Movie Night (Kevin/Nick)
“I don’t see why we always have to watch chick flicks.” Joe grumbled, flopping down on his bed. “Just once, I’d love for you guys to let me choose the movie.”
I, across the hotel room on my own bed, curled up around Kevin, rubbing my cheek against his shoulder. “I like them.” I said simply. “Besides, this one’s funny; you’ll like it.”
“This movie is not funny!” Joe protested, punching his pillow lightly, trying to make it more comfortable. “This movie is a sad testament to the fact that love never lasts. A rare miss for Jim Carrey.”
“What do you know? You like Ace Ventura and we all know that movie isn’t funny.” Kevin shot back, his right arm around me, holding me close, even as he reached up with his left to flip the switch on the light beside the bed, submerging the room in darkness, the only remaining light the soft blue shifting over us from the TV.
Getting to choose the movie had been our compromise with Joe, so really his whining was for show. We hadn’t originally planned this one night off between shows as a movie night, but Joe got lonely easily, and we loved him to death. So, we forewent our plans for spending the evening eating gourmet food (courtesy of room service) and making love to spend time with our needy brother. In return, because he knew he’d ruined our plans, he allowed us to put in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind as our first movie.
Even as late as twenty minutes into the movie, I was still sulking, because I’d had high hopes for tonight, and Kevin had basically pleaded with me to not make him say no to Joe. I had no doubt that it would have been perfect, because Kevin was truly the romantic, and I was sure he had something sweet and sexy up his sleeve for me. Apparently, I was going to have to wait until another night to find out what that something was.
But, as far as I was concerned, just because we didn’t have the night to ourselves, there was nothing stopping us from still enjoying each other’s company. It was with this in mind that I allowed my hand to creep over into Kevin’s lap, eyes remaining focused on the screen.
“Nick …” There was a distinct warning in Kevin’s voice, even with as softly as he said it. His eyes flicked over in our brother’s direction, but he was laid out on his back, arms behind his head, focused fully on the movie.
And, he didn’t move my hand, so I pressed down gently. He wasn’t in the mood, but I’d change that. Slowly, I began to rub circles against him, liking the feel of him, even with the two layers of clothes that separated my skin from his.
I heard the sharp hiss of his breath and looked up at him, trying not to moan at the sight of him, his eyes still steady on the screen, his teeth clamped down on his lip as he tried to not let any sounds leak out of him. It was so sexy. If Joe wasn’t in the room, I would have tried, just because of that, to elicit as many moans and groans and whimpers out of him as I could.
But, I knew that wouldn’t be very smart, not because Joe didn’t know what was going on between us, but because he’d be pissed at us for fooling around while he was in the room. This thought, however, didn’t dissuade me from tugging his pants down just enough in the front for me to get my hand into his boxers, caressing his balls gently before taking him in my hand. I leaned up toward his ear, close enough to whisper, “Should I?”
His head turned, enough to kiss me gently, moaning only loudly enough for me to hear as I squeezed his cock; it hadn’t taken me long at all to turn him on. “If you don’t, I might die.” His voice was thick with lust.
That was all it took; I started pumping, slowly, pushing myself up against his side, already hard. “I need you to touch me too.” I said quietly, my mouth still right near his ear.
He nodded once, head tilted back against the headboard, his eyes only half-open as he continued to try to watch the movie. Even in the semi-darkness, I could tell his face was flushed. His hand snuck down the back of my pants, spreading my cheeks, one finger pushing against my entrance.
I didn’t bother to brace myself against the pain; I knew exactly what it would feel like, and I pressed back against him, leaning my head against his shoulder, expelling a quick breath of air when he was fully inside. “Another. Now.” I breathed, shooting a look across Kevin’s chest at Joe, who was still focused on the film. He apparently liked it more than he thought he would. I couldn’t even pay attention.
Kevin did as I told him, wiggling another finger in, twisting and stretching, and then he pushed in, curling them, knowing exactly where to jab in order to make me go crazy. And, sure enough, I bucked against him, my hand pausing as I gasped softly. “Oh, no, you don’t.” He growled playfully, freeing himself from his boxers (and actually pushing them, along with his pants, all the way off) so he could wrap his hand around mine, jerking up, as he pulled his fingers out, and back down as he pushed back into me.
