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Ryan had hated Ali since before he'd even met him, from the first time he'd heard of him. Back then, Ali was "Alex," his mum's 'real' son from a switched-at-birth scenario you only got on soap operas. Ryan had blamed Ali for everything that had gone wrong in his life since - every course he'd failed, every job he'd never shown up for, every bad trip he'd taken, every lie he'd told, every heart he'd broken.
When Ryan had come back to Weatherfield, the last thing he'd wanted to see was "Alex," now with a new, twatty nickname and a smug, twatty face. He even had the stubble some blokes paint on to try to make you think they're big men.
Suddenly Ryan didn't mind the stubble, the way it scraped his neck, the way it made him feel small shocks. Almost as shocked as Ali had been when Ryan had yanked him into the shower by his boring tie. Stuck to the drain now, along with the white shirt he wore every day - or did before Ryan tore off the buttons with a quick tear.
Ryan's jaw dropped at the array of tattoos covering Ali's well-developed chest.
"Thought you were so perfect..." he half-laughed, half-leered.
Ali growled, any rivalry between the 'brothers' now forgotten, time and energy spent stripping Ali to the bone. "I hate you," a now-naked Ali grunted, teeth latched to Ryan's smooth, pale neck, as he saw that Ryan had thrown his slacks and boxers into the toilet. He was lucky he'd left his mobile and wallet on the table outside.
"Didja a favor," Ryan grinned, groping for Ali's length with a soap-slick hand. He smiled through the pain when Ali grabbed his own fat cock and baggy ballsac, twisting them hard. "Kinky. Wanna give me a spanking?"
"Shut up," was Ali's only response before slamming Ryan against the wall for a hard kiss. Ryan opened his mouth at the same time as he opened his legs, greedily seeking out Ali's tongue while straddling his waist.
Ali tried not to react to the nails scraping the back of his neck or the fat cock now pressed flat against his hairy navel. He didn't want to let Ryan see that he was having an effect, even as the girth currently ramrod straight against Ryan's chunky cheeks made his real feelings more than clear.
The kiss deepened, the nails at Ali's back slowly turning to caresses, the cool water slowing them down, even as their cocks barely budged from full hardness due to friction and lust.
"Fuck me," Ryan whimpered when their mouths broke apart for air. He kissed the bridge of Ali's nose, licked his beard, suddenly exposing his vulnerability as much as his naked body.
Ali seethed, hating Ryan for this begging, because he knew if he gave Ryan what he wanted - and it was what Ali wanted too, finding his way deep inside that spoiled brat, making him his own, marking him, breeding him - he'd never be able to go back. Ryan would always remind him, always tell him they were just the same, no matter how much Ali did for their mum, no matter how much Ryan took from her.
Instead of giving into Ryan's wishes, and his own, he shut the water off, shutting up the whining from his not-brother with another hungry kiss, holding him tight with one arm as the other found a towel and threw it on the slippery floor.
Ryan's protests soon turned to more moans as Ali tweaked his nipples, perfeclty trimmed and clean nails scraping the small nubs. Ryan pinched Ali's fleshier, sensitive nubs, laughing at the small yelps he got in response. His laughs faded as Ali licked a path up his shaft, tongue finally coming to rest around and inside his foreskin...along with sharp nips of teeth.
Ryan's head lolled against the tiles, strands of wet hair falling in his mouth as he thrust his hips. His bell end was no match for Ali's warm, wet mouth, or the way Ali stared at him, serious and dark, like Ryan was going to take his medicine - or give his medicine - whether he liked it or not.
"G-gonna..."
Before he could finish, another twist of his sac brought him back down to blue-balled earth.
"Y-You've done this before," he said, disappointed he wouldn't be able to get credit for turning his 'brother.'
"And they said you were a moron...wait, that's what I said," Ali smirked, wringing a surprised grunt out of Ryan when he put Ryan's beefy thighs on his shoulders and slapped his exposed taint.
Ryan had a smart comment back, like he always did, but his mouth only managed to pucker along with his hole, the hole stiff, pure Ali was now clearly licking his lips at the sight of. Ryan managed to untangle from Ali enough to lay on his belly, peachy arse perked in the air for inspection.
"Your tongue..." Ryan said, not wanting to beg.
"Yes, I have a tongue," Ali said. Ryan could feel his smirk just as much as he could hear him fisting his pre-cummed cock.
"I-I..."
Ali chuckled, low and dirty.
