In Need
Title: In Need Author: Shirahime Pairing: Shori/Yuuri Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 1,768 Summary: No real spoilers. Offering your help to a sibling.
Yuuri awkwardly manipulated the chopsticks in his left hand at dinner, trying to pick up the piece of meat to place in his hungry mouth. His right arm had been placed in a cast earlier in the day, hanging from a sling over his shoulder. Shori watched his brother’s efforts with a frown.
Yuuri sighed heavily. “I wish I was ambidextrous,” he said, leaning down to grasp the food in his lips before it fell to the plate again. “It would make this a lot easier,” he continued, voice muffled by his chewing.
Shori’s frown deepened. “This wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t so reckless. I told you that old tree’s branches looked like they wouldn’t hold.” Despite his warnings, Yuuri had climbed the old tree to retrieve an assignment blown away by the wind, the papers getting trapped in its branches. He’d had to watch in horror as the branch snapped, the screaming teen falling to the ground below. “You’re lucky that you weren’t killed.”
Yuuri eyed his brother. “You don’t have to be so dramatic. Everything turned out fine.”
Shori glared at him. “You can’t just plow through life without thinking of the consequences.” His eyes softened somewhat. “And it wouldn’t hurt if you just obeyed me sometimes.”
Their mother turned to the younger of the two. “That’s right, Yu-chan. You should listen to your older brother more. He just wants to keep you out of trouble.”
Yuuri made a disagreeing sound before scratching at the exposed skin at the edge of the cast. “It’s starting to itch already. Why’d it have to be my right arm?” he lamented.
Shori just watched him, brows knitted together.
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Night fell, the family drifting off to sleep save one of them. After lying awake in his bed for what seemed like an age, Shori rose, padding down the hallway toward his brother’s room. The knob turned, and Shori pushed the door open slightly to peer inside.
Yuuri lay on the bed, his body obscured by the blanket wrapped around his frame. Shori crept inside, certain that the creak of his footsteps on the floor wouldn’t wake the teen, deep sleeper that his brother was. He’d done this more times than he could remember, sneaking into his brother’s room as he slept, watching over him in the night. For during the day, Yuuri wouldn’t allow it, stubbornly refusing even the least bit of help.
Shori smoothed tousled hair back from his brother’s face. Yuuri looked so peaceful this way, A soft but sad smile on Shori’s face, he remembered how close they had been when Yuuri was a little boy, how he’d always relied on him and followed him wherever he went. But all too soon, Yuuri had sought out his independence. More than once, Shori wished that they could revisit those times.
Shori’s hand moved from hair to cheek, stroking soft skin. Absently, his thumb stroked across his brother’s lips. He wondered if Yuuri had had his first kiss yet, or his first teen crush. Even in matters like this, Yuuri didn’t ask him for advice, so he had no idea how the boy had faired in that department, or how much Yuuri had done. Yuuri never even seemed to talk about girls. And he always hung out with that other boy with seemingly kind dark eyes in which lurked much more. Shori felt a pang of jealousy at the other boy being more welcomed into parts of Yuuri’s life than he was. After a few moments, Yuuri seemed to move into Shori’s touch before snuggling farther under the covers, making his brother smile, Yuuri’s unconscious movements reassuring him.
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The next morning, the sound of water filling the bathtub drew Shori to stand outside of the bathroom door. Downstairs, he could hear the sounds of their mother in the kitchen preparing breakfast for her boys. Shori raised a hand to place on the knob as the sound of flowing water stopped. He imagined that he could hear the sound of rustling fabric as Yuuri shed his robe before slipping into the water of the tub with a gentle splash.
Yuuri looked over at the door as it opened, fixing his brother with a questioning gaze. Shori’s expression seemed odd to him. “Eh? Do you have to use the bathroom or something?”
“No,” he answered. “I was going to help you get cleaned up, wash your back-”
Yuuri grumbled. “I’m not a baby! I can bathe myself.”
Ignoring his protests, Shori took the cloth from his brother, kneeling by the side of the tub. “It wouldn’t do for you to get the cast wet. And you’re so awkward with your left hand.”
“Shori-”
“Just let me help you this once, okay?”
At seeing the gentle expression on his brother’s face, Yuuri relented. It wasn’t that big of a deal, and if it would get him some peace and quiet from his brother’s nagging later, he supposed that it would be fine. He allowed his brother to help him bathe. He held his cast away from the water as Shori lathered his skin with soap, cleaning him. Yuuri gradually began to eye his brother with a degree of unease. Shori had a rapt expression on his face, as if his eyes were trying to burn what they saw into memory. And the strokes of the cloth against his skin were almost caressing. Yuuri tried to brush off these thoughts as paranoia.
Shori placed a hand on Yuuri’s lower back as the strokes of the cloth moved up his inner thigh. There was an eagerness to his gaze that make Yuuri uncomfortable.
“H-Hey, I can do this part,” Yuuri told Shori, making a motion to retrieve the cloth from his brother.
Shori locked his gaze with his brother’s as the teen tried to tug the cloth away as it rested on his upper thigh, but Shori’s grip on it was firm. “It’s fine. I can do it. You have to get clean everywhere.”
Yuuri frowned, but let go of the cloth. He didn’t want to get into an argument over what could be nothing. Shori smiled at him briefly before directing his attention back to the area he was washing. He used languid strokes to cleanse his brother’s loins that had Yuuri squirming after a few moments.
“Okay, I’m clean enough there!” Yuuri told his brother, grasping his wrist with his left hand to try to still his motions.
At the same time that Yuuri began to blush, Shori’s eyes widened at the sensation of something hardening under his hand. Embarrassed, Yuuri shoved Shori away, refusing to meet his gaze.
After a moment of surprise at Yuuri’s actions, Shori smiled faintly, moving closer. The crown of Yuuri’s erection peeked out from the surface of the water.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s perfectly natural for something like this to happen.”
“No, it’s not!” Yuuri insisted. His face burned with shame over his body’s response to his brother’s touch. Water splashing in the tub, Yuuri hurriedly moved toward the faucet to turn on the cold water.
Shori grasped his shoulders gently, stilling him. Yuuri looked up at him. That strange expression was back. “There’s a quicker way to get rid of it then that,” Shori told him, placing a hand on his belly to slide down lower.
“Hey… hey! Shori!” Yuuri sputtered, trying to still the stroking motion of his brother’s hand to no avail.
“Be still, Yuuri,” Shori told him, his voice strangely roughened. He didn’t meet his brother’s eyes since his gaze was directed elsewhere. “If you splash around too much, you’ll get the cast wet.”
“I… I’m not really worried about that right now!” Yuuri replied, his hand around his brother’s wrist. He only half-heartedly tried to pull it away at this point.
As the teen began to arch backward, grimacing, Shori placed a supporting arm around his shoulders, his other hand working more diligently as he peered down at the expression on Yuuri’s face. He wanted to remember everything about this moment in case a chance like this never came again. Shori shifted as he kneeled, becoming erect at the choked sounds that his brother began to make. Yuuri’s erection seemed to throb in his caressing hand.
“Shori, what-” Yuuri choked out.
“Shh,” his brother hushed. “Just let me, Yuuri. Let me do this for you.” Eagerness edged his words.
“But-” Yuuri tried to protest, but was interrupted by lips pressing against his own. He tried to speak, but the sound was swallowed by his brother as he deepened the kiss hungrily.
Yuuri struggled against the kiss briefly before fisting his good hand in his brother’s shirt at the shoulder. Shori held him carefully so as not to put pressure on his cast. He moaned as he felt his brother begin to push up into the circle of his fingers, wishing that Yuuri’s other hand could touch him where he ached. Shori tried to ease his throbbing erection by rubbing against the side of the tub, only getting enough friction to inflame him further.
The movements of Yuuri’s hips made the water splash gently in the tub. The teen broke the kiss to moan aloud, arching his back sharply as his body tensed. Shori watched in rapt attention as pearly fluid arced to splash on Yuuri’s belly, the remnants dribbling onto his hand. Yuuri’s chest heaved as Shori washed the traces of his essence away in the bathwater.
Blushing, Yuuri sat up, staring at his brother silently, unsure of what to say. He startled at the sound of footsteps approaching outside the door.
“Yu-chan! Breakfast is ready,” his mother called. “Is Shori in there with you?”
Yuuri began to sputter nervously before his brother answered. “Yes, Mother. I was helping Yuuri get cleaned up.”
Outside the door, their mother clasped her hands together as she held them to her cheek. “Ah! What a good boy! Helping your little brother when he’s injured. Yu-chan, you’re lucky to have such a kind older brother like Shori!”
Yuuri groaned in answer as he made a face, their mother heading back downstairs. Shori smiled, embracing him.
“She’s right, you know,” Shori told him, his chin in the crook of Yuuri’s shoulder. “You’re lucky to have someone as devoted to you as I am.” He snuggled against him.
“Lucky isn’t the word I’d use right now,” Yuuri muttered. He stiffened as an errant hand made its way downward. “Eh!” he shouted, trying to push his brother away. “That’s how all of this started in the first place!”