Brok and Graff
       
       Graff was breathing hard that night. He didn’t really understand why. The cat had been angry a lot lately, and it didn’t always make sense to him, but this last night, he’d gotten to be calm. He had been mad at Brok earlier, yeah, but they’d talked and made it better. So, he couldn’t piece together why thinking about the big guy was making him so restless now. 
       
       Well, he did admittedly have a couple of ideas, but he really didn’t want to think about them. “Ugh… don’t think about it… don’t.” He groaned and turned over in his bed. The young cat was horny tonight, rock hard to the point of it being distracting. He’d actually just woken up from a dream of some kind that left him in that state. He didn’t really remember it in detail, but it did involve Brok, and Ott, and a couple of other guys he wanted to think even less about. “What kind of messed up am I that I’m thinking about them like this?”
       
       He coughed and grabbed tight to his pillow. His eyes were slammed shut in an effort to banish the thoughts, but he couldn’t manage it. They just wouldn’t let him sleep. He thought about Brok in the middle of a fight, beating the crap out of some squealers, sweat running down his scales and the squealers’ fur. It was frustratingly uncomfortable. 
       
       “Damnit…” He took another heavy breath and tried to think of something else. That just made it worse though. The only other thing he could even come close to thinking of was Ott, and he wasn’t in a fight. When he thought of the hybrid, the scenario just got more explicit. He thought about the time they’d snuck into his house and gotten naked. He thought of the shy look on his face and how much effort it took to get him out of his underwear. Then he thought of how cute he’d been once he was laid out on Graff’s bed. 
       
       Brok had almost caught them then. Graff remembered his fur standing on end when he heard that loud, heavy knock. His mouth had been kinda full at the time, and he nearly choked when he heard Brok’s voice. He was really glad Ott had come up with something that convinced him to leave them alone, though he couldn’t even recall what he’d said. 
       
       What if Brok had caught them then? That thought haunted his mind a lot nowadays. It had shaken him so bad back then he hadn’t even been able to finish, though, one could argue that was for lack of trying. When he’d been swallowing Ott, he thought about Brok seeing them. It was a disgusting thought, but one he couldn’t shake. What if Brok had been mad, or worse, what if he’d liked what he saw? 
       
       Graff wondered about that a lot for some reason. He was proud of his body. Ott loved it, always complimenting his muscles. He wondered if Brok would like it too. Admittedly, he admired Brok’s body, all the muscles and heft of it. He liked every bit of it. He even liked the way he looked naked. 
       
       He swallowed hard at the thought. When he did he could swear he tasted Ott again. Ott was the only guy he’d ever seen hard. He’d spied on Brok in the shower a couple of times, but never got a look at him horny. Ever since he’d sucked his friend off he’d been thinking about it though. “If Brok had caught use then would he… Damnit…” He took another breath and sat up. It wasn’t like he was going to get any sleep at this point anyways. 
       
       The cat hoped that getting out from under the blankets would cool him down, but it just sent a chill up his fur. He was still hot and frustrated, and now he was even more uncomfortable too. His dick was aching against his briefs and he felt nervous even adjusting it. He wanted to do something about it, but he couldn’t bring himself too while he was thinking about Brok like this. 
       
       So, Graff gave himself an excuse to walk it off. “I’ll just go grab a snack…” He grumbled to himself, standing out of bed. Getting his blood moving somewhere else would probably help, and maybe he could take his mind off things with food. That was what he told himself at least. He still stopped to turn on his computer on the way out of his room though, just in case. 
       
       Then, he opened the door, and his eyes didn’t go straight to the fridge. He looked at Brok first. It was just to make sure that he didn’t wake the big guy up. He usually slept like a log, so that wasn’t really a worry, but the door was loud and he wanted to be sure. His eyes lingered on the gator for another reason though. Brok was hard.
       
       At least, it looked like he was. Graff wasn’t totally sure because Brok’s blanket was still covering him, if only barely. But, he was pretty sure. He’d seen Brok sleeping lots of times after all, and he’d never seen a massive tent in his blanket like that. “T-There’s no way I could have missed that, right?” His mouth suddenly felt extremely dry when he looked at it. He couldn’t really be sure what was under the blanket, but he wanted to find out. From his view at the door, it looked massive. 
       