"Tell me."
Ryan couldn't.
"Tell me," Ali growled, low enough to make Ryan's tummy rumble and his shaft to paint the floor with another spurt.
Ryan sighed.
"Eat my...eat me..." he managed, hating himself as he reached back to spread his cheeks like the whore he'd become.
Ali's eyes widened at the sight of the other man's hole, puckering in the cool air, surrounded by thick brown hair.
He wanted to clean Ryan from inside out, knowing Ryan was so dirty and lost. He let a trail of spit slide down his chin, dropping into Ryan's waiting entrance. Ryan made what sounded like a demanding purr, wiggling his bottom in need of more.
Ali slowed down the fast strokes to his manhood, Ryan's yearning being almost too much. He wanted to make Ryan keep beging, but he hadn't fucked anyone in months, and right now it felt like years.
He settled for a sharp smack to Ryan's juicy arse, smiling in what was almost fondness when Ryan cried out in pleasured pain and twerked for more. Ali obliged, turning his attention to the other cheek, then the first, then back to the other, fascinated by the sound and sight of Ryan's hardon thwapping against his stomach with each smack.
When hands and bum were close to burning, he ran soothing palms over the hot flesh, the whimper of his new lover the only response he needed or wanted.
Seeing Ryan's rosebud continuing to beg for his attention, Ali dove into the meal waiting for him. Ali lapped at the delicacy greedily, not bothering with foreplay or patience. The singe of his beard made Ryan gasp and tremble, his frequent wank routines the only reason he hadn't blown his load all over himself by now. Ryan pushed his face deeper, as deep as possible, needing Ali to heal him the way he deserved. With tongue, and soon, cock.
Ali reluctantly pulled back, gasping breaths as he ran his whiskers up and down the folds he'd just pillaged, finding more octaves of Ryan's sighs and profanity-laced ecstasy.
Before he could move, Ryan, with a tremoring hand, grabbed him by the base of his aching flesh, guiding him into the final destination.
"Always get what you want," Ali rasped, shoving into Ryan all the way, knowing Ryan was enough of a slag to take it, knowing Ryan wanted it just this way. The way Ryan clenched around him was all the answer he needed.
He pushed Ryan down onto the tiles full bodied, stretched out, motionless and silent beyond the slick pop of his greedy hole losing and gaining mass in time with Ali's determined thrusts. Ali was completely on top of Ryan now, whispering filth into his ear, biting his shoulder. Dominating him in the quietly frenzied way they both knew would be their relationship from now on, whether in the bedroom, in Ali's examining room, or on top of the breakfast table.
Ryan began to move now, pushing back, raising his hips up enough to wrap Ali's soft palm around his turgid length. They both knew it would be over soon.
"In me...in me..." Ryan whispered, punctuating each word with another clamping onto Ali's deeply buried dick.
Ali rolled his eyes in time with lolling his head, transfixed by the overhead lights, leaving his own body with each increasingly final jab.
Ryan really did always get what he wanted, Ali managed to think, the last thought he had before the screen went black, nothing left but the rip-roaring sensation that his entire body was pouring from his ejaculating penis, one pent-up load after another filling and soon leaking from the well-fucked crevice. He barely registered the sticky warmth running down Ryan's hairy thighs, binding their sweaty bodies together. He barely managed to collapse on top of his 'brother,' or to remember that he'd coaxed him to his own epic series of lost loads. Only the cum Ryan lazily circled with his fat fingers and licked off reminded him. When he offered Ali a few fingerfuls, Ali surprised himself by taking a taste, suckling before a vague sense of shame ended the moment.
Shame was the one thing Ryan wasn't feeling - never had, never would. Instead he gingerly removed himself from Ali, turning over so that they were facing each other. He scooped up a handful of the Connor cum seeping from his bruised hole, licking his palm in depraved gratitude.
"I'll pass," Ali sneered before Ryan could offer him another handful. To his surprise, Ali instead grabbed his wrist, shoving three of Ali's long, thin fingers inside him and soon yanking him forward to taste the digits.
Ali and Ryan were chest-to-chest now, and just as Ryan, the cocky fucker, knew, no amount of pride or self-righteousness could stop Ali from kissing the completely exhausted, completely exhausted vision before him. Tired kisses, but needy, sloppy, panting and greedy trading of tongues, Ali's spit in Ryan's mouth, Ryan savoring the roughness as he put one hand on the back of Ali's neck, the other at his throat.
