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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Metalocalypse
  Relationship:
      Pickles_the_Drummer/Seth
  Character:
      Pickles_the_Drummer, Seth_(Metalocalypse)
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Drug_Use, Fluff_and_Smut, Trans_Male_Character
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-20 Words: 1955
****** Brotherly Bonding ******
by treequeer
Summary
     In another time and place, maybe Pickles and Seth could have gotten
     along. Pickles is 15, Seth is 17, and this is consensual. The year is
     1993.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Pickles didn't consider himself all that bad. He just liked to relax, get high,
have some alone time, and right now was the perfect time for that. His parents
had gone out of town, leaving him in his older brothers care, and Seth was out
doing whatever the fuck he did in his free time. So, Pickles lit a stick of
incense, laid back on his bed, and lit up one of the joints he'd been keeping
stashed for a day just like this.
The sight of smoke spilling from his mouth was just as relaxing as the feeling
the pot was giving him. He leaned over, turning on his music and relaxing more
into the sheets as he puffed on the joint. Pickles closed his eyes, humming
along to the sweet sound of Poison as the high started to loosen his limbs. His
music was loud, and he was pretty much fully concentrated on it, the fingers on
his free hand tapping along to the beat on his stomach. He felt hot, so he sat
up, shimmying out of his jeans and tossing them aside before pulling off his
shirt. He opened his eyes for a moment, looking down at himself and wiggling a
little. Now he was just in his boxers, so he relaxed again, laying back on the
bed and closing his eyes.
Pickles chewed on his lip as he puffed on the joint, finishing it out and
dropping it into an empty soda bottle. He sat up, opening his bedside drawer
and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, plucking one out of the pack and lighting
it. The music and the high was enough to make him lose himself, let his mind
wander as he smoked. He wondered when Seth would be home, if he had enough time
to.... Pickles was sure he'd be fine, now that he thought about it, letting his
free hand trail up his stomach, to his chest, tweaking one of his nipples. His
mind almost always went to his brother when he was like this, high and horny,
the fantasy sneaking in from the depths of his brain. Seth and him getting
high, or drinking, and then something happens where they're a little to close,
their lips meeting, and then it gets blurry.
In Pickles' mind it changed every time, sometimes it was gentle, sometimes it
was rough, but Seth always ended up inside him. Pickles opened his eyes,
noticing his hand shoved in his boxers, rubbing at his clit, already wet. His
cigarette had gone out, the leftover ash on his bed. He tossed the butt of the
cigarette in the bottle along with the end of the joint, his heart slamming in
his chest as he really got to work at rubbing his clit, his eyes closing again
as he concentrated on getting off, the image of him riding Seth, of his brother
bending him over and fucking him running through his head.
He knew he could be loud, but nobody was home, so Pickles decided to himself
get into it, moaning out Seth's name and swearing. "Fuck, big bro..." he
whined, arching his back and sliding a finger into himself, his free hand
finding his chest again to yank and twist at his nipples. He didn't hear the
door open downstairs, or the sound of Seth coming up the stairs. He just kept
working, whining loudly, fingering himself and thinking about his brother
inside him, the high making him get lost in the feeling.
Seth was just about to knock on Pickles' door, make him share his weed that the
older could smell as easy as anything, when he heard the sound of breathy moans
coming from his little brothers room. He stopped dead in his tracks, pressing
his ear to the door just to be sure. Yeah, that was definitely Pickles moaning.
No way. Seth couldn't bring himself to back away from the door, instead just
staying there, listening.
Pickles was none the wiser, moaning loudly and pressing in another finger,
imagining how it would feel if it really was Seth inside him. He knew it was
fucked up, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. "Fuck,
Seth, harder...." he whined, squeezing his breast as he worked harder, trying
desperately to bring himself to his edge. He was trying to work fast, make it
so nobody would hear him. "Shit, yeah..."
Seth couldn't believe what he was hearing, something in him felt like it broke
when he heard his name from Pickles' lips like that. It's like his body was on
auto-pilot, opening the door so he could see what was happening. His mouth fell
open at the sight, Pickles sprawled on his bed, touching himself, almost
completely naked, and saying his name. "Holy shit..." he murmured, his eyes
wide as he walked closer. Pickles' eyes flew open, his hands moving quickly
from where they were to cover his chest as he looked up at his brother. "Oh,
fuck, shit, I..." he murmured, his voice quiet, small.
Seth took this as his opportunity, his lips curling into a smirk as he looked
down at his baby brother. "Hey li'l bro, lookin' damn good. Y'know, if you
wanted somethin', you coulda told me a while ago..." he said, sitting on the
edge of his brothers bed and running a hand up his thigh. "Keep goin'."
Pickles whined at the feeling of Seth's hand on his thigh, his eyes wide as he
moved one of his hands back to his chest, teasing one of his nipples as he
pressed his hips forward. "Yeah? You wanna get in on the action instead of just
watchin'?" he asked, chewing on his lip as he looked his brother in the eye.
The response to this was Seth standing up, tugging off his shirt and kicking
off his jeans before settling in over Pickles. Seth leaned in, his movement
almost tentative, as he pressed a kiss to the others lips, disbelief in the
whole situation in his stomach. Pickles couldn't help but whine and moan
against his brothers lips, arching up against him and grinding their hips
together.