       Before he even knew what he was doing, Graff was on all fours next to the gator. And he was breathing even heavier than before. He couldn’t see the shape clearly, but now that he was close it was clear there was something going on under the blanket. It was mostly off of him too. Graff already knew Brok slept naked sometimes, but seeing his bare leg and hip exposed from all his tossing and turning reminded him of just how close he was to seeing the gator’s dick, and how messed up that was. 
       
       “Come on, Graff. You can’t seriously be thinking…” He whispered out loud to try and make himself stop, but he couldn’t bring himself to say what he was thinking. He did wet his lips though, still tasting Ott in his mind. “J-just a look. That’s not too weird, right?” 
       
       Graff reached cautiously toward the blanket, and Brok shifted. The cat froze instantly when he did. He adjusted himself with a gruff growl that made Graff’s fur stand on end. For a moment he thought about dashing back to his room. In truth, he wasn’t sure why he didn’t. There was no way this was worth the risk. 
       
       Thankfully, Brok didn’t wake up. After that adjustment, he was back to peaceful, if a bit gruff, breathing. Graff watched him closely to make sure of it, noticing the gator’s jaws snap lazily and his heavy chest rise. He knew he’d kill him if he found out about what he was about to do. That didn’t stop him though. 
       
       He took another heavy breath and swallowed. Then he finally reached for the blanket, and he froze again. He meant to just grab the blanket and quickly toss it away. It turned out that he grossly underestimated what he was grabbing though, and his paw squeezed around something hard instead. That got another gruff moan out of Brok that nearly sent him into a panic again. 
       
       Thankfully, the gator still didn’t wake up, but Graff felt him twitch under the blanket. “N-no way he can just sleep when I’m grabbing his dick.” Graff stared up at Brok’s face looking for any signs of waking, but there was nothing. He didn’t even turn. Curious, he gave him another squeeze, and apart from a groan, still nothing. “He really does sleep like a log, huh?”
       
       Graff swallowed hard again. With how still the gator was while he slept, there really wasn’t any risk. Still, he was nervous when he turned his attention back to the blanket. Brok felt so big it was actually intimidating. Ott hadn’t been small, but this didn’t even feel like it could fit in Graff’s mouth. 
       
       The cat winced at that thought. It was so gross, but it was making him unbelievably hot. 
       
       There was no turning back now. Cautiously, he loosened his grip, making sure he was only holding tight to the blanket, and he tossed it away. For some reason, he kept his eyes closed the whole time too. It still felt like he’d be caught and scolded any second. He didn’t hear anything though, only Brok’s breathing and the faintest lip smacking. 
       
       It took a moment, but eventually, the cat opened his eyes and finally got a look at what he’d come here for. It was shocking, to say the least. Once he had a peek, his eyes absolutely shot open. Brok was even bigger than he felt, and Graff was pretty sure he wasn’t even all the way up. The monster of a cock was hanging lazily, drifting to the side a bit and twitching just a bit. In this state it was still easily twice as big as Ott’s, and Graff’s for that matter. 
       
       Suddenly feeling shy, the cat sat up and reached down to touch himself for comparison. “H-Holy crap…” He wrapped one paw around himself and shakily pulled his briefs down with the other paw. He was hesitant to get close enough to compare, but even from an angle on his knees beside Brok, it was clear he was nothing in comparison. “Why does that make me so hot?”Groaning, he shut his eyes and squeezed his cock tight. He felt like he was going to burst in that moment, and made every effort to stop himself. 
       
       He didn’t do very well. 
       
       Soon, the cat was biting his lip to stop himself from yowling. His whole body shook with a vicious chill as he came, and he rushed to cover himself for fear of cumming to hard and getting it all over his dad. He just absolutely coated his paws instead. 
       
       And after it was done, he was somehow still horny. “D-damnit…” Once he was able to open his eyes again, he was still sitting there, glaring at the sleeping gator. “How can you still be asleep, damnit!” He nearly screamed, stopping himself with another swallow. Brok’s cock twitched temptingly. It was becoming too much to resist. 
       
       So, Graff gave in. He paused to wipe his paws on his legs, and then he leaned forward again. This time, he grabbed his dad’s leg instead though. He didn’t think that would wake him up if grabbing his dick hadn’t after all. Still, he did glance up at the gator to be safe when he leaned in closer. Brok only shifted a little, but it still sent another shiver down the cat. His cock twitched again and brushed against Graff’s whiskers, and it reminded him of when he’d pressed against Ott in the same way. 
       
