One More Night
"Rodrick..." I moaned, feeling my brother's lips all over the skin of my neck. Nipping, biting, sucking, whatever he pleased. His hips ground against mine making my own buck upwards. We were still clothed, the bulge that was growing in my brother's jeans was pressing against mine. I felt my fingertips sink into Rodrick's neck hard, probably causing a few drops of blood to escape from it, but I didn't care. His lips trailed up again causing shivers to roll across my entire body. He kissed my eyelids, my nose and finally my lips. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling it gently as I returned it roughly.
I quickly sat up straight in my bed, panting. What the hