theboyjason

[theboyjason]

There was this desire and need to take control of the man. Something was usually very confident in, but there was this pressure to be the best. Jason wanted to prove to the man he was capable of being this way. He was. He had been in this mindset many times with countless others, but it felt like a surge of desire he’d never felt. After a deep breath he found that a mixture was his chosen poison tonight. It seemed to have such an effect on the older man. God, he just wanted to worship and claim all at once. 

No other boy had ever gotten the title of masterpiece before. Sure, they were all hot in varying ways, but none of them could compete with Alistair. Not a one. That wicked grin stayed on his lips as he licked them after that breathy gasp. It wasn’t long after the last strike to his cheeks that the man moved into his demanded position. Of course, his older brother had to be cheeky about it. A small chuckle escaped him as he was pulled onto the man by his belt buckle. 

Before he could speak a word or make a sound, his lips were caught into a kiss. His hands gripping onto the other’s body as he fell into the kiss. The feeling of that leg trapping him in his spot had him groaning into the deep kiss. One of his hands slid down the nude one’s form. Touching and feeling every inch as he blushed into the kiss. Just as it ended, he gasped softly as he smiled as their eyes opened and met once more. “Gladly.”

Pushing himself up, he tossed the other’s leg away as he just loomed over him a bit. IT was a sight that any man would be lucky enough to ever see. That beautiful tall drink of water laid exposed for him as kept the man’s legs spread. He leaned down over him a bit as his hand slid further down the other. His fingers teasingly brushed against his hard cock as they made it past his heavy sack. His eyes stayed locked on the other’s as his fingers slid into the other’s crack, opening his cheeks. “You look so fucking hot like this…” He breathed out as his middle finger slowly touched his brother’s hole. Teasing it as his own cock ached in those jeans. "Bet you'll feel so fucking good around me..."

He leaned in to kiss the other's chest for a moment before winking up at him. The younger brother moved down his body until he lifted the other's a legs a bit over his broad shoulders.

Alistair kind of loved seeing his dear brother clearly battle between his hunger to dominate and control and his desire to adore and show worship to his big brother. It led to this delicious contrast of being treated like something to be owned and used and something to cherish and adore. It hit that perfect sweet spot, as he felt his younger brother circling him like prey. Feeling him behind him, shivering a little at those hands against his skin and the feel of that clothing against his bare skin. Humming lowly as he was called his masterpiece - something he doubted Jason called most boys.

A breathy little gasp at the feel of that hand stroking his cock, along with the contrasting sting of that hand groping and then smacking his ass as he commanded with that cocky grin of his, acting like he owned the place and everyone in it. So Alistair did as he was told, he got on his back and onto the bed - but in a very him kind of way. Which meant turning around and gripping Jason's belt buckle so when he fell back, his little brother came with him.

"Whoops" He said with a coy grin and mischief in his eyes, silencing his brother's verbal reaction by catching his lips in a kiss, hungry and deep as his fingers found the boy's beautiful curls and one leg slowly slid up and wrapped around Jason's waist. Submitting did not mean giving in clearly, at least not yet it did. Dragging his lips away, breath tickling his lips and gazing into his eyes. "Mm, I'm right here Jay - go on, come and get me."

[theboyjason]

There was this weird battle in his body when it came to how he spoke. A part of him wanted to praise the man, but he also wanted to knock him down a bit. Almost like a twisted game of lust fighting out as he had him standing there so perfectly. Fabric, buttons and clothes all over the ground around his brother. His eyes took in the sight before him. A beautiful, sinful sight that had his own cock aching in those jeans. This may be Alistair’s home, but for the moment, for that night, he belonged to Jason.

His fingers danced over the other’s exposed skin. He had never seen the man look as breathtaking as he had in that moment. The shorter male moved behind him. His hands got a bit more hungry as they groped him. All the while he stayed perfectly clothed. As one hand slid down the other’s front, he grasped that impressive length before him. “What am I going to do to you, my sinful masterpiece?” His words were low and filled with desire as he stroked his brother for a mere moment before releasing him. 

“I’m going to ruin you tonight..” He growled low as he pressed a kiss to his brother’s bare skin before groping onto the man’s fine ass. “Now, get on that fuckin’ bed.” He commanded as lashed a hand across his bare ass. With a wicked grin, he shoved him a bit towards it. "I want you on that fucking bed, on your back. I want to see your face as I claim you."

The praise and encouragement seemed to work, as Alistair's moans got a little louder and breathy, even moaning Jason's name like a prayer as his eyes closed and he rolled his hips into his younger brother's compact body and hard cock. The grip on his hair, being called a good boy as he kissed his neck and was almost moving to his brother's chest when suddenly he was being forced to his feet. The praise and sweet words replaced with being called 'bitch boy' which was both a jarring shift and most definitely made his dick twitch.

