Fayer House (NS) -- Vivid Imagination
#4 of Fayer House
_Hello again folks. For those of you who are watching me, I am trying to work on the new Complex chapter (shameless plug.) But you know, that takes a bit of work to try and do. So I figure I just needed to do something quick to help refresh the brain.
FYI: I might continue this trend. So anything given the 'NS' tag is non-sequitor. No plot relationship (for the most part) and more character layering.
Same format and copyright rules apply, so lets get to it. Oh, and yah Twincest._
"Jamie, how many time do I have to tell you this? I'm not having sex with you."
Jamison gave a soft whine as he helped his brother, the two of them maneuvering their new bunks into place. Gone were the wooden style that was prevalent in the rest of the male bunk area, since their combined weights caused severe strain and damage to the frame. And in its steed, at least for them and Lance, were alloy steel framed bunks. Nowhere as pleasing to the eye as their old bunk, but able to support their hefty, equine masses.
Jamison gave a huff once they got their bunk into place, rubbing a bit of sweat off of his forehead. "And why the hell not, Rich? We both know you like boys about as much as I do."
"But it's fucking incest!" Richard said, looking around to make sure no one overheard them. He then leaned closer to Jamison, speaking a bit softer. "And you're my brother! It's just the principle of the damn matter."
Jamison gave a soft scoff as he leaned down to pick up his mattress, tossing it onto the bottom bunk. "Hey, why not just think of it as masturbation?"
Richard gave a soft grumble as he grabbed his own mattress and tossed it onto the top bunk. "Why don't you just stop thinking about it period? You damn well know you're not going to sack me."
Jamison just shook his head before he smirked. He gripped onto the corner post of the top bunk, planting one of his hooves against the wall. With a slight grunt he kicked off the wall, simultaneously pulling himself up onto the top bunk. Once he plopped down onto the mattress he gave a innocent smirk, looking down to his twin brother. "In that case, you're getting the bottom sack. Besides, your month on top is up."
Richard gave Jamison what anyone could best describe the 'stink eye' for a moment before shaking his head, having forgotten that his month for top bunk was up. "You win this round, Jamie. Just don't get your hopes up, got it?"
"Yes, my dear brother," Jamie said with a chuckle before giving the bunk a couple of rocks. Just a faint creaking before things settled on the metal, a huge improvement over the soft cracking noises their old bunk would of made.
Richard shook his head softly before he chuckled. "Oh yeah, cause you got top bunk you can't get action on your bed. So HA!"
"Aw dammit."
Jamison gave a light huff as he woke up for the third time this night. He leaned his head back to check the small digital watch he attached to a support pole. '1:29 AM' the face silently screamed with its greenish backlight. "Maybe a shower can help me sleep," he thought to himself. He sat up slowly, pushing the covers off of his lap and down to his legs. He stretched out his arms, then slowly leaned over the edge of the bunk to check on his older brother.
Richard was silently laying there, curled up underneath his blanket and lightly clutching a rather large panda plush. Jamie never really questioned such methods, since a couple of the other males had stuffed animals. And don't even get him started with the girls' side. "Probably got that damned thing from Liz, now that I think about it," Jamie thought again before slipping himself down to the floor.
He quietly made his way to the shower room, his horseshoed hooves softly ticking as he made his way across the tiles to the open shower. He flicked the switch to turn on the overhead lights, a soft humming coming from the bulbs. Soon followed by a couple of clicks, the sounds of the on-demand water heater turning on. Jamie wasted little time in making his way over to one of the shower heads, turning the valves on to full blast.
"A nice shower all to yourself with all the hot water you could want? Being stuck here does have its perks." With that, Jamie stepped into the stream of water, giving a soft whinny to himself as he let the warmth overtake his body. He gave a soft huff as he leaned forwards against the wall, placing his hands in front of him for balance. The water shot right against his shoulders, a steady stream trickling down his back to be interrupted by his taped tail. He didn't really care, cause it was due for a reapplying anyway.
He seemed to have stood there forever before he heard a couple of clicks behind him. He didn't think about it, since the water heater always did that and since it was in the wall behind him. It was when the clicks continued that caused his suspicions to rise, his ears twitching to the sounds. That's when he remembered that Master Crux did a random dorm inspection to make sure everything was kept clean. "I'm sorry for being in here, Master," Jamie started to say, turning around just in time to have his muzzle clasped shut by a paw.
