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They had been at each other's throats all day, and Noel didn't know if it was wanting some sort of revenge for his hurt ego or the fact that, between recording while simultaneously promoting the album they hadn't even finished yet, he hadn't had the time to fuck anybody, but all he wanted to do was jump Liam's bones the second they were alone together.

First it was that the song wasn't good enough, then his guitar playing was shit. It eventually turned into an argument over an unlit cigarette that had been pursed between Liam's lips right before he was supposed to record his vocals.

It's gonna be absolute shit if you light that up right before.

Noel wasn't wrong. Smoking beforehand always affected Liam's voice, but it wasn't anything he hadn't heard before. Maybe he wanted to sound like shit.

Whatever was between them had turned from the most genuine type of anger to a somewhat uncomfortable sexual tension that, thankfully, no one else could sense despite the fact that it seemed to cloud the room and make the air so thick that Noel could swear he felt the weight of it in his lungs.

They had to take the bus home together, and Noel didn't know if it was for better or worse.

It was late. Far later than anyone should be out and trying to make a forty-five-minute commute by bus. They both knew they would be waiting for a while, maybe almost an hour, while they waited for a night-route bus to stop for them. They would be fine, really, as long as they didn't become Cain and Abel like they had both threatened so many times.

Noel would be Cain, in all honesty.

Bash his brother's head in with the nearest rock and live the rest of his life marked as the man who killed rock and roll's prettiest boy. Or, more importantly, his brother.

Liam smelt of cologne and smoke, and he stood with his back pressed against the shelter of the bus stop as he took a drag from his cigarette every few moments.

He looked so smug standing there.

He was a very pretty man. One of the prettiest that Noel had ever seen, actually. And although his brother was known as rock and roll's pretty boy, Oasis' boyishly handsome front man, Noel wasn't jealous. He held some sort of pride over being the slightly more ruggedly handsome older brother. They didn't look too dissimilar, in all honesty, but Liam was definitely prettier.

Especially with a cigarette between his lips, his smug little smirk curling into a slight snarl as he exhaled.

He knew he had pissed Noel off, and he was proud of it.

"Give me your lighter," Noel said. He was digging a cigarette out of the pack in the breast pocket of his shirt. He had forgotten his lighter in the studio, and even though the door was a mere one hundred feet away, it was easier to ask for Liam's. Or insist that he give it to him. Or take it from his pocket himself, if it came down to it.

"What?"

"Your lighter."

Liam took the lighter from his pocket and tossed it towards his older brother, who was seated on the bench. Noel caught it, barely, and muttered about him acting like a proper twat.

"So what if I'm a twat?" Liam asked.

He sounded far too proud of himself and far less afraid of Noel smacking him upside the head than he should have been.

"So what if I'm acting like a fucking twat?" he repeated, unintentionally taunting Noel. "Poor Noelie's got to deal me. Come on, our kid."

Noel lit his cigarette without saying anything and took a long drag before standing up, putting himself what felt like dangerously close to Liam. He had backed him into a corner, quite literally. He exhaled, thankfully intentionally avoiding blowing the smoke in Liam's face.

He didn't know if he wanted to hit or fuck the attitude out of him.

"You think it's rock and roll to act like a fucking twat?" he asked, gesturing wildly with the hand that held the cigarette. He took it between his lips once more and took a drag. "You think it's rock and roll? That's all you fucking say.' It's rock and roll, Noelie.' It's not. It's about the music."

This was about far more than whatever argument they had gotten themselves into today.

This was the product of months, or years, of built-up anger between them. Years of Liam acting like a petulant child and years of Noel having to put up with it. This was about Liam getting kicked off the ferry and deported from the Netherlands, about the constant forced rewrites because he didn't like Noel's choruses, about the occasional genuine hatred they felt for each other.

"I'm so fucking tired of you," he said.

And despite this, he resigned himself to taking another drag from his cigarette and sitting back down.

Until, of course, Liam taunted him again. This time, knowingly.

"Yeah? And what?"

Once again, Noel stood up and put himself face-to-face with his younger brother. His jaw was clenched, and he blinked hard a few times, refusing to let Liam know he had frustrated him to the point of tears. They locked eyes with each other.

Noel's were a bit darker and more intense due to the furrowing of his brow, but Liam's were more vibrant. They complemented each other near perfectly.

Neither said anything for quite some time, but Noel had placed a hand on Liam's shoulder, effectively pinning him to the fibreglass shelter wall. They just looked at each other, and gradually, over what felt like an eternity, Noel's gaze began to soften. He still wore a very intense expression, but it was one more akin to a form of primal need than one of pure anger.