"New start, mate," Ryan grinned as he ran his wet thumb over Ali's adam's apple.
"This...changes nothing," Ali lied, to himself and to Ryan. He felt a pang of regret when Ryan looked hurt, and found himself leaning forward for another kiss. Softer now. Forgiving. Who was being forgiven, he didn't know.
"We can have so much fun. Both like girls...both like boys," Ryan lazily drawled in Ali's ear, in-between tongue baths. Ali chuckled as Ryan squeezed his tight, hairy arse just to make the point of their mutual love for lads true. "Seen ya down your share of points...and I bet you always write out your own prescriptions..."
Ali grunted a negative, tugging at Ryan's shaggy hair to make it clear. Ryan bared his teeth, half-grinning, half-glaring as his head thumped against the cold tile.
"I'm NOT your dealer."
Ryan shrugged, as best he could.
"Fine."
The grin got wider, smugger.
"For now."
Ali yanked his hair harder.
"Fuck you."
The tension turned into another bruising kiss, Ryan starting it, welcoming Ali to take his anger out on Ryan's lower lip, both men licking the slight taste of blood as the line between passion and anger blurred further.
They both knew where this was going, judging by the revived shafts filling Ryan's hot hand, but round two was interrupted by the sound of keys in the door.
Ali looked for his clothes before a grim and panicked look around reminded him that Ryan had ruined them all, unless he wanted to greet his mum or Robert wearing shoes and a smile.
"Idiot!" Ali shouted at Ryan, who barely had time to huff that it wasn't his fault before Ali raced out.
Hoping Ryan had enough sense in his tiny brain to stay where he was, Ali quickly found the trunks Ryan had left on the living room floor.
He'd never worn anything but basic white boxers, and he'd never worn any other man's pants, yet here he was...and even as he heard the keys in the door, he stopped to sniff the cherry-red underwear, keenly aware from the deep whiff that Ryan had been wearing them for quite a while before they'd left his body.
Through a crack in the bathroom door, Ali saw Ryan smirking...and giving him a thumbs up as he simultaneously stroked his cock.
"Stupid cunt," Ali muttered, whether to Ryan or to himself for getting into this, he didn't know.
Seconds after he slipped on the trunks and hissed for Ryan to shut the door, the front door opened, with Robert walking in. Robert's usual pensive stare was replaced by some not all that well-hidden shock at the sight of his restrained, reserved stepson, whose idea of cutting loose was a white short-sleeved shirt and loose trackies, standing before him in nothing but skintight red pants.
"Went through all my stuff. Had to borrow Ryan's." Ali managed, hoping it didn't sound like complete bull.
Robert seemed to be too surprised to respond, and, if Ali didn't know any better, was especially focused on the half-hard club crudely stuffed into Ryan's skivvies. To his embarrassment, Ali further stiffened at the thought of his stepfather checking him out, turning as red as the trunks themselves as he tried to convince himself that Robert wouldn't notice.
"Your mum and I are going out. I need...I needed my best shirt," Robert managed amidst the tension in the room. As if he wanted to add to it even more, he yanked his black pullover and white vest off with one fast move, exposing his chiseled, tanned pecs and six-pack to Ali...and to Ryan, who was still furiously wanking while perving through the barely-open bathroom door, no matter how many times Ali mentally willed him to stop.
When Robert came back wearing the purple velvet jumper Michelle had given him as a birthday gift, Ali was sure he had felt Robert's eyes boring in on his pert bum. He squeezed his drooling cock head, hoping to stave off a full load in front of the stepfather he'd never, ever be able to look in the eye again.
Robert's eyes were the last thing he was looking at as the older, muscular man began to undo his trousers, the sound of the belt clanking in Ali's ears as if it was a judgment bell for his sleazy ways. He just couldn't stop staring...didn't begin to wonder or ask why Robert was changing from his jeans to his slacks in front of Ali. The tree trunk thighs and smooth legs captivated every last thought, the only other thought being to put his hands in front of his crotch and chew his cheeks to not react to the best and worst sight of all.
Robert's bulge, ample and full, sharply hanging to the left, visible even in black briefs.
Robert's arse, high and firm and full. Ali wanted to know if it was as tan as the rest of him. How his tongue would feel inside the tight chute. If he would break apart the way Ryan did, or if he was too strong.
"Ali...don't wait up," Robert managed, casting one last glance at Ali's hair-dusted, tattooed pecs and belly and at the package he was hiding for dear life.
