Briscoe on Briscoe

Two bodies collapse into eachother, the force of their meeting pushes them back into the cool, white-tiled wall. Behind them was the chaos, the frenzy and the aftermath of their wrestling match. Before them was the quiet, empty locker room, framed with wooden benches along each wall, a tiled doorframe leading to the showers. Clothing didn't even have time to be removed as they stumbled through, such was the fast pace.

"M'sorry I hit ya so hard."

"Me too."

Brief sentences, spoken hurridley as lips parted. Just enough time to speak and breathe before they clashed together once more. Bandanas that had been clutched tightly in their hands now dropped to the floor in abandon, birthplace and heritage thrown to the ground without thought, in favour of more skin on skin contact.
Leather boots scuffed against each other as they tripped over themselves to get into that small shower room, nothing but small grunts and gruff whispers filling the air.

Two bodies pressed tightly against each other, the shape and build almost identical, only the tattooed markings distinguished one from the other. The thud as skin met wall once again sounded, and continued alternatley as they took turns to flip the other over,accompanying each turn with a heavy, urgent kiss.

"Yer steppin' on me, dumbass."

"Yer steppin' on me too, idiot."

Affectionate name-calling echoed off the painted white walls, a bond shared between two. A familiar bond that was twisted into this carnal sexual aggression. A shower curtain was ripped aside and both Briscoes tumbled inside the confined space, lips locked, hands grasping fabric, grasping skin, anything in reach. The fatigue that came with wrestling a 30 min match was still present in their limbs as they entwined, taking a brief moment to lean tiredly into one another. Mark's head rested perfectly in the crook of his older brothers neck as they rested for a few seconds, feeling Jay's quickened heartbeat on the skin of his own chest. His right hand dropped to trace lazy patterns around his abdomen.

"Think I did alright?" He murmured against Jay's shoulder.

"You always do, you're a crazy motherfucka, Mark," His brother said in an amused tone, hooking both his arms around his back.

Mark shut his eyes briefly and smiled," Jus' checkin' is all."

The comfortable silence was broken as a deep growl sounded from Jay's throat, a direct response to his brothers tracing fingers slipping underneath the waistband of his ringshorts.The sluggish movement of his curled fingers caused him to groan breathlessley, in both frustration and arousal.He felt Mark's lips press lightly around the juncture of his neck.He bit gently at the flushing skin.

"Ya...Ya wanna move those fingers a little faster..huh?" Jay said between his teeth, feeling Mark grin widely against his skin.

The fingers slid upwards to loosen the elastic, and the black and white trunks fell lightly to his feet without a sound. They resumed their movement only a fraction quicker than before. Jay was about to punch him for teasing too much when the hand left it's place, and his brother was slowly kneeling down below him. Warm lips replaced the lingering fingers.Jay's head tilted back as a wet tongue darted out to taste him. He softly moaned. Marks big eyes looked upwards as he dragged his tongue along his hard length, gently flicking over the tip before drawing it back gradually into his hot mouth. His cheeks hollowed as he worked a little faster, one hand keeping a steady hold on the base, the other hand working to loosen his own ringshorts, reaching inside to slide over his own arousal.

"Shit, Mark..." Jay growled under his breath, his skin tingling all over as his brother sucked on him attentively. He felt Mark moan around him and his hips bucked of their own accord. He glanced downwards, watching as he jerked himself roughly in rythmn with the actions his mouth was performing. His breathing was becoming erratic now, and he placed his hands on the top of Mark's head, trying to draw his attention with anything other than words. They weren't working very well at the moment.
Another moan left his brothers lips around his shaft and he gasped, his head falling back again to meet the shower wall.

"..'ey..." He managed, his hands pushing softly," 'Ey...M..Mark... H..Hold up, boy."

Mark stopped and looked up all wide-eyed and questioning. Reluctantly Jay guided his mouth off of him. Mark pouted briefly.

"...I ain't no boy, Jay," He said,"...You know that," He added slyly, sliding his fingers over himself with a smirk.

Jay stared down with lidded eyes and nodded," Yeah... I know that,baby. Not yet though, we gots plenty a time...Come on."

