The Treadaway Twins
DISCLAIMER: This work is a piece of fiction. I do not know Harry or Luke Treadaway, or any oof the other celebrities mentioned in this story, and do not have any knowledge of their sexual preferences or practices. The actions depicted in this story do not in any way mean that the characters are gay or bisexual in real life.
CONTACT ME: If you enjoy this story, feel free to contact me at davgra84@gmail.com.
Chapter One
Luke woke up to the sound of sirens, far below the 17th floor. His eyes adjusted to the darkness - not real darkness, because in London, or any big city for that matter, there never is real darkness. Even on the 17th floor, the bright lights of the modern city are inescapable.
The automatic blinds were not fully closed, and Luke could see the reflected flashing of emergency lights playfully dancing into the room. He stretched, rolling from his side onto his back, and reached down under the bed sheets with his left hand to push his stiff cock away from him, so that it stood proudly upwards, tenting the sheets. Slowly, gently, he wrapped his thin fingers around the top half of his cock, and slid his fist downwards, pulling back his foreskin and pushing upwards to press the purpling head against the soft cotton. His hand rested at the base of his cock, squeezing gently, and then harder.
Luke looked to his left, where Harry lay deeply asleep, the sheets pushed down to his waist. Luke pulled the sheets across with his right hand, uncovering Harry completely, and pushed them off the side of the bed. Harry lay on his back, breathing gently, calmly, rhythmically. His soft cock lay heavily on top of his balls, pointing down the bed toward the window, the flashing lights, and the increasingly loud sirens. Luke took his left hand away from his cock, which fell back towards him, the glistening head pointing up towards his face, or somewhere higher, behind Luke. His left hand, as if with a mind of its own, gently drifted across and fell on Harry's right thigh.
Harry's cock twitched, almost imperceptibly. As Luke gently stroked the fine, invisible hairs on Harry's leg, Harry's cock began slowly, gradually to fill out. First, it grew downwards, as if it might just grow and grow along the line of his leg. Then, with slow, jerky movements, it began to lift up and simultaneously swing round toward Luke. Finally, with a graceful flourish, Harry's cock grew to its full length, pointing straight up his body, mirroring Luke's. Luke reached across to it with his left hand, took the head of it in his fist, and slowly slid down the shaft, exposing the head to the cool air. As Luke's hand reached the base of Harry's cock, Harry's left hand joined it. Luke looked to his left to see Harry looking at him. "Morning sexy", said Luke, and leant across to kiss his brother.
"What's with the sirens?" Harry asked, sitting up and stretching his arms into the air.
"London's burning I reckon, does it matter, I need you to wank me off or something," Luke replied, rolling onto his left hand side so this erection pressed into Harry's thigh.
"You always need wanking off, you horny fucker." Harry swung his legs out of bed and stood up, stretching again, and walked to the full-length windows to look down on the city below. "Fuck, there's a massive fire in that row of shops, come look."
Harry jumped from the bed and walked round to stand behind his brother, wrapping his arms around him and looking over his shoulder. His cock stood upright between Luke's ass cheeks, leaking precum onto the small of his back.
"Shit, that looks pretty crazy." As he spoke, Harry gently moved their two bodies forwards, until Luke's face was almost right up against the glass, and the head of his cock was knocking against it with occasional throbs. "Come back to bed Luke, or I'll fuck you up against the glass for everyone to see".
Luke pushed his ass back into Harry's cock. "Whatever happened to my power-bottom brother?"
Harry laughed and walked back to the bed, lying on his back in the middle, his legs spread, his cock gently bobbing up and won on his flat belly. "He's still here whenever you want him. I just learned to be flexible I guess."
Luke had turned to stand with his back to the window, watching his brother on the bed. "Andrew got tired of doing all the hard work, huh?"
They both laughed. "Andrew turned out to secretly be a bit of a bottom slut," Harry said, putting his hands behind his head and lifting his feet into the air slightly. "But Spiderman isn't here right now, so I guess I can go back to being the slutty bottom, and you can take your rightful place."
Luke slowly walked to the bed, kneeled on it between Harry's legs. He took an ankle in each hand. "I'm going to miss this," he said, as he gently lifted Harry's legs into the air, widening the spread, and pushed them back towards Harry's head. Harry reached forwards and grabbed a leg with each hand, and pulled them further back.
"You're only going away for a month. Besides, you'll get plenty. Andrew will be in New York for a week before you head to LA. I'll tell him to keep you amused. Now are you going to suck my cock, eat me out, or fuck me stupid?"
Luke looked into his brothers eyes. "I love multiple choice sex." They both laughed, as Luke lowered his head towards Harry's waiting hole.
Harry lay on his back, breathing heavily, his head dangling off the foot of the bed. He reached a hand up to his face, scooped some cum from his chin, and licked it off his fingers.
"Yours or mine," asked Luke as he walked back into the room with a towel.
"I dunno." Harry reached for some more. "It doesn't taste as sweet as mine, so it must be yours".
Luke was using the towel to wipe down the window. The sun was beginning to rise, and dark smoke was rising from the dampened fire in the shops below, creating a dirty pink sky.
"I can't believe you came onto the window. It's like, 6 feet from the bed".
Harry rolled over to admire his work, and Luke's naked cleanup operation. "Well, you must've hit the spot. How long until you have to leave?"
"The car's picking me up in twenty minutes." Luke threw the dirty towel into a washing basket, and sat on the edge of the bed. He ran his fingers through Harry's hair. "Gives me time for a shower if I'm quick."
"Why am I not coming with you again?"
"Because you have a show to perform in for the next four nights, and a rampantly horny boyfriend arriving back from New York in a week to keep that hungry ass of yours satisfied." Luke reached down to Harry's ass and squeezed them gently
"Yeah, but my other boyfriend is going away for a month to shag his way around the States!"
