do as he wished.

Without a word, Nick simply walked into Matt’s room, opened the door with his foot and deposited the younger one on his bed and then walked out, leaving Matt speechless. He didn’t fail to notice that in the entire time, Nick hadn’t struggled once .

In fact, he’d lifted Matt up as if he’d weighed lighter than a feather, with one arm curled around his upper thighs and the other around his lower back, princess-carrying him without a sweat. Nick had remained steady even while climbing the stairs, even though he was usually so clumsy.

His cheeks lighting up red, Matt turned over to burrow his face into his pillow and grinned into it, resolutely ignoring the low thrum of arousal strumming through his gut.

Nick had taken over the couch, laying down on it and spreading out on it such that he was occupying the whole length of it. Matt, who wanted the couch for himself, sat patiently in wait in a nearby armchair for Nick to get up so that he could monopolise the space for himself.

After a good fifteen minutes or so, Matt was finally rewarded when Nick stood up and exited the room, presumably in search of something. Cheering silently, Matt got up and snuggled into the blankets that Nick had left stockpiled on the furniture and burrowed himself in. The space was still warm from Nick’s body heat and the blankets themselves were saturated with the scent of Nick’s bodywash; at the familiarity, Matt found himself dozing off quicker than he usually did in his own bed.

When he finally came to, he was in someone’s arms and being carried. Again.

Whoever it was, was being exceedingly gentle and he found himself sighing and nuzzling in closer. 

“Matt? Are you awake?”

“Mm…” he whined in return, scrunching up his nose. At least he knew now from the voice that it was Nick who was carrying him.

“If you’re awake, then I’ll let you go back to your room yourself, kid,” came Nick’s unimpressed tone, his arms loosening around Matt’s frame.

The younger one panicked a little and wound his arms around Nick’s neck and shoulders, tighter than a vice. “Nooo, N’cky, stay.” And with that, he burrowed his head into the crook of the other’s neck and held himself there, refusing to budge.

Nick simply breathed out a soft annoyed sound (and a little endeared one too, if Matt had listened closely enough), and corrected his grip before continuing on his way. Matt breathed out softly and let himself drift, secure and sure that he wouldn’t be dropped.

Despite his half-asleep state, it didn’t escape his notice that this was the second time Nick had exhibited his strength and Matt had completely folded himself over it.

The triplets were filming another “Eat With Us” video for the following week when things went awry. The packet of barbeque sauce that Matt had been trying to open for the past few minutes just burst open, exploding everywhere. Most of it, though, landed square on Nick’s t-shirt.

Horrified, Matt watched as Nick stopped speaking to the camera and instead, turned towards him, a menacing glint in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” Matt squeaked out, his voice trembling in equal parts from bewilderment from the sudden launch and fear of Nick’s reaction. Chris was off to the side, wheezing and clutching the edge of their kitchen table for support.

Nick seemed to choose peace for once and blew out a breath; he said, “You’re damn lucky I have a tank top underneath this and that I don’t actually like this t-shirt too much.”

“Rip! It! Off! Rip! It! Off!” cheered Chris, making Nick splutter and Matt let out a startled laugh.

“What do you mean, rip it off?!”

“Well,” Chris smiled, his lips stretched into an easygoing smile. One that made it impossible to refuse a challenge. “You said it yourself: you don’t even like that t-shirt-”

“That doesn’t mean I should rip it in half!”

“-Besides, I’m sure the Nick girls are gonna go crazy for it,” he finished, with a grin not unlike the Cheshire Cat.

Nick rolled his eyes, his expression deadpan. “Well, that’s all the more reason not to do it. I don’t need more embarrassing clips of me floating around the internet.”

“C’mon, Nick,” Matt piped up. “Do it for the audience!” Though he’d never admit it, Matt wanted to see it too.

As he and Chris started up a chant of “Do it! Do it! Do it!”, Nick finally groaned and shook his head, acceding to their demands. “Fine, now stop with that annoying BS.”

As Chris continued snickering (“No way kid just said BS ”), Matt found his mouth drying out as Nick rolled each of his shoulders and then cracked his knuckles one by one, seemingly in preparation. 

He cocked up an eyebrow and smirked, an expression that made Matt feel weak at the knees. “Pay attention, folks, this is a once-in-your-lifetime opportunity.”

Matt watched in awe as Nick simply grasped the two ends of his t-shirt and ripped it in half; the fabric tearing as easily as if it were soft cheese. His attention was captivated by the way Nick’s biceps bulged, the tattoos on his arm flexing with each movement. The ease with which Nick completed the task made Matt want to fall onto his knees and worship his older brother in any which way the other would ask for. 

