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Music blared in Lucerys’ bedroom. Photos of his family and friends, taken on various polaroid and film cameras, decorated the walls, and Lucerys was sat in front of his mirror attempting to apply mascara. He kept poking himself in the eye.

“Rhaena,” he shouted down the hallway. “Rhaena!”

“What?” yelled a distant voice.

“I need your help!”

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“I need your help!” he shouted again, louder.

She appeared at his door like a mirage. Half dressed-up for the club they were going to, she had on a dusky pink top that was tight on the torso but floaty around the arms (Lucerys couldn’t really say what he was looking at, other than it looked good), but still wore an old pair of sport shorts.

“Literally what do you want. I’m trying to finish my makeup.” Rhaena’s eyelids so far were a shimmery pink with white marks dotted around.

“Me too,” Lucerys bemoaned. “It’s not going well, Rhaena! This was a stupid idea. I feel stupid.”

It was ridiculous how a few errors with a mascara wand made him feel like sobbing. Rhaena sighed and sat on the floor next to him.

“It’s not a stupid idea,” she said, taking the mascara from him. “It’ll work! He’s on the edge, I can tell.”

“You only know that because Baela told you,” Lucerys muttered, turning his eyes to the ceiling so Rhaena could swipe the wand over his lashes.

“Same difference. You should’ve just gone for it.”

“I can’t. What if he says no? I’d never be able to show my face in front of the family again. I’d be exiled.”

“Sexiled,” Rhaena said unhelpfully.

“Sexiled!” Lucerys wailed dramatically. “What did Baela actually say, anyway? Word for word, please.”

“First of all, you’re insane, why do you always need to know everything everyone says? Secondly, she said it was vibes.”

“Vibes,” Lucerys echoed flatly. “I’m risking it all, and all she has to say is vibes?!”

“Maybe you should reconsider trying to seduce your brother then.”

“No.” He’s been in love with Jacaerys for years – ever since he was born, it feels like – and has been plotting with Rhaena for the past few months. Jace’s dick will be his.

“By the Seven, you could do with sounding less disturbing.” Shit. He hadn’t realised he said that out loud. He cast Rhaena a hopefully disarming smile. She didn’t look convinced.

She rolled her eyes, moving to stand. “I’ve got something for you to wear, hang on.” She swiftly fetched something from her room, then returned and threw it at Lucerys. It hit him in the face before he caught it.

He looked dubiously at the top, a small, black thing. Entirely too small. “I don’t think this will fit.”

“It stretches,” said Rhaena. “Now stop arguing.”

Half an hour later they were bundled into a taxi and on their way to the bar, despite the copious amount of shots they had taken while getting ready. Lucerys had decided to match Rhaena and wore pale pink trousers and a white button-up over the top she had given him. The top was slightly too small, but he found he liked the tight feeling of it.

“Ooooh,” came from beside him, Rhaena looking at her phone. “The Jult’s going off.”

“Let me see,” he demanded, sliding up next to her. He peered down at the notifications.

Jult was the name of a ridiculous group chat Rhaena was in, and Lucerys used her to spy on its goings on as he had been kicked out. Apparently, some of the non-Valyrian members had found it, quote unquote, ‘weird’ that Lucerys was in it. In his opinion, it was his divine right to be the admin of the Jult, which obviously stood for ‘Jace’s Cult’.

As per the name, all members wanted to fuck (or had fucked) Jacaerys. Jarem had been another contender (Jace’s Harem, obviously) but some had objected. Originally it had started as a side family group chat – Helaena, Baela, Rhaena, Daeron, and Lucerys had started it one summer to thirst over his brother. Aegon then forced his way in, despite his claims of he and Helaena being ‘very dedicated’ to each other. Aemond sometimes was in it, although Lucerys had regularly booted him out when he pissed him off.

Now that they were older, Jacaerys’ exes slash simps slash ‘brother in Faith’ had been added. Currently the roster was; Baela, Rhaena, Cregan, Addam, and Daeron (had fucked); Helaena, Aegon, Aemond, Alyn, and Nettles (had not fucked). ‘Fucked’, of course, was a loose term – the Jult also accepted ‘did bits with’. Lucerys was still a member in spirit. Alyn, Lucerys was sure, was only in it to try and get closer to Baela. Aegon claimed he had slept with Jacaerys, but the group required official confirmation from Jace to acknowledge it.

Lucerys knew it was true, though. Unfortunately. One family get-together, before the serious insults started flying, Lucerys stumbled across Jace and Aegon in an abandoned bedroom, Aegon’s mouth working wetly over the bulge in Jace’s boxers. Lucerys had fled to his own room, his hand worming its way into his trousers.

He’d been frothing with jealousy, almost as much as when Rhaena revealed she got with Jace. She had asked Jacaerys to be the one to take her virginity – she trusted him, and would prefer a fun, quick night. To be fair, she and Lucerys had tried, only to find he was a very much dicks-only kind of guy.

Lucerys had slept around, too, but for whatever reason his boyfriends never got past the ‘meet the family’ stage. Not that he was complaining, it left him free to fantasise about his brother in peace. Less chance of any embarrassing name slip-ups during sex, which had only happened twice anyway.

The Jult chat’s prime purpose was to send Jace’s thirst traps to each other. The current notifications, however, were blurry pictures from Addam captioned DICKPRINT!!!!!

Lucerys and Rhaena squinted at the photos.

Rhaena replied.

ive seen better, but i did live w the guy

drunk aegon: schlong

drunk aegon: hehe yea get better pics ADDAM

¬ addam replied to you: DO NOT remind me

¬ addam replied to drunk aegon: I never see you contributing anything ??

drunk aegon: contributre THIS

cregan: Please don’t send us a dickpic.

pls dont

alyn: my camera roll is already traumatised from the other times aegon

baela: [picture]

netty: BAELA WITH THE GOOODDSSSSS

Lucerys stared at this picture, clearly taken when Jacaerys and Baela were getting ready. Jace was lying on a bed, face in his hands, unaware of the camera. He was shirtless and his old grey sweatpants were sitting temptingly low on his hips. Lucerys noticed that Jace was wearing the ring he got for him, as he always did. Something pleased curled in Lucerys’ gut.

“Check who’s seen it.”

Rhaena sighed, but swiped on the photo. As Lucerys suspected. Aemond was lurking in the groupchat. Creepy motherfucker.

alyn: i could’ve driven you B you don’t gotta rely on him

cregan: simp

addam: simp

simp

helaena: simp

netty: simp

baela: simp

luke also says simp

helaena: hi lucerys <3

addam: LUKE!!!!

netty: hello brotherfucker

Lucerys wrestled Rhaena’s phone from her hands.

i havent even fucked him???? wheres this energy for helaena, the ACTUAL brotherfucker in the group???!?

netty: unprovoked??

YOU PROVOKED ME

helaena: i don’t mind nettles 😊 at least one of us has gotten what we want

Lucerys cry-reacted to that message.

cregan: Can we not talk about incest. I don’t like to think about you guys too much.

baela: besides its not like aegon has a thirst gc about him

addam: yeah his personality ruins his regretably nice face. Slimy yk

daeron: No need to be mean, Addam. Have some decorum.

addam: FUCK OFF DAERON U SAID U HAD THE CHAT ON MUTE

helaena: i like that hes slimy. like a toad <3

helaena: or perhaps a slug

a slug for sure

cregan: 🤢

¬ drunk aegon replied to drunk aegon: [picture]

alyn: OH MY GOD NOT THE DELAYED DIKPIC

addam: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

netty: every day i wake up and wish you @drunk aegon WERE DEAD

¬ helaena heart-reacted to drunk aegon

HELAENA DON’T ENCOURAGE HIMMM

cregan: I’m gonna be sick. This chat is getting muted. AGAIN.

alyn: could not agree more. MUTED

addam: and only the real ones were left 😔

addam: LUKE im hoping you get him

Lucerys started to type his thanks.

addam: send pic when u do 🫡

Actually, fuck Addam.

addam: we’re by the inside bar left booth btw

The taxi pulled around a corner to the final stretch of road. Lucerys could see the bar in the distance. His own phone buzzed, so he relinquished Rhaena’s.

Jacaerys’ face flashed on screen. Lucerys picked up the call, a happy and foolish feeling bubbling in his chest.

“Hey! We’re almost there, the cab’s pulling up now.”

“Good. You with Rhaena?”

“Yeah. Are you by the inside bar?”

“Yeah, just coming back from the toilet. Pretty sure Aegon was taking nudes in there. Are you wearing what I bought you?”

“Yes. Thanks, Jace.” He resisted the urge to cross his legs, to feel the lace shift against his soft cock.

“Sure. I know you like that kind of thing. See you in a bit.” Jacaerys hung up. Lucerys cursed Jace’s dogged dedication to seeming normal, even though buying lingerie for your little brother and asking if he was wearing it was decidedly abnormal.

They entered the bar, multicoloured lights flashing trance-like. Rhaena went over to their group while Lucerys headed to the bar.

As he took his second shot of tequila, he felt a large, hot hand settle at his waist. Sucking on the lime, he turned into the embrace to face his brother.

Jace smiled at him, so warm and affectionate that Lucerys felt dazzled. Lucerys licked the last of the lime juice from his lips.

“Thought you’d be wearing a skirt,” Jacaerys teased, tugging at the fabric of Lucerys’ trousers.

Lucerys’ heart fluttered victoriously at the idea Jace had thought about what he would be wearing. He shrugged, a coy smile on his lips as they curled over his straw.

“Why are you wearing your work shirt?” Lucerys asked in return, his thumb rubbing Jacaerys’ bicep where his sleeves had been rolled up. It was one of his official royal ones, black with red stitching and two golden three-headed dragons pinned to the lapels with a chain laying between them.

Jacaerys shrugged back, a mocking gesture. “Came straight from the small council meeting, didn’t have time to change.”

“More like you couldn’t be bothered.”

Jacaerys laughed. “Are you saying it looks bad?” His thumb massaged small circles into Lucerys’ waist.

“No, you look handsome. Princely, even.” Lucerys reached out and straightened Jacaerys’ already straight collar, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles.

“Ha ha.”

Suddenly their friends swarmed them. Jacaerys tugged him closer, so Lucerys’ back was tucked against his front. It was a small group tonight, only Lucerys, Jace, Rhaena, Baela, and Addam – Aegon had already disappeared, no doubt getting up to whatever heinous shit he usually did.

The rest ordered their drinks. Rhaena silently sniped at Lucerys to take his overshirt off, casting meaningful looks at Jacaerys that, luckily, no one saw.

Lucerys started to unbutton his shirt. The motion jostled Jace, who looked down at him questioningly.

“Hot,” Lucerys murmured, eyes on his brother’s mouth. Lucerys pulled his gaze away, meeting Jace’s dark eyes. His brother hummed and returned to his conversation with Baela.

He undid about half the buttons, and slipped the shirt off his shoulders so it rested in the crooks of his elbows. He left the cocoon of Jacaerys’ arms to order another drink.

Addam whistled low. “Nice window, Luke.” He reached out to poke at the patch of Lucerys’ skin showing. Lucerys winked.

“What?” said Jacaerys.

Lucerys turned to show his top. It was black, short-sleeved and tight, but across his chest there was a cut-out in the shape of a heart where, if he had tits, his chest would strain against. As it was, the window showed a tantalising slip of pale skin and at the right – or wrong – angle, a flash of his nipple.

“It’s a titty top!” exclaimed Baela, suddenly swinging into the conversation, drink slopping slightly over the rim of her glass. “I ordered some, but that one was too small for me or Rhaena, so I gave it to Luce.” She winked at him, then. “Looks good, doesn’t it Jace?”

Jacaerys grunted, eyes stubbornly fixed across the room as though he was searching the crowd.

“Let’s go dance!” Baela dragged Addam and Rhaena with her.

Jacaerys finally let his eyes drift back to Lucerys.

For a second Lucerys really thought, hoped, that Jace would do something, but in the darkly lit club Lucerys couldn’t tell if his brother’s dark eyes looked at his chest or not.

“Thought you were larger than the girls, these days,” Jace said instead.

For a long time Lucerys, Rhaena, and Baela could all share clothes, Lucerys rake-like enough not to stretch out their tops. Now he’s shot up slightly, filled out in the chest and arms a bit more.

Still a twink, Rhaena had assured him.

Does Jace even like twinks?! he had complained into one of her embroidered pillows. Rhaena had rolled her eyes.

Evidence suggests that Jace is pretty equal opportunity anyway.

“I am, Baela meant in the boob part.” He fingered the fabric of the heart, showing how little give it had.

Jace made a considering noise. He felt Jace’s hand settle on his waist again. Relief flooded through his body – Jace wasn’t irritated with him. “How was class?” Jace asked.

Lucerys launched into a tirade against his ‘The Body in Ancient Sothoryos’ professor. He finished his drink while speaking, empty glass clasped in his gesturing hand dangerously. When Jace lifted his beer bottle to his lips, Lucerys darted forward and stole a mouthful for himself.

Jacaerys rolled his eyes, but tilted the bottle so the liquid trickled into Lucerys’ mouth.

Lucerys made a face. “Tastes like piss.”

“It’s Mahou. You have no appreciation for it,” Jacaerys said, but there was a grin at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah, yeah. I don’t even know what you just said. If you want to talk beer, go find Aegon.”

“Rather not.” Jacaerys pulled him forward, arm around his waist as some girls jostled him on their way to the bar. “I think he’s on a mission to get the worst cocaine-concrete mix he can find.”

As the bar got more crowded, Lucerys had to step closer and closer into his brother. One arm came to rest on Jace’s shoulder while the other slithered between their fronts. He fiddled with Jacaerys’ belt loops as he admired the splay of multicoloured lights against Jace’s regal profile.

Jace smiled down at him, and Lucerys had to resist giving a dreamy sigh. From the quirk of Jacaerys’ eyebrows, he doesn’t think he really succeeded.

Jacaerys was explaining something, breath hot against Lucerys’ ear, equally hot palm cradling the small of his back, when Baela appeared next to them like a mirage. Beside her, Rhaena and Addam suddenly materialised from the crowd.

“Another round?” Baela shouted.

Lucerys shrugged. “Sure.”

“Fab. Jace is paying,” she said as she turned to the bartender.

Jacaerys sighed long-sufferingly, but rooted around in his pocket for his wallet.

“You want anything else?” he murmured to Lucerys as Baela snatched his card from his outstretched fingers.

He shook his head as the bartender lined up five shots. They toasted, and drank, and Lucerys immediately stole Jace’s beer again to use as a chaser. The bartender slid another one next to Jace.

“Dance?” Rhaena asked them.

Lucerys shook his head again. “Talking,” he said, motioning between him and his brother.

Addam groaned dramatically. “Boring!”

“Yeah,” said Baela, “you guys can talk at home.”

“If they want to catch up, they can,” Rhaena said mildly. But as she led her twin and Addam back into the crowd, she turned and waggled her eyebrows salaciously at Lucerys.