I let go of him, batting his hand away. “I can do it.” I whined, grasping him again and stroking him in time with his fingers in me. I ground my hips against his thigh, to relieve the pressure, my mouth full of Kevin’s shirt as I tried to stay quiet.
His fingers were pumping in and out of me faster, making that lovely squelching sound, his fingertips pushing right at that spot with each thrust. My hand matched his pace. We both had our eyes closed. I was imagining his fingers were his cock, and I prayed he was imagining my hand was me, squeezing tightly around him, as he thrust into me.
“Ugh! I can’t take it anymore!”
We both froze, looking up at Joe, who had just thrown his blankets off and was stalking toward the bathroom. “I hate this movie. It’s so fucking sappy and bipolar. I’m going to take a shower until it’s over.” He slammed the door. A moment later, we heard the water running.
I breathed a sigh of relief, wasting no time in straddling Kevin, moaning when his arm came with me, fingers still deep inside of me. I ground my hips into his, even as I worked on pushing his pants and mine down at the same time. “Really lucky for us that he hates romantic comedies.” My voice was husky as I lifted myself a little, kicking my pants and boxers off. My shirt, and then his followed, landing on the floor beside our bed, with a funny little whoosh. “I didn’t know if I could take it. I was about to tell you to just fuck me, with Joe in the room and everything.”
Kevin groaned, his fingers finally slipping out so both his hands could hold onto my hips. I gripped the top of the headboard, lifting myself up and impaling myself on him, letting out a long, low moan, my head thrown back, as I felt every inch of him sliding into me. “God, Nick,” His fingers tightened against my skin. “You never cease to be so tight, do you?”
I just moaned appreciatively in response, thankful that was the case, that I could still affect him like this. I grasped the headboard, hauling myself up by my arms, pulling off him, just to slide back down again, moaning.
“Yes,” he gasped. “Like that. Just like that.” His hands remained tightly gripping my waist, but he didn’t help me move; he let me set the pace as I rode him. The room was silent but for the soft murmur of the TV, the sound of our skin slapping together, our soft pants and moans.
“Oh,” I sounded so desperate, so needy, rocking against him. I changed my angle, leaning back a little, to get the tip to press right there, right where I needed it, and I gasped, shocked by how wonderful it felt. “Kevin!”
At my cry, he groaned, tugging me toward him with a hand on the back of my neck, smashing our mouths together. My hands left the headboard, slipping down to tangle in his hair, my forearms settled on his shoulders. My hips continued moving, and so did his, pushing up into me with that slow steadiness that killed me. The kiss was sweet and intense, surprisingly gentle considering our desperation for each other, and then he pushed me onto my back.
I hit the mattress hard, my head thudding against it. He braced himself over me, one hand on either side of my head, and just looked down on me, not moving, still pressed so sweetly inside me, keeping me full. I swallowed hard. My hands moved over his chest, exploring the outlines of his muscles, tracing the ridges of his ribs, memorizing things I already knew by heart. “Kevin?” I whispered, studying his face, the quiet adoration in his gaze.
He leaned down to kiss me again, just as gently as before, with just as much passion, less to do with want or need than with necessity - something he had to do, something he had to make sure I knew. My head tilted back to meet the kiss, trying to push as much warmth and sincerity into it as I could, to explain to him that I understood, and he rocked his hips insistently against me, pulling away from me, so that he was hovering over me again, staring straight down at me with that same intensity the kiss had.
“Kevin.” My moan was quiet, my fingers twisting in the sheets as I tried to match his pace, pushing back against him. It felt like our first time all over again - full of ecstasy and surprise, tenderness and love - without all the pain. My eyes slipped shut, my teeth tearing at my lip, chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath and couldn’t because he was sucking it right out of me.
“Look at me, Nick.”
It was the first thing he’d said in a long time, and I did, prying my eyes open, seeing him there with the softest smile on his face, just radiating affection and desire, and I could feel my toes curling, could feel the orgasm swirling in my stomach, needing just a few more pushes to come bursting out of me.
He knew it, and slowed his pace, just a little. “Touch yourself, Nicky.” His voice was hoarse. “Show me how much you need me.”