All Matt could think about was how easily Nick would be able to grab Matt and align him according to his own wish; Matt would be helpless to follow each of Nick’s directions. Nick would be able to hold him down with no effort at all and thrust into him however he liked, chasing his own gratification rather than Matt’s.

It was insane but the thought of being helpless at the feet of his older brother made his cock twitch painfully. 

Slowly coming back to reality, Matt opened his eyes to see that he’d come all over his hand. Embarrassingly, it hadn’t even taken much for him to blow.

All he’d needed was reminiscing back to what all had started this obsession of his. Gulping, he closed his eyes once again and leaned his head back. He’d just gotten off to fantasies about his brother fucking him into the mattress.

He couldn’t even bring himself to feel guilty for it.

It seemed that saying was true, after all: First time's a fluke, second time's a coincidence and the third time's a tradition.

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His fantasising was getting a little out of hand. Over the past few days, he’d been going crazy about the simplest of things Nick had been doing. Ripping open packaging with his teeth; lifting heavy things up with just one hand; and other completely mundane things that made Matt feel stir-crazy.

The way Nick’s fingers would trace around the rim of a drink; the way he would tap on his knees; the way would tug or fiddle with his jewelry. This was becoming less about Nick’s strength and more about Nick in general.

Surprisingly, that wasn’t what was Matt’s issue here. Not the fact that he was thirsting over his brother but the fact that just jerking off wasn’t enough for him anymore. He wanted more.

He wanted Nick to be the one to get him to cum, to get him wet and sobbing for more; no matter how dirty the fantasy would get, Nick would be in it. 

Today, Matt wanted to try fingering himself, figuring that since handjobs weren’t helping anymore, something else would satisfy him better. He’d washed and cleaned himself out thoroughly in the shower and now he was sitting on his bed, naked as the day he was born.

When he’d been planning his new ‘venture’, he’d encountered one snag. He didn’t have any lube and he wasn’t particularly enthused about using spit; at least not for his first time. He knew that if he went to a store to buy some, either Chris or Nick would insist on accompanying him and he knew himself well enough to realise that this would cause him to chicken out. He was also way too impatient to order any online, he’d checked the shipping dates and they were no less than a couple of weeks which was absurd . 

That had left him with just one option: snoop through his brothers’ rooms in search of a usable pack. He knew from various late-night activities that they definitely kept some sort of stash in their rooms. He’d begun his search in Nick’s room despite the high consequence of getting his ass handed to him (and not in the fun way) upon discovery.

His gamble had paid off because in the bedside table, there was an almost new packet of lube. He’d quickly snatched it and escaped before he could be caught.

Now, he was rolling the package in his hands, getting up the courage to finally take the last step. Gently uncapping it, he squeezed some out onto the pads of his fingers, letting it warm on his fingers. The liquid was cold and the feeling of it sent a rush of anticipation through him.

Sitting up on his haunches, he leant onto one of his hands and reached the other down to his perineum, circling his index finger around his hole to get used to having a sudden sensation in a previously-untouched area. Sighing sweetly, he let a finger dip in softly, feeling the skin give under some pressure.

Having something up his ass felt a little weird but not completely unpleasant. Once the first finger was in, he let himself adjust to it before adding another. Soon he was pumping the digits in and out at a measured pace, hitting his prostate every so often, his moans growing in volume.

With the increased pleasure came the echo of the fantasies that had been haunting him. Matt could practically feel Nick hovering beside him, whispering filthy words into his ear and guiding Matt’s movements. He whined a little, closing his eyes, feeling his fingers stab against his prostate, sending pinpricks of arousal up his spine.

Panting softly, he scissored himself quicker, feeling on edge. In his haze, he didn’t notice the door creaking open and the object of his fantasies stepping in. The door closed behind Nick and he observed the sight before him with bated breath.

“Well, isn’t this interesting?” Nick said, his words coming out syrupy smooth and low. Matt’s eyes snapped open and he whimpered as he made eye contact with Nick. “Nick, what the fuck?” He gasped out. “Get out!”

The older one just raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think I will, actually-” he began making his way over to the bed “- after all, you’re using my lube to finger yourself and you’re moaning my name too.”

Matt gulped, I can’t believe this is happening right now. Wait. “What do you mean, moaning your name?”

“Aww,” Nick chuckled. “Were you so into it that you couldn’t even hear yourself? You were moaning so loudly too. Pretty sure Chris heard it as well and he was on the other side of the house.” He leaned over and pushed Matt onto his back, eliciting a gasp from the latter. 