He offered his hand and pulled him up into his embrace once more, skin flush against skin. Mark leaned in, pressing his lips hard into his older brothers, rubbing himself up against him like a playful cat, coaxing more small moans from his mouth as they kissed. Jay lazily sucked on his tongue as it slid into his mouth, and placed both his hands around Mark's bare hips.Mark's hands splayed flat over Jay's chest as he melted into his touch, and, when they parted, began to nip lightly around his neck and collarbone. Jay grunted under the biting teeth of his brother,feeling his hard cock slide against his own. His hands move to smooth over his ass and he licked a trail around his earlobe.

"Mark,baby, turn around... I can't wait no longer..." He said breathlessley deep into his ear.

"Me Neither..."Mark shuddered as the breathe tickled him, and twisted in his arms, turning his head to catch his lips once more over his shoulder.

Jay held him round his waist with one arm, his other hand gently pressing two fingers over Mark's soft lips. He drew them into his mouth with his tongue and began to suck on them hungrily. There was that hot moan again, vibrating around his fingertips, his baby brother was so expressive and he loved it. When he was happy he'd wetted them enough he slid them out and moved them downwards. Mark held onto the arm around his waist as he bent forward, his other arm leaning on the opposite wall to keep him steady. He gave a small gasp as he felt the fingers press up inside him, forcing his muscles to contract around them. He gave a shallow breath and focused on relaxing as Jay added another finger, slowly starting a careful rhythm. A minute or so later the fingers were removed. Mark heard Jay spit, preparing himself more with his own saliva, and then bit hard on his lip as he began to push inside him. It still took a LOT of getting used to, even after all this time. He breathed hard outwards, his fingers gripping around his brothers arm as he took him slowly inch by inch.

"You good?" Jay asked, holding himself still to give him a moment to adjust.

Mark's head dropped down to stare at the floor. He shut his eyes and nodded." ...Y..Yeah."

Jay sensed his apprehension, and waited a few more minutes for his brothers sake.He thrust short and quick into him, and Mark moaned in surprise, his arm almost giving way in front of him. He repositioned his hand again, and lifted his head up as Jay began a slower, deeper thrusting motion, gripping his hip with one hand. Each thrust was met with a low grunt from Mark, and gradually he began to push back onto Jay in rhythm as he quickened. The flicker of pain was still there, but it had since been bathed in a wash of tingling pleasure, sometimes shooting through him as Jay bumped over his prostate.

"J...Jay," He heard himself groan almost intelligabley as the feeling intensified through his body, hitting every nerve. Jay's thrusts had morphed into short, piston-like pumps, and he watched through flickering eyelids as Mark's head leaned up against the wall, bumping back and forward with the force. His arms were shaking with the pressure of holding himself up, and his fingers were sliding with sweat.

Jay's arm slid back from around his waist and his fingers took a hold of Mark's weeping erection, using the pre-cum as lubricant he began to jerk him along with his thrusts.Mark's mouth hung open as he gasped aloud, trying to handle the double stimulation.His eyes screwed shut as he moaned along with each stroke, with each thrust. His arms were tiring now, and his legs trembled beneath him. It took only a few more hard thrusts from his brother, and then he was gasping short breathes as he came hard, splashing white and clear over Jay's still stroking fingers. Jay milked him dry as cum dripped to the floor over his knuckles, sliding down his forearm. Finally he let go of the now sensitive skin and continued to pump into him, keeping up the rough pace until he came with a low grunt, spilling inside Mark who slid bonelessly to the floor, his muscles acheing and chest heaving. He pulled gently out.

"Jay, my legs ain't movin;..." Mark slurred tiredly, shifting to pull himself to a sitting position.He winced as he did so.

"Least we don't have to go far to clean up this mess," Jay grinned, clearing their ringshorts as he reached upwards to twist the nozzle on the shower.

Both Briscoes let out a contented sigh as the warm water fell down onto their tingling skin. Jay sat back opposite Mark and pulled his younger brother back into his arms affectionatley, the water washing away the evidence of their encounter.


*

"Dammit, those weird-ass Briscoes are at it again," Davey sighed as he noticed the discarded bandanas in the entrance to the showers. He felt a pair of arms encircle his waist and leaned back into them.

"That's alright... We can shower in the hotel room," Roddy said suggestively with a grin.

Davey turned in his arms and returned the smirk, taking his partners hand as they grabbed their bags and headed back out of the locker room.


End.


Now, begone from my mind evil Briscoe slash!*sends away*