He made a rude gesture, and felt Jace laugh next to him.

“I need to piss,” Jacaerys said.

“Fine.” Lucerys laced their fingers together. “Let’s go.”

They wove their way through the drunken mass and slipped into the club’s nice, albeit a bit grungy, toilets. No urinals, thank the gods, Lucerys hates when other guys have the chance to ogle his brother, only a row of small stalls.

With the stall door locked, Lucerys held Jace’s beer bottle while Jace pissed. Alas, Lucerys realised, in a stall he couldn’t oggle Jacaerys either.

“So,” Jacaerys said, still turning, tucking himself away. Lucerys only caught a tantalising glimpse of veined flesh. “Show me.”

Jace sipped from his bottle as Lucerys took the rest of his white shirt off. Gods, it did something to him, watching Jace be so casual while Lucerys, heart beating rabbit-fast, undressed for him.

Cramped in the small stall as they were, Lucerys could see Jace’s gaze rake down and linger on his exposed midriff. Fuck. He arched his back slightly.

Jace pulled at the front of his little black top, ostensibly moving it down from where it had risen but in reality tugging at his nipples. Lucerys failed at biting back a whimper.

His palm stayed on Lucerys’ chest. “Looks good,” he said.

“Yeah?” Lucerys sighed, embarrassingly breathy at such a basic compliment. “I’m glad you like it.” Fuck, this was the perfect opportunity – Lucerys would unbuckle his trousers now, and show Jace the lingerie, who would then be so overcome with desire that they would fuck in the toilets. Their first time, filthy and hot. Lucerys wants it so bad.

Before any words could leave his mouth, Jace patted him on the chest like he was one of those finance lackeys, the action friendly and light and strangely authoritative.

“Let’s find the others,” Jacaerys said as he slipped around Lucerys and out of the stall.

Lucerys tried very hard not to fume, then lost the battle as he kicked at the door in frustration. Jace and his fucking inability to take what’s on offer. At this point it’s like he’s refusing to touch me on principle. Who does he think he is? I’ve saved the best years of my life for him and he thinks he can ignore me like that? I don’t think so.

He texted Rhaena.

😭😭😭

rhaena: no bueno?

NO BUENO WTF

rhaena: did you flash him

no -__-

rhaena: shouldve flashed him

im taking drastic measures

stand by soldier

rhaena: ok my silly rabbit

Godsdamnit, Rhaena’s right. He should’ve shown ass. Fuck. Fine. Lucerys readjusted his thong, pulling the lacey straps up high over his hips. The underwear pulled deliciously at his balls when he tugged it higher, the meeting point of the fabric visible above his ass. He loosened his belt, just low enough to tempt, then smoothed the fabric out, making sure everything sat comfortably.

Just before he left the bathroom, Lucerys looked in the mirror. He did look good. He mussed his hair more, and bit at his own lips until they turned red and swollen. Lucerys was about to pluck at his nipples, to make them stand out more, but just then a group of guys came into the toilets.

No more delaying. Before the door swung shut Lucerys saw Jace waiting outside for him, talking to the girls.

“Damn,” came a low whistle from next to him. Aegon had stumbled out of a stall. “Little Lucy on the prowl. Hot.” He giggled manically as Lucerys tried to stomp on his foot, dancing out the way.

“Yeah, and if you ruin this for me, I’ll tell your mother you’re dealing to schoolkids again.”

“Oh my god, what is it with you people and always bringing that up. Firstly! They were very convincing. Secondly, they bullied me. I’m a sensitive boy.”

“I think we should have bullied you more as a child.”

Aegon laughed again, and plastered himself to Lucerys’ back, walking them out of the bathroom together, hanging on like a particularly clingy leech. “Too little, too late, nephew-mine. If you want to be bent over, I can—”

“No way in any of the seven hells. Who knows what diseases you have.”

Aegon sniffed imperiously. “Hel makes me get tested, so, for your information, I have nothing.”

Lucerys felt Jace watching them darkly as they approached. Aegon crinkled his fingers in a wave.

Baela sneered at him. “You’ve got powder around your nose.”

“Lies and calumnies,” said Aegon happily, powder around his nose. “Oh shit,” he said, patting at his pockets. “One second.” He sprinted back into the toilets.

“We’re not waiting, right?” said Addam, who had the least exposure to Aegon in real life.

“Of course not,” said Lucerys. With that, he slipped into the crowd, towards the pulsating thrum of bodies at the centre of the dancefloor.

Rhaena followed, and they danced together for a while, taking turns spinning and grinding jokingly on each other. Rhaena mimed getting a drink, but Lucerys shook his head. I’ll stay here, he mouthed.

He swayed by himself, the bass of the song reverberating through his body. Eyes hardly open, Lucerys let the bright colours blur and bleed into one, a hazy, drunken lightshow. Everybody dancing together was wonderful, it was perfect, a microcosm of human life, and the only way it could be better was if—

A clumsy thumb grazed the line of lace along his hip. “Hello, sweetheart. You look lonely.” Lucerys looked up, into the strange face of a strange man, whose eyes raked up and down his body lecherously.

Squashing his initial instinct to tell the guy to fuck off, he smiled shyly instead, looking up at him through his lashes.

In less than a second Jace was there, his big hand curling possessively over Lucerys’ hip. Lucerys tucked himself into Jacaerys’ side, grinning up at his brother.

“Oh, sorry,” the man said, retreating, “didn’t realise.” Jace glared at him, and kept glaring as the man didn’t actually leave, only stood off to the side as though waiting for Jace to disappear again.

Jacaerys scowled into the dark, eyes roving around. Lucerys turned, continuing to dance the best he could with Jace’s arm hooked over his waist. Fuck, he was too drunk, Lucerys could tell by the way he was grinding his ass back against Jace’s crotch. Be more subtle! Lucerys’ dwindling consciousness screamed at him. Subtle!

Lucerys placed Jace’s hands on his hips, shivering in delight when Jace squeezed and rubbed the delicate lace between his fingertips.

Change of plan. Right now. Immediately. Lucerys needs to see Jace’s face. He turned again. Somehow, Lucerys’ hands were already on his brother’s face, one hand twirling the hair at the base of his neck while the other traced shapes along his jaw.

Jacaerys’ eyes flickered to him, irritated. Almost a good sign – Jace was prone to acting instinctively when he was annoyed.

Lucerys grins, entranced by Jace’s dark eyes, deep and tumultuous.

“We’re going home,” Jace told him, voice low.

“Aw, but I was having fun.”

“I’m sure you were, fucking brat.”

He glared again at Lucerys’ admirer, who was still watching them. Lucerys peeked at the stranger. Do something else! Lucerys tried to beam into his brain, fight for my hand! Then Jace can win and steal me away.

He’s so distracted by the brief fantasy of him and Jacaerys as wildings that it came as a true surprise when Jace ducked his head and kissed him.

It was hard and closed-mouthed, utterly unconvincing, until Lucerys licked at the seam of his brother’s lips. A foreign tongue moved against his, before delving into the cavern of his mouth.

Lucerys wound his arms around Jacaerys’ neck, crushing their bodies close together. Jace tasted good, hot and musky despite the faint, lingering alcohol. Fuck, he thought, eyes helplessly trained on Jace’s spit-slick mouth, I have to taste him again.

They kissed again, long and deep. Jacaerys’ hands slid down to his ass, palming and squeezing. He forced his thigh between Lucerys’ legs, then pulled Lucerys forward so he could grind better. Lucerys tried to stop the desperate little twitches of his hips, but then Jace was kissing down his neck, sucking a bruising mark above his pulsepoint.

