My Baby Boy

Chapter 23 unexplainable events

⚠️ warning!⚠️  Little bit of smut.

'Third person pov'

Jack has been awaiting Dracula's arrival for nearly an hour. He was tired, and very dirty from the days events.
Grabbing his towel and toothbrush, jack padded into the bathroom. It was extremely clean, not a speck of dirt. Towels folded neatly on the shelf. Shampoos and conditioners were arranged in alphabetical order on the lower shelf.
The mirror was as clear as crystal.
Jack had to wonder when had his brother gotten the time to clean it.
He was always so tidy and well kept in every aspect. His clothes were neat, his hair, his everything down to the last bit of detail. Which is why it has been concluded, that he is a control freak.
    Jack stripped off of his clothes and got into the shower, turning it on to let the hot water sprinkle down his head and cascade down his back. He exhaled, feeling more relaxed as the water washed away his worries and troubled mind.

  That was when he heard the bedroom door open. Then there was footsteps.
Jack was midway through washing his hair, just as the bathroom door started to open. He held in a breath. Crap! Is he like blind or something?!

Jack hurriedly wash out his hair hair, but soap got into his eye, making them burn.
   "Ow!" He rubbed his eyes, but it only wosened, getting him more irritated.
"Ah! Fuck!" He looked up to the shower head, letting it fall into his face.

    "What's going on in there, jack?"

He peered through his good eye. The silhouette of dracula could be seen through the curtains. Jack wondered if his silhouette was visible too.
    " Soap got in my eye," he continues to rub at it, then let's out a groan when it begins to burn once again.
   "Don't rub it, silly. You're supposed to use a clean rag." The curtains begins to slide, an jack panicked.
    "Don't come inside! I-i'm naked!"
Dracula chuckled, the sound gave him goosebumps and shivers.
    "I'm aware of that bit. Come, I'll help."
Jack pressed his back against the cool wall, shaking his head. With his eyes closed, his already great senses were heightened. He could smell dracula, as though he were a mere inch from him. The subtle scent of masculinity, mixed with the sandalwood. Jack felt like he was going to pass out from the intensity of it, which was so frightening.
    "A-are you inside?" He inquired, suddenly feeling self-conscious, and maybe thinking that one hand on his chest and the other covering his
crotch wasn't nearly enough to hide himself from dracula.
    "There's no need for that, I've seen you naked more times than one." Dracula was just a mere inches from him. His breath was literally fanning jacks forehead.
   "Uhm... " It felt so weird, to just be in the same place as drack, and be naked. It's a good thing he couldn't see at the moment.
And it's also a good thing that dracula was fully clothed.
Jack felt his head being lifted by a finger under his chin. Through his eyes—which he managed to peep through—he could make out Dracula's face, though it was only a blur.
   A wet rag dabbed at his eyes, and he felt a cool wind.
    Dracula released his chin. "You can open your eyes." Dracula said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. The touch felt strange.
  Probably because he haven't had anyone touch him in any kind of way.
    His eyes slowly fluttered open. "Thank you." He was grateful for his brothers help. . . And even more grateful that he hadn't stumbled over his words.
The fact that dracula was inside of the bathroom with him—while he was nude— made him feel strange things.
Dracula nodded,"Your welcome." He turned to leave, but jack reached his hand out, grabbing his sleeve.
   Dracula turned to him, and for a moment, he just stared, his eyes seemed to be roaming every inch of jacks body, from his neck to his. . . Jack hurriedly covered his exposed parts, abashed. His face flushed.
   He hadn't realized he'd exposed himsel when he reached out to drack.
   Dracula's gaze seemed so intense, jack felt like they were boring a hole into his head.
His red eyes were smoldering and mysterious, as always, but this time, it was heated with desire and. . . Lust?
   This is scary... Dracula has never looked at him like this before. What is going on?
Jack went to say, "Are you alr-
   But before he could complete his sentence, he was being roughly pressed up against the cool bathroom wall.
     He gasped, taken by complete surprise at this sudden action.
    "Dracula!" He wriggled in his hold, but it was futile. His brother was as strong as a thousand bears put into one.
His strength was powerful, making jack feel weak and helpless.
   Before he knew it, drack had grabbed him and slammed their mouths together, the kiss demanding, fierce and cruel. Jack involuntarily parted his lips, held onto his collar tightly. What is happening? Jack asked himself. He wasn't letting his mouth be abused by his strict older bother, while his hand groped and spread his butt cheeks.
   Jacks face was even redder than a tomato. He couldn't explain what was happening, it all felt unreal.
Dracula's mouth against his, kissing down to his neck, making him shiver. It wasn't real. He is dreaming. Yeah, that's what this is. One of his unexplainable dreams.
   "Turn around," dracula growled, then roughly turns him around, not even waiting for an answer.
      It was really happening.
      Jack bit the inside of his cheek when Dracula's finger circled his twitching hole. Then there was something wet pressing against his hole. Jack went rigid. A tongue. Dracula was licking his hole.
      Flushing, jack whispered, "What are you doing—this feels weird—” And strange. 
Jack, unsure of this form of pleasure, tried to wiggle away from dracula’s, but Dracula just gripped his buttocks hard and, spreading his cheeks,
forced his tongue in.
         "Are you craz—mmm…"  jack’s protests turned into a long moan as Dracula fucked his hole with his tongue, delving deeper and deeper, again and again, until it wasn’t deep enough. Jack groaned and started pushing back on the tongue, wanting more, needing more, his hole twitching hungrily around the tongue. He whimpered, pushing his ass higher. It was dirty and obscene, and so very wrong, but he loved it. Distantly, he wondered what his father would say if he saw him now, writhing on his most favorite son’s tongue like a—like a slut. He flushed at the thought, but he
couldn’t stop doing it—just as he couldn’t stop needy whimpers.
“Please.” He wanted to come. He wanted something deeper in him. The tongue felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough. “More.”
Suddenly, the tongue was gone.
Jack panted heavily, hole twitching and empty.
    He looked over his shoulder, to find that Dracula, was already on his way out of the shower, before he throws over his shoulder,
        "Wash off, boy. Don't come out until you're thoroughly clean." That was all he said before jack heard the slam of a door.
  What had just happened? Jack thought, breathlessly. He hadn't felt pleasure like that before. Even if he tried, it wouldn't feel so good.
   He sniffled, looking at his feet. A wave of embarrassment suddenly coming down over him. He couldn't explain why he liked being touch by his brother, nor why he allowed it to continue.

I'm in real deep shit. Thanks a lot, you unreadable bastard!

Sorry, if it was cringey. . . Or was I the only one cringed while I wrote it.

It's been a while since I've written smut, so... Yeah.

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