       It reminded Brok of something too, clearly. He got a little harder. Sure enough, he wasn’t all the way up just yet. “L-Lia…” He grumbled in his sleep and shifted a bit more. 
       
       Hearing his mom’s name nearly brought Graff back to his senses. It made his stomach tighten, and he felt sick. But, for some reason it didn’t stop him. His head dropped an inch, and his cheek pressed against the gator’s monster. That sent chills down him that were way louder than the disgust sitting in his throat. 
       
       He did hold on to the disgust though. “Bet this is what she liked about you, huh?” He swallowed hard and turned back to the cock, rubbing his face on it briefly before pulling back.  Thinking about Brok and his mom was pissing him off. For some reason, that was making him hotter too. “She ever do this for you?” He was shaking when he leaned in close again. That stopped when he planted his lips on the gator.
       
       Graff really wasn’t all that sure what to do with a cock yet. He’d seen enough porn to have an idea, and Ott had really liked it when he licked his. Still, he had no idea what to do with something this big. He just sort of clumsily ran his tongue over it without thinking. And that seemed to do the trick. He could feel Brok’s legs tense and soon enough he was getting harder, hard enough to stand at full attention. 
       
       At that point, the cat had pretty much entirely forgotten about being quiet or keeping from waking the gator up. He even started to let himself purr a little. However, he was still shaken when he heard Brok start to grumble more loudly. He still sounded like he was asleep though, if only because he wasn’t freaking out. Graff could hear him mumble something unclear. “…my birthday?” It was, thankfully swallowed by the grumbling before the cat could make out most of it. 
       
       What he could make out got him shaking enough that he had to close his eyes again though. He tried not to think to hard about what he was doing. Instead, he just thought about Ott and repeated the motions from back then. After a few more licks, he opened his mouth and swallowed the gator’s tip. Then, he tried to swallow more. It was hard to focus on the old practice though, since he could feel the cock in his throat surprisingly quickly, and it was getting hard to breath. 
       
       He couldn’t help but focus on how his dad tasted, and how he felt. He was huge, strangely lukewarm considering how hard he was, and he tasted like he hadn’t showered in days. Graff’s nose twitched like mad at that last part, and his whole body shivered at the first bit. He couldn’t stop thinking about it though. He was blowing his dad. 
       
       “Ngh… G-Graff…” Brok groaned, and Graff’s ears twitched. He started to panic. He was caught now, he had no doubt. But, he didn’t stop. He just shut his eyes and kept sucking, and soon he was swallowing too.
       
       The cat swallowed nervously first, drinking up the taste of his dad and remembering the taste of his boyfriend. Then, when he realized what he had tasted, he swallowed eagerly. Aware of how gross this was, and too anxious to even imagine what Brok would think of him, he focused on that bitter flavor. He tried to savor it even as tears started to run down his face. It was a lot to swallow, but he did it.
         
       And, strangely, he was allowed to. Brok tensed hard while he came, but then, after it was done, his body quickly went back to relaxing. There was no freak-out, no panic, he didn’t even sit up. The only thing that came out of him was another breathy moan of Graff’s mother’s name. “Ah… Lia…” When the cat finally allowed himself to open his eyes and look, Brok was still laying back, asleep with his eyes shut peacefully. In fact, he actually looked more peaceful than before. 
       
       Graff, on the other hand was positively shaking. He swallowed one more time, remembering the bitter taste that still lingered in his throat, and lifted himself off the gator’s cock. “W-were you thinking of me *and* mom?” He shivered, glaring at Brok and trying to reassure himself. “You pervert.” A chill ran up his body. He tried to push it away with some anger, but he couldn’t. He was still crying as he stared at the gator. 
       
       He was disgusted with himself, but there was nothing to be done about it now. He was still horny too somehow, especially when he thought about the taste. 
       
       “Damnit, shouldn’t post nut clarity set in already.” He groaned, rubbing his messy paw against his face. He was pretty sure he’d cum twice tonight. The delay was starting to piss him off. Still groaning, he stood up and walked back to his room, practically throwing himself into bed. “I can’t believe I just did that. What is wrong with me…” He grumbled the rest of the night, eventually passing out, falling into a restless sleep. 
       
       Brok, for his part, got the best rest he had in years. For once, he woke up without feeling stiff or frightened. In fact, he woke up feeling good enough to cook him and his son a nice breakfast. 
       
       Graff was hard to get out of bed that morning, but that was nothing unusual.