“Kiss me,” Lucerys ordered, breathless and tugging at Jace’s hair.

Jace obliged, and just as they sighed into each other’s mouths, Lucerys' bliss was so painfully interrupted.

“Not this again!” Lucerys heard distantly as they were wrenched apart. “I thought you were going,” said Baela to Jace.

“Yeah,” said Lucerys, wide-eyed. “We were. We are.” They were going to go home. To fuck. They were going to fuck. Gods, he loves it when a plan comes together. “Let’s go home!” he said to Jace.

He didn’t notice the conversation between Jacaerys and Baela, outraged looks and helpless gestures all there was to it.

As they sat waiting on the curb for their Uber, Lucerys climbed into Jacaerys’ lap. Before he could extract a promise from Jace that, yes, this time they will actually have sex, it won’t be like all the other times when they’ve made out in clubs only to go home and have Jace put them both to bed, and then not talk about it ever—, Jace kissed him sweetly then shoved his tongue into Lucerys' mouth.

Fuck, he knows Jace wants it, he must, this always happens. He squirmed in his brother’s lap, shifting until he felt Jace’s hardness poke at his inner thigh.

Jace huffed a laugh into his mouth.

“What?”

“I like it when you’re eager.”

“I’m not eager,” Lucerys said, just to be contrary.

“I don’t know,” Jace mocked, “you’re pretty wet.”

Lucerys frowned in confusion, eyes searching his brother’s face. Jace grinned slyly, gaze flickering pointedly to Lucerys' dick.

He looked down. Oh. His face flooded blood-hot in embarrassment. His cock was straining in his trousers, and just where the tip was pressing insistent near his hip was a little wet-spot, the pink fabric turned dark and obscene. Under Jace’s burning gaze Lucerys’ cock twitched, humiliatingly obvious. They watched as the wet patch grew a little larger.

Lucerys was saved from whatever mean comment Jacaerys had on the tip of his tongue by the Uber pulling up.

In the car, Lucerys sat again in Jace’s lap, nestling his brother’s hard cock under his balls. If he sat forward slightly, he could make Jace press against his hole.

“Behave,” Jace hissed as Lucerys wiggled. “Do you think the driver wants to see you rubbing yourself all over me like a bitch in heat?”

No, but Lucerys kind of wanted the driver to see. He wanted everyone to see, wanted everyone to know that Jace liked having his little brother bounce in his lap.

But when he stopped moving the world still tilted alarmingly. It was slightly sickening, actually, the rumble of the engine and the car speeding around corners. Lucerys made the mistake of looking out the window, and the streaks of the streets made his head spin. His stomach churned uncomfortably. Ah, shit. It felt like— it felt like—.

“Jace,” he groaned. “I’m going to be sick.”

Then he leant forward and threw up.

The world is a nightmare, Lucerys is certain of it. A waking hell, in which he is cursed and doomed to humiliate himself endlessly. He wakes up feeling like shit. His head hurts and his mouth is cottony and his eyelashes are crusted together with an ungodly mix of mascara and sleep.

He had vomited in the car. Fucking hells.

Lucerys gropes for his phone, eventually finding it on the floor.

it’s so over

dont text

rhaena: :(( what happened

rhaena: saw u guys making out again

blacked out on the way home

rhaena: noooo 😭

A text from Baela buzzes its way onto the top of his screen.

baela: no fucky for lukey?? :((((

-________-

r u guys talking about me rn

be honest. do i need to move cities

baela: ^i was being genuine btw. i need u two to fuck so bad its getting annoying

creep

baela: and ofc

baela: pyke, maybe. i hear greyjoy’s moved back

HAHA VERY FUNNY

EXCUSE ME I NEED TO DROWN MYSELF IN THE TOILET

baela: dibs on ur jace sweatshirt collection 👍🏾

He feels like a creature. He drops his phone to the floor again. A wretched, pitiful excuse for a man. Something that scuttles in a cave, perhaps. A modern Gollum. His thoughts continue in this direction for quite a while.

Suddenly there’s an arm around his waist, and he’s being pulled back into a chest. “Quit muttering,” Jace mumbles, voice scratchy. “I’m trying to sleep.”

“Wicked little hobbitses,” Lucerys says nonsensically into his pillow. He’s going to blame this on someone. Rhaena, perhaps, for encouraging him. Aemond, for no doubt casting spells on him from afar.

Oh gods. The horror is born afresh. “J, I vomited on you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

Lucerys rolls over to face his brother. “It’s not fine, what the fuck. It’s gross.”

Jace’s handsome, sleepy face blinks blearily at him. “It’s whatever. I don’t mind looking after you.”

For fuck’s sake, they were going to have sex – now Jace is probably lying there thinking about Lucerys throwing his guts up. Mood killer.

He fingers the collar of Jacaerys’ soft sleep shirt, and tries not to remember how he threw up in the kitchen sink. Lucerys notices that he’s been changed into his own pyjamas, though he has no memory of doing so.

He crinkles his eyes shut in embarrassment. “Did I get changed by myself, at least?”

Jacaerys snorts. “No. You were so out of it.” His thumb rubs soothing circles on Lucerys’ back. This could’ve been their post-fuck bliss, but instead Lucerys got in his own way. Again. “The red looked good on you, though.”

The red…?

His lacy red underwear. The one Jace had gifted to him. Fuck, Jace had looked?! Lucerys realises that yes, he’s not wearing it anymore, no snug feeling at the front of his crotch. Jace had to change him, like he was a kid. That, along with Lucerys probably dribbling vomit, killed any allure Jace had felt, he knows it. He stares fiercely at Jace’s clavicle.

Today really is an awful day.

“Thanks,” he says quietly.

“Did you like them?” Jacaerys continues to press.

“Yes, thank you. They were really pretty.”

“You’re welcome,” Jace hums.

It’s fine, actually. Lucerys has come back from worse. He can’t think of anything worse right now, but he’s sure there’s something. It’s fine. This incident has only set him back two months tops in his Jace-seduction plan. He refuses to let this ruin it.

Fortune favours the bold, or whatever.

“They have other colours too,” he says, pretending to be shy. “Pastels, and a dark purple.”

“I’ll get them for you.”

Lucerys bites his grin back. All is not lost. Though Jace does have a strange disconnect in his brain for what is appropriate for a brother and what is not, so he just needs to push Jace a bit further. Last night they were so close…

He’s interrupted from his plotting as Jacaerys climbs out of the warm cocoon of their sheets.

“Come back,” he whines. How is he supposed to sleep without Jace there?

“Got work. Casterly Rock is kicking up a fuss about funding allocation, again. I’ll see you later.”

He flicks his middle finger at Jace, who pretends not to notice as he heads to the shower. Prick.

Lucerys considers his new plan. It most likely would work, except the emotional cost to him would be astronomical. Horrible, and no good, and Jace would hate it.

He grabs his phone.

need you to do me a favour

monmon 🐖: No.

itll piss jace off

monmon 🐖: Fine.

Lucerys opens his chat with Rhaena.

WE’RE SO BACK

Chapter Text

Cocktails are alright, Lucerys has decided. Normally he can’t stand the sugary taste of them, but currently he prefers the cloying, alcoholic sensation to talking with Aemond, who is glaring at him over his own strawberry daiquiri. He downs the rest of his drink, while Aemond sips at his pointedly.

“These are so fucking sweet, how are your teeth not rotting,” Lucerys says.

“I don’t recall asking your opinion.”

Lucerys rolls his eyes, and flags down another waiter, ordering a Parmaviolet, whatever the fuck that is. Silence descends again.

