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The twenty-four hours of minimal contact between the brothers was absolute hell. Certainly, neither had encountered a more formidable bout of torture - not even the hours leading up to birthdays and Christmases. So it was no surprise to Alvin or Simon that the days following their punishment - or rather, what the two felt to be a punishment - became increasingly worse.
Simon was able to keep himself more composed than his older sibling, as he had within the initial hours of Dave's decision. At least, he was able to remain himself on the surface in front of Dave, Theodore, and his classmates. It was only when he was left to himself, did Simon's psyche start to unravel. The hobbies he once set aside to spend more time with Alvin, ironically, did nothing for him now that he had all the time in the world to indulge. His concentration in regard to his homework was on its way to a downward spiral; sure, he'd manage the work, but it would drag to mind-numbing lengths (almost to the due dates!).
Alvin, on the other hand, was far less subtle. His fuse became shorter with every passing day. He lashed out and cursed anyone within earshot, save for Simon. Knowing that the next day he'd only be allowed the barest moments with his brother, Alvin was unable to get a decent night's sleep (the bags under his eyes tipped off Simon and he hypothesized this was a factor in his general grumpiness). Irony was no stranger to the elder chipmunk either; with the number of times Dave sent him to his room and the days he was asked to stay after school by his teachers, Alvin single-handedly robbed the pair of several hours of shared-time. Even though they wouldn't be alone, it was still that much more time to be in each other's presence.
Being unable to have the other's company wasn't the only factor in tearing up the mentality of the brothers. Certainly the physical contact was very much missed by both parties. However, the inclusion of one particular variable brought a significant restlessness to Alvin and Simon - orgasm through sexual contact. By the end of the first week, both brothers had been guilty of letting a stray hand wander when they found time to themselves. After a few moments of stroking and thinking back to the one night they had shared together, they were able to release the built-up tension - only to have those insatiable urges spike again (sometimes even minutes later).
"What are you looking at?" Alvin demanded the next morning on the routine walk to school. He had snapped at his female counterpart when he found she was eying him for the past few minutes and he had went with it until he lost his patience.
"Don't you yell at me, Alvin Seville!" Brittany snapped back at him, no stranger to his recent uncalled for outbursts within the past week and a day.
"I'll damn well do what I want, Brittany Miller!" Alvin shot back at her, getting a gasp from Theodore, Eleanor and Jeanette. Simon remained silent, watching his brother with worry and concern.
"Well so will I, Alvin! If that means staring at you, then so be it!" she countered, getting in his way and stopping the trek to school.
Alvin growled and his fingers curled into fists, Simon being the only one to notice such a small detail.
"Well, I'd rather not be stared at," he said lowly. Brittany folded her arms over her chest.
"Oh! The great Alvin Seville not wanting a girl's attention?" Brittany taunted, narrowing her baby blue eyes at him.
"Not a girl like you, Brittany," he countered. He lifted his arm and began pushing his sleeves up, preparing to hit her.
Simon made his way past the others and put his hands on Alvin's shoulders, "Alvin, don't." The contact from his brother immediately calmed him and he fixed his sleeve and lowered his hands back to his sides. He glared at Brittany though and Simon guided him past her and continued down the sidewalk.
"What a jerk!" Brittany exclaimed as they followed the brothers.
"Well, Brittany," Eleanor began. "You should have just left him alone. You know how he's been lately." Brittany rolled her eyes and huffed, but remained silent
"Alvin," Simon whispered, walking alongside his brother. "You know Brittany's just being herself. I know how you're feeling, but getting into fights will only make things worse."
At the moment Alvin wasn't angry. Having Simon so close made him the complete opposite of what he had been moments ago. He tried not to think of how close it was to him being away from him again.
Instead of answering, Alvin just looked at his brother. His blue eyes shone with the pain he was enduring at being so close, yet so far from him. They showed how much he wanted him and missed him, and they showed just how much more he could bear, and it wasn't much.
Simon searched his brother's eyes before looking ahead. He wanted to get rid of those emotions Alvin was feeling. He wanted to make his eyes shine with happiness and contentment. But he couldn't. Not with how they were never alone, and how dead on Dave was with keeping them apart. He himself really wasn't coping well at all, but seeing Alvin like he was didn't make matters any easier.
"Alvin Seville, sit down in your seat!" his teacher snapped. Alvin at this rate was doing all he could to get in trouble. At the rate he was going, he didn't need to do anything special. At this current moment, all he did was stand in his chair. He grinned upon hearing the obvious annoyance in his teacher's voice.
"Aw, but I can see so well from here," he stated.
"Yeah, Ms. Smith, you know how short he and his chipmunk brothers are," Darren, a student a couple rows to his left stated with obvious venom to the statement.
This was a class Alvin had by himself. Dave had seen how he was acting out lately, and had Simon and Theodore's schedules changed so they could stay focused better. Alvin knew he really did it to keep him and Simon apart, but did Theodore as well to make his reason more believable.
He looked over at Darren, his gaze hard. He had no real comment on Darren's statement. It was true; he and his brothers were short compared to the human kids. And so despite the tone he had spoken with, he couldn't complain.
"That's enough, Darren," Ms. Smith said. She looked to Alvin, hoping he would listen this time and opened her mouth to make her instructions clear once more.
"A'course," Darren continued. "Outta all three of'em, Alvin is the coolest. His fat baby brother and his tall geeky brother are just waste of space." For once, a compliment did fuel his ego. The insults to his brothers fueled his rage though, and given how angry he's been as of late, it was not a good combination. Calling Theodore fat wasn't as angering as calling Simon a geek. Although he would defend his brothers no matter what, the connection he had with Simon made the insult aimed at him hit him harder than the one aimed at Theodore.
"What did you just say?" Alvin asked, folding his arms over his chest, his eye narrowed intensely.
Darren smirked. "I said your bros are a waste of space. Both the fat one, and the geeky one. Ya hear me this time?"
Alvin pushed both his sleeves up. "Oh yeah, I heard you." In a flash, he hopped from his desk and across the ones next to him and landed directly on Darren, knocking him out of his seat and to the floor with his feet. He began punching the other child in his face and delivering a few kicks to his stomach and chest before he felt himself being lifted off him.
He glared at Darren, breathing heavily and his eyes blazing with heated anger. He was sat on his teacher's desk and she made him look at him. The pure rage in his eyes stopped her short of scolding him and simply sent him to the principal's office.
Alvin fumed silently on his way to the office. He had almost never been more ticked off. Dave's decision still took the cake. But Darren insulting his brothers—insulting Simon—was almost just as bad. He wished he had gotten a good few more hits in before Ms. Smith got him off him.
"In trouble again, Alvin?" Brittany's voice reached him when she came out of the bathroom. She put her hands on her hips. "When will you learn to-"
"Would you shut up!" he snapped. Brittany fell silent. "Just, shut up!" His voice rang down the empty hall and a couple of classes with open doors had some nosy students looking to see what was going on.
Simon happened to do so as well, recognizing Alvin's voice. He asked his teacher to be excused and went down the hall, watching Brittany walk back to class and Alvin continued his trip to the office. "Alvin!" he called. Alvin stopped and turned, looking back at his brother.
All his anger left when his brother embraced him tightly. Alvin buried his face in Simon's shoulder and clung to him like he never wanted to let go. In reality, he really didn't. Simon pulled back from the hug. "What are you doing out of class?"
Alvin looked away, almost ashamed. "I got sent to the principal's office for beating up Darren." Simon sighed.
"He insulted you guys, Simon! No one insults my brothers in front me!" Alvin snapped at Simon for the first time. Simon looked almost hurt, but he hid it. Alvin glared at the wall. "I'm tired of being told to control my anger. I can't!" He looked back at Simon, seeing his brother's eyes had tears in them. Alvin's anger evaporated into concern and guilt. "Si…? I'm sorry."
"It's not you, Alvin," Simon said, wiping his eyes. His ability to keep himself reserved was deteriorating, and Alvin snapping at him had hurt, and he was certain that's why he had gotten emotional. But he knew Alvin hadn't meant to do so, so he wasn't going to hold it against him.