Before he knew it his clothes were being forced off, literally. An expensive shirt ripped open, buttons went flying like it didn't even matter if his stuff was ruined - as long as Jason got his way. His tall, fit body revealed along with his impressive, flushed cock and that round ass that had looked great in his tight trousers and looked even better exposed. It was an obvious shift in power, Alistair completely stripped of any clothing while Jason remained fully clothed. Almost as if despite this being his place, Jason was the one in charge and his domain. Sliding his tongue across his bottom lip as he was called a masterpiece, loving the mix of praise and taunts.

"I know I am, so what are you going to do about it baby brother? You think you can lay claim to this masterpiece, this work of art?" He murmured, still pushing Jason's buttons even now.

[theboyjason]

After all of these confessions, he felt like he was free finally. Almost like his brother had him clear it all to begin this journey with one another. Jason’s body was on fire as he listened to those moans finally become louder, more free. His brother was falling into his place beneath the younger one’s grasps as he felt like he’d finally won. Their eyes met for a moment, and he could see the hunger, the desire they both tried to play off. He knew his older brother would give him anything he wanted, and now? Well, that included himself to him tonight.

“That’s it, give in, baby..” His harsh tone was hushed as he encouraged the other to fully let go. That was when he realized he’d let so many nasty dreams come free that he was overwhelmed by choices.  Moans of his own sang through as his cock was massaged through his pants. Then he closed his eyes for a moment to just enjoy Alistair’s lips against his skin. His cock was throbbing in the other’s grasp as he was becoming over stimulated by it all. “Fuck, Alistair, such a good boy..” He puffed out as his fingers tightened in his hair. In that moment, he made a decision. Removing his brother’s hand from his crotch, he stood pulling the man to his feet before releasing his hair. 

Jason forced his loving older brother to his feet. “Oh, I think you know which one I want, bitch boy.” As they both were moved to their feet, he trembled for a moment as he looked up at him. All those breathy noises had him like a man in heat. The jock then got rough a bit. His hands clawing and ripping at the man’s shirt. “You’ll be stripped and used tonight.” He groaned as he heard buttons falling to the ground. Pieces of his shirt drifting down slowly as he moved to the taller, older man’s trousers forcing them undone and down.  "Oh look at you, a fucking master piece.." His hands began to roam his newly stripped brother as he purred excitedly.

That confession was everything he wanted to hear and now that he had it, well - who was he to deny what Jason? What they both wanted clearly. A loud, far less controlled moan escape the older man's lips as he felt that hand move from his neck to his hair. A shaken breath and somewhat dazed yet hungry look in his eyes as he let his little brother finally have control and submit to him. He'd give Jason clearly what he'd wanted forever - he'd give his brother the world, he'd give his brother him as the prize he so clearly wanted. Tonight, he'd belong to Jason.

"Fuck, Jason" He'd groan against those lips, eyes fluttering a little and flicking his tongue across his lips. "Which do you want more, hm? Do you want to fuck your brother's throat right here and now on his couch, do you want me to be good and strip for you like you asked or do you want to force your brother out of his clothes and throw him on his own bed like you own the place?" He murmured, heated words masked with breathy noises. Jason had thrown out so many wants and ideas already, clearly his brother was overwhelmed with all the ways he could have this moment and have Alistair. So maybe filling him with dirty words and expansions on those ideas wasn't just to tease him but also help his brother truly discover what he wanted in this moment.

All the while his hand continued to massage Jason's cock through his trousers and soon Alistair's lips began to find Jason's jawline and neck and began to kiss and flick his tongue across the skin, stimulating his poor brother even more than he already was. Making sure this whole experience was heightened even more.

[theboyjason]

All it took to free this side was to be back with Alistair. The man had always shown such admirable qualities to Jason, but the secrets that he kept of his feelings were abundant. For a while, he’d dreamed of being used and using his older brother. Hell, sometimes those thoughts passed on to Peter, but he couldn’t even think of those thoughts. All he wanted was to show the man all the ways he craved him, needed him. From the way his cock hardened in the shorter man’s grasp, he knew that he had thought about this. There was no way he’d be this turned on by him if he hadn’t had the same dreams. Those sinful dreams of Jason’s muscled, compact body riding his thick cock, or maybe he dreamed of being the one to be filled by his own impressive length. 