Currently they’re huddled together at a table, trying to look like they enjoy each other’s company. It’s one of the annual society events, some ball the Lannisters throw in celebration of the jewellers’ guild. Through the window, the outline of the city looms mockingly. So close, yet so far. Lucerys stares at it longingly.

“This was your idea,” Aemond says snidely, “you could at least talk to me.”

“You just told me to shut up!”

“Talk, Lucerys, not make insipid comments.”

“Not my fault you’re an agelast man.”

“You just made that word up,” Aemond accuses.

“I did not,” he says smugly.

Aemond pulls his phone out, tapping at it with his index finger like he’s eighty. He scowls, then slams his phone screen-down on the table with such vigour Lucerys is surprised it didn’t smash.

He smiles gleefully, which only infuriates Aemond further.

“This better be fucking worth it,” Aemond says. “If this is just another of your sick games—”

“It will be worth it! For me, that is. No promises about you. Jace will hate—” And oh shit, there’s Jacaerys now. Lucerys laughs uproariously, hand swiftly grasping Aemond’s forearm. Aemond, to his credit, doesn’t flinch but his eye turns wide and disturbed.

“That’s soooooo funny, Aemond,” he says loudly.

“Father above,” Aemond mutters. “Never go into acting. Stop smiling like that, you look demented.”

“Maybe you should smile back,” Lucerys hisses through his teeth, “because we’re having such a good date!”

Aemond grimaces painfully.

Jacaerys barely glances at them, and he’s quickly enveloped into a conversation with some of the Arbor delegates.

For fuck’s sake. Lucerys sighs. Out the corner of his eye he sees his phone light up, another notification adding itself to his already full screen.

Aemond also glances at it. Lucerys quickly snatches it off the table.

“What the fuck was that?” Aemond growls.

“Hm?”

“What the fuck is a Monmon?” Aemond barks, scowling. “Is that a fucking pig!? Change my name in your phone!”

“That’s you,” Lucerys says helpfully, “and also, no.”

Aemond tries to wrestle his phone from his hands, but Lucerys kicks his calf until he lets go. Aemond glares. Then his arm darts out, as fast as a viper. Lucerys bites at his hand.

“Fucking savage! There’s something wrong with you. I knew Rhaenyra should’ve sent you to fucking juvie.”

Lucerys sticks his tongue out, then jams his phone deep into his pocket.

Oh, sweet. His cocktail has appeared. He wonders briefly when the waiter came by.

As he tries the unholy concoction – it tastes horribly of artificial violets – he ignores Aemond stewing in rage next to him.

“Fine,” Aemond says. “I’ll change your name in my phone!”

“Literally why would I care.” Lucerys slurps obnoxiously through his straw.

They sit in silence some more. Lucerys surreptitiously watches the crowd. It’s honestly astounding how unfashionable some of them are. The Plumm triplets are wearing bright, bumblebee-yellow taffeta dresses. All matching, despite being some years older than Lucerys. How quaint.

He waves to Cregan, who nods back. Gods, what Lucerys would give to have access to the Jult right now. All those photos, and he’s not even able to appreciate them. Tragic. Maybe Aemond would let him look, Lucerys thinks, glancing at his uncle.

The corner of Aemond’s mouth is curling up suspiciously. A small smile, though the quirk of it is mean and cruel. What the fuck does Aemond have to smile about?

Aemond leans forward to whisper in Lucerys’ ear, long hair brushing his shoulder. “Your Jacaerys,” he says, voice disconcertingly soft, the way it is when he wants something to hurt, “is dancing with Davide Dayne again.”

Lucerys whips his head around. And there Jace is, his stupid, manwhore of a brother, dancing with Davide fucking Dayne on the ballroom floor, turning in time with the music in some traditional dance.

He knows that Jace doesn’t like Dayne, they’ve spoken about it before, and Jace is certain the man’s interest is a ploy by his mother to insinuate themselves closer to the Crown. Still, polite Prince Jacaerys indulges it. Because he’s so polite, obviously, a perfect heir who doesn’t have any incestuous flaws of his own.

He watches as Dayne slides his hand along Jace’s bicep.

“That social climbing fuck,” he curses. He downs his drink, and only splutters slightly.

Lucerys drags Aemond to the ballroom floor, hand in hand. Aemond does his best to drag his heels, but resigns himself to his fate.

The song is now more of a slow waltz, so he places one arm around Aemond’s neck while the other hovers in the air. After a severe thirty seconds of mutual glaring, Aemond cradles Lucerys’ waist in his hand, the other enlacing with his own, but sighing as though he was being led to his execution.

As they dance in slow circles, Lucerys scans the crowd. Other couples twirl around them, but no sign of Jacaerys.

After the fifth time Aemond steps on his toes and the second time they almost collide with another couple, Lucerys snaps at him.

“Aemond, you gangly, uncoordinated bitch, I won’t let you ruin this with your lack of grace.”

“You’ll have to forgive me,” Aemond sneers, “dancing has been difficult ever since a little sociopath gouged my eye from my head.”

“By the gods,” Lucerys mutters, “would you get over that already. Isn’t that the point of your therapy sessions?”

“No,” Aemond snaps, “it isn’t.”

“Then what is the point?”

Aemond glares mulishly. “None of your business.”

The band begins the final refrain. “Spin me,” Lucerys orders. Jace is loitering by the bar, eyes blandly watching the dancers, who spin and lift and dip as the choreography commands.

“No.”

“Be a sport, Aem, spin me.”

“Don’t call me that, I’m not your friend.”

A smarmy voice materialises next to them, some opportunist having sidled up. “My Prince Lucerys, if I could have the next dance?”

“No,” Aemond bites out, “he’s busy.” An icy stare quickly chases the intruder away.

“Maybe I wanted to dance with someone competent.”

“The only thing you want is to make Jace jealous, which you’re barely competent at. I doubt—” Aemond casts a derisive glance to the side “—the CEO of Honningbrew Meadery will inspire any sense of envy.”

Lucerys sniffs. “Maybe I’m looking to invest. I’m very business-savvy.”

Aemond rolls his eye.

The music swells, and a glint appears in the light lilac of Aemond’s iris. Trepidation fills Lucerys, but before he can say anything Aemond sweeps him into a lift, both his palms solid on his waist as he raises him up. Suddenly Lucerys is looking down at Aemond, then he’s being placed gently back upon the ground.

A happy laugh bubbles up from Lucerys, elated at Aemond playing along. Aemond even has a pleased tint to him.

“You’re stronger than you look,” Lucerys teases. “Tall and skinny, like a tree. A silver birch!”

“A bit on the nose, even for you,” Aemond says, though Lucerys knows the slight tilt of his lips is the Aemond-equivalent to a grin. “You’d be a shrub. Nay… an invasive species. Devilgrass.”

“Very funny.”

“Anyway, did Jace look?” Aemond asks. Lucerys peeks at the bar again, and Jace is still there, but talking to Rhaena and Baela as though Lucerys and Aemond aren’t there.

“No.” Lucerys rests his cheek on Aemond’s shoulder, and tries to ignore the melancholy threading through him. Jace hasn’t looked at him once the whole night.

They stay like that for a while. Probably too long, if Lucerys is being honest.

“Ah,” Aemond finally says, stilted. “Mother is beckoning me.”

“Alright,” Lucerys says. But Aemond doesn't move.

Lucerys resists his urge to sigh. “We’re in public, Aemond. She wouldn’t make a scene.”

Aemond hums, noncommittal. “She didn't want me to come with you tonight.”

“Why did you tell her?”

“I tell her everything.”

Lucerys decides not to comment on the wisdom of that habit.