I moaned, releasing my hands’ death grips on my sheets, my left moving up to hold onto his shoulder, my right moving down to grasp myself. I felt his muscles flex under my fingers in anticipation, and then I didn’t feel anything except my hand moving roughly over my cock, so quickly, because I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t even pause to enjoy it. I didn’t feel anything except the push of him against me, his hips slapping into me, thrusts frantic, erratic, needing to feel me, and I grasped at his hair, pulling him down for our mouths to meet again, trapping my dick and my still-moving hand between our writhing bodies.
His right hand moved to my hip, holding on to me, his mouth slanting over mine as he deepened the kiss, his tongue meeting mine in my mouth, and he groaned, low, in the back of his throat, some unintelligible something he was trying to say.
Whatever it was, I understood it, even without being able to tell myself what it was. I broke the kiss with a wail, arching my back, as I came, coating our stomachs, and he wasn’t far behind, spilling inside me, choking out a “Nicky.”
We lay there like that for a few minutes, panting, holding each other. Kevin didn’t pull out of me, but remained there with our bodies linked that way, his fingers tenderly brushing damp tendrils of hair off my face, his lips smoothing sweet kisses across my cheeks and neck and lips. “I love you.” He whispered.
I smiled. I couldn’t believe how a quick fuck had become love-making, but leave it to Kevin to figure out a way to make it happen. My fingertips lighted on his cheekbones, and I drew him to me again, kissing him softly. “I love you too.”
There was a sharp rap at the bathroom door that made us both jump, then look guiltily at each other. We hadn’t really bothered to try to be quiet. “You guys done yet?” came Joe’s muffled call, irritation apparent in his voice. “I swear; I washed my hair three times. That’s way more attention than it needs.”
Kevin laughed, and my heart bubbled happily at the sound. “Hold on a sec, Joe.” He slipped out of me and down to the floor to pick up our clothes. Instead of putting them on though, he pulled me to my feet, and dragged our blanket off the bed, wrapping it around both of us. I snuggled against his warm, naked body inside it, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, and he led me toward the bathroom, clearly to usurp it from Joe for our own shower.
He opened the door, making a face at us. “Geez, if you guys wanted some alone time, you should’ve just said something, instead of feeling each other up under the blankets.” He rolled his eyes, but a hint of a smile played at his lips as he shooed us toward the bathroom. “Go shower; I’m totally starting Ace Ventura while you do.”
I, across the hotel room on my own bed, curled up around Kevin, rubbing my cheek against his shoulder. “I like them.” I said simply. “Besides, this one’s funny; you’ll like it.”
“This movie is not funny!” Joe protested, punching his pillow lightly, trying to make it more comfortable. “This movie is a sad testament to the fact that love never lasts. A rare miss for Jim Carrey.”
“What do you know? You like Ace Ventura and we all know that movie isn’t funny.” Kevin shot back, his right arm around me, holding me close, even as he reached up with his left to flip the switch on the light beside the bed, submerging the room in darkness, the only remaining light the soft blue shifting over us from the TV.
Getting to choose the movie had been our compromise with Joe, so really his whining was for show. We hadn’t originally planned this one night off between shows as a movie night, but Joe got lonely easily, and we loved him to death. So, we forewent our plans for spending the evening eating gourmet food (courtesy of room service) and making love to spend time with our needy brother. In return, because he knew he’d ruined our plans, he allowed us to put in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind as our first movie.
Even as late as twenty minutes into the movie, I was still sulking, because I’d had high hopes for tonight, and Kevin had basically pleaded with me to not make him say no to Joe. I had no doubt that it would have been perfect, because Kevin was truly the romantic, and I was sure he had something sweet and sexy up his sleeve for me. Apparently, I was going to have to wait until another night to find out what that something was.
But, as far as I was concerned, just because we didn’t have the night to ourselves, there was nothing stopping us from still enjoying each other’s company. It was with this in mind that I allowed my hand to creep over into Kevin’s lap, eyes remaining focused on the screen.
“Nick …” There was a distinct warning in Kevin’s voice, even with as softly as he said it. His eyes flicked over in our brother’s direction, but he was laid out on his back, arms behind his head, focused fully on the movie.
And, he didn’t move my hand, so I pressed down gently. He wasn’t in the mood, but I’d change that. Slowly, I began to rub circles against him, liking the feel of him, even with the two layers of clothes that separated my skin from his.