In the end, Jason’s obsession was becoming a reality. Something he’d wanted for so long was in his grasps. Listening to those perverted, sweet moans leaving his brother’s lips had him growing more and more impatient to have him. “That’s it. Listen to how you moan from my touch. Filthy man just wanting to be turned into nothing more than my sex toy.” All of this had him flushed looking. His own cock aching beneath his pants as he degraded this lovely man before him. Tonight, he would be seen as nothing more than a cheap whore to get off with, and he loved that thought.

A loud gasp left the dark haired boy’s lips as his barely contained cock was squeezed. His eyes lit with a fire as he was groped. Shivers ran up and down his spine as he listened to the whore speak. “No one can compare to my first love, my first sinful dream…” He admitted as he felt those lips closer. “I’d go insane without you. I’d go fucking feral for you. I want to keep you all night, fill you up with every ounce of cum I have. Make all of our filthy, perverted fantasies come true.” He gritted his teeth as he squeezed onto the other’s cock, releasing his grip on his neck for a moment. “I want to see you fucking whimpering, crying for my cock. Begging for it as I take that toy and fuck your tight ass.” Another admission as he reached the hand from his neck up to his hair. “Be a good boy and strip for me before I strip you down and throw you on that bed.” His slightly heavy chest heaved up and down with the thought of stripping him himself. “Or maybe I should take you right here..” He cooed out as he tilted his head. “Maybe I should have you take my cock out and lay right here as I fuck that pretty mouth.” He huffed out as his cock throbbed under his older brother's grasp.

To think he'd brought this side out of Jason in such a short time, even if his brother was being more dominant now it didn't stop the fact that Alistair had been the one to bring this side out of him. Truth be told he'd imagined his dear brothers in a similar way, specificially when they'd started going to college and becoming more like men. Peter with his adorable glasses and that lean, toned athletic build and Jason with his confidence, compact and muscled body. He'd imagined the boys bouncing on his cock, being fucked by him and yes being fucked by them as well. He'd imagined it all but it seems like his dear brother had wanted Alistair even more so. All this time and Jason had been obsessed with him.

For a moment Alistair couldn't even respond, what with the hand squeezing his throat and the other squeezing the bulge in his trousers he was left a moaning mess who was struggling to get the words out. Just having to hear how his dear brother wanted to fuck him and turn him into his bitch, another knotch on his belt and another guy in Jason's apparent campus harem. It was harsh and demaning and undeniably hot as his little brother treated him like a trophy that was rightfully his to do with what he wished. The image of him using all those items on him, the silk ropes the toys, the collars was intense and addicting and yet...Alistair was not done.

"That be you" He murmured at the 'whose getting turned on' comment as his own hand moved to grope and grip at Jason's cock barely contained in his pants and gave it a squeeze, stroking his thumb against the covered length. "Mm, baby brother - all this talk about me just being another slut of yours and yet those pesky boys of yours could never compare to me. I'm your original want, the one you dream about" He murmured against those lips, noses still brushing and no kiss just yet. "You need me, you crave me - you'd go insane without me" He purred, breath hot and tickling his brother's lips. "Say it Jason, confess to your big brother. You know you want to."

[theboyjason]

It was hard to keep composure at this point. The way his brother spoke to him, baited him, was becoming too much for the younger man. A part of him was becoming desperate, feral almost. Just to feel his brother’s body against his. To see what was underneath all of these clothes was singing through his head. “I watched you and fantasized about fucking you senseless, making you scream for your little brother.” He growled out in an admission. There was this need and want to claim Alistair as his own in that moment. Something he never thought he’d release, but the other one had him coming undone before his very eyes.

As he heard that grunt and groan pass those delectable lips, he knew he was getting somewhere. Their lips nearing each other with his teasing tongue, but neither kissed the other. Almost like a denial of their lust. Looking down on the man as he smiled, he pushed his body onto the other more, creating more heat in the moment. “Yeah? You want to hear about the one I’m having now? The one with your ass tied up and me fucking you with this toy?” His words more heated, dangerous almost as he felt compelled to let go.

“I am because I want your pretty little head to think about all of the filthy things I want from you.” He dropped the silk drab to the other’s lap as his other hand made a daring move. With another squeeze to his throat, he spoke again. “I want to make you beg for my cock as I use every toy on you. Making you sweat, making you gasp..” Low, lustful words seeping from his lips as his hand moved down to palm the other’s crotch, groping him. “Don’t deny it, you want to be my little bitch, you want to have yourself filled with my cock. See why all those frat boys fall to their knees for me..” He lifted his head away just enough to look at his brother. “You’re just another cock hungry slut for me to devour.” His own bulge growing as he kept touching his brother in all new ways.

His growled at him as he looked down at him. “Now, now, looks like someone’s getting turned on by his brother’s admissions. Pervert.”