"Suck."

He still had a hand on Liam's shoulder, but his other had travelled to gently caress Liam's cheek, and Noel slid his thumb in between his pink, pouty lips.

Liam had very kissable lips. Or very fuckable lips, Noel didn't know, really. He hadn't tried it yet, but he had spent more time than he would like to admit imagining how pretty Liam would look with his lips wrapped around his cock, his bright blue eyes fluttering shut every time Noel would hit the back of his throat, making him choke and gag every time he would push him past the brink of what he thought he could handle.

Liam didn't even try to fight him on it.

He willingly took Noel's thumb in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip before he leaned his head back to have the thumb pull far enough out of his mouth to tease him, just like he would if it had been Noel's cock instead.

It tasted of cigarette smoke, and he didn't even care.

Noel took his thumb from his mouth and instead replaced it with two fingers. He wasn't going to give Liam the satisfaction of becoming accustomed to what any part of him felt like in his mouth other than his cock. But he didn't think he was ready for that quite yet.

He had released Liam's shoulder, and his free hand went seemingly unnoticed as it trailed across Liam's chest and down to his hips, his fingertips tracing the waistband of his trousers.

"You like that?" Noel asked. It was his turn to taunt Liam. He used the fingers in his younger brother's mouth to force him to nod his head. He smirked as he spoke. "You like sucking me off?" Another nod. "I know you do."

The fingers that were trailing Liam's waistband travelled further, intentionally teasing him by gently tracing his upper thighs before cupping his fully erect cock through the fabric.

"You like it?" Noel asked again. He didn't need to ask, though. He already knew.

Liam let out a shaky breath around his fingers, and for a moment, he stopped sucking, and his tongue stopped tracing circles around the very tips of Noel's index and middle fingers, which were now coated in saliva.

Noel removed his hand and moved it back to Liam's cheek.

This time, instead of caressing it like he had done before, he gave him a gentle smack. It wasn't enough to hurt him, or to even sting. He didn't want to hurt him at all. But he wanted him to feel it and to know that he hadn't given him permission to stop.

"Did I tell you to stop, Liam?"

Liam started again, this time taking Noel's fingers further into his mouth. He was servicing them, worshipping them, really, like one would worship a cock as if it were the only thing they had ever wanted, the only thing they had ever craved.

Noel moved his hand back down to Liam's cock before changing his mind, deciding to grind their hips together, eliciting another shaky breath, and this time, a small moan.

He removed his fingers again.

They had both completely forgotten they were on the street, waiting for a bus that might take hours to come, where anyone might walk down the street and see them. And in that exact moment, it wouldn't have mattered even if they were aware of it.

Noel ground his hips against his brother's with even more force, one hand resting on Liam's shoulder and the other on his waist.

As they made eye contact again, he wondered if he would be going too far if he kissed him.

It was intimate already, but a small part of him feared that if he kissed him, it would open them up to a form of emotional intimacy that neither had ever spoken the desire for. Perhaps kissing him would take it too far. Even as he was deep in thought, he kept their hips moving against each other, sliding their cocks against each other, occasionally having to reposition if they had gotten too carried away and misaligned themselves. Even though the fabric, he swore he could feel Liam's cock throb, and he imagined that if he looked down, he would see precum leaking through his light-beige trousers.

Liam kissed him first, though. It was needy, and with far more genuine passion than Noel had expected, and if they had thought about it, they both would have realised that neither of them had ever experienced a kiss that had this level of desperation behind it.

Noel pulled away, and at first, Liam was afraid it was because he didn't want it or that he had gone too far. But Noel was breathless, and his eyes looked far more intense than he had ever seen before. But behind the intensity, there was still a hint of something that he couldn't quite put a name on. Concern, maybe, or care. Perhaps it was love, whether brotherly or otherwise.

"I need you to suck my cock, Liam."

Liam was a mess of pants and moans, and he seemed more than eager to get down onto his knees. Noel didn't even have to encourage him; he just got down onto his knees. And in an act that he himself didn't even expect, he stopped him.

He stopped Liam just long enough to take off his own coat and ball it up, placing it down onto the ground below Liam's knees.

Maybe it was concern that Liam had seen in his eyes, or love of some sort.

Liam's hands shook as he unbuckled Noel's belt. Not from nervousness, but from the novelty of it all. He had never been on his knees for another man before, and in all honesty, he didn't really know what he was doing. But he knew that Noel would tell him what to do and how to do it; he was very secure in what he wanted, and from how comfortable Noel seemed to be, he assumed that his brother knew exactly how he was going to teach him.

