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Whether for jealousy or out of pure love, care, and tenderness, Noel didn't want Liam to have that moment with anyone else. He didn't want anyone to take something from him that was so important, or for Liam to lose his innocence to someone who didn't care about him. He loved Liam, in one way or another, and perhaps more than the brotherly love that was expected of them.
Noel didn't think brothers dreamed of each other the way they did.
Other brothers didn't stay up, way past when they should have fallen asleep, just to be able to catch a glance of the other pleasuring himself, letting out little pants and moans as they got closer and closer to orgasm, sometimes turning on their side, knowing the other was watching and giving them just a small glance of the way their hand moved up and down their cocks.
They were different, he figured.
Liam had brought up the topic first, but in an extremely offhanded way.
He made a little joke about not having experience when Noel teased him about spending time with a girl around his age. Noel had slipped a condom into the pocket of his coat to embarrass him more than anything.
Noel had no outward thoughts about it, but he was glad his little Liam was still innocent enough. He doubted the younger boy had even gone further that gentle little kisses, if anything more than just a small peck on lips or cheek.
The second time the topic came up, it was much more direct.
They were having breakfast together on a day their mother had left early, going out to the shops or something, leaving Noel in charge for the day. It would only be a few hours, really. But the fact that he had just gotten back from an Inspiral Carpets tour gave him a sense of power over the younger boy who looked quite older than the last time he had seen him.
It was nearly his birthday, and although it was never truly a big deal for anyone in the family, it was his sixteenth, and it felt like a big enough milestone that Noel thought they ought to celebrate in some way.
"So, waddya want for your birthday?"
Liam lifted his gaze from his bowl of cereal.
"What?"
It was as if he had forgotten his birthday was coming up in just two days.
"Sixteen, our kid."
Liam shrugged, but he knew exactly what he wanted.
Both of them had noticed the stolen glances they had both given and received since Noel had returned and the way their fingers tended to linger on the other's hips as they passed by them in their room. Noel, especially, had noticed the way Liam would come back into their room from a shower, his towel wrapped too far down on his hips, just enough to show off his dark pubic hair.
Liam had noticed Noel's newfound gentleness and the little smiles he gave him. He also noticed the never-ending amount of tissues he would wake up to on the bedside table, quickly thrown away before Liam could say anything, and how sometimes, he would wake up with a bottle of lotion thrown on the floor. Noel would always kick it under the bed.
He didn't use it often; he didn't have to, but on nights he wanted a little more friction and a more realistic feeling, he would put just enough lotion in the palm of his hands. His eyes would seemingly roll to the back of his head. Those were the nights Liam heard him the most.
Those were also the nights, which were happening more frequently since Noel returned, that he would turn away on his side and do his best to stroke himself to the same rhythm, just so Noel couldn't hear. He would let out quite whines, biting into his forearm to keep himself from getting too loud.
Not wanting to expose himself, he would scoot over in the bed and let his cum dry on the sheets, not wanting Noel to watch him reach over for a tissue.
"Don't want anything."
Noel cocked an eyebrow and just barely bit the corner of his bottom lip, asking if he was sure. Liam looked up at him, and his pupils grew large, realising what his older brother was implying.
They both wanted it, to the point that it was painfully obvious and seemed to cloud the air anytime they occupied the same room.
Liam stirred his spoon in his bowl, mumbling a bit. His face grew flush.
"No pressure or anything," Noel eventually said. "Just if you want. Thought you'd like to try."
Noel knew that Liam was an untouched virgin, and it still wasn't the safest way in the world to fuck, but he wanted Liam raw. He had been tested, of course, and almost always used condoms, especially on the nights he was being passed around backstage.
He wanted to feel Liam's skin, to feel him grip around his cock, and to taste him with nothing between him.
Still, though, he picked up a pack of condoms and two bottles of lube the next time he stopped at a shop. They didn't really need that much lube, but it was always nice to have options. He wanted Liam to be as comfortable as possible and to be able to relax as much as he could to take his big brother's cock, and if that meant spending an ungodly amount of money on expensive, numbing lube, so be it.
He didn't expect it to go any further than just making out, and he wasn't really sure he wanted to, or that Liam was ready to. But still, he prepared himself just in case.
The two days between their conversation and Liam's birthday passed excruciatingly slowly. Even the day itself felt to be moving at a snail's pace, and Noel found himself becoming restless as the sun set and it got closer and closer to time for it to go to bed.
It would be the only privacy they had together the entire day, and Noel knew he could be quiet enough but was unsure about Liam.
It was well past midnight when everyone settled down for bed, and another hour and a half before the two of them were sure everyone had fallen asleep, or were close enough that quiet noises wouldn't make them stir throughout the house.
Noel felt a sense of awkwardness that he hadn't felt in years.
They sat side by side on Liam's bed, backs pressed against the wall it was pressed against, pretending to make small talk.