I heard the sharp hiss of his breath and looked up at him, trying not to moan at the sight of him, his eyes still steady on the screen, his teeth clamped down on his lip as he tried to not let any sounds leak out of him. It was so sexy. If Joe wasn’t in the room, I would have tried, just because of that, to elicit as many moans and groans and whimpers out of him as I could.
But, I knew that wouldn’t be very smart, not because Joe didn’t know what was going on between us, but because he’d be pissed at us for fooling around while he was in the room. This thought, however, didn’t dissuade me from tugging his pants down just enough in the front for me to get my hand into his boxers, caressing his balls gently before taking him in my hand. I leaned up toward his ear, close enough to whisper, “Should I?”
His head turned, enough to kiss me gently, moaning only loudly enough for me to hear as I squeezed his cock; it hadn’t taken me long at all to turn him on. “If you don’t, I might die.” His voice was thick with lust.
That was all it took; I started pumping, slowly, pushing myself up against his side, already hard. “I need you to touch me too.” I said quietly, my mouth still right near his ear.
He nodded once, head tilted back against the headboard, his eyes only half-open as he continued to try to watch the movie. Even in the semi-darkness, I could tell his face was flushed. His hand snuck down the back of my pants, spreading my cheeks, one finger pushing against my entrance.
I didn’t bother to brace myself against the pain; I knew exactly what it would feel like, and I pressed back against him, leaning my head against his shoulder, expelling a quick breath of air when he was fully inside. “Another. Now.” I breathed, shooting a look across Kevin’s chest at Joe, who was still focused on the film. He apparently liked it more than he thought he would. I couldn’t even pay attention.
Kevin did as I told him, wiggling another finger in, twisting and stretching, and then he pushed in, curling them, knowing exactly where to jab in order to make me go crazy. And, sure enough, I bucked against him, my hand pausing as I gasped softly. “Oh, no, you don’t.” He growled playfully, freeing himself from his boxers (and actually pushing them, along with his pants, all the way off) so he could wrap his hand around mine, jerking up, as he pulled his fingers out, and back down as he pushed back into me.
I let go of him, batting his hand away. “I can do it.” I whined, grasping him again and stroking him in time with his fingers in me. I ground my hips against his thigh, to relieve the pressure, my mouth full of Kevin’s shirt as I tried to stay quiet.
His fingers were pumping in and out of me faster, making that lovely squelching sound, his fingertips pushing right at that spot with each thrust. My hand matched his pace. We both had our eyes closed. I was imagining his fingers were his cock, and I prayed he was imagining my hand was me, squeezing tightly around him, as he thrust into me.
“Ugh! I can’t take it anymore!”
We both froze, looking up at Joe, who had just thrown his blankets off and was stalking toward the bathroom. “I hate this movie. It’s so fucking sappy and bipolar. I’m going to take a shower until it’s over.” He slammed the door. A moment later, we heard the water running.
I breathed a sigh of relief, wasting no time in straddling Kevin, moaning when his arm came with me, fingers still deep inside of me. I ground my hips into his, even as I worked on pushing his pants and mine down at the same time. “Really lucky for us that he hates romantic comedies.” My voice was husky as I lifted myself a little, kicking my pants and boxers off. My shirt, and then his followed, landing on the floor beside our bed, with a funny little whoosh. “I didn’t know if I could take it. I was about to tell you to just fuck me, with Joe in the room and everything.”
Kevin groaned, his fingers finally slipping out so both his hands could hold onto my hips. I gripped the top of the headboard, lifting myself up and impaling myself on him, letting out a long, low moan, my head thrown back, as I felt every inch of him sliding into me. “God, Nick,” His fingers tightened against my skin. “You never cease to be so tight, do you?”
I just moaned appreciatively in response, thankful that was the case, that I could still affect him like this. I grasped the headboard, hauling myself up by my arms, pulling off him, just to slide back down again, moaning.
“Yes,” he gasped. “Like that. Just like that.” His hands remained tightly gripping my waist, but he didn’t help me move; he let me set the pace as I rode him. The room was silent but for the soft murmur of the TV, the sound of our skin slapping together, our soft pants and moans.
“Oh,” I sounded so desperate, so needy, rocking against him. I changed my angle, leaning back a little, to get the tip to press right there, right where I needed it, and I gasped, shocked by how wonderful it felt. “Kevin!”
