Blake Hart
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Step Bros - Part 6
🕑 Added 2025-02-27 15:15:37 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
Still buzzing from the night’s events, I made my way back to my dorm. As I approached the door, I stopped short—there was a sock hanging off the handle, and muffled sounds from inside left no doubt about what was going on. I shook my head, smirking to myself. Jax doesn’t waste time. Then again… neither do I, I mused, my grin turning slightly slutty.
I sighed, rubbing a hand down my face before leaning against the opposite wall. My body still felt warm, my mind buzzing from everything that had happened tonight. The faint sounds coming from my room were only making me more aware of how charged the night had been.
Before I could figure out my next move, a smooth British accent cut through the hallway behind me.
"Well, hello there. Nick, right?"
I turned to find Asher leaning casually against his doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes flicked to the sock, then back to me, amusement glinting in them.
"Looks like your stepbrother is keeping busy already." He chuckled, tilting his head slightly as another muffled moan escaped from inside my room. "Quite the quick worker, isn’t he? But then again, you didn’t waste much time either, did you?"
I felt my ears heat slightly, but Asher’s expression remained effortlessly smug.
"Why don’t you come in and wait here until your roommate is… finished? No need to stand awkwardly in the hallway like some poor lost soul."
I hesitated for a moment, then nodded and stepped inside. The layout immediately stood out—what set it apart was how the bedrooms were separate from the small living room, making it feel more private. The room itself was noticeably larger than mine and Jax’s, though not by much. Clothes and textbooks were scattered over a desk, an empty coffee cup balanced precariously on a stack of papers. Asher sighed, shaking his head as he pushed a stray shirt off a chair.
"Excuse the mess. Living with three lunatics who have no concept of organization is a daily struggle."
I smirked, shaking my head. "Jax is the same way. I’ll be lucky if our dorm doesn’t turn into a biohazard by the end of the semester."
Asher leaned against the desk, watching me with interest. "Brady, Dan, and Cam went to some afterparty," he said, crossing his arms. "And let’s just say Brady might have hinted at something happening tonight. Something involving a certain new freshman."
I swallowed, shifting slightly. "Yeah… I guess word travels fast."
Asher smirked, clearly enjoying himself. "Oh, it always does. But what really interests me is you, Nick. You’re figuring yourself out, aren’t you?"
I hesitated before nodding, exhaling sharply. "Yeah. I mean, I know I’m gay, that’s not really the issue. But Jax doesn’t know, and it’s just… complicated."
Asher’s expression turned contemplative. "You know, Jax reminds me a lot of Brady. Same effortless confidence, same way of taking up space like they own it." He tilted his head. "Speaking of Brady… how was it?"
I flushed, but the memory was still fresh, still lingering. "It was… intense. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I guess I just let it happen."
Asher’s smirk deepened, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. "Tell me more."
I hesitated, but as I recounted the details, the room seemed to grow warmer. The way Brady had touched me, the way he’d taken control—it was all still vivid, sending a slow pulse of heat through my skin. But what had really caught me off guard was how easily he had just—offered himself up.
I shook my head slightly, glancing at Asher. "Honestly, I was kinda taken aback that he wanted me to fuck him. I just assumed… I don’t know."
Asher smirked knowingly. "Yeah, he does like it very much. It’s weird, isn’t it? Loves to fuck girls, but when it comes to guys, it’s all about getting fucked. No idea why, but hey, I’m not complaining."
That raised an eyebrow. "Wait—so you and Brady…?"
Asher let out a low chuckle, swirling his drink absentmindedly. "Oh, we’ve had our moments. We argue all the time, but sometimes, I find it’s much more effective to shut him up and put him in his place with a good old-fashioned shag."
I swallowed, my mind spinning at the image. The warmth in the room seemed to thicken, making it suddenly harder to sit still.
"It seems Jax is going to take his time," Asher said as he noted, tilting his head toward the muffled sounds seeping through the walls of my dorm.
"Yeah, looks like I won’t be getting any sleep for a while." I respond
Asher’s gaze darkened slightly, his smirk unwavering. "Who knew I had the best room in this little dump? A single room, plenty of privacy. "You're welcome to stay over."
I was a bit taken aback by his forwardness, but the heat in my gut only deepened. My dick stirred, already half-hard just from our conversation. The same dick that had just been inside his buddy Brady.
"You know what? I'm game." I responded, shaking my head at myself. I was really becoming a yes-man, wasn’t I? But as Asher led the way to the bedroom, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Asher's smirk widened, a wicked gleam in his dark eyes. He stepped back, gesturing for me to follow as he pushed open the door to his bedroom. The room was surprisingly neat—bed made, the scent of his cologne hanging in the air. Dim lighting cast shadows on the walls, amplifying the intimacy of the space.
I hesitated briefly, my pulse pounding in my throat. This was happening again. Less than an hour ago, I had been with Brady, and now Asher was looking at me with that same hungry, amused, and challenging expression.
"So," he drawled, leaning against his desk, watching me intently. "How were your first days in college, really?"
I swallowed hard, my skin still flushed from earlier. "Honestly?" I exhaled, shaking my head. "Fucking insane."
Asher chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair. "I bet. Brady can be... persuasive." He stepped closer, his presence commanding. "But I get the feeling you didn’t need much convincing."
I shifted under his gaze, fighting the smirk tugging at my lips. "Not really."
His eyes flicked down to where my fingers flexed at my sides. He moved even closer, his body almost touching mine. "And now you’re here."
"Yeah," I murmured, my voice slightly hoarse.
Asher's smirk softened into something more contemplative, his gaze searching mine. "You ever wonder why you keep saying yes?"
I stiffened, caught off guard. My instinct was to deflect, but something in Asher’s tone made me pause.