Jamie gave a muffled yelp before someone shush him, it taking a moment for the equine to realize who it was. Eyes level with his own, a lot of brown, and a quick glance upward revealed the pair of rings on the left ear. He calmed down before he lightly pushed the form off of his. "Damn it, Rich, trying to give me a heart attack?"
Richard gave a quiet chuckle to himself, a soft smirk forming on his face as he spoke quietly. "Not really. Remember that we essentially keep in the same shape. So I know what it would take to cause you to go through one of those." He smiled before he thumped one of his hefty fingers against his brother's chest. "Now what the hell you doing in here? You know Crux doesn't like us in the showers after 1AM."
Jamison just shrugged before he turned his back to Richard, letting the still hot water soak into his chest. "Couldn't sleep. Needed something to help me relax."
Richard blinked at that, scratching along his own mane. "Whatever happened to the glass of warm milk?"
Jamie gave a snicker. "Remember? Just about everyone becomes a level of lactose intolerant as we get older. Last thing I need is an upset stomach when I'm trying to sleep."
"Good point," Richard said, giving a nervous chuckle. That's when he went quiet, his eyes brushing over his brother's form. Of course, it was like looking at himself in a mirror, but it was kind of hard to get certain angles. Like looking at his own ass was kind of hard to do in a mirror. He just continued to stare, subconsciously licking his lips.
Jamie had continued to let the water soak into his fur before he started to come back from his mini daydream. Normally when his brother went quiet during a conversation, no matter how short, it meant that he was plotting something. "Hey Richard, you ok back there?"
Richard was thinking about it, and the thoughts weren't to his liking. "No, I'm not going to take my brother!" he yelled in his head. But the idea was causing him to double think about what Jamie had told him earlier. And it was causing his sheath to grow hard. "Well, maybe this once," he whispered quietly.
"Do what?" Jamie asked, turning his head to look over his shoulder. "Penny for your thoughts, Bro."
Richard couldn't take the concept anymore. He might as well do it once and just get it over with. He stepped forward, gently tapping his brother's snout before he whispered. "Here's the deal. You make anything that sounds like a moan and I'm out of here."
Jamie was obviously confused, his pierced ear giving a light twitch. "The hell you talking about?"
Richard didn't say a single word after that, taking enough of a stride backwards to put room between himself and Jamie. He then dropped himself to his knees, quickly grasping onto Jamie's waist with his hands. He stared at his brother's ass for a few moments, having to gather the nerves within himself.
Jamie gave a light gasp at feeling Richard's hands on his waist, reaching out to the wall for balance and to shut off the water flow. He did wonder to himself what was going on in his brother's head. Firstly, Jamie was trying to figure out what came over Richard, who only a few hours ago said he wouldn't do something like this.
And secondly, Jamie was wondering what his brother was plotting. "Cause I know Rich doesn't do what I think he is," he thought. He had to look over his shoulder to Richard, then couldn't stop blinking in disbelief for a few seconds. "You know Richard," he said softly. "For a second there, I thought you were going to do a rim job."
Richard couldn't help but to chuckle softly, the equine opening a small, single use packet of lube he hid in his palm. "What? I thought I told you that rimming is the one thing I would never do, despite my liking to guys. Gods, a short memory you have." Richard shook his head slowly for a moment before spreading Jamie's cheeks, spreading the small amount of lubricant the package allowed. He learned that it would probably be enough, since his brother always carried such minimal amount whenever his services were called upon.
Jamie gave a quiet shiver as the cool liquid was applied to his tailhole, the equine clenching it out of impulse. He could sense Richard moving in a finger to help spread it around, jamie reaching one of his hands back to stop his brother. "No, don't. Just go for it."
Richard stopped when his wrist was grabbed, looking up to Jamie a bit confused. "Dude, it might cause pain if I don't. I'm not exactly small, you know."
Jamie gave a soft, assuring smile to Richard before he winked to him. "I can handle Lance almost to the hilt with no lube. I think I can handle you."
Richard still wasn't sure about that statement, but he could trust Jamie with his life. To certain extents. He simple gave a nod to Jamie before he stood again, taking a moment to align his length with rather eager pucker in front of him. He had to look down to make sure things kept aligned, blushing to himself to see that he was already leaking pre. He gave a light nod to himself, placing both of his hands on Jamie's hips before he spoke. "Alright, here we go, Jamie."
Jamie gave a nod before he pressed against the wall to brace. He felt his brother's length pushing against his tailhole, Jamie trying his best to calm down. "Cause if he's like me," Jamie thought, his theory confirmed within moments. He had to hold back a gasp once Richard pushed his cock head in, then as if on cue, wasted little time in pushing the rest of his length in to the hilt.
Richard had to hold in a grunt once he hilted, also reaching one of his hands up to keep Jamie's mouth clamped shut. He remembered the ultimatum he gave to Jamie, and last thing he wanted was to have to keep to his word at this point. He held still for a few moments before he began to flex his hips, the lube and his pre slowly allowing him to gain decent tempo. "Dammit, he's so tight," Rich thought, clutching Jamie's hips a bit tighter.
"Dammit, I'm bigger than I give myself credit for," Jamie thought to himself, having to force down his normally loud grunts and moans. He was horny, was pretty sure Richard was at this point as well, and last thing Jamie wanted was for Rich to keep to his promise. He leaned harder against the wall, his hands no longer clutching himself up. One had moved to the water controls, grabbing onto the handle for balance. The other had gone down to his erect length, barely having to contact it cause of all the pressure on his prostate.
Richard felt his brother leaning forward more, giving him some much needed leverage. By instinct, he started to speed up, taking a slight step backward to allow more of his length to plow home. Rich had clamped his mouth and eyes shut, his nostrils flaring as he breathed hard. "Pretend he's someone else and you'll make it just fine," he started to think before he opened his right eye for a moment.
Richard just had to watch, even for a brief moment, the reactions that Jamison was going through. The practically mirror image of himself was there, panted loudly, soaking wet, and taking a rather sizable length like a professional. One part of Richard's brain was still trying to get past the absurdity of the situation. But that side was silenced by the feelings in his crotch.
Jamie gave a soft moan, it barely staying in his throat. He looked over his shoulder, seeing that Richard had his eyes shut and was apparently concentrating on something. But He was brought back when he felt his length starting to twitch. Jamie knew that he wasn't going to last too much longer. And he started to feel nervous about it until he felt the same twitching within his bowels. "Hehe," he giggled quietly, looking back to Rich. "We have the same tell."
Richard gave a weak chuckle, gripping and thrusting a little harder. "Yeah, I knew that already. We are twins, remember?" They each got a soft laugh out of that, but both quickly quieted themselves. Richard had to admit the low amount of lube didn't seem to matter compared to the amount of pre he was creating. But his orbs were starting to ache, knowing that he didn't have much longer. "I'm there..."
"Me too," Jamie whispered, his back arching slightly as he gave a weak groan. He stroked firmly just behind his flaring cock head, the sensations a bit much as his seed began to spurt. The stream was a bit weak at first, the last couple of shots managing to make it to his chest before dying down.
Jamie laid there for a few moments, trying to recover from the climax. "Wait a second," he thought. "Why am I lying down?" That got his head cleared somewhat quickly, the equine sitting up slowly on his bed. He gave a soft huff, adjusting his arm so that he could pull his fingers out of his ass. He grumbled lightly to himself, cursing that even his dreams denied him his lust. He shook his head for a moment before reaching under his pillow with his clean hand, grabbing onto the towel he kept just for situations like this.
Jamie started to get himself cleaned off when he felt a poking against his rear. He looked back to the watch he tied to the support post: '2:04 AM.' He gave another huff before he leaned towards the edge of the bunk so his voice would carry over. "Yeah Rich?"
"Hey," Richard said quietly from the bottom bunk, a hint of concern on his tongue. "You alright up there?"
Jamie gave a nod to himself, speaking to Rich again. "Yeah, I'm good. Just another one of those dreams of mine."
Richard gave a soft chuckle before giving an unseen nod. "Kind of glad you keep that towel now, don't you?"
"Guess so," Jamison said. "Well, gonna try and sleep again." He gave a silent two-count before he spoke again, both of them whispered 'Night, bro' to each other. Jamie then leaned back against the bed, tossing the towel into a heap onto the floor for the laundry. He then started to stare at the ceiling, wondering to himself just how long his heads would continue to tease his one true desire. "Hell, I'd settle for a 69," he whispered to himself.