"I just miss you, Si," Alvin whispered. "The little things like now don't do much anymore. I do enjoy them; it's just not enough…"
"I know, Alvin," Simon whispered back.
"Beating up another classmate, Alvin?" Dave asked in shock. Alvin wondered how he could still be surprised about these things. "Suspension for a whole week?"
Alvin had the impulse to shrug. But he fought it.
"And to make things worse, you're practically failing every class but P.E." P.E. was Alvin's venting class, and so he could easily partake in the activities every day. It was dodge ball ironically, and he took full advantage of attacking his classmates with good reason.
"Well then it looks like I won't be getting straight F's this semester then, huh?" Alvin asked with sarcasm tinged into his voice.
"Save it, Dave," he cut in and went to his bedroom door. "I'll save you the trouble." He went into his room and slammed the door shut.
Dave sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose and heading downstairs to get started on dinner.
Alvin lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Simon was at the library until he knew dinner was done. And then after dinner they had chores till a few minutes before bedtime. Dave was very thorough in making sure they had no time to spend together. And Alvin hated it.
He sighed upon feeling his body come to life due to his unsatisfied sexual desires and he didn't want to have to be the one to tame it. It wasn't the same. He missed Simon and his touch. He blushed as he recalled that night a little over a week ago and covered his face with his pillow. He wanted his brother.
Simon sighed, flipping through another book without even reading it. He knew time would go by faster if he did actually read it. He just couldn't get into it anymore. He wanted to spend his free time with Alvin like he used to. He missed his voice, the way his eyes lit up when they were together, and the way he blushed and moaned when he took charge.
He missed Alvin and he was steadily going crazy because of their time apart. He tried not to think too much about their moments together, not wanting to cause an embarrassing scene in such a place, like he had done a few days ago. Luckily he had managed to escape unnoticed. He sighed once more. He missed his brother.
And by the time nightfall came around, the temptation and need to be near his brother became too much for Simon. Against all rational thought, he made it up in his mind to pay his brother a visit once Dave and Theodore had settled in.
Playing the waiting game wasn't a joy for Simon. He got no further in his studies, nor did he turn many pages in his books. The only thing he was aware of and focused on was his growing arousal. Should he take care of it now or later? His plan only called for getting just a few minutes of face time - at least - with Alvin. Sure they might share an embrace or an impassioned kiss, but that would be it. Being in the same room with his brother, alone and after dark was risky as is; trying anything more with Dave just a few steps away was absolutely insane.
With that thought, Simon unbuttoned his pants, still sitting at his desk, and pulled his throbbing member out. He kept his eyes clenched shut, his memory went into overdrive playing back the memory of his brother and himself. Panting. Grinding. Simon kept his lips pursed as he stroked himself at a steady pace. He cupped himself with his left hand and placed his thumb against the base of his shaft, keeping the pressure on. His right hand kept a tight grip around his length and lessened each time his fingers slid up to the crown. A few desperate pumps and Simon's knees were drawing together, his muscles tensing. He stifled a grunt as he came. A few streams found their way to the desk, the remainder dribbled over his thumb and index finger. He shuddered and settled back into his chair. It was good, but not nearly as great as it had been with Alvin. His beast sated, Simon cleaned himself and his desk quickly and decided it was safe enough to pay his brother a visit.
Simon tiptoed down the hall to Alvin's room, minding the hardwood flooring and their weak spots. Dave tended to be a light sleeper and it would not do to have him wake up and check on his brothers and himself. What normally took a couple seconds to negotiate took nearly three, nerve-wracking minutes. Simon found the doorknob in the darkness and turned it slowly. He crept into Alvin's room and closed the door behind him, not once making a sound.
"Alvin," Simon whispered, "Alvin, wake up!" The younger chipmunk strode over to his sibling's bedside. "Come on, please. We don't have much time."
Simon was about to give his brother a gentle nudge until his eyes caught something down in his brother's sheets. Alvin was sleeping on his back with the thin fabric tossed almost casually over him. The area around his crotch was, in fact, tenting up.
"Well, at least you're finally getting some good sleep."