"Yeah, two boyfriends, it must be quite a struggle, fucktard." They laughed, and Luke stood up. "I'm heading to the shower. You can come join me and blow me goodbye if you want?"
Harry climbed from the bed, his cock beginning to grow again. "By the way, you know you're boyfriend number two, right?"
Luke pushed Harry back onto the bed playfully, and headed off into the bathroom. "Don't kid yourself, cocksucker."
Luke looked up again at the departure board in the first class lounge - boarding was still delayed. He stood up, stretched his arms behind him, and then walked across the room to the toilets. He had been drinking lots of water to stay hydrated for the flight, but that was having an effect on his bladder. He stood at the urinal, took out his cock, and started to piss. He heard someone else coming in, and peripherally saw a guy standing at the next urinal along. Luke looked across to see if there was anything worth seeing, but whoever it was was holding their cock in their right hand, concealing any sort of view.
Luke's eyes moved upwards, and he was surprised to see that the other guy was staring straight back at him.
"Are you famous or something?" the guy asked.
"I've been in films. Attack the Block?"
"Shit, yeah, that's you. Well, I'm glad you're not just a fanboy, it means you can help me with this."
The guy moved his hand away to reveal a semi-erect cock, sticking straight forward into the urinal.
Luke smiled, and revealed his now hardening cock. "You're Harry Styles right? From that boyband?"
"So they say. Wanna take this into a cubicle?" Harry pushed his stiff cock back into his trousers and walked across to the disabled cubicle. Luke followed, and closed the cubicle door behind them, making sure to lock the door.
"How long until your flight?" Harry asked, as he pulled his t-shirt over his head.
"No idea," Luke replied, closing the gap between them, and kissing Harry's neck. He slowly worked his way down from Harry's left ear to his shoulder, and then round to the front of his neck, before finally moving back upwards and kissing him properly on the lips. They broke away for air. "Yours?"
"I'm supposed to boarding now." Harry pushed Luke to his knees, and pushed down his trousers in one movement. His hard cock sprung up into Luke's face.
"Better make this a quick one then," said Luke, and took Harry's thick cock wholly into his mouth in one go.
"Fuck yes, you fucking star!" Harry grabbed hold of Luke's hair and started thrusting his cock in and out of his mouth. "Now that is how to suck cock!"
Luke reached down and pushed his jeans down, his cock dripping with pre-cum. He started wanking hard, first with just one hand, and then as Harry started to fuck his mouth faster, with both hands, still not quite enough to hide his cock from Harry's view.
"Fuck mate, you've got a massive cock."
Luke pulled away from Harry's cock, pre-cum dribbling down onto his chin, and looked up. "If we had more time I'd have you bouncing up and down on it" Luke stood up and they stood face to face, their tongues hungrily exploring each others mouths, Luke stroking Harry's cock and Harry returning the favour. Harry pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily. "I really need to cum."
Luke pushed Harry's hand away from his own cock, and took both of their cocks together into his hand - Harry didn't measure up too badly in comparison. Harry looked down as Luke skillfully held their cocks together, pulsing against each other, and stroked the two shafts with both hands wrapped around them.
"Fuck, yes, I'm gonna cum," Harry grunted, as his body tensed up, his balls tightened beneath his cock, and he began to shoot a small fountain of thick, creamy cum. Luke grunted in appreciation and then, without further warning, launched a huge wad of cum which flew up between their faces and seemed to hang in the air, before dropping back down and landing on Harry's chest. The remaining shots were less spectacular, and dribbled onto Lukes hands and down to the floor below.
"Wow, nice show," said Harry between deep breaths. They shared one last kiss, and then began to clean up.
"So much for you just being into older women" joked Luke as he fastened his jeans. Harry pulled his t-shirt over his head and down over his lean body.
"Can't get enough of them. Can't get enough cock either. Glad you could help me out."
"No worries. Ironic though, I've always been more of a Liam man myself."
Harry punched Luke playfully. "Cheeky. You'd be lucky to get anything more than a handjob out of Liam, but he has his moments."
"What about all that Stylinson crap - is that true?" Luke unlocked the cubicle door, and they walked across to the mirrors to tidy up.
"Louis wouldn't touch another guys cock if his life depended on it, he's the straightest guy I know." Harry tousled his hair, and found a rogue bit of Luke's cum on his cheek. "All those fanfic writers and crazy conspiracy theorists are barking up the wrong tree."
"Yeah, well, just wait until I write up this little encounter and post it on the net," Luke joked, as they walked out of the toilets and back into the lounge. An announcement for late passengers was playing from the tannoy.
"I guess that's me," said Harry, "thanks for helping out a horny boy in need, I owe you one."
"I'll hold you to that," Luke replied, patting Harry on the back, and then moving in for a quick matey hug.
Luke watched as Harry walked across the room to a group of guys sat in the corner. Luke couldn't make them out, as they were all facing away from him, but he had a pretty good idea who they were.
Luke emerged into the arrivals lounge, and scanned the waiting faces. He spotted the familiar face near the end of the line of chauffeurs and taxi drivers. He was wearing his collar up, and a cap low down in a lame attempt at anonymity. That said, no-one else seemed to have noticed him. In his hands he held a white board which read "Mrs Treadaway".
Luke walked up to him, grinning, and they shared a warm hug. "Am I fucking happy to see you Spiderman," Luke said, taking the opportunity for a cheeky ass squeeze. They separated.
"I prefer Mr. Garfield actually," Andrew replied, and they laughed, before heading out to find the car.
End of Chapter One
CONTACT ME: If you enjoy this story, feel free to contact me at davgra84@gmail.com.