He unbuckled the belt slowly, then fumbled his way through unbuttoning his trousers. It felt painfully slow, but he knew that if he sped up, he would fumble even more and risk making a fool of himself.

Noel thought it was going slowly too, and he gently pushed Liam's hands away from himself and rested one on the back of his head, his fingers running through his hair. He used his free hand to finish unzipping his trousers and pull his boxers down to mid-thigh.

His cock was bigger than Liam had ever imagined, not that he would ever admit to having thought about it before. He was leaking precum, and as he had pushed his boxers down, a small amount of it had trailed from the head of his cock to the inner fabric, making Liam swallow hard at the realisation he was about to taste him in the most intimate of ways.

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As Noel pressed the head of his cock against Liam's lips, he realised that Liam might not even know what to do. He was unsure of whether or not he had ever been in a situation like this before. Not this specific situation, Noel was nearly 100% sure that Liam had never sucked cock at a bus stop before, but whether or not he had ever sucked cock to begin with was what Noel was unsure of.

He took a step back and got face-to-face with his brother, lowering himself so much that he was nearly kneeling on the ground in front of him. Gently, he caressed Liam's cheek and then let his hand travel upwards, running his fingers through Liam's shaggy hair.

"Open," he said gently.

Liam opened his mouth, his bright blue eyes gleaming with what seemed like pure desperation.

Noel spit in his mouth.

The younger man let out a moan, and Noel hushed him, telling him that they needed to be quiet so no one would hear. Again, he spit in his mouth before standing up and lining his cock up to his brother's lips.

Liam was looking upwards, and as Noel looked down into his eyes, he tapped his cock against Liam's pretty pink lips three times, spreading his precum across them. Liam licked his lips and gave a small smirk.

Surprisingly, Noel wasn't doing it as an act of dominance; it was more out of the desire for Liam to become comfortable with the idea of having a cock in his face and to give him the opportunity to decide, before it even really started, if he really wanted to take his brother into his mouth. To suck his cock until, hopefully, he got to swallow every drop of cum Noel was willing to give him. He had the ability to change his mind at any moment, of course, and he knew that even though it remained unspoken between them.

Liam parted his lips, and closing his eyes, he took as much of Noel's throbbing cock into his mouth as he could.

Admittedly, it wasn't much, maybe half of the length, at most, and he gagged at the unfamiliar sensation.

Noel let out a low, barely audible moan and resisted every temptation to use fingers he had tangled in Liam's hair to force him to take the rest of him.

Liam's tongue explored, tracing along every vein he could find, before finally removing himself from Noel's cock just enough that he could circle the head with his tongue and flick it against the frenulum.

As he did it, Noel's cock twitched hard, and he could taste more of Noel's precum directly on his tongue.

He loved the flavour, honestly. Or maybe he loved the idea that he was finally getting to taste the most forbidden parts of Noel that he had fantasised about for years.

With his hand wrapped around the base of Noel's cock and the other gripping Noel's thigh, he took more of Noel's length. This time, he went further, and as he sucked, his saliva ran out of the corners of his mouth.

He opened his eyes.

Noel was looking down at him with what could only be described as a look of pure ecstasy.

One of his hands was on the top of Liam's head, his fingers tangled in his shaggy mess of brown hair, and the other rested on Liam's shoulder.

He gently began to move Liam's head, guiding him back and forth on his cock. He wanted him to be familiar with every vein and to learn every action that would make his cock throb in his mouth, that made him leak more precum, and moan so deeply that he wouldn't be surprised if Liam could feel the vibrations travel all the way down from his throat to the head of his cock.

Finally, when he thought Liam was ready, he pushed deeper.

He noticed slight tears building in Liam's eyes and immediately withdrew himself. He kneeled down in front of him and touched his cheek. "Are you okay?"

He genuinely didn't want to hurt him at all. Despite all the anger, he had no ill will towards him. He wanted the both of them to enjoy it and to enjoy the risk they were taking of doing something so intimate in public, where anyone could walk by and see. Anyone could hear their moans and know immediately that they were moans of pleasure. They could watch Noel fuck Liam's face as some kind of act of dominance over him, letting him know that even though he was being so gentle and so careful, he owned him. He always had, and always would.

Liam laughed.

"Having my mouth open so long was making my eyes water."

Noel didn't say anything else, but he stood up and aligned his cock with Liam's mouth again. He pushed in even further than before and began gently fucking his pretty little mouth.