At this point, Simon was ready to throw in the towel and head back to his room and pass out for the night. But a familiar tingling sensation in his own loins stopped him on a dime.
Already? The bespectacled chipmunk looked down at his own hardening erection. He could practically feel the seminal fluids building up within his body, eager to be let out.
He eyed his brother and the situation twitching beneath the sheets.
Well, he does deserve some relief with all that has happened since last week, Simon tried to rationalize. He thought back to the documents he printed out and gave to Alvin all those days ago. There was one thing he could try...
Simon crept to the lower half of Alvin's bed and gingerly lifted the sheet. The view of Alvin's boxers, straining against his length, greeted him. He felt his own arousal twitch. He leaned forward slowly and snagged the elastic band around his fingers and pulled it back. Alvin's erection bounced out into view, and Simon could only stare. It was the first time he'd actually gotten a look at his older brother down there. It was thin and absolutely rigid, a few inches in length. Although fully aroused, it still looked smooth and soft to the touch. There was even a bead of pre at the tip.
God, Simon's own desire increased tenfold. He undid his pants again and let his member feel the cool night air again.
His heart raced as he knelt down, opened his mouth and let the tip of his tongue roll over Alvin's erection. A salty and sweet taste overloaded Simon's senses and his own desire began to drip.
Alvin hissed at the touch. His back arched slightly and his hips rose, inadvertently causing the underside of his member to glide against Simon's lips. He still remained asleep.
Rather than panicking, Simon used this to his advantage. He kissed Alvin near the lower end of his shaft and let his tongue dip out to drag a little lower, partly over his scrotum, and back up again. From there on he planted another kiss and trailed several of them northward until he, once again, reached the tip. Fuelled by his desire and need to please, Simon opened his mouth and took his brother inside. He wrapped his lips tightly around his member and slowly took in the entire head. He moved up and repeated this process. On the ninth or tenth trip down, Alvin's hips started to buck slightly.
Simon looked up; his brother was still fast asleep. He continued on.
Knowing his brother was gaining something from this experience, Simon tried something else. Once he had fully taken in the head, Simon used the tip of his tongue and slid up and down the strip of flesh that connected it with his shaft. He began to suckle.
After a few moments of repeating these highly effective patterns, Alvin's eyes fluttered open. At first he thought he was still asleep, but quickly came to realize he wasn't... and Simon was crouched over the side of his bed...
"What? Simo-" the remainder was cut off by a sudden moan.
Simon looked up to see his brother, propped up on his elbows, head pulled back. He wanted his full attention. The younger chipmunk brought his hands up to Alvin's thighs and gave them a squeeze. He opened his mouth a bit more and sunk down further, eventually taking in everything. Simon kept his eyes locked on his brother until he looked down on him. Alvin tried to smile, but only to keep his jaw slack.
Keeping his eyes on Alvin's, Simon carefully crawled onto the bed, and between his legs. He kept on using his mouth to pump his brother's length, suckling every time he made an upward motion. His left hand kept a firm grip on Alvin's thigh, while his right hand grasped his own aching member.
Alvin panted lightly and started bucking his hips again. As Simon's speed increased, the bucking became more erratic. The panting became louder.
Simon was so very close now. And he could tell from the throbbing and bucking that Alvin was too.
"Oh, God, Simon... Simon... I'm gonna-"
Simon drew his mouth up to the head and suckled hard.
"Ohhh, fuck!" Alvin rasped a wee bit too loud.
And with accompanying grunts, Alvin shot several hot jets of his seed into his brother's waiting mouth.
Simon thrust his hips forward, coming just second after his brother. Unfortunately, his ejaculate only found Alvin's mattress and a bit of his older brother's inner thighs. He and Alvin lay there quietly, reveling in the moment.
The younger chipmunk swallowed his brother's essence just as they heard floorboards creaking from the other side of the house.
Dave had woken up, and he was heading down the hall.
There would be no time for Simon to bolt for his room, none at all.
Simon dove to the opposite side of Alvin's bed and pressed himself as close as he could to the floor. Alvin covered himself up and turned away from the rest of the house.
The doorknob turned and the door creaked open.
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