"I don’t know," I admitted, exhaling. "Maybe I just want to experience things. Figure myself out."
Asher nodded slowly, as if he understood something I hadn’t yet grasped. "Or maybe you just like losing control."
The air between us grew thick. My breath hitched, but I didn’t break eye contact. Asher's gaze dropped to my mouth for a split second before he turned and walked toward his bed. He sat on the edge, legs spread slightly, one hand resting on his thigh.
"Come here," he said, his voice low but firm.
My feet moved before my brain fully processed it. When I stopped in front of him, Asher reached out, fingers brushing lightly over the hem of my shirt before slipping beneath, tracing over my stomach.
He tilted his head, watching my reaction. "You can stop anytime," he murmured, his voice softer now. "You don’t have to prove anything."
The sincerity in his voice made my chest tighten. Maybe it was the first real moment of the night that wasn’t just about chasing a thrill.
"I know," I said, and for the first time all night, I meant it.
His fingers curled slightly against my skin. "Good." Then his lips quirked up again, the teasing edge returning. "But something tells me you don’t want to stop."
I exhaled a laugh, shaking my head. "Not really."
Asher grinned, tugging me down until our mouths met. The kiss deepened quickly, heat flaring between us as hands roamed and clothes were stripped away. Soon enough, we were side by side on his bed, hands wrapped around our cocks, stroking together in sync. Asher's breathing was heavy, his British accent a husky rasp in my ear as he muttered filthy words that only made me harder.
"You feel so fucking good," he growled, his grip tightening around my wrist, guiding my movements. "I want to hear you moan for me."
The words sending a thrill through me. Before I could fully process it, Asher was nudging me onto my back, his lips trailing heat down my chest and stomach before he took my rock-hard dick into his mouth.
My fingers clenched in his hair as he worked me over, his tongue teasing, his movements calculated and deliberate. I gasped, hips bucking slightly, but Asher only hummed in approval, pinning me down with ease.
Then, just as I was teetering on the edge, he pulled back, his lips slick and his smirk devious. "Not yet," he murmured, reaching for something in his nightstand. My breath hitched when I saw the bottle of lube he pulled out, his expression darkening with intent.
"You sure?" he asked, his voice softer now.
I nodded, unable to form words.
That was all he needed. Asher positioned himself between my legs, spreading them wider as he slicked his quite long dick which was a bit thinner than Brady’s but both dicks was substantial in their own right. He guided my legs over his shoulders, his gaze locking onto mine as he pushed inside, slow but insistent. I gasped at the stretch, the sensation overwhelming but fucking exhilarating.
Asher groaned, gripping my hips. "Fuck, you're so tight. You feel incredible."
The sound of Jax’s bed creaking through the wall made everything even more surreal. Somewhere next door, my stepbrother was fucking some girl, and here I was—legs spread, Asher deep inside me, a completely different kind of moan spilling from my lips. The rhythm of their movements seemed to sync with ours, the unspoken competition fueling Asher’s thrusts.
He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "Looks like we’re not the only ones having fun tonight. Think we can fuck harder than them?"
I gasped as he snapped his hips, my answer coming in the form of a desperate moan. Asher smirked. "That’s what I thought."
With that, he set a punishing pace, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through me. My hands clutched at his shoulders, my body arching beneath him as we lost ourselves in the moment. The sounds from the next room only drove us further, the challenge unspoken but undeniable.
"You like that?" Asher growled, his voice rough with desire. "You like feeling me deep inside you?"
I could only nod, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The sensation of him filling me, the sound of our bodies slapping together, was almost too much to bear.
"Fuck, Nick," he muttered, his hips moving faster, harder. "You’re so fucking hot like this. So fucking willing."
Asher's words sent a surge of heat through me, his hips pistoning with a relentless rhythm. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. My fingers dug into his back, nails biting into his skin as I held on, lost in the intensity of the moment.
"Yes, fuck me," I gasped, his name a desperate plea on my lips. My cock throbbed, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level. I could feel every inch of him inside me, the friction sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body.
His breath hitched, and he let out a groan. "Fuck, Nick, I'm close. You feel so fucking good." His voice was ragged, his accent thick with desire. He reached between us, wrapping his fist around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.
The sensation of his hand on me, combined with the relentless pounding, was overwhelming. My vision blurred, and my body tensed, every muscle felt tight. "Oh shit! I'm—fuck—" I choked out, my voice breaking as the first wave of my orgasm hit. My cock pulsed in his grip, hot streams painting my stomach and chest, the scent of sex filling the air.
Asher's eyes locked onto mine, his expression fierce and possessive. He let out a deep, satisfied growl, his body going rigid as he buried himself deep inside me. I could feel the heat of his cum, the way his cock throbbed as he came undone. His hips jerked erratically, drawing out both our pleasures until we were left panting and breathless.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the aftershocks. Asher's forehead rested against mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The room was filled with the sound of our labored breathing, the intensity of the moment slowly giving way to a profound sense of satisfaction.
As our heartbeats slowed, Asher pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "Fuck, Nick," he murmured, his voice low and satisfied. "That was intense."
I let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah, I get why Brady likes it."
Asher's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Wait, was that your first time?"
I nodded, feeling a slight flush. "Yeah, it was."
A slow smile spread across Asher's face, and he leaned down to kiss me again. "Well, damn," he said softly. "I'm honored."
Just then, we heard a loud, unmistakable growl from the next room—Jax, clearly reaching his own climax. We both chuckled.
"Sounds like Jax had a good time too," Asher commented, a playful glint in his eyes.
“Yeah, looks like it.” I murmured.
Asher's hand found my waist as we drifted off to sleep, content and spent.
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