Toy Story

Summary: Theodor Harvey has the perfect Christmas gift for his little brother Cecil... Golbez/Cecil AU PWP.

Author's Note: Incestuous Christmas smut, nothing more XD. Has absolutely NOTHING to go with the movie “Toy Story.”


Toy Story


Theodor Harvey was one lousy cook.

“Fucking piece of shit...”

Ever since he had gotten back from a very last-minute Christmas shopping trip, the massive man had been cooking. Attempting, and failing. What had been an AA-grade turkey was now a black, burnt mass of meat.

“Last time I try this shit out.”

After making sure the fire alarms wouldn't go off in the condo, he headed out of the kitchen and into the living room. He reached for the cordless phone when a smaller, more feminine version of him stepped out of the bathroom. The boy's white-silver hair was neatly combed, and he was dressed in fancier manner than he had been earlier; a snug purple button-down shirt and black dress pants replaced jeans and the extra-large Soilwork t-shirt. Most of the time, Cecil floated in his clothes...

“Well Cecil, forget the turkey. We might as well order out.”

The youth shrugged, unaffected by the loss of the traditional Christmas turkey. Theodor and him had never dealt in the 'traditional' ways. Their parents long dead, Theodor had raised him on his own, playing both father and brother for his younger sibling. And that was only a small part of their history.

“Troian food doesn't sound bad,” Cecil stated. He sat on the couch and grabbed the TV remote, then zapped between equally boring channels until he found what he wanted – the local rock-alternative satellite radio station. “Unless you want something else?”

Theodor exhaled slowly, deep in thought. His fingers drummed on the cordless without real rhythm. “Order whatever you want. Anything is better than that failed turkey of mine.” He tossed the phone on the couch and watched it bounce not too far away from Cecil, who picked it up and dialed a number.

“Yeah, I'd like to order...”

In the meantime, Theodor left the room, giving extra time for his brother to order their meals. He reached his bedroom and took a gift bag from his closet. A wide smirk formed on his lips as he thought of its contents; hopefully Cecil would find some use out of it.

“Theo, what do you want?”

What exactly did he want? “Just get me what you're having, Cess.”

“Okay!”

Of course it wouldn't be wise to give him this gift before the delivery boy came with their food. Still, he couldn't wait to see the look on Cecil's face...

“Theo, where's your credit card?”

The man mentally traced his wallet back. His other pair of jeans' back pocket, which now laid somewhere in the bathroom floor. “I'll get it, hold on.” He crossed to the bathroom and picked up the lone pair of jeans, then headed back out. The wallet was also tossed on the couch. For a moment, Cecil looked completely lost as what to do with it.

“Cecil, you can look through, you know.”

“Oh.”

Theodor chuckled. His brother never ceased to amaze him. The shy little boy had grown up to be a shy little man. He watched as Cecil delicately opened the wallet and fumbled around with the cards. “Okay, it's four-five-three-zero...”

So innocent and naïve. So adorable. Cecil tapped his foot to the soft music, head going left and right slowly. Sapphire eyes were fixed on the plastic card in his hand, oblivious to exactly how Theodor stared at him.

“... One-one-two-six. … … Two, six. Yes.”

Maybe it was better this way.

The boy hung up and posed the cordless phone on the coffee table. “They said it'd take about fifteen, twenty minutes.”

“Very well. How about a quick game of chess in the meantime?”

Cecil stretched on the couch and cracked his neck. “Sure. You're going down, brother.”

“You wish.”

~

“I'm full. Couldn't eat another bite.”

Theodor dropped his plastic fork on the empty plate. His purple eyes wandered to Cecil, who was still stuffing his boyish face with rice and chicken. The man was skin, bones and some muscles – where the hell did he store all that food? Theodor had the bigger body... and Cecil easily ate the same portions as he did.

“Damnit Cecil...”

Sapphire orbs lifted up to him. “Hm?”

“You better not get sick,” Theodor warned, only half-joking. He didn't want Cecil to throw up all over him later on.

The boy rolled his eyes. “I won't.”

“This reminds me... Come with me, Cecil.” Theodor trailed the sentence off. He strolled to the room. His brother tagged along like a lost, curious kitten.

He motioned his younger brother to sit on the couch, and headed to his bedroom. “I took some huh... liberties with gift selection this year. But I think you'll enjoy it.” He came back with a pink and purple gift bag, and handed it to Cecil. “Merry Christmas, little bro.”

What in the world could Theo have picked, and put in a pink bag?

“... Don't look at me like that. It came in this.”

Still, Cecil smiled softly. Over the years, Theodore had proven to be good at picking gifts for him – from the paid trip to Fabul they went on two years ago, to the gaming consoles resting around the giant HDVT in front of them.

The bag was heavy. He overlooked the girlish packaging and gently removed the paper, which revealed a deep blue velvet case. He pondered a moment as to what was inside, but found no answer shaking the box or weighting it.