“... What are you doing?” Matt asked, a flush painting his cheeks as he watched the way Nick seemed to be devouring him with his eyes. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” Nick said, his eyes fixed on Matt’s hole. The younger slipped his fingers free, feeling awkward but he immediately had to suppress a moan when he noticed how Nick’s pupils dilated at the action. “I’m looking at you the way you’ve been looking at me.”

One of his hands lifted up to stroke at Matt’s hips; now, Matt was on his back with Nick hovering above him. Overly conscious of his naked and aroused state, it didn’t strike Matt right away. “What…?” He croaked, his attention caught by the light touch on his skin.

Nick scoffed derisively before his mouth stretched into a smirk. “Baby, did the fingering make you dumb? You’ve been so obvious about staring at me these past few days.” Quicker than Matt could’ve guessed, Nick grabbed him by his hips and turned him around, pinning him down hard into the mattress. Matt let out a startled moan, hearing more than seeing Nick’s satisfied hum in his words. “Aw, you look so pretty like this. All laid out for my eyes.”

Nick picked up the lube and swiftly drenched his fingers in them, feeling his patience start to wear out. Beneath him, Matt lay pliant, panting softly into a pillow. He hadn’t been exaggerating when he had said that the kid had been obvious. Each time Nick had exerted himself even minutely, Matt had seemingly lost all function of his tongue, instead choosing to stare at him with lust-drunk eyes.

He couldn’t deny it; Matt’s admiring stare had made him feel more confident in himself, not to mention how amusing the whole situation was. But now, with Matt underneath him, the only word he could use to describe this situation was ‘ hot ’.

Nick was gently running his hand over the curve of Matt’s asscheek, enjoying the smoothness of his pale skin when all of a sudden, Matt grinded downwards, apparently having grown tired of the lack of stimulation. Growling, he planted one hand between Matt’s shoulder blades, using the other to drag up his hips, away from the sheets. The younger’s body arched beautifully and Nick could clearly hear the high whimper that he released at the man-handling.

He grinned and bore down, lining his clothed body over Matt’s, making sure the other could feel his clothed hardness digging into the cleft off his ass. At the pressure against his cock, Nick moaned appreciatively and rocked, hearing Matt let out a keening gasp in response

“Well, sweetheart?” He murmured. “Do you want me to fuck you? You seemed to be begging for it a few minutes ago.”

Receiving only a soft whine, Nick laughed, leaning away to instead run his fingers along Matt’s perineum. He hummed out a pleased noise at how nicely Matt had lubed himself and spoke up, finding himself curious: “Was this you first time fingering yourself, Matt?”

“Yeah,” Matt rasped out. “Why?”

“Nothing,” Nick said, shrugging off his clothes one by one. “You’re just so wet and soft that I bet I could slide into you with no effort.” He watched, amused as his words made Matt shudder visibly. Nick resumed his spot and let the tip of his cock kiss Matt's rim. He curled one of his hands around Matt’s nape and gripped tight, making sure the boy below him was almost completely immobile.

“Or maybe,” he teased, rocking gently, letting his cock slide past the entrance a little and then slip back out again. Matt had started panting again and he whined, “Please, Nicky…”

“What, Matty?” Nick crooned in return, stilling completely, Matt’s responding whine making the corners of his lips turn upwards. “You should ask for what you want .”

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Matt whimpered, already sounding wrecked. “Fuck me, Nick, please?”

Immediately, Nick started sinking into his hole inch by inch, savouring the fluttering of Matt's walls around his cock. “Wasn’t so hard, was it?” He taunted, his brash tone at odds with the gentle way he was stroking at Matt's lower back.

Steadily, he built up a pace and hissed as he felt Matt clench around him rhythmically. Looking down, he had to swallow back a pleased moan as he noticed exactly how blissed out Matt seemed. The younger had his eyes screwed shut tight and his mouth was lax, with a thin string of drool escaping. A bashful red was spread high across his cheeks with the back of his neck and the tips of his ears matching shades of crimson.

With the way they were positioned, Nick was sure that Matt's spine was at least a little strained. Yet, all he did was lay there and take whatever Nick was giving. The fact that Matt wasn't even shifting a little to ease the discomfort and simply letting Nick use him to his liking was intoxicating.

The hand Nick had at Matt's waist moved to hold his cock instead. Quickly, he began jerking him off in time with his thrusts using the abundant amount of precum to smoothen his movements.

As Matt’s sounds increased in volume, Nick leaned downwards to mouth at the back of his neck. At the first hint of tongue was when Matt burst, spilling white into Nick's cupped palm. 

Nick swore as he felt Matt tighten like a vice around his length, so much so that he had to stop thrusting and simply let Matt ride out his orgasm. 

