I'm drunk..
And right now I'm so in love with you...
And I don't want to think too much..
About what we should or shouldn't do.
Lay my hands on heaven and the sun and the moon and the stars..
While the devil wants to fuck me in the back of his car..
Nothing quite like the feel of something new...
Maybe I'm all messed up..
Maybe I'm all messed up..
Maybe I'm all messed up in you...
Maybe i'm all messed up...
This is the only time I really feel alive...
This is the only time I really feel alive...
I swear..
I just found everything I need..
The sweat in your eyes..
The blood in your veins..
Are listening to me...
Well I want to drink it up and swim in it until I drown..
My moral standing is lying down...
Nothing quite like the feel of something new...
Maybe I'm all messed up..
Maybe I'm all messed up..
Maybe I'm all messed up in you..
Maybe i'm all messed up..
But this is the only time I really feel alive...
This is the only time I really feel alive.
Matt sat on the bed watching the bright, flashing screen of the television. He occasionally laughed at the goofy characters on a sitcom, idly running a hand through the damp curls lying against the pillow. He had just taken a shower, so his skin still glistened with droplets of water. A crisp, white towel was loosely wrapped around his waist, the cotton material soft against his moist skin. It hung a bit low on his body, revealing the distinctly luscious curves of his hips. His legs were spread against the linen, his knees slightly bent. He really had no idea just how sexy of an image he was, but perhaps that’s what the brunette even more flawless.
He smirked, his fingers jabbing at the black remote control he playfully flipped against his palm. American Movie Classics. He smiled. A silent movie. Charlie Chaplin. He almost chuckled. The hat he wore reminded him of Shane’s, except the actor reminded him nothing of his old friend. He peered closer at the screen. The movie star almost reminded him of someone else.. Matt shook his head, laughing as he went back to watch the movie.
Jeff looked at himself in the mirror. He grinned. He was simply beautiful. His fingers wrapped around the chilled bottle of a beer, tapping his navy-colored nails against the glass before lifting it to his lips. He took a healthy gulp of the alcohol, not that he really needed it. He was already a bit hyper, be that from the simple high of transforming his persona, or just knowing that as soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, he was going to fuck his brother silly. He snickered, pressing the faux mustache to his upper lip with a confident wink. His emerald gaze lit up at his reflection. It was perfect. He was officially a movie star. One of the most popular in the world, at that. He picked up his step, giggling to himself as he emerged from the room.
“What do you think?”, Jeff grinned happily, “I’m Jeffie Chaplin!”, with a laugh, he twirled around in the doorway, to give his older brother a better look of himself.
Jeff was dressed in black shoes that were a little too big for him, onyx-colored, loosely baggy pants that looked like something a clown would wear, and an overcoat much to small. On top of his head stood a derby hat, the circular brim covering his forehead. A pair of bright green eyes peeked out from under the hat, a thick, bushy mustache set just under his nose. He smiled proudly, twirling the wooden cane in his hand before setting the tip to the carpet. With a giggle, he clicked his heels in the air, his feet shuffling against the floor as he danced. Dark navy and deep pink strands of hair fell over his gaze as he entertained his own private fantasy.
Matt tore his eyes from the television, blinking in disbelief. He struggled with himself not to laugh. Jeffie Chaplin?! What the fuck?! He bit back the snicker ready to part from his mouth, his sweet chocolate gaze drinking in the extraordinary sight. He firmly pressed his lips together, his abdomen inwardly contracting as his laughter hooted inside. He had never seen anything so funny in his entire life.
“Jeff.. uhm.”, Matt paused to laugh briefly, “Are you high?”, he lifted a shapely eyebrow as Jeff crawled up on the bed, his pleasure quite apparent. He nuzzled his lips against his baby brother’s as Jeff hovered over him.
“No..”, Jeff pouted, crushing his mouth against Matt‘s, before slightly pulling away, “Being someone else just turns me on...”, Jeff winked as he moaned softly against his brother’s mouth.
And it did turn him on. To the point where his cock was already throbbing inside his pants. He thought disguise was sexy as fuck, especially transforming into someone most people wouldn’t even think of as erotic. Jeff beamed. If anyone could make Charlie Chaplin sexy, it was him.
The younger man kissed his way down Matt’s body, pausing to bite at his brother’s nipples, jabbing his tongue at the hardened nubs. He placed soft butterfly kisses at the curves of Matt’s hips, snaking his tongue out to lap up and down the cleft in the center of his abdominal muscles. He teasingly brushed the bristle hair of his mustache against his brother’s navel, his lips slick against Matt’s skin. With a smirk, he turned his head to bite into the thick material of the towel, his teeth snatching it away from Matt’s lower half with a light tug.