"You miss me all the time little Jay? You think about me that much?" He murmured, knowing he had gotten his younger brother to admit something he probably would normally deny and keep to himself. "You watched me that much, tried to take peaks and think about me all the time? Are you obessed with me little brother?" He purred out, unable to not lean in and tease Jason more and get him to confess and admit things like this. Jason might be trying to be the domineering force right now, but that didn't mean Alistair wasn't going to get Jason to unravel for him different ways.

"Why don't you tell me all those fantasies you've had of your big brother, hm? You know you want to Jay" He purred out, their noses brushing together and lips so close like they might kiss and yet he didn't - he denied Jason that for the moment, teasing his brother as he let out a breahtless little laugh. The he felt that hand on his throat, causing a grunt and groan to pass his lips, though the smile never left as he felt his brother squeezing his throat as he pushed Alistair's legs apart to make froom for him. Made to look up at Jason as he said those filthy things, arousal pooling in his stomach as he felt that tongue against his lips.

"Mm, I don't know Jay...you're the one who admitted fantasizing about me, I think it's you that's been obsessed with such dirty, dirty thoughts" He managed to say despite the squeeze to his throat. This was intense, heated and Alistair was enjoying every seocnd of this new development between the brothers. But even now he wouldn't cave so easily, he'd give as good as he got when it came to Jason. "So who should be the one really admitting, hm?" He murmured, swallowing a little against that hand on his throat.

[theboyjason]

“No might, we will.” He grinned down at his older brother. That look upon his older brother’s face had him swooning for a moment. Boundaries were about to be crossed. They were about to be nonexistent if the dark haired male had his way. The room around them felt like a sauna of sorts with the proverbial heat. His compact, muscular body was dying to be let out of his clothes as he kept his dominating stance. The look on his face wasn’t changing as he watched the older man keep his cool, keep his wits about him. This was new territory for the younger one, but he wanted to prove something to his older brother at this moment.

His fists wrapped tightly around the rope as he let one hand leave it. “I miss you all the time. Miss sneaking peaks at you, fantasizing about you…” His words were like honey- sweet and tempting. All of these admissions had the younger boy feeling slightly embarrassed, but he refused to show it. This sweet teasing was always their banter, and even now, they weren’t above using it. 

He watched his arrogant brother defy his order. He watched that glass hit those lips and empty right before him. As he felt that hand move to his chin, his lips parted as soon as their noses brushed. With that challenge, his free hand slid up and took a soft grip onto his brother’s throat. A wicked smile curled on those once innocent lips. “I think I have an edge on all of your other conquests..” He growled softly. Using his knee, he pushed his brother’s legs apart to make room for him. This was what he wanted, this was his type.  He gave the other’s throat a little squeeze as he spoke again in that hushed tone. “Smart mouthed, slut.” He teased out as he snaked his tongue out to lick at the other’s lips. "Don't act like you haven't been dreaming of my taking your for a ride, fucking you..."

The younger man was getting bolder more into his role. "Bet you've been sitting over here picturing me using all those filthy fucking toys on you.." He never moved his head from it's place. "Admit it." His grip never left the other's neck as he pressed his body closer onto the other's.

Alistair watched his dear younger brother shift gears rather suddenly, he could see the look in those eyes or the way he seemed to be in his head imagining all sorts of things. It was a familiar expression, one that Alistair had no doubt had before on his face. It was clear some boundaries were about to be crossed, a shift in their dynamic that meant they likely could never walk back from. "Might we now little Jay?" He retorted at the comment about making use of them. His tone was calm, composed even as the heat in the room seemed to dial up so easily.

Alistair was a fair bit taller than Jason, but he had to admit with him sitting down and the confidence of his little brother he almost seemed to loom over him as he got closer, gripping that silk rope tightly as if preparing for something. "Even when I'm not in the house you can't help but think about me little Jay? I didn't realize I was in your head so much, does someone miss his big brother?" He hummed, clearly not above teasing the other even in a moment like this. Then came the command, the clear attempt at dominance and most men would likely fall apart and be already obeying.

But Alistair was not most people and he wasn't about to make anything easy for Jason. So Alistair made sure to finish his drink, eyes locked with Jason before he set the glass down. Then he moved one hand to gently grip his younger brother's chin, since the other had leaned in so much. "That depends on if what you have to say is worth doing or listening too, little Jay." He murmured against those lips, nose brushing against his. "I'm not one of your campus boys with no experience and so easily flustered. It takes a lot to impress me, you sure you have what it takes to impress me?"

[theboyjason]

At first, he just wanted to toy with him. See how far he could realistically get Alistair to go, but slowly, that thought, that game, became something a bit more sinful in nature. They were brother’s for christ sake, but being alone with him in this place and seeing all of that? It changed his tune. Almost like he wanted to seduce his older brother. If everyone else could have a piece, why shouldn’t he? 