As Matt finally stopped shivering from the strength of his climax, Nick slipped and observed his handiwork. There were several red bruises along the back of Matt's neck, not just from his teething but also from the grip he had kept throughout. Some deep part of him wanted to paint similar prints down Matt's front. Moving his gaze lower, he let out a pleased groan as he observed Matt's hole wink at him, red and stretched out, still shiny from the excess lube.

“Nick-” Matt breathed, “-you're still hard.”

Nick grinned, the flush on his face deepening as he understood what Matt was implying. “Don't worry, sweetheart, we're far from over.”

He snuck an arm under Matt and quickly lifted him up, such that he was resting completely on Nick's chest and he was in a kneeling position, facing the headboard of the bed. Nick, himself, was kneeling and in a flash, had his cock buried inside Matt, the glide easy and uncomplicated. 

Matt yelped at the jarring motion before the sound softened into a luscious moan. The angle was deep in this position, Nick's cock stabbing at his prostate almost painfully. The pressure felt delicious and the display of strength had him losing whatever feeling he had had in his legs after his mind-shattering orgasm.

Nick reached one palm out to press right above Matt's sternum, his hand keeping the latter constrained against his body. His other hand kept a firm grip against Matt's hip, and using the momentum, continued an unrelenting tempo, this time chasing more of his own pleasure as compared to Matt's.

It wasn't long before Nick reached his peak; the pleasured sighs dripping from Matt's mouth and the spasming of his walls around Nick's girth had him releasing into the younger with a deep groan, Matt twitching in his grasp.

Swaying forwards, Nick fit his mouth against the slope of Matt's shoulder and clamped down harshly, biting hard enough to leave imprints. It was that final move that undid Matt for a second time and he came again with a hoarse sob, babbling as he tipped his head backwards.

Gently, they careened into the bed and Matt let out an ‘ oomph ’ as he felt Nick lay on top of him. For some time, they lay there as they caught their breath. Unable to resist himself, Nick began pressing lazy kisses against Matt's back and shoulders making the other giggle.

“Nick,stop-” Matt squirmed, before abruptly moaning once again. “I can feel your soft dick inside me, that's so weird.”

“Weirder than the fact that you just came twice from me fucking you?” Nick sassed, watching amusedly as Matt reddened once more.

“Fuck, don't say that. It's so crass.” 

“Darling, you're currently pumped full of my cum. There's no such thing as too crass.”

Nick watched in amazement as Matt's eyelashes cluttered and he released a shaky breath. Gulping, he lifted up so that he could look Matt in the eyes, his cock slipping free at the movement. Almost immediately, Matt let out an upset sound.

“Baby, does that turn you on? Having my cum inside you and being all marked up by me?” The effect of his words were almost instantaneous; Matt's eyes rolled back and he gave a full body shudder. 

“Fuck, you're so responsive,” Nick marveled, running a gentle hand down the younger's spine.

“Come back here and cuddle me, Nick,” Matt pouted, his voice still raspy. Nick just hummed in return; his attention had been captured by the stream of white that had trickled out Matt. Shuffling down, Nick moved so that he was eye-level with his hole and spread apart his cheeks, enjoying the give of the supple flesh underneath his palms.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Matt muttered, lifting up onto his elbows so he could look at Nick. “That feels so strange,” he said, wrinkling his nose.

Not paying attention to what Matt was saying, he simply reached out a finger to collect some of the cum, watching as more poured out as he massaged the area around the rim. Matt's breath hitched again at the action; he was beginning to let out soft whines with every inhale.

Filled with an indecent amount of curiosity, Nick leaned forward and laid a broad lick over the hole, tasting the battery liquid. Not completely against the taste, he hummed into Matt's skin, feeling more than hearing Matt's responding keen.

A wicked idea striking him, he used his hands to part Matt's cheeks and inserted his thumbs into his hole, keeping it held wide open. Above him, Matt was exhaling sweet, breathless little noises, his hands clutching at the sheets around his head.

Languidly, Nick licked at the skin, massaging it with soft circles. Once in a while, he would flick his tongue inside to rub against the silken walls instead. Each time, Matt wouldn't fail to let out a broken wail, making Nick let out a pleased rumble. The vibrations would travel up Matt's spine, spreading warmth to the very tips of his fingers and making him arch his hips into the motions of Nick's tongue.

It was only when Nick's jaw had begun aching that he detached from Matt, his own chin wet with spit. He ran appreciative hands over Matt's thighs, admiring his handiwork. All the cum had been cleaned out; Matt's hole looked red and sore but well-used, and the rim was swollen from Nick's hard thrusts. 

“Fuck, Matty, you look so pretty that I wanna take a picture of you and set it as my wallpaper,” Nick confessed, laughing as Matt let out a tortured whine.