Jeff smiled. Matt was slightly aroused, his beautiful cock standing proudly amidst a mass of moist curls. His warm mouth immediately dipped down to nip at the tender flesh of Matt’s thighs, his metal tongue-stud glinting against his brother’s tanned skin.
Matt moaned, his eyes fluttering shut. Why the hell Jeff chose Charlie Chaplin, he had no clue. He did have to admit that his little brother was one sexy bitch, and his fetish was something a bit strange, possibly even deranged. But obviously it pleased him to no end, so Matt would comply. Besides, Jeff looked cute wearing the bowler hat.
Jeff slid his slick tongue up and down Matt’s smooth calf, occasionally biting roughly at the plump muscle. His fingers dug into the finely-toned skin, moaning against his older brother’s beautiful physique. He leaned a little closer to gently nibble at Matt’s tiny opening, seductively running his tongue up and down the delicious slit. Listening to Matt’s soft urgings, he smirked, teasingly flickering his tongue against his brother’s entrance before shifting forward to suck at the older man’s sack.
Jeff closed his eyes, his tongue licking at the fuzzy balls before taking one into his mouth. He casually let the warmth of his mouth saturate Matt’s heavy balls, moaning around his brother’s apparent arousal. His nose rested against the small patch of soft pubic hair, Matt’s body needfully arching up against his mouth. Jeff smirked. Apparently his brother liked the idea of Jeffie Chaplin more than he originally thought..
Matt groaned. Jeff’s mouth was driving him insane. So scheming and manipulative, but he loved it. As soon as he felt Jeff’s skillful tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, his head fell back against the silk sheets. He quickly lost himself to the exquisite pleasure, his mouth slightly gaping open as Jeff took his entire length, his baby brother’s head expertly bobbing between his thighs. He reached down to rest shaky fingers on the top of Jeff’s felt hat, guiding the younger man onto his thick cock. The soft material felt wonderful against his palm, but not nearly as incredible as Jeff’s mouth was.
Jeff growled against Matt’s sizable length, incensed on giving his brother the best blowjob of his life. Based on the uncharacteristic moans leaking from Matt’s mouth, he was well on his way. His fingers squeezed and pinched at his brother’s balls, which were still slick with his own saliva. His tongue lapped up and down the underside of Matt’s cock, hollowing out his warm cheeks to increase the friction of his mouth as it swallowed the brunette’s cock. His throat was tightly enclosed around Matt’s shaft, tiny shrieks escaping Matt’s lips as he sucked even harder. He peered up at Matt from underneath the brim of his hat, moaning at what he saw.
“J-Jeff...”, Matt moaned out his baby brother’s name relentlessly, his head rolling in absolute pleasure against the pillows.
Matt was panting heavily, his chest slick with perspiration as it rhythmically rose and fell. His hair was damp and matted against the silken material of the pillowcase, the raven-colored curls wetly tangled. One hand was firmly tugging at his hair, the other gently resting on top of his hat. Jeff grinned lightly, his tongue lashing at the hot skin stretched to cover the head of Matt’s cock. His brother was lost. In passion, intensity, lust.
He giggled, his tongue drawing thick streams of pre-cum from the tiny slit. He knew Matt was close. He snickered as he removed his mouth from Matt’s cock, trailing up his body to share a deeply erotic kiss with his older brother. Their tongues heatedly tangled, exchanging the sweetly-addictive flavor of the brunette’s own pre-cum. With a ragged moan, Matt broke their kiss.
“Fuck me..”, the brunette breathed out, his eyelids heavy with lust and adoration. He rose up onto his hands and knees, scandalously licking at his lips as he thrust his luscious ass back against Jeff‘s abdomen.
Jeff smirked, “Gladly...”, he waggled his eyebrows, pulling down the tattered pants to puddle at his knees. The other parts of the outfit he would keep on while he fucked his brother, for that was the whole effect. Especially the hat, he adored it.
His erection sprung free of its baggy confines, awkwardly bobbing between his legs as he crawled up to Matt’s thighs. He lowered his mouth to Matt’s entrance, which was still wet with his own saliva. His hands meticulously spread the plump globes of Matt’s ass, exposing the glistening slit to his lusty gaze. With a soft moan, his tongue gently circled the perimeter of Matt’s opening, before plunging it into his ass without abandon. The apex of his tongue sought out the single spot that would turn Matt’s body to jelly.