His brain had gone into a haze as he called the bluff of going back. The shorter male stood there playing with the silk ropes through his fingers. It was a tantalizing feeling. Something that just made him want to play more and more. His eyes had softened a bit, but that sinful desire stayed sparkling behind his eyes as he listened to the older man speak. “Well, we might just have to put these to good use, brother.” As he heard the clearing of his throat, their eyes met again. “Maybe it is, do you have a problem with it?” He quizzed out as he got closer.

This time he stood in front of Alistair as he laid the toy down next to him. Both hands now had the silk ropes in them. Holding them tightly like he was about to do something. “Maybe I’ve been imagining you in a lot of different scenarios…” The younger brother made a bold statement there. One he couldn’t take back. It was clear that the boy had his own devious plans for them. No one was home with them. Nick, Alistair’s little love sick boy, wasn’t here, so what was to stop him from claiming the man?

“Now, Alistair, are you going to do as I say, or should I go find some more things to play scenarios with?” He quizzed out, his heart racing at it all. Jason knew that his brother would push back, be that diva he always was. The only difference this time was Jason felt he had the power. His eyes narrowed a bit more as he leaned in to the older man. “Put the drink down and let’s spend some new quality time together.”

Alistair noticed the shift almost the moment it happened, though he wasn't necessarily ready to say what it was just yet. After all this was his brother, there were supposedly boundaries no matter how much it seemed the two of them had crossed that quite a bit ago with what they'd talked about so far. Drink still in hand, Alistair watched slowly as his brother got up and strode over with all the confidence in the world and began to strole over to Alistair's draw. Truth be told he hadn't truly believed he'd do it, at least not right away. But it seemed his younger brother had called his bluff.

That's when he pulled out that particular toy and the silk ropes and suddenly the look Jason was giving him was very different from anything he'd seen before. He definitely wasn't looking at Alstair like his brother or any kind of family member with those eyes and that lowered, sensual tone. "...You're not wrong, there have definitely been times when those two have been used together. On who and why is typically up to the scenario, the moment" He finally said, clearing his throat and gazing in his brother's eyes.

"Is this a new game we're playing Jay? Are you going to pick two things from the draw that you think go together and come up with a scenario you imagine involving me?" He asked, trying to keep cool and seem casual. Even if the look in his eyes was anything but. He had no idea what Jason was thinking right now, but Alistair had a feeling his little brother wasn't done surprising him.

[theboyjason]

A brow raised at the admission. He had figured there were some wild nights in this place. Hell, he’d had his own around campus, in offices, in the frat house. All of which he may never fully admit to doing. Could never be too careful on letting the world, or anyone, know what he’d done to keep himself above water at school. The more they talked the more curious he became at what his brother was up to. Maybe even into it for that matter. The alcohol had him feeling a bit more confident in what should have been awkward, but here he was questioning his brother’s sexual appetite, his things.

“Damn right, no one messes with me.” He greeted with a happier laugh as he knew his brother could read him. The brothers had been through a lot, but they all seemed to come out of it in their own ways. “I’m pretty sure that’s an obvious one to figure out.” Within a second, he had drank half of his glass. A bit of it dripped down his bottom lip as he licked it away before carrying on with this. “Kind of a challenge to deal with someone like me..” His voice was a bit lower for a moment as he leaned in a bit, listening closely. Something began to stir within himself as he listened to the older man continue talking. “Oh I know those explorations well..” He admitted as he watched his older brother carefully. 

His mind began to drift for a moment to the ideas of what all Alistair had done with those things in the drawer. Hell, he began picturing the people he used them on, or how they were used on him. Shaking his head as their eyes met, he smirked and slowly stood. “Don’t mind if I do.” He kept his eyes on his older brother as he walked backwards before giving a playful wink and turning to go back to the drawer. His fingers danced over all the delightful things before him. “Bet someone looked hot with this deep inside of them…” He commented as he pulled out a rather thick and long dildo. He wrapped his hand around it firmly before looking back at his brother. He sat the drink down on the floor next to the cabinet before continuing pursuing for a moment. “Maybe you had them tied up with these silk things while you did it…” His free hand grasped onto these silk like bindings as he stood up with both things. “Am I correct, dear brother?”

His tone was a bit more sensual than before almost like he forgot where he was. Maybe that feeling stirring within wasn't right, but he was curious after all.

