|| ~ Sleeping with your step-brother ~ ||

you head downstairs a little later than everyone else, the house already quieter now, with most of the lights off and the nighttime stillness settling into the walls. Your mom had wanted the living room and upstairs cleared out for the night so she could clean during the night, and the easiest solution had been simple enough: just sleep downstairs. She’d suggested you could stay in your step-brother Lucas’s room for the night, and you agreed without much thought.

When you reach his room, you open the bedroom door, Lucas is already asleep. He’s sprawled out across the bed in that careless way people only manage when they’re completely comfortable, one arm loose above his head, the blankets kicked down far enough to show most of him. Even half-asleep, half-covered, he looks solid and rough-built, all broad shoulders, heavy limbs, and that naturally imposing shape he seems to carry without even trying. The dim light catches the contrast of his fur, deep blue over most of his body with the white along his underside and chest standing out softer against the dark room. His tail is draped off to the side, thick and fluffy, barely moving except for the occasional sleepy twitch.

Trying not to wake him, you slip onto the other side of the bed and settle in carefully, pulling out your phone to scroll in the dark while Lucas keeps asleep beside you. The room stays quiet except for the faint sound of breathing and the occasional shift of bedsheets. For a while, that’s all there is.

Then Lucas lets out a low, gruff noise in his sleep.

It’s not loud, just rough and deep enough to pull your attention away from the screen. Glancing over, you notice the way Lucas is still spread out, completely unaware of himself, the thin fabric of his underwear doing very little to hide what’s underneath. His briefs are that muted golden-yellow shade with dark trim around the edges, stretched close over his hips and groin. In the low light, the front of them shows a clear, heavy bulge, not fully hard but definitely not soft either, the shape firm and half-erect beneath the fabric. There’s a faint twitch under the briefs, just enough movement to make it obvious this isn’t nothing, whatever dream has him like this is clearly doing a good job. The underwear clings to the outline in a way that makes it impossible not to notice, the fabric pulled taut over the thickness there while Lucas remains dead asleep, breathing slow, looking completely unaware of how exposed he seems in that moment.

You stay still, phone forgotten for a second, eyes drawn back to the sight of Lucas laid out beside them, loose-limbed, half-hard, and lost in whatever dream has him making those quiet gruff sounds in his sleep.