He grinned against Matt’s ass, the fake hair of his mustache teasing against the supple skin as his tongue worked in and out of his brother’s slick tunnel. His tongue curved, the metal stud jabbing against Matt’s prostate. As Matt shrieked out his name, he closed his eyes in absolute pleasure. He was actually obsessed with rimming his brother. His taste was so delightfully scrumptious, and the way Matt responded to him was so arousing that sometimes he could barely stand it.
With a soft whimper, he lifted his mouth from Matt’s ass, or else they would both cum sooner than expected. He carefully attached his hands to Matt’s hips, the glossy polish of his nails contrasting against his brother’s flushed skin. He positioned himself at the brunette’s awaiting entrance, biting at his full lips before sliding up into the desirably-scorching tightness of Matt’s ass.
Matt rocked back on his hands, a gasp tearing from his lips as his baby brother filled him completely in one single thrust. Waves of curls fell down his bare back, brushing against his spine as he began working his hips back against Jeff’s cock, his body afire as his dripping cock pulsated with desire. He wantonly spread his legs even wider, feeling Jeff’s heavy balls pressed against the sensitive skin just beneath his entrance. He groaned softly, his voice deep and lust-filled. He wanted to be pounded into the mattress. By none other than Jeffie Chaplin. The brunette smirked.
Jeff was buried to the hilt inside of his brother’s ass, his eyelids falling shut as the tips of his mascara-covered eyelashes touched the slightly hollow space underneath his eye. The worn sleeves of his overcoat brushed against his knuckles as he began pumping in and out of his older brother’s tight heat. His fingers gripped the brunette’s hips, quickly tugging Matt back against his thick cock. His brain swum with colorful flashes of passion, swiftly thrusting in and out of Matt’s deliciously tight ass. His head tilted back in sharp pleasure, his moans broken as his older brother forcefully slammed his hips back against his enormous cock.
The sizzling inner muscles of Matt’s ass clenched around Jeff’s cock with superb expertise, shamelessly begging his brother to fuck him harder. Jeff willingly obeyed, deeply plunging into Matt’s body. The soft grunts ringing in the brunette’s pierced ears warned him that Jeff was deliriously close to release. Matt felt Jeff’s hand snake around to grasp his burgeoning cock, the warm hand furiously stroking up and down his pulsing shaft.
He felt Jeff’s cock head jabbing against his prostate, his baby brother’s soft moans urging him to cum. With a loud scream, Matt’s dark chocolate eyes rolled back in his head, his body shuddering as he came violently. His cum spurted out of his cock, staining the sheets with jets of the hot, white substance.
Jeff groaned, sinking into Matt’s spasming warmth with one final thrust. He spilled deep into Matt’s ass, his hips jerky as his entire body froze with the intensified lust they shared. Moaning, Jeff slumped against Matt’s back, his lips smeared against the brunette’s skin as he held him close. His body tingled with something unexplainable, something so amazing that it left him breathless.
Matt collapsed against the linen, his breathing heavy and labored. His eyes flickered open, dizzily focusing on the silence that seemed to blare from the television screen. Charlie grinned, winking into the screen before it went black. Matt smiled. Sincerely. He could see why Jeff had chose him. Not because he was hilarious, or charming, or even famous. Because he took ahold of your emotions and showed you what it was like to feel. Matt grinned. That was Jeff for ya..
Jeff slid out of his brother with a moan, lifting his hand to tear away the mustache lightly glued to his lip. He watched his own cum ooze out of Matt’s opening, sticky and wet as it ran down his thighs. He moved closer to wrap his arms around his older brother, smiling as he buried his upturned nose in Matt’s vanilla-scented curls. Jeff lowered his mouth to Matt’s for a deep kiss, tenderly holding him close as they snuggled against the blankets. After a few moments of treasured caressing, Jeff giggled.
“What are you gigglin’ at?”, Matt smiled, playfully resting his forehead against his baby brother’s. He stared down into Jeff’s innocent gaze, his fingers idly stroking at the younger man’s hip.
“Did you know that Charlie’s character was often called ‘The Little Tramp’?”, Jeff suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, waggling his eyebrows at Matt, “Why the fuck else would I have picked him?”, Jeff snickered, smiling brightly as he planted a loving kiss onto Matt’s bottom lip.
Matt just laughed. He shook his head in disbelief, squeezing his brother tight against his chest. With a soft yawn, he clicked the button to shut the television off, smiling down at Jeff as he began to fall asleep. Matt gently removed the hat from Jeff’s head, his adoration for his baby brother quite apparent.
“You’re beyond weird..”, Matt smiled, “But I love you anyway...”, with a soft kiss to Jeff’s temple, he placed the hat onto his head, tipping the brim completely down to shade his eyes. Mattie Chaplin? Matt smirked at the thought, quickly falling asleep in Jeff’s affectionate embrace.