"Something like that, some days are a little more exciting then others" He remarked, smirking as he took another sip and swallowed down the burning liquid. Sometimes Alistair did have more than one man in his place, there had definitely been a few wild nights and he had more than a few lovers he rotated through - some were even couples who enjoyed having a third. But nobody serious, just a lot of fun though he wondered how curious his dear brother was to see what that side of Alistair and this place was like. After all, his brother certainly was asking a lot of questions.

"Not that kind of innocent Jay, don't worry - I know you're the big strong guy now, nobody messes with you" He reassured, a mix between playfulness and sincerity. He knew his brother had been through a lot, all three brothers had. "Doesn't mean you know a ball gag from a riding crop" Alistair added to break the tension, laughing a little and playfully poking his brother's side with a grin. "Oh dear brother, I'm no more of a smart ass then you. You just don't have to deal with yourself normally."

"Well, what I get up to...depends day to day. One of the benefits of being an adult with your own place means you can...explroe those kinds of things. Wants, desires, you know..." He trailed off, very aware of how little this conversation was brother appropiate. Yet here they were, talking like this still. Flicking his tongue across his bottom lip to catch the liquid, he was quiet for a moment as he adjusted to what his brother was saying. Trying not to imagine his younger brother exploring all kinds of wicked things, both on himself and maybe on other people and it was just them two-

"Well...not that I'd let you use my stuff, feels like that crosses more than one boundry Jay" He murmured, holding his drink as his eyes shifted to his brother. "Though I guess you can...have a look again if you want, since you've already opened the draw."

[theboyjason]

All he could do was roll his eyes at the man’s comments. “Not today, huh? So, it’s more of what? A Saturday thing?” A shot back with his own smirk. He kept swiveling the drink in his hand, watching the liquid dance about as he tried to keep himself as composed as possible. His eyes flickered up to see that shrug and smirk. It only told him he was, at least, on the right trail with his comment. “Innocence is something that I haven’t had the luxury of having in a long, long time.” He argued back as he sat on the couch next to his brother. 

It was sort of a throw away moment there. It was something he meant. To him, his innocence was gone long ago, so when it ever showed up again, he wasn’t the easiest to accept. This whole cocky, arrogant facade he had going on was meant to almost be a protection. Something to hide away just how naive he could be at times. “Sometimes I forget you are such a smart ass.” He retorted with a small laugh. “I was just curious what you got up to here. Seeing as you have a whole collection of naughty things.” He brought the glass to his lips and took another swig. 

This was different then what they normally spoke on, but the line of questions was opened the moment he went snooping. Maybe his curiosity wasn’t the best at times, but hell, what could it hurt? “Well, you may have a point, but who makes these stupid rules of things like that?” He grinned stupidly as he heard the last comment. “Who knows. Just a lot of interesting things in there, and since you called me innocent, I might need to learn new things to lessen that.” He laughed as he looked down at his drink again. "Maybe I'm just intrigued by the chance of expanding my horizons."

"Well I'm sorry to burst your bubble Jason, but there are no hoards of half naked guys wondering around this place. At least not today" He smirked, taking another drink and keeping his demenour and his behaviour relitively relaxed, even if deep down this whole scenario likely had caused a shift between the brothers if only slightly. Learning a new aspect of a family member or friend could definitely do that and this quite the reveal. Flicking his tongue against his bottom lip, a carefree shrug abnd smirk as Jason confirmed it meant both. It did, but Alistair wasn't ashamed of that.

"Hmm, whatever you say Jason" He teased the other as they countered the idea of them being innocent, if for no other reaosn then to poke the bear a little and tease him. "What do I do in here? Well it's a bedroom Jason, so sleeping usually. Care to be a bit more specific with your question?" He chuckled, though was very much aware that this style of question was definitely going down a very different route then what the brothers usually talked about.

"Is that right?" He remarked, raised brow as he watched his brother move over to the couch with him. It was a bold thing to say indeed. "You know these kind of things don't usually fall under the things that brothers share, Jay" He pointed out, another swig and a slow swallow as he gazed at his brother. "Not that I'm going to let you just because you said so, but what exactly do you think you need to try?"

[theboyjason]

Being a part of the frat gave him something he’d always wanted. A place to just exist without people having to know who he was before then. He was able to come in and lean into that cocky, arrogant jock-like thing. Over his time in the house, he’d found himself enjoying a lot of the things that came with being in college. Some people were already settling down, or they were planning to finish college and get married. He couldn’t even bring himself to think about all of that at a time like this. All he wanted was to be able to have fun and be able to just live happily. Was that too much for a frat bro to ask for?