At my cry, he groaned, tugging me toward him with a hand on the back of my neck, smashing our mouths together. My hands left the headboard, slipping down to tangle in his hair, my forearms settled on his shoulders. My hips continued moving, and so did his, pushing up into me with that slow steadiness that killed me. The kiss was sweet and intense, surprisingly gentle considering our desperation for each other, and then he pushed me onto my back.
I hit the mattress hard, my head thudding against it. He braced himself over me, one hand on either side of my head, and just looked down on me, not moving, still pressed so sweetly inside me, keeping me full. I swallowed hard. My hands moved over his chest, exploring the outlines of his muscles, tracing the ridges of his ribs, memorizing things I already knew by heart. “Kevin?” I whispered, studying his face, the quiet adoration in his gaze.
He leaned down to kiss me again, just as gently as before, with just as much passion, less to do with want or need than with necessity - something he had to do, something he had to make sure I knew. My head tilted back to meet the kiss, trying to push as much warmth and sincerity into it as I could, to explain to him that I understood, and he rocked his hips insistently against me, pulling away from me, so that he was hovering over me again, staring straight down at me with that same intensity the kiss had.
“Kevin.” My moan was quiet, my fingers twisting in the sheets as I tried to match his pace, pushing back against him. It felt like our first time all over again - full of ecstasy and surprise, tenderness and love - without all the pain. My eyes slipped shut, my teeth tearing at my lip, chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath and couldn’t because he was sucking it right out of me.
“Look at me, Nick.”
It was the first thing he’d said in a long time, and I did, prying my eyes open, seeing him there with the softest smile on his face, just radiating affection and desire, and I could feel my toes curling, could feel the orgasm swirling in my stomach, needing just a few more pushes to come bursting out of me.
He knew it, and slowed his pace, just a little. “Touch yourself, Nicky.” His voice was hoarse. “Show me how much you need me.”
I moaned, releasing my hands’ death grips on my sheets, my left moving up to hold onto his shoulder, my right moving down to grasp myself. I felt his muscles flex under my fingers in anticipation, and then I didn’t feel anything except my hand moving roughly over my cock, so quickly, because I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t even pause to enjoy it. I didn’t feel anything except the push of him against me, his hips slapping into me, thrusts frantic, erratic, needing to feel me, and I grasped at his hair, pulling him down for our mouths to meet again, trapping my dick and my still-moving hand between our writhing bodies.
His right hand moved to my hip, holding on to me, his mouth slanting over mine as he deepened the kiss, his tongue meeting mine in my mouth, and he groaned, low, in the back of his throat, some unintelligible something he was trying to say.
Whatever it was, I understood it, even without being able to tell myself what it was. I broke the kiss with a wail, arching my back, as I came, coating our stomachs, and he wasn’t far behind, spilling inside me, choking out a “Nicky.”
We lay there like that for a few minutes, panting, holding each other. Kevin didn’t pull out of me, but remained there with our bodies linked that way, his fingers tenderly brushing damp tendrils of hair off my face, his lips smoothing sweet kisses across my cheeks and neck and lips. “I love you.” He whispered.
I smiled. I couldn’t believe how a quick fuck had become love-making, but leave it to Kevin to figure out a way to make it happen. My fingertips lighted on his cheekbones, and I drew him to me again, kissing him softly. “I love you too.”
There was a sharp rap at the bathroom door that made us both jump, then look guiltily at each other. We hadn’t really bothered to try to be quiet. “You guys done yet?” came Joe’s muffled call, irritation apparent in his voice. “I swear; I washed my hair three times. That’s way more attention than it needs.”
Kevin laughed, and my heart bubbled happily at the sound. “Hold on a sec, Joe.” He slipped out of me and down to the floor to pick up our clothes. Instead of putting them on though, he pulled me to my feet, and dragged our blanket off the bed, wrapping it around both of us. I snuggled against his warm, naked body inside it, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, and he led me toward the bathroom, clearly to usurp it from Joe for our own shower.
He opened the door, making a face at us. “Geez, if you guys wanted some alone time, you should’ve just said something, instead of feeling each other up under the blankets.” He rolled his eyes, but a hint of a smile played at his lips as he shooed us toward the bathroom. “Go shower; I’m totally starting Ace Ventura while you do.”