The feeling of Pickles kissing him back and grinding against him had Seth fully
hard as he slid his hands over his brothers body. He moved his hands to grope
at Pickles' tits, pinching his nipples as he flicked his tongue against the
others lips. Pickles gasped, parting his lips and scratching his short nails
over Seth's back. This was so good, feeling how hard Seth was, how eagerly he
was responding to everything, and Pickles just wanted more. He slid his hands
lower, tugging on Seth's boxers, trying to get them off. Seth broke the kiss,
smirking down at the other and licking his lips. He shifted back on his knees,
wiggling out of his boxers before pulling on Pickles'. The younger man lifted
his lips, letting Seth strip him of his boxers and expose him fully.
Pickles wiggled his hips as he looked up at his brother, batting his eyelashes
and moving a hand between his legs to rub at his clit, trying to entice Seth.
All of this was so wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to care. The way Seth's
eyes followed his hand down between his legs before looking back into his eyes
made Pickles shiver. Pickles let his eyes wander, from Seth's face, down his
torso, to his cock. His brother was hard, seemed as eager as Pickles was, and
more than anything Pickles wanted the other inside him, right now.
"Big bro, do you wanna fuck me?" he hummed, looking back up at Seth's face as
he spread his legs a little wider. Seth nodded, shifting to run his hands over
Pickles' thighs, grind himself against the others dripping pussy, just teasing
him for now. Pickles groaned, his hands moving to grip onto Seth's shoulders,
his heart hammering in his chest from the anticipation. Seth shifted just
enough then, the head of his cock sliding inside of his little brother.
Seth groaned low in his throat at the feeling, leaning to tuck his face into
Pickles' neck as he slowly started to rock his hips. "Shit, li'l bro, how long
you been wantin' this, huh?" he murmured, pressing kisses and nipping at the
others soft skin. "Couldn'ta just fuckin' told me? We coulda been doin' this
years ago..." Every movement of his hips had him deeper inside of Pickles, the
wet heat engulfing his cock and making him want even more.
"So fuckin' long, didn't think you'd go for it, shit..." Pickles whined, his
response breathy as his rocked his hips up against Seth. "Feels so damn good
havin' you inside me, fuck, please, harder..." he moaned, holding onto the
other and tilting his head back. His eyes were squeezed shut as he let himself
enjoy the feeling, finally able to have what he'd wanted for so long. Seth was
quick to respond, his movements getting faster, harder, eager to please his
little brother, give him what he wanted.
Pickles really couldn't get enough, his nails digging into Seth's back as the
other fucked him, feeling his orgasm approaching fast. "Fuck, big bro, I'm
gonna cum, I'm gettin' real damn close, don't stop...!" he gasped, clinging
onto his brother with everything he had. Seth only moved harder, eager to make
his little brother cum. He wedged a hand between them, rubbing at Pickles'
clit, getting towards his edge himself as he tried to make Pickles cum first.
Seth's efforts were enough to push Pickles over the edge, his eyes going wide
and his back arching as he came around Seth's cock, his nails digging in hard
to the others back. "Fuck yes, big bro!" he cried, squeezing around his
brothers cock with his orgasm. The feeling made Seth groan, his own orgasm
hitting him hard as he pushed deep into Pickles, clinging onto the younger
teen. "Shit, Pickles!" he groaned lowly, holding onto the other tightly as he
filled him up.
The moments after they both came and they were coming down from orgasm felt
like a different world for both of them, the air in the room smelled like sex
and smoke and sweetness from the incense. Pickles was panting, clinging onto
Seth as he felt his brothers cum inside him. "Holy fuck..." he murmured, not
wanting to let go, afraid Seth would just get up and leave. "Yeah, holy
fuck..." Seth responded, shifting to pull out of Pickles and lay next to him on
the bed, panting and trying to catch his breath.
Seth looked over at his little brother, moving to stroke through Pickles' hair.
Pickles turned on his side, pressing himself against his brother and kissing at
his chest. "Hey, don't go, please, okay?" he murmured, chewing on his lip.
"You're not gonna like, tell anyone right, about this?" he added, his tone a
little nervous, his anxiety setting in and making him scared. Seth shook his
head, continuing to pet through the others hair and wrapping his other arm
around his younger brother. "Nah, 'm not gonna tell anyone, and we can figure
out the resta whatever the fuck this is later. I'm fuckin' tired right now, so
let's nap, okay?" he said, pulling the other flush against him and nuzzling
into his hair.
Pickles let himself relax, nodding a little into the others chest and closing
his eyes. "Yeah, yeah okay, sounds good..." he replied, wrapping his arms
around Seth and yawning, feeling the high and exercise set in. He was tired,
and sleep sounded good, so he let himself drift away, curled away and feeling
safe in his older brothers arms.
End Notes
     thanks for reading my fucked up incest fic! hope you liked it, i just
     got tired of seeing nothing but noncon content for this pairing so
     here's my contribution to the fandom. probably gonna write more of
     these two at some point, but heres something for now
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