“Yeah, sort of like a frat house.” He retorted as he tried to shake his thoughts for a moment. There wasn’t a reply to that question as he tried to figure out what was coming next. As his brother took his seat, he slowly stood, leaving the drawer open. Jason looked at him as he got an answer. “So, that would be a ‘yes, I do both’.” He laughed as he brought the glass to his lips and took a sip. With an eyeroll, he leaned against the large cabinet as he looked between the open drawer and his brother. “I’m not that innocent, Alistair, trust me on that.” 

When prompted with that last question, he took a second. “What do you do in here? I mean it has to be something exciting for you to have all of those fun tools on standby.” He swirled the drink in his hand as he stared at him with a raised brow. That cocky grin curled on his lips as he took a shot in the dark after another sip. This one was a long one before he spoke. “I might need to use some of them sometime. You know, since you think I’m so innocent.” He greeted as he moved his body from its position and headed over to the couch.

"It's a frat house, of course it's got guys running around - you expect that to impress me?" He countered with a smirk. In many ways Jason wasn't wrong, he'd had a variety of lovers and flings and things that had happened between different guys, sometimes at the same time. But was he a playboy? Maybe, but not necessarily a tilt he was adamant to keep forever. If one or more than one guy could make him want to settle, well maybe he would.

"So you expected half naked men wondering around permanently, like some sort of art piece? Is that why you were so eager to move in Jason?" He tutted gently, clearly enjoying teasing his brother even if what he'd discovered had Alistair on the backfoot for once. Moving to the couch in the bedroom, he took a swig of his drink and flicked his tongue across his bottom lip. Well, well. His brother had questions.

"Why does it have to be one over the other?" He questioned at the remark about who it was used on. Eyes locked with Jason as he took another swig, swallowing. "And dear brother if you think what you saw is freaky then you're far more adorable and innocent then you seem" He chuckled, clearing his throat. "Any more questions?"

[theboyjason]

"Well, my domain has plenty of guys running around." He checked his brother back. "You know how I figure you'd be having this condo." The boy stuck his tongue out as he teased him. It was sort of true though. He had always seen his brother as this playboy type. Something just always had him thinking he was like that. Sort of like the older men who always hit on Jason. It was hard to figure out his older brother's type, or if he even had one. That was always a mystery to him until he saw how his brother reacted to the puppy dog that was Nick Nelson. Then he sort of had an idea of what he liked.

All of his thoughts were fleeting as he kept looking at all the sinful things this man had hidden away. It was quite intriguing at what, or who, he used these types of things on. After a moment of his disorientation, he spoke back. "Wouldn't you like to know!" He hollered back, but his eyes never left the trove of devilish treasures.

"What can I say? I like to see what you have going on." He chuckled a bit nervously as he blushed at being caught touching all of his brother's sexual things. As he reached up and took the drink, he looked up at him. "So, you are into some freaky things, huh? Do you use them on yourself or all of your little boy toys?" He tried to play it off as teasing, but he was curious to a fault.

"Except my domain isn't a frat house but a condo I actually own baby brother" He teased, unable to not remind him of that if for no other reason then to just continue their little banter. Besides, someone had to at least try and keep Jason's ego in check a little. Not that there was much that could be done about it, both of them were utterly shameless in their levels of confidence. Which was just proven right when he agreed about the ego comment.

"My baby brother has a type? I thought your type was just men" He pointed out, partly teasing and partly curious. After all this was the first he was hearing about Jason having a type and Nick was a damn good looking guy and in great shape. Alistair should know, he'd seen Nick without a shred of clothing to his name. "Don't tell me - is it pretty boys who wear eyeliner and are cheerleaders? Nerds? You seem like the type of jock frat boy who would love a classic" He teased as he wondered on back with drinks in hand.

Had he expected Jason to snoop eventually? Sure. Had he expected to be so soon and he'd find that draw? Maybe not. So he looked a tad surprised, drinks in hands before recovering and raising a brow as he looked at his brother. "I see you wasted no time with the snooping I knew you'd do" He remarked, walking over to hand Jason his drink as if his little brother didn't have a vibrator in hand..

[theboyjason]

The boy had the ego and confidence to back up most of his claims. When he started there, he wasn’t sure how it’d go, but it seemed everyone sort of fell into his own world. The way they all thirsted for him. The way he got everyone to just do as he said and wanted without even having to do much. It paid to look like him and be him. There were quite a few similarities between Alistair and him. They had a lot of things that just seemed to make them close. “Could say the same about you. A good lookin’, cocky guy with a nice place is single? Yeah, maybe I’m the one with the problem.” It was clear he had a playful tone as he continued on through each drawer. All he could do was laugh at that comment. It was sort of true, but he didn’t know exactly what his brother’s style was in the world. His older brother had always kept his brother safe and sound. He never complained, never even questioned it. It kept Jason feeling secure in this world. That there was one person who always had his back no matter what came around. “Yeah, just like my ego!” He hollered out as he knelt down to the bottom drawer. That was when his eyes went wide. “What the fuck?” He whispered out as his hands rummaged through it all.