Ali let a huge breath out when the door shut. Embarrassed, humiliated. And, going by the heavy leaking on his hands and the fabric of Ryan's - now his - pants, horny as hell.
As if he had a radar for when to be as big a slut as possible, Ryan promptly exited the bathroom, engorged shaft swinging as he strode toward Ali.
"Nice," Ryan said, grabbing his 'brother' and now lover's shapely backside with both big hands.
Ali brushed him off, but the rebuke was half-hearted, only bothering after Ryan had gotten a real squeeze, and groped his package for good measure.
His anger became a little more genuine when he saw Ryan go for his mobile camera. Before Ali could stop him, he snapped several shots of Ali in the underpants, front and back, angry and resigned, and, to Ali's shame (a recurring theme for the day), even more aroused at the idea of Ryan filming him.
After Ryan took a few shots of his own bubble arse, worked-over tits, and leaking, extended girth, he pulled Ali in by the waistband. Ali had no time to protest before he was pulled into another kiss, slower and sweeter.
"You're keeping these. My Christmas pressie."
Ali blushed all over again at Ryan's leering at him in the trunks, at his wandering, groping hands.
"What are you gonna give me?"
Ali bit at Ryan's jutting chin, then nibbled his way to Ryan's left earlobe.
"This."
He slipped Ryan's jutting erection inside his - their - pants, the sensations of their two raging hardons sheathed together in tight cotton making them shudder.
Ali let his head rest on Ryan's shoulder as Ryan roughly masturbated them both through the fabric.
Feeling brave, Ryan cupped Ali's bottom again, letting his middle finger run up and down the hairy crack.
Ali shook his head as Ryan started to burrow the finger into his mostly-virgin hole.
Ryan pouted, but didn't press.
"Saving that for Daddy?" he whispered between lazy kisses, smiling as a horrified Ali's cock jumped.
"How many times?" he asked, speeding up the pace of wanking. He managed to slip his loose foreskin on top of Ali's unsheathed cock for a crude docking sensation, making their knees buckle. "How many times have you looked at him? Wanked over him?"
Ali was silent, aside from the hissing and gritting of teeth at the jizz inside his balls, ready and waiting to be let loose all over again.
"I...I think about what if I break a plate...and he...he pulls down my jeans, right in the kitchen...and my pants...the pants you're cumming in right now..."
"Fuck, Ryan," Ali pleaded, shaking and so close to the end.
"He gives me a smack, like you did...then he takes off his belt...but he puts it around my throat...tells me what a dirty boy I am...is that what he says to you?"
Ali whined out a 'yes,' picturing himself in Robert's kitchen, naked and needing a firm hand. Needing...
"He says, 'You've been bad...' and...finish it for me, bro."
Near the point of passing out, tears of guilt and pure bliss filling his eyes, Ali did.
"'I'm going to punish you, like...like a good dad should.'"
Ryan kissed his forehead, licking his tears, sharing their taste.
"Cum for Daddy, Ali. Cum for Daddy."
Ali screamed silently, the muted sounds buried with his head in Ryan's chest, falling straight into Ryan's strong arms as he came. Ryan, shaking from his own release, soon joined Ali, the white heat of the flesh prison Ryan had created with their shafts oozing with thick, hot cream.
They somehow made their way into Ryan's room, still joined together, kissing and breathless, hair matted and ruined from sweat, and soon, cum-stained hands, tiredly rubbing and touching each other, leaving maps to remember each other by.
Ali only barely had time to register the horrible state Ryan's room was in - clothes and junk everywhere, and half the bed full of games and a pizza box. He was too tired to complain. And the way Ryan was looking down at him - with this openness Ali had never seen in him before - Ali never wanted to argue with him again. He didn't want to lose this soft lad kissing his sensitive spots and holding him tight.
"We're gonna have so much fun, bro..." Ryan promised, twining his hands together with Ali's, pinning him down on the bed. "It's just the start."
As Ryan pulled his - their - soaked pants down, licking them before dangling them between his teeth, an exhausted Ali laughed, and then tugged at Ryan's hair to let him know he wanted to get closer again.
While Ryan, head on Ali's stomach, began to snore, Ali, tried, not very hard, to banish thoughts of spit-roasting Ryan with Robert, thoughts of sitting on his knees with Ryan, tongues out, as Robert coated them in his life-giving seed.
Ali knew Ryan was right, for once in his life - it really was just the start.