Saliva dripped from the corners of Liam's mouth, and he moaned, especially deeply when the head of Noel's cock would get closer to the back of his throat. He was a natural. His hands rested on the back of Noel's thighs, and he was gripping them and bringing them closer to him to get even more of his cock into his mouth.

He wanted to be throat fucked, really.

But Noel didn't think he was ready for that yet. He still wasn't allowing Liam to take more than 3/4ths of his cock into his mouth. He wasn't ready to give him the gratification of taking his cock to the hilt, having his nose buried in Noel's trimmed pubic hair, and feeling his cock throb as he inched closer and closer to cumming down his throat.

He was close, though, honestly.

It was taking all the self-control he had to not shoot his entire load down Liam's throat.

Finally, when he thought Liam was ready, he tightened his grip on his hair and forced the rest of his cock into his mouth.

Liam choked and gagged for a moment before adjusting to the feeling. He felt completely filled, and as Noel fucked his mouth, he was surprised that he had even managed to take him completely. The head hit against the back of his throat, and Liam moaned in time with the rhythm Noel had set. Every time he pushed deeper, Liam would let out low moans. They were guttural almost, and every few moments he would gag.

He looked beautiful like this.

He looked absolutely sex-drunk, and if Noel had it his way, he would look like this all the time.

Liam's eyes flicked open as Noel thrust into his mouth once more, and something about how beautiful his eyes looked and how much of an absolute slut he looked like with his lips wrapped around his big brother's cock pushed Noel so close to the edge that he didn't think he would even get to warn Liam before he came in his mouth.

Noel's thighs were trembling, and Liam himself could tell that he was close.

During all the nights they spent sharing the same bedroom as teenagers, he had learnt all of the pretty sounds Noel made. He heard the little moans and grunts Noel let out as he would stroke his cock, long after he thought Liam had fallen asleep. He had heard him swear under his breath as he came. Liam would even stroke himself to the same rhythm, not wanting Noel to be able to hear that his little brother was masturbating to the thought, sound, and sight of him.

"Liam," Noel said breathlessly. He tried to finish saying something, which Liam assumed was going to be a warning that he was going to cum.

Noel stopped thrusting into Liam's mouth, and his cock throbbed almost furiously as he let out what felt like the biggest load of cum he had ever released. His orgasm felt like it went on forever, forceful shots of cum hitting the back of Liam's throat.

Liam was doing his best to swallow, but when Noel finally slid his cock out of his beautiful little mouth, cum dripped from his lips.

They both had to take a moment to catch their breath before they did more than bask in pleasure. Noel was the first to move. He tucked his cock back into his trousers and kneeled down in front of Liam once more.

He gently scooted Liam off of the jumper he had laid on the ground for him and used the soft inner fabric to wipe the mixture of cum and saliva from his face. There were a few small tear tracks from where his eyes had been watering, and he was going to wipe them away before he realised Liam deserved something more gentle for being such a good boy.

He used his thumb to wipe away the small tears, and in an act far more emotionally intimate than either one of them expected, he kissed Liam.

Noel could taste his own semen on Liam's lips, and he smirked as he made the kiss deeper before pulling away.

He stood up and offered a hand to help Liam stand and gain his footing. As he stood, the streetlight hit him in just the right way that the front of his trousers was illuminated, and Noel could see that he had come in his trousers.

He thought about teasing him for it in that exact moment but decided to let Liam sit with the embarrassment for a while before teasing him and then offering him his coat to cover up before they got onto the bus. It could be their little secret that Liam was riding the bus home with his own load of cum drying in his boxers, having come untouched, just from the pleasure of sucking his brother's cock.

Liam had been moaning particularly loudly right before Noel came, and Noel figured that's when he must have finished.

He smirked as he looked at the stain, and he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of it even as he fished his pack of cigarettes from his pocket and offered one to Liam. He lit his with the lighter he had intentionally neglected to return to Liam after he had thrown it at him.

They were sitting so close together on the bench that they could feel each other's body heat, and after seeing Liam put his unlit cigarette between his lips, he leaned closer to him and lit the end of Liam's cigarette with his already burning one.

It felt like the ultimate act of intimacy. Or at least the type of intimacy they had.

Let me give you what's mine even though it will cause us both to burn out.

They waited for the bus wordlessly, the tension between them building yet again, but showing nothing but gentle affection to each other. Eventually, they began to speak again. Liam's throat was hoarse, and Noel shushed him.

"Let me talk, and you can listen."