“Not really my type, Al!” He threw back. He was slightly jealous of the attention Nick seemed to get from his older brother. It was hard not to, but he tried to contain himself. The boy’s attention to the conversation dwindled as he kept picking all of these sinful and perverse items up. His hand wrapped around some of the toys. All sorts of things in here that he’d never seen before. One of his hands had picked up the leather collar, and the other? Well, it was still holding onto one of the larger, thicker dildos he found. His brother was filthy for all of this. Slowly, he sat them down as he saw some movies sprawled in there with lube. 

As he heard the footsteps approaching, he didn’t realize that he still had one of the vibrating toys in his hands as he looked over to the man in the doorway.

That sounded about right for Jason, convinced he had everyone eating out of his hand - then again maybe he did. His dear brother was always endlessly confident and had enough talent and simple determination that he could back it up. Then again Alistair was the same way, it was their dear Peter who lacked the confidence the other two brothers had - despite him being the smartest of the three of them. "Right, yet you remain almost shamefully single for someone who adamant he rules the campus" He couldn't help but tease.

"Having my dear brothers cramp my style? No clearly that be wonderful" He retorted, mostly kidding. Truth be told Alistair always looked out for his brothers and was rather fond and protective over them. "Strong and hard? Like your ego?" He called back, smirking as he grabbed some whiskey and ice - give Jason the taste of the good stuff now he was staying over.

Rolling his eyes in turn at Jason's bossiness, chuckling as he poured himself a glass as well. "What's that little brother, is someone jealous that your dear friend is into me more than you?" He teased, a knowing smirk on his lips. "It's your fault if you have a thing for him and not made a move yet" He pointed out. All the while Jason was snooping around and would eventually find something indeed. In the bottom draw of the large cabinet, under some blankets was quite the little find. Bindings, floggers, collars and leather leashes. Harnesses and some toys, along with a variety of other sinful items for Jason to spy upon hidden away. As Alistair finished pouring his drinks.

[theboyjason]

That little nickname had been one that only his brother could call him. It hit differently when he said it with that smile. Over his time at college, he became sort of a popular thing to have around. Most people had found that Jason had an array of talents that weren't necessarily studious. Being at the frat, he knew his twin, Peter, probably regaled the other with all of the tales that swam around that place. It was sort of his way of keeping himself in charge and making sure he got further and further to where he wanted to be.

"You know me, I do love to snoop around and see what you could be hiding in this place." He responded with a mischievous grin. With an eyeroll, he shook his head. "You all worry too much about me. Trust me, I had those teachers and frat boys eating out of my hand." Another wicked grin curled on his lips as he laughed. "Oh like that would be the worst thing for you." As he watched his brother saunter off to the kitchen, he did take it upon himself to move towards the man's dresser. What? He did have a natural curiosity to him.

"Bring something strong and hard." He hollered out as he began opening a drawer or two. Just had to see what his older brother could be hiding in here. "Just bring it back in here, alright?" He threw out as he rolled his eyes once more. "Like you're complaining. Nick is obsessed with you. He'll be making those stupid eyes at you all night." He was aware of Nick's crush on Alistair. It was cute, but he never knew if anything had truly happened. Not from Nick's lack of trying.

His finger tips danced over the nicely folded clothes and things within the drawers. Just hoping to find something.

"Oh I'm sure you do, heartbreaker" Alistair retorted with a smirk, a bit of a nickname he'd given Jason to tease him when his little brother started becoming the popular kid on campus. He didn't know much, just what Peter had told him before and it sounded like he'd become quite the frat king in the making. Raising a brow at the casual comment about seeing it at night, before shrugging casually with a hint of a smile.

"You're welcome to look it over anytime Jay, you're free to explore the condo. Not that I don't expect you to try and do a little snooping, knowing you - so good luck with that" He smirked. He waved off the thanks about letting him move in, not wanting to come off as too soft in front of his brother. "Please, it was this or risk the rest of the family worrying constantly about you. If I don't play my cards right they'll have me bringing Peter in too and I'll be stuck with the pair of you" He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes.

"But sure, if my little brother wants quality time with me so badly then sure. We can do that" He chuckled as he began to walk out of the bedroom for a moment. "You want a beer? Maybe something a little stronger?" He called over his shoulder as he sauntered to the kitchen to at least get the drinks. But whether Jason wanted to remain in the bedroom or go elsewhere, well that was up to him. "Nick's coming back is he? At this point I swear you boys are attached at the hip."

[theboyjason]