Instead he says “ah,” delicately, nodding.

Suddenly Aemond relaxes, tension disappearing like a puppet getting its strings cut. “It’s fine, it’s not about this. I just saw Aegon throw up in a plant pot. I must deal with him.”

“You do that,” Lucerys mutters, Aemond already striding across the room.

Lucerys dithers for a moment, alone in the middle of the dancefloor. He flicks a glance at Jacaerys, who hasn’t noticed that Lucerys is now by himself, waiting for his brother to come and dance with him.

Whatever. There’s only so much pathetic Lucerys is willing to be.

He worms through the crowd, then drops into the empty seat beside Grandad Corlys. He plants a kiss on the old man’s smooth cheek. “Rytsas, kekepus.”

“Rytsas, zaldrīembōños. Massinon raqō daor?”

“No,” he sighs. Corlys laughs, and draws him into a conversation that lifts his mood.

Lucerys even finds the strength to text Rhaena.

pls pls pls pls pls pls add me back tothe jult

ive been punished enough

i need my jace picture fix

rhaena: idk last time u were in the chat u called us all pathetic losers

daeron was baiting me

adn i can admit im also a pathetic jace loser

hes ignoring me 😭

rhaena: you cant call alyn a golddigger again

rhaena: makes it v awkward

FINE

everyones thinking it anyway

rhaena: no comment ♥️

♥️♥️♥️

rhaena added you to ITS JULTIN TIME

hello again my dear friends and fellow associates 🫶 🫶

nettles: rytsas jentys

nettles: aegon picked the name

drunk aegon: bceausr itf fucsk!

dont you have a plant pot to vomit in

drunk aegon: how do you know about that

addam: hows the party

baela: would hardly call it a party. they dont even have quail egg blinis

nettles: dear gods how will you survive

who cares how its going. any new pics?

¬ addam forwarded cregan’s video

¬ addam forwarded cregan’s picture [17]

Lucerys amused himself watching Cregan’s footage of him and Jace in the gym. He slowly swiped through the photos, which were both from the gym and from earlier today, when Cregan and Jace had met slightly before the event.

delightful

cregan: 🐺👍🏻

“Ignoring your old man, are you?” Corlys says, though his tone is joking.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly, tucking his phone away. “You were saying about the Iron Bank?”

Eventually, Corlys does rise from his chair, citing his need to talk with the commander of the Ironborn fleet. Lucerys finishes his glass of whiskey for him.

Just as he raises the tumbler to his lips, someone sits next to him, a strong arm resting on the back of Lucerys’ chair and fingertips lightly brushing his shoulder. Cologne drifts pleasantly over to him, settling, hazy, inside his skull. A dark, spiced scent, but with a burnt sweetness.

He rests his head against the arm. When he finally opens his eyes, Jace is there, more perfect than a statue. Lucerys smiles.

“Long time, no see.” He knocks his ankle against Jace’s.

“You’ve been busy with your charity work,” Jacaerys says brusquely. “Ran into Aemond at the bar. Why is your contact name in his phone ‘sugartits’?”

“Is it?” Lucerys says lightly. “I wasn’t aware.”

“Answer my question, Luke.”

Lucerys squirms in his seat, turning to face his brother. He flings a leg over Jace’s lap, one hand resting on his bicep and the other on the inseam of Jace’s thigh. The fires of smug victory lick at Lucerys’ insides when his brother’s jaw clenches.

“I don’t know why Aemond does most of the things he does.” Jace fixes him with a flat stare, waiting. “...and we’re on a date,” Lucerys admits eventually. Gods, this is going so well. Please, he sends a quick prayer, please let Jace believe it.

“Is that so.” Jace’s voice is carefully blank, but he digs his fingers into Lucerys’ calf, curling around it possessively. “First I’ve heard of it. Normally you talk about your dates for days.”

That’s not– that’s not true! Yeah, okay, maybe Lucerys has a history of getting excited over them, telling Jace each and every detail of the guy and what they have planned, hopping in and out of Jace’s room as he tries to decide on an outfit.

“Yeah, well, Aemond’s different!” he says rashly.

Jacaerys stills. Suddenly he stands, chair scraping back and jostling Lucerys inelegantly.

“Get up.” He drags Lucerys up by the arm, fingers digging in just slightly too harshly.

Lucerys stumbles after his brother as he’s hauled down a side corridor and into the warren of the Red Keep. Fuck, he thinks he’s half hard already, just with the promise of Jace’s jealous rage.

He’s shoved into an old, empty guardroom. Dust swirls into the air, disturbed and erratic. Before Lucerys can gain his bearings, his head knocks against the stone wall as Jace shoulders him up against it. The blistering heat of his brother boxes him in; as he blinks blearily Jace cradles his head so it doesn’t hit the wall again.

“Aemond’s fucking different, now, is he? What the fuck does that mean?” Jace snaps, crackling like a fire roaring to life.

Lucerys tries to gather his thoughts, but he takes too long for Jace’s liking, whose other hand shoots out and grips his jaw. He feels like he could shatter, the weight of Jacaerys the only thing keeping him together, despite the twinging in his skull and jaw.

“I didn’t mean it,” he gasps.

Jace’s fingers flex dangerously in Lucerys’ hair.

Be brave, he tells himself. He fists his hands in Jace’s dress shirt.

“You never want to be my date, so I found someone else,” he says.

“The solution, Luke, isn’t to find someone else, it’s to go stag. Do you see me flaunting anyone in front of you?”

Jacaerys’ hands move to cup his face. Lucerys looks at him in confusion.

“No,” he says slowly. Jace is so close, the dark of his eyes like burning coals. Indignation rises in Lucerys. “What, so I can’t date, but you can fuck anything that moves?! You won’t be with me, but you’ll be with fucking Aegon? With Daeron? Who you fucking hate, by the way, in case you forgot. Anyone except me!”

The heat of Jace’s frustrated exhale skims enticingly against his mouth. Lucerys flickers his tongue out, and he accidentally-on-purpose grazes Jace’s lower lip.

“You’re my baby brother.”

“You had Rhaena and Baela! They’re our little sisters.” He’s not going to let Jace’s weird, moralistic tendencies get in his way. He slides his hands down Jace’s torso to rest on his hips.

“I did so under great duress,” Jace says through gritted teeth, but doesn’t resist when Lucerys guides him closer, tangling their legs together like tree roots.

“You fucking liar!” Lucerys hisses. “I know you liked it. What, is this too directly incestuous for you? You’ll love half-uncles and cousins, but not your brother? I’m more like you than any of them. We’re the same. Please.” He feels a horrible heat rise in his eyes.

“That's not it,” Jace gripes. He swipes his thumb sweetly over Lucerys’ lips, pressing into the tender, red flesh. “I have wanted you, so badly, for years now.” Lucerys trembles. “But we can’t. We have an image to maintain until the hype dies down around Mother and Daemon.”

“It’s dead! They’ve been married for years now.”

“It isn’t. Not with shareholders or sponsors or the nobles, as though their opinion fucking matters.” Jace mumbles the last part to himself.

There! Lucerys knew Jacaerys didn’t have his heart in his little modern golden boy demeanour. This was some cunt on his advisors’ council speaking through him. Lucerys has his bets on Edwin Tully, the hand-wringing, Faith-loving fishfuck.

“But,” Jace continues, “if you’re so fucking fixated on dropping to your knees for anyone who looks at you nice, instead of waiting for me—”

“So you do like me,” Lucerys grins.

Jace looks at him contemptuously, as he often does when Lucerys says something particularly moronic. Smile threatening to split his mouth, Lucerys can’t resist the fizzing inside him, bubbly and bright like champagne, so he nudges forward and presses his lips against Jacaerys’ sweet glower.

Jace kisses back instinctively. A firm, closed-mouth kiss, until Jace tilts Lucerys’ head and licks into his mouth. Their mouths move together, sloppy and desperate and, for the first time in a long time, sober. Lucerys sucks on his tongue, biting at it jocosely. Jace pulls away, breath heavy. A small, dejected noise escapes Lucerys – he had wanted to fully explore his brother’s sharp teeth, to run his tongue along all the crevices and edges until there was nowhere Jacaerys could hide from him. Spit shines around the edges of Jace’s mouth, so Lucerys quickly laps their mess up.

“Please,” he begs, “I don’t want to wait anymore.” He grinds his cock against Jace’s thigh.

“Fine. You’re so spoiled.” Jace presses biting kisses along the soft underside of his jaw.

“You spoil me.” Lucerys gasps as Jace unbuttons his collar, wresting it open enough to suck a dark, rose-sweet mark at the base of his throat. “You’ll fuck me now? You promise, this time?”

Jace groans against him. “Yeah, I promise,” he says, voice raspy and low. “Come on, let’s find a bed. I want to do this properly.”

Lucerys would let Jace fuck him anywhere, in any condition— even here, in a grubby little room with no lube. They can build up to that. Bedroom is it, then. The hard line of Jace’s cock, big and hot, twitches against Lucerys’ abdomen when Lucerys smiles up at him, doing his best to peer through his eyelashes coquettishly.

“Yeah? You want to stuff me with your cock properly?”

He waits for Jace to flush red and stutter, startled by his little brother’s carnality, but instead Jacaerys grins lazily, slow and leonine.

“Would you like that?” Jace looks down on him, eyes boring into his. Suddenly Lucerys feels like an animal, cornered, as the death of him approaches. “I’ll stretch you open, but only with a couple of fingers. I like it when they split around me. Tight. When was the last time you were fucked? Five months ago?” Jace’s hands drift down to his ass, kneading.

Lucerys nods, head cloudy. “I finger myself all the time,” he whispers against Jace’s mouth, “so if you ever wanted to, I’d be ready.”

“I know.” Lucerys jerks in surprise. Jace knew? “You’re not very quiet. It’s like a new test every week, hearing you crying for me.”

“Dick. You could’ve had me anytime.”

“Like now?” Jace’s fingers press lightly over his hole, heavy and auspicious even through his clothes.

Lucerys arches into it.

“What,” Jace laughs, “did you touch yourself in the bathroom? In between letting Aemond put his hands all over you, you found the time?”

“Yeah. Figured I’d have someone’s cock inside me tonight, even if it wasn’t my first choice.” Lucerys pauses for a moment. “Which is you, by the way. In case that wasn’t obvious.”

“I like hearing it anyway.” Jace captures his mouth again.

The wet slide sends shivers racing up and down Lucerys’ spine, from the roots of his hair to the tip of his cock.

“You’re my brother. Mine,” Lucerys murmurs. “No one could ever want you like I do.” He licks at Jacaerys’ neck, then works his teeth into the flesh.

Jacaerys grinds their hips together, groans rumbling in his throat as Lucerys bites him. Lucerys trails his lips back to his brother’s, mouth ghosting lightly over his jaw.

“Enough,” Jace says. “Bed.”

Lucerys nods, gaze still caught on Jace’s swollen mouth. They’re pulled into each other’s orbits again, tongue and teeth clashing.

“Open,” Jacaerys says, rearing back slightly.

It must be some arcane, blood-deep instinct, to obey his brother so easily, for Lucerys’ mouth drops open, his tongue lolling out.

Jacaerys spits into his mouth. Lucerys swallows a half-second before Jace orders, “swallow.”

They stare at each other, eyes blown into disks larger than the moon.

“I told you we’re the same,” Lucerys whispers.

The same thought overtakes them at the same time, as though they’re one creature that was wrenched apart during birth— no, forcibly separated after, a two headed beast sawn apart.

They tumble out of the forgotten room, pelting through the corridors to Jacaerys’ room.

As they spin into the room, tearing clothes off in between kisses, Lucerys giggles, overcome with joy.

“Wait,” Jacaerys pants once Lucerys has only taken his shoes and blazer off. Jace sinks onto the bed, legs spread wide like a king. “I want you to strip.”

“Oh,” Lucerys says, fiddling with a button. “Do you know about this too?”

“About what?”

Slowly Lucerys slips his pearl buttons through their holes. His shirt falls open, each inch lower and lower, until the first hints of his black, lace bralette peek through, lying snug against his flat chest.

Jacaerys pulls him close, mouth moving wetly over the fabric.

“Jace— ah!” he breaks off into a cry as his brother takes a nipple in between his teeth.

“Looks good, baby,” Jace rasps. “Did I buy this for you?” He rolls his thumbs over Lucerys’ stiffening peaks.

“Yeah. I- I like wearing the things you give me.”

Jace hums, pleased. He lowers his head and licks Lucerys’ other nipple through the fabric.

The scratch of the lace and the tingling pressure from Jace’s mouth makes Lucerys shiver, winding his hands into the curl of his brother’s hair.

Jacaerys tugs the damp lace down, the buds pebbling in the cold air.

“Jace, wait,” Lucerys pants, “I also…” His fingers fumble at his belt. Jace’s large hand cups his dick through his trousers, petting lightly.

“Hiding something pretty under here?” Jace grins, placing a kiss on his sternum.

“You’ll find out if you stop groping me.” In his head the words are firm, but instead they come out as a breathy whine.

“You like it when I grope you.” Jace’s fingers skate the line of his cock. “You like it when I fondle you at night.” He leans forward and nuzzles against the damning tent in his trousers.

Fuck. He fucking does, used to waiting silently in Jace’s bed for Jace to slide in behind him, a hard line of heat against his back as one hand slipped under his shirt to hold his chest while the other wound around his waist, palm resting low enough that Jace’s fingers brushed the hair above his cock. Sometimes his fingertips even brushed his base, if Lucerys tilted his hips correctly.

A possessive hold, anchoring deep inside his soul like a brand. He had been half-convinced that Jace only ever did it unconsciously, in his sleep.

“I knew you were doing it on purpose!” he gasps as Jacaerys flicks his tongue against his cockhead.

Nimble fingers unbuckle his belt, and Lucerys slips his trousers down his legs. Jace, when Lucerys looks over, is flinging his own shirt off.

Lucerys’ cock is straining against the dark fabric, so he takes himself in hand, stroking lightly, as Jace pulls his own trousers off.

He quickly straddles his brother, rolling his hips as their tongues slip together. Jacaerys’ length twitches against his own, and Lucerys can’t help but moan. He needs to sit on his brother so badly.

They part, both looking down to where their cocks meet. The black fabric of his panties are tingeing white where he’s leaking helplessly; Jace’s cock is nestled, large and intimidating, in the crease of his thigh.

Jacaerys kisses at his neck, tongue flickering over his pulse point, as Lucerys watches their cocks rub together, entranced. It’s so obscene, the way they press together. A perfect fit.

Lucerys grabs his phone from his discarded trousers. He angles the camera down, and Jace watches, eyelids drooped low, as Lucerys takes a picture.

“Here,” Jace says, voice gravelly. He tucks Lucerys’ underwear below his balls, dripping length springing out, then frees his own cock. He wraps a large hand around both of them, velvety, sensitive flesh squeezed together. Lucerys moans, hips twitching, but raises the camera again. Fuck, it looks so hot, the tips of their cocks kissing.