They were still dressed and would likely remain that way until Liam could convince himself to start pulling up the hem of Noel's shirt, but he couldn't gather the nerve.
They talked quietly about music, getting older, and women. Liam said he was only interested in one of those things, and although Noel wasn't surprised at all, it felt strange to have Liam admit it.
Liam was the first to move, moving just a little closer and putting his hand on the lower part of Noel's thigh, just above his knee. The thought of going any higher, and also made his cock throb and twitch under the fabric of his trousers.
Noel's voice got deeper and much more erotic as he realised Liam had finally gathered the nerve. Once again, he bit his bottom lip just enough for it to be visible.
His fingers traced the lower part of Liam's thighs, not wanting to move upwards enough to make Liam nervous. He wanted to go at the pace the younger man was most comfortable with, even if it felt painstakingly slow.
His fingers traced lightly.
His cock was hard, almost painfully slow, and every few moments, Liam's eyes would fall down to look at it and then dart back up to make eye contact. Noel's eyes were much more intense than usual, and he had been told that before, but he chalked it up to horniness and desire.
"You can get yerself a better look," Noel suggested. "And touch, if it's somethin' you want."
His fingers lingered around the button of his own trousers, fumbling through undoing his belt in a way that made it almost seem as if he wasn't struggling with the task. He didn't look up at Liam as he finally unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, pulling them down to mid-thigh.
He left his boxers up, his cock throbbing against the fabric in rhythmic pulsation.
He was so painfully hard, and all he wanted, in that exact moment, was to be buried deep inside of Liam, in any hole he was willing to offer to him.
Liam's fingers traced against the outline of his older brother's cock, his own cock throbbing precum into his boxers. He stroked it, just once, through the fabric, making Noel let out a hitched breath. Noel's head tipped back, and he squeezed his eyes shut, but deciding it was far too soon to be enjoying it this much, he sat up straighter and let his hands find a comfortable spot on Liam's waist.
They kissed.
They should've started with that rather than stroking each other, but they weren't thinking with their heads.
Noel was in control, and it was obvious. One hand rested on Liam's waist and the other caressed his cheek before moving to the back of his head, letting his fingers comb through the hair on the nape of Liam's neck.
"Don't think we should take it further than this."
"What?"
Noel didn't respond before pulling Liam into another kiss. Liam knew that he just meant for right now. He had seen the lube Noel had bought before he hid it in a bedside drawer.
Liam moaned quietly into his older brother's lips.
Noel pulled away, and for just a moment, Liam truly thought he had done something wrong and that Noel had actually meant that they should stop and never, ever go farther than that. But all the fear faded away as he felt Noel unzipping his trousers, giving him a look that seemed to ask if it was okay, and pulling his shirt up just above his bellybutton.
He touches Liam through the fabric of his boxers, giving a smile that he did his best to hide as he noticed the little stain of precum and the way his cock seemed to pulsate with every touch to his lower stomach or upper thigh.
Giving him another look, asking if he could remove Liam's boxers, he pulled them down below his bollocks, putting him almost completely on display.
Liam had grown quite a bit of hair since the last time Noel remembered having accidentally seen him, and, unexpectedly, it was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. The dark, textured hair that surrounded his cock was the same shade as the hair on his stomach. It was much darker than the hair on his arms and on his head, and without realising it, Noel touched it just gently enough for Liam to feel it.
Noel kissed him again, this time pulling him closer. There was more desperation, and it felt like it was fully primal. He wanted Liam, and he knew Liam wanted him.
Just one kiss and a gentle caress on the cheek with Noel's knuckles.
That's all it took for Liam to cum.
Liam threw his head back, strong shots of cum landing on his stomach. His cock throbbed with every shot, even as they turned into gentle dribbles that just barely made their way down his cock. He had made quite a bit of sound, and Noel had to cover his mouth with his hand to remind him to be quiet.
Noel wasn't upset with him at all for cumming so quickly. In fact, it was quite adorable. And extremely attractive.
He knew his brother was an untouched virgin, and knowing that just kissing him could make him cum gave him a significant upper hand any time they were home alone together. He got significant pleasure knowing that he could make Liam cum in his trousers just by kissing him or trailing his fingers along his neck. Maybe giving him a little nibble on his ear, or a love bite just low enough on his chest that he would have to be careful with the neckline of shirts he wore.
Noel wasn't upset about not cumming; he would finish himself off before he fell asleep, and he might even let Liam watch. Or let him help clean up.
But for right now, he had to clean Liam up.
He took a tissue from a bedside table and wiped the cum from Liam's stomach. He did the best he could to wipe it out of his pubic hair and then very, very carefully wiped the little dribbles from his still half-hard cock. He wiped the cum from the beautifully pink head, careful to not overstimulate his baby brother.
He raised his eyebrows as he looked at Liam, and Liam knew he was asking him if he was okay or if he enjoyed it.
"It was so good."
"Yeah?"