Bored

Harold and Kevin sighed as they sat in their bedroom, bored and alone.

“Hey, Harold?” Kevin whispered, feeling low. “I’m bored again.”

Harold nodded and they both moaned and groaned at the same time as they fell backwards onto their bed. Harold rolled over and stared at his lover, who was only in his pants, as was a usual custom for Kevin before bedtime. Harold scooted closer and stroked his hand up and down Kevin’s abs.

“How come you’re so strong?” Harold wondered, annoyed.

“I’m not strong, I’m skinny.”

Harold licked Kevin’s neck up to his ear. Kevin shivered at how slimy Harold’s tongue was, but oh, how good it felt. Kevin moaned his lover’s name and Harold smiled and licked Kevin’s jawline, going all the way to his chin, then leaning forward, dragged it to Kevin’s lips and part his lips and stuck his tongue inside.

Yes, this was true boredom, and how else were the Roberts twins supposed to get through it?

“Harold, what if mom and dad come home?” Kevin whined as Harold climbed on top of his twin.

Harold smirked sadistically. “You’re at my mercy, not theirs.”

Kevin smiled and whispered, “Show me NO mercy.”

The older boys hands wandered down to the young boys zipper and began to slowly slide the pants off of him.

“Alright then, doll, don’t expect me to listen to your cries,” Harold cackled.

Kevin blushed and held his breath as in a matter of minutes he lay with his lover in his bed, both of them completely bare.

Harold grinned and licked Kevin’s neck, getting a well earned moan from the younger sibling. The younger boy kept groaning his lover’s name, asking for him to stop. Of course, Kevin didn’t want Harold to stop, but the rush he gained was just enough for him to complain. Of course, Harold had already said he was going to give no mercy, so now Kevin had to deal with whatever Harold threw at him. No matter how painful it may be.

Harold’s hand wandered up and down Kevin’s body, stroking the constant soft patch of skin.

“Harold!” Kevin moaned, struggling under Harold’s weight. “Stop!”

Harold grinned and licked Kevin’s neck and moved down his chest, stopping to nuzzle Kevin’s soft skin. The younger twin used lotion daily, so he was naturally smoother than his older lover, Kevin was kind of girly, so he liked feeling as pretty as possible, and besides, Harold enjoyed Kevin more when he thought of Kevin as more of a girl than a lover. Harold brought his waist closer to Kevin’s and Kevin’s face burned a bright, embarassing red as he squealed Harold’s name again, a bit more of a whine to his voice.

“Shhh,” Harold cooed. “It’ll only hurt worse.”

Kevin struggled and wriggled again, his face blushing madly, and Harold’s skin on his not helping much. Harold silenced him with his mouth and moved his tongue around in Kevin’s mouth, silencing Kevin’s constantly wriggling tongue with his own, a forceful tongue that wouldn’t leave Kevin’s mouth. Harold stopped to breath for a moment.

“Harold…” Kevin whined again as soon as Harold’s tongue left his mouth. This was enough of information for Harold and he re-entered Kevin’s mouth, soothing and massaging every little indent he could find in that perfect little mouth.

Harold laughed and removed his tongue again.

“So, Kevin… since you were bored first, what do you think I should do next?” Harold teased.

“I-I don’t…” Kevin began to stutter when Harold rubbed his leg against Kevin’s. “Ah! Harold!”

“Oh! I know what you mean!” Harold teased as he began to close the distance between their waists.

“That’s not funny! You did that on purpose!”

Harold smirked and entered Kevin’s mouth again and used one hand to pull Kevin’s waist up so that they collided heavily, and Harold pushed down harder on Kevin’s waist, almost no way they could possibly get any closer. Kevin moaned the moment Harold left his mouth cold, and alone.

“Don’t stop,” Kevin scowled. “You can’t do that after getting me all worked up!”

“You’re at MY mercy, Kevin. Not theirs, not your own, mine,” Harold reminded Kevin.

Kevin blushed and closed his eyes and nodded in agreement. He remembered, he was just annoyed that Harold’d stopped, he didn’t want Harold to stop. Kevin moved his waist, as it was still skin tight against Harold.

“Ah!” Harold yipped. “Kevin! I was trying to listen, I thought I hear someone!”

“Oh…”

Harold decided to ignore it and he smiled at Kevin.

“Oh no…”

“Oh yes,” Harold laughed. “Do what I taught you.”

Kevin rolled his eyes, Harold had to take credit for everything. Of course, this was all Harold’s joy and doing, because Kevin could NEVER train Harold to have sex the right way. It annoyed Kevin how arrogant his lover could be at times. Kevin rolled over onto his stomach, and he layed there like that for a few minutes, the bed covers over him, feeling cold and lonely. He was cursing his lover in his mind. This was supposed to relieve boredom, not create MORE!

“Back,” Harold’s voice finally came as the pressure came back onto his legs. “Did you miss me?”

Kevin cussed lightly under his breath, but none-the-less, he nodded his head.

“Oh yes, I missed you a lot, big lover.”

Harold smiled and shut Kevin up when Harold began rubbing some ointment into him. Kevin blushed and held his breath, this part always made him queasy. After awhile, as usual, Kevin got used to it and even started to fall asleep to the rythmic rubbing of Harold’s hands. Then the rubbing ceased and Karou dreaded what he knew would follow. He dreaded this part the most, but he loved it the most.

Harold began speaking soft words the moment he had started this routine.

Remember, this is to stop the boredom, Kevin reminded himself as the pain reached him. He groaned and moaned, for it hurt so dearly. Kevin was yelling at Harold, telling him to stop, but Harold wasn’t about to anytime soon.

“Shh, it’s okay, Kevin,” Harold groaned himself.

Yes, it was all for the sake of entertainment.

Harold’s thrusts began going faster and faster, and Kevin’s grip on the pillows increased.

“Ah, ah! Harold!” Kevin squeaked. “Stop! It hurts.”

Harold only smiled and Kevin could hear Harold’s breath as it was increasingly heavy, it must’ve been a burden. Kevin braced himself as Harold quickened, and Kevin found himself wishing it would stop. After a while, Kevin embraced the pain and he’d gotten used to it.

Suddenly, it stopped and Harold collapsed next to Kevin, both of them “wet” and sweaty.

Harold huffed, “Wow, that was amazing…”

Kevin laughed, “Yeah, we should be bored more often.”

“MY EYES!” Came a shriek from the door. The two exhasted boys turned to see Tom at the door, covering his eyes. “My eyes! My BEAUTIFUL eyes!”

The twins laughed and pulled the blanket around them with all the strength they had left.

“What can I say? Kevin’s fun to play with,” Harold laughed.

“We were bored,” Kevin explained.

Tom rubbed his temples, “Oh, I can tell…”

Tom learned a lesson, always keep the twins busy to avoid something life scarring.