Before he gets distracted and forgets, Lucerys opens the Jult chat and sends off the first picture, their clothed cocks resting together. Not the second, that’s just for him and Jace. Take that, brother-stealers, Lucerys thinks, catty. Then he puts his phone on Do Not Disturb and tosses it into their pile of clothes.

Lucerys looks back to his brother, who is eyeing him, dark and hot. “To the group chat?” he asks.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lucerys answers, before claiming his mouth again. He also gets a hand around them, gliding up and down their aching cocks.

Jace’s hands move to his ass as he shoves his tongue between Lucerys’ teeth. Lucerys suckles on it, eyes fluttering, as Jacaerys grinds them firmly together.

“Knew you’d have a pretty dick,” Lucerys murmurs against his brother’s ear, licking the shell of it lightly. Jace moans into his neck, a hot huff sending shivers along his skin. And it is pretty, the most beautiful Lucerys has ever seen, a pink flush darkening to a mouth-watering cherry red at the head, dragonglass curls framing it like a work of art. A prominent vein runs up the underside, and Lucerys has the sudden urge to lick along that path.

They rut, mindless, panting into each other's mouth. Jacaerys kisses down his neck, biting plum-dark bruises into the skin, round and sweet. He returns his attention to Lucerys’ chest, kneading his puffy nipples before sucking one into his mouth.

Lucerys’ hands fly over their cocks, pressing them together as he spreads his wetness over them both.

Jace circles a finger lightly over Lucerys’ clothed hole, rubbing teasingly at the muscle, then pulls the material aside and dips the tip of his finger in.

Lucerys tries to fuck himself back, to take his brother entirely inside, but Jacaerys pulls away and returns to tracing his rim.

“Don’t tease,” Lucerys whines. “I need to ride your fingers.” He bounces desperately, slapping his cock lightly against Jace’s before squeezing their heads together again. Gods, they’re so sticky, the almost pearlescent liquid clinging, shiny, to their skin.

A bead of precum leaks out the tip of Jacaerys’ dick. Lucerys’ mouth waters.

“I want your dick in my mouth,” he gasps.

Jace laughs, breathless, though his cock twitches in Lucerys’ grasp. “I thought you wanted my fingers?”

“Give me both.”

“No. Decide.” Jace’s hand pinches at his nipple, the burst of pain bright and honeyed. Lucerys moans, and places butterfly kisses all over Jace's face. His sharp jaw, handsome nose, the sweep of his cheek. Where his hair falls forward, curling. Against his mouth, lightly, one, two, three. He can’t choose.

Jace shoves two fingers into his hole as they kiss sloppily. Lucerys wails, clenching around him. It’s so filling, a spearing pressure that sends sparks shivering across his skin.

Jacaerys licks at his open mouth. “This little hole needs to be full, doesn’t it? It’s not natural for you to be empty. You’re made to take me.”

“Yes!” Lucerys cries. It’s all he’s dreamt about since he was fifteen, sitting on his big brother’s cock.

Jace scissors his fingers instead, stretching and stroking rhythmically over the spot that sends stars streaking across Lucerys’ vision.

Burning eyes rove over him. “You look like a fucking gift. All trussed up for me.”

“Please,” Lucerys begs, mind lost and head cloudy. He grinds back against Jace’s fingers, moans at the burn of a third bullying in. He leans back, bracing himself on Jace’s thighs as he bounces, cock slapping against his stomach.

His brother is a vision in front of him. Cock hanging hard and heavy between his legs, bicep flexing, plush bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches Lucerys ride his fingers.

He whimpers, and tries to wrap a hand around his cock. He only manages to play with his cockhead for a second before Jace pulls his hand off. Then Jace slaps his cock.

Lucerys jerks, wailing. Strings of his precome stretch from his slit to his scant trail of dark hair.

“If you want to make yourself come, then you don’t need me here,” Jace grunts. He pulls his fingers out.

Lucerys tumbles towards, hands grasping desperately at his shoulders. “No! Jace, please, I want you.” He reaches back and grabs Jace’s wrist, trying to direct him back inside his fluttering hole. “Please, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. I want you, I promise.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I do!” Tears start to burn in his eyes. “Please! I love you.” He tangles his hands in Jacaerys’ hair, anchoring tightly like a barnacle to a ship’s hull, no chance of Jace prising him off. He kisses at Jace’s mouth wildly, only realising he’s been laid on his back when he feels soft sheets scrunch beneath him.

“Jace?” he asks, voice tight and lost, as his eyes search his brother’s face. Jace grins.

A thumb rubs at a tear track on his cheek. “I’m here, baby, relax.” Suddenly, there’s a great, blunt pressure at his hole, then Jace is pushing inside.

Lucerys moans, spasming. He pulls Jace’s face to his and curls their tongues together again. Jace begins with slow rolls of his hips, Lucerys growing used to the stretch around his girth, before thrusting shallowly, then driving all the way out and back in.

His cock spurts between them with each scrape, with every movement for his body blooming open again for his brother.

In a haze, he’s turned onto his front, face crushed into the pillows. Fuck, Lucerys thinks he’s drooling, the relentless slide of a cock forcing all sense from him.

“My sweet brother.” Jace’s hips hammer, deep and filling, as his voice rumbles against his ear. “You’re going to stop this wanton running about, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes,” Lucerys babbles.

“You’re going to move in with me, Luke, like you should’ve done when I moved out. I’ll keep you at home, your hungry cunt always sated. You’ll take my cock whenever I want you to.” Jacaerys palms at him, large hand easily caressing his entire length.

“Would you like that,” Jace pants into his ear, “being your big brother’s little whore? I’d keep you safe.”

“I- I-.” Sharp thrusts punch the words from Lucerys’ lungs. His cock scraped across the sheets. “Your whore?” he moans plaintively.

“My whore, my wife. Same difference. My brotherwife. You were born for this.” The idea of being crafted for the sole purpose of Jace’s pleasure, existing to be slid up and down his cock, insides moulded into his shape, sent Lucerys cresting over the edge. His cock jerked, then splattered untouched onto the bed below.

Jace groans, then forces Lucerys’ hips down. The sharpness of Jace’s thrusts send Lucerys rutting into his own puddle of cum. The filth and stickiness of it made him squirm and moan, oversensitive.

“Please,” he sobs. “Please, please.”

Jace sweats breathlessly above him, then pulls out. Just as Lucerys was going to wail about the loss, his hole clenching around nothing, Jacaerys turned him over and slid back in. Luke’s body reopened for his brother.

Jace looms over him, his arms boxing him in. Lucerys feels small and young again, protected from the world.

“I love you.” The words drip from him like honey.

Jace drinks them up eagerly. “I love you too.”

As he kisses Lucerys again, he groans lowly, grinding, then a satisfying, bone-deep warmth seeps inside him.

A few hours later, when Lucerys awakes, slow and content, he turns in his brother’s embrace to stare at Jace’s face in peace. He runs a finger down Jace’s nose, traces the bow of his lips and brushes along his jaw.

He wouldn’t trade this first time for anything, despite how long it took for it to happen. They are, of course, dating now, and he’ll remind Jace of that fact when he wakes up. No more indulging the others in their Jace fixation.

Well… He eyes his phone on the floor. Perhaps just a little bit. It’s his right to brag, after all.

Ignoring the flurry of messages his last picture had caused – though he does smile smugly – he carefully sends a shot of his own mauled neck, then of Jace sleeping next to him, Lucerys’ hand resting possessively on his broad shoulders.

hehe losers ❣️ no more jace for you xo