In front of him, Theodor waited patiently, a smirk stapled across his face.

Cecil opened the case.

Theodor's smirk widened.

“What... is this?” the youth asked, brows quirked in confusion. “Who uses a sword made of glass...” He lifted a rod-shaped object by what appeared – to Cecil anyways – as a sword handle.

His brother promptly slapped his palm against his forehead. Never in his life had Cecil's name fitted so much. “Cecil...”

“Hey, don't get me wrong Theo, it's really nice!” The boy's sapphire eyes were wide open in amusement. “I just wonder what it is.”

“I hear you at night, you know...”

Cecil stared at his brother right in the eyes, head cocked. “Huh?”

Definitely blind.

“The dreams you have.”

Same blank look.

“... It's a dildo, Cecil.”

The boy dismissed it with a wave of the object itself. “You're kidding me, right?”

Theodor didn't waver.

Cecil's cheeks flushed red, partially embarrassed, partially because his brother was dead right. “I've... I've never even used this before...” he garbled, eyes unable to leave the glass wand. “I didn't even know you knew...”

Theodor walked to his sibling and playfully ruffled his hair. “I'm your big bro. A big bro has to know that kinda stuff.” He let the words sink in for a few seconds, and sat beside the young man. “Why don't you give it a shot?”

Cecil's silver head spun around, as if he had been slapped. “Right now?”

“Why not?”

The boy's cheeks grew even redder. Theodor only grinned back at him.

“I can help you if you want.”

Cecil bit his lower lip, seemingly torn apart between morals and desire. “You're my brother, Theo...”

The massive man shrugged it off. “So what. Our place is soundproof, blinds are down, no one will even know, and even less care.”

He watched Cecil's nervous movements; the jitter in his fingers, the way his foot tapped the carpeted floor with no real rhythm, his eyes going from left to right. Maybe the suggestion had been over-the-top.

“Well if you don't want to, it's okay. I won't force you, Cecil.”

He waited a moment, trying to look through his brother for a change.

“Okay.”

The answer was sudden. The other man's movements had finally steadied.

“Only have one life to live. I can't stay a virgin all my life... and I trust you. So why not?”

Theodor repeated what Cecil had said earlier. “I'm your brother.”

“You're the one who suggested it.” Cecil looked at his sibling with an awkwardly obvious stare.

He was left with zero arguments. “Very well. Take off your clothes.”

Well that was logic. Cecil, feeling somewhat exposed, slowly unbuttoned his shirt and let it rest on the back of the couch. He had to get up to take his pants and boxers off, then sat back on the couch, legs crossed. A shy smile formed on his thin, full lips.

As for Theodor, he towered over his brother. He had seen the youth naked many other times, and it wasn't the first time he had perverted thoughts about him.

Only this time, he could act on his urges.

Theodor moved closer and sat beside Cecil. He hunched over his legs, peaceful, and waited for his brother's shy demeanor to fade out, though his only wish was to pounce on the lithe figure and fuck his brains out.

Cecil's delicate fingers trailed the object in his hand, feeling its soft glassy texture. He had never really been the kind of man to watch porn, and the schools he had attended didn't usually teach men about sex toys.

He lifted his head toward his big brother. “Well huh...”

Theodor took it as his cue. He reached for the dildo's butt plug end, and drew the other end close to Cecil's mouth. “Might wanna get a bit more familiar with it,” he stated, brows quirked. So damn oblivious and desirable.

The boy took a few seconds to realize what was going on, and parted his pale lips enough to take the toy's head in. It wasn't as awkward as it had seemed. He ran his tongue over the glass head, more to look for any taste rather than pure pleasure.

When a large hand settled on his thigh, Cecil jumped slightly, focus lost. Theodor moved his fingers to his groin, and Cecil had to take deep breaths to calm himself. He felt his shaft stir, partially against his will – a very, very tiny portion which reminded him that incest was classed as “wrong”.

A part he pushed far away from his thoughts.

Theodor gently spread Cecil's legs open and wrapped his fingers around the man's cock, feeling it as it gorged with blood and became harder. He slowly brought is hand up. Under his touch, Cecil quivered, and a light moan escaped his throat, muffled by the glass dildo still in his mouth.

Cecil's smaller hand reached for the one holding the toy up. The boy was able to do it by himself. With his hand now free, Theodor quickly unzipped his black jeans and discarded them.

He reached for the bag left on the floor and plucked a small bottle of lube out of it, before he sat back on the couch and lifted Cecil's upper body – almost his ass too – on his lap. He was about to smother some of the cherry-scented liquid over his own fingers when he thought of something...

He pulled the dildo out of Cecil's mouth, which earned him a puzzled look. Theodor put a few drops of the lube on the toy and held it to his brother's mouth. The boy parted his lips again, and emitted a surprised moan.

“Give me your hand.” The youth obeyed, and gasped as Theodor spread lube on his digits. “Finger yourself.”

For a moment, Cecil stopped moving. With one hand Theodor lifted his brother's legs up, and with the other, dragged the fingers to his ass.

So. Awkward. Cecil felt his own opening, unsure of his own actions. He kept looking around nervously as he touched himself. He mentally cursed his cowardice. Other men did it... hell, even his own brother might have done it on a regular basis.

Still, it took several long seconds until he dared insert one finger. The initial penetration – by his own finger was extremely bizarre... and yet, he was aroused. A soft, high-pitched moan escaped his lips.

Theodor smirked. On his lap, his brother stirred. It only made him harder. He let his hand move across the smooth, pale skin, inducing more muffled moans.

He didn't want Cecil to move, but he still couldn't take care of his erection. At least it wasn't painful yet... he'd find a way to come sooner or later. His amethyst purple eyes were set on his sibling, who mindlessly toyed with himself, the glass cock still in his mouth.

“Put another in,” Theodor encouraged. The dildo wasn't too large – an inch and a half? - but since it was the other man's first shot at anal sex, he decided his brother could use some more training. And he had to be honest, Cecil looked way too adorable with two fingers going in and out his own ass.

He removed the dildo from Cecil's mouth, then motioned for him to sit up. A pair of confused blue eyes stared at Theodor as he stood up and removed his boxers, sat back down, and gave a few his hard-on quick strokes. He rubbed some lube over it, and held it in Cecil's direction.

The boy just looked at it. “You want me to...?”

Theodor sighed. “Get on all fours and suck it.”

“Alright...” With a bit of a dubious look, Cecil obeyed and crouched, his head hovering over his older sibling's erected cock. He licked the head, shy, and finally took an inch or two in his mouth.

Theodor had to make insane efforts to keep from ramming into his brother's mouth. Instead, he used two if his large fingers to probe Cecil's opening. That would do.

He replaced the fingers with the glass toy. Cecil gasped at the cold sensation in his backside; Theodor could feel labored breath on his groin. Slowly, he dug more of the wand in his ass, careful not to hurt the boy.

The moans came soon after. As muffled as they were by his cock, Theodor could feel the vibrations in his crotch. Cecil took more of the member in his mouth, yet his brother felt it wasn't enough. He pushed a little, and let out a short, satisfied groan.

Cecil's eyes half-closed in pleasure. So much innocence into such a little package. His hips rocked along with the rhythm established by Theodor, demanding more. Theodor complied, and pushed the dildo to to the hilt. He watched in awe as those blue eyes opened wide. His lips, though covering the larger man's shaft, parted. The boy moaned and writhed in pleasure.

The older brother reached for the boy's silver hair and ran his hand in the soft strands, to push a few bangs away from his pretty, aroused face. With his other hand, he thrust faster; and if he had been given the option, would have delved deeper.

Cecil's body quivered and shivered every time the rod rammed his prostate. He had a hard time standing on all fours, and crumbled to his stomach. The move didn't stop Theodor from stopping his actions. He still pulled the dildo in and out, while his other hand stroked Cecil's back.

Lips came off from his shaft; Cecil's head fell backwards as he whined and panted, on the verge of climax. He forced himself back on his knees and pumped at his own erection. His whole body shook as he erupted, spreading his seeds over the – thankfully - white couch. He collapsed again, whimpering. His blue eyes were set on his older sibling, who had resorted to his left hand to replace Cecil's soft lips.

Through half-lidded eyes, he observed his little brother. The boy laid his head on Theodor's thigh, just in time for his orgasm. Theodor exploded over his stomach and thighs, but most of it ended up on Cecil's pretty face. He stared at the thick white streaks across Cecil's skin and hair, and let a sigh of satisfaction.

“Damn, Cecil... for a first-timer...”

Spent and tired, the boy curled around his sibling. “Did I do well?”

“Hell yeah.”

The brothers simply sat there, quietly basking in the afterglow. And they would have eventually fallen asleep, hadn't it been for one little thing...

The door burst open.

“Merry Christmas guys!”

A female voice took over; sweeter, obviously embarrassed. “Edge, really, knock next time...”

Theodor turned his head to the door. His brows quirked.

A man with short-ish white hair stood in the frame. The woman hung her head down, green curly hair covering her face, hands balled into fists. She would have killed her boyfriend for barging in her friend's apartment.

Cecil completely forgot about the drying white streak of sperm on his face. He happily got to his knees, exposing his upper body. “Edge! Rydia! How nice of you two to drop by. Merry Christmas!”

Edge had no words to express himself. Embarrassed, he chuckled and closed the door so only his face could be seen. “You know... we'll come back in like, half an hour. Right Rydia?”

The woman simply mumbled. “Teaches you not to do that again...”