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Sean held his younger brother's head close to his chest, cradling him tightly while gently reassuring him. He ran his fingers through Daniel's long, tangled hair with one hand, while the other traced soothing circles on his back. His voice was a low, steady whisper, murming phrases like "It's okay" and "I'm here,"—Sean wanted Daniel to feel it in every touch, every murmur—that his big brother was here, an unshakable presence, ready to protect him, with no intention of ever letting go.
Daniel clung to his older brother with ferocity desperation, his small frame trembling as sobs wracked his whole body. His tears seeped into Sean's dusty hoodie, leaving faint trails of salt and sorrow behind. Slowly, the storm of rage within him began to settle, the tension easing from his limbs as his breathing found a steadier rhythm. With his nose buried in the familiar, grounding scent of Sean, Daniel inhaled deeply, as if trying to draw his brother's presence into his very soul. Even as a few sniffles interrupted his breaths, it wasn’t enough just to smell Sean—he needed to feel him, to anchor himself in the warmth and safety only his brother could provide.
They remained silent for a few more moments, and it wasn't as if Sean minded much, the day felt warm near the river and nature was painted in a pleasant golden color, and for brief moments, he could almost forget the reality of their situation—that they were practically being exploited by a weed farm.
A confusion woke him from his peace, feeling that something was poking his leg. He looked down trying to figure out what it was, without much success as Daniel was clinging to him as much as was physically possible. He tried to shift a little, and Daniel scooted forward, rubbing on his thigh in a needy way.
Sean sighed, practically used to what he thought was happening right now, then ran a hand through Daniel's greasy bangs and brushed them aside with care, speaking in a comprehensive tone. "Are you hard?" he inquired.
Daniel cringed, nodding a few times awkwardly, as if trying to hide in Sean's arms. "Yes." he replied quietly, burying his face even deeper into the worn wolf print on Sean’s hoodie.
"We need to do something about that." he remarked, in a matter-or-fact way. Daniel was only nine, but sometimes his hormones made him act like a restless preteen. Even Sean had to rush to give him "the talk" (thanks dad).
After a long pause filled with silence a huff escaped from the little wolf, moving forward again, rubbing his small erection. Sean spoke again. "Let's go to the tent, okay?"
Sean tried to pull away from the tight embrace, his hands pressing against Daniel’s small shoulders with just enough force to create some space. Daniel let out a small grunt of protest at the loss but eventually stepped back, his reluctance clear. He nodded once more, then silently fell into step behind Sean, his head lowered as he trailed after him, trying to cover the small boner he had under his tight jeans with his red t-shirt and looking all the way to the ground in blooming shame.
When they finally arrived, Sean bent down to unzip the tent, and Daniel pushed him to get inside in a hurry.
At this hour, the area was quiet, with only a few people outside—Finn, sitting under a tree, carving a wooden stick into a strange, shapeless figure, and Cassidy, lounging near the spot where they usually made the campfires. Cassidy greeted Sean with a relaxed smile, and he returned it, waving his hand in a friendly gesture before heading into his tent. “She probably has no idea what’s going to happen in here,” crossed his mind, almost like an intrusive thought. But it wasn’t truly intrusive—it was just the reality.
When he was inside he zipped it up, meeting an impatient Daniel, and even though they were out of view, he was still trying to hide the small tent in his pants.
Sean tossed himself onto his sleeping bag, landing with a thud on the hard floor, and patted his thigh in a silent invitation for his little brother to join him. He didn’t need to repeat the gesture—Daniel quickly crawled over, collapsing beside him and wrapping his arms around Sean’s waist, his small leg draping over him. Sean pulled him close, enveloping him in a warm embrace, as they settled together.
It wasn't long before he began rubbing shamelessly on Sean's hip, moving his little body up and down like a dog in heat humping a pillow, starting to breathe faster, as he grabbed hold of Sean's clothes, sinking his face back into the gap that formed between his neck and shoulder, burying his nose and breathing him in.
He whined, a trace of shame in his voice. "Uhmm, can you... take it off?" Daniel asked, his words hesitant.
Sean glanced at him, gently stroking his hair. "Take it off what?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion as he tried to figure out what Daniel meant.
For some reason, Daniel’s cheeks flushed a deeper red, his voice soft and sheepish as he mumbled, "Your... hoodie." He fiddled nervously with the laces of the hood, avoiding Sean’s gaze.
"Why?" Sean chuckled, noticing the way his little brother's face flushed even deeper, his discomfort growing more apparent.
"I just want to feel you closer," the little boy confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. With urgency, he placed both hands on the sides of Sean's hoodie, helping him pull it off over his head before tossing it carelessly somewhere nearby.
When Sean was left in nothing but his tank top, Daniel didn’t hesitate. He snuggled close again, pressing his face into the fabric near Sean’s neck, sniffing deeply wherever he could reach. His movements became more urgent, his anxiety growing with each breath, his small body trying its best to rub quicker.
"Woah, what are you doing over there, Lil' Cub?" Sean asked, amusement in his voice as he gently grabbed his little brother by the shoulders and pulled him away, offering a sheepish grin. Was that a signal? Sean wasn’t sure, but he knew he didn’t smell great. Since they’d arrived, they’d showered only once, maybe twice a week, constantly moving through hot, sticky places. His brother sniffing him like that—his face buried in his neck—wasn’t exactly a sight that made Sean feel at ease.
Daniel pouted, struggling to find the right words. "You know, when I have a panic attack, you always pull me into your chest..." Sean hummed in understanding, listening closely as he absentmindedly played with a lock of dark hair between his fingers. "Well, that comforts me a lot. Just your smell... and knowing you’re there," Daniel finished quietly, his gaze turning away, a trace of embarrassment creeping into his expression.
Sure, Sean’s particular smell wasn’t the most pleasant—usually a mix of dirt, sweat, and weed leaves. But none of that mattered to Daniel. It was the scent of his big brother, his home. Sean was the only thing he had left of Seattle, and somehow, every time he was close, something wild stirred inside him, something he didn’t fully understand. His heart would pound fast and his "little friend" would wake up every fucking time in a few seconds, and even if it was a natural thing to happen, he was always as ashamed as he was the first time it happened. He might have more control of his powers, but he seemed to be losing control of his body at the same time. It didn't matter the ocassion, everytime he was near is big brother, even with the slightest touch, he would become rock hard, becoming a really annoying feeling.
Sean looked at him dumbfounded, a tiny smirk slipping from his face. That reaction was both adorable and, well, kind of fucked up. But they had already done so many fucked up things that it didn't matter to add one more to the list.
"It's okay, Enano, whatever makes you happy," Sean murmured softly, pressing his lips to Daniel's forehead, leaving a wet, salty kiss. "Keep going."
Daniel lifted his hips again with a little moan as he was silently encouraged by his older brother. It felt good because Sean didn't freak out, Sean didn't pull him off and give him a dirty look, but instead caressed the back of his neck with his fingertips in that way that made his body tingle. Sean shifted his head to give him better access to all the skin he wanted to get, and Daniel took advantage, greedy and spoiled.
He shrunk his body awkwardly, gasping under his breath at his older brother's name while shaking uncontrollably. Sean shushed him with a giggle, whispering 'Quiet down, someone might hear you', and that pushed him over the edge, squeezing out his seed, hitting his orgasm between panting breaths.
Sean comforted him for a moment, stroking his back in that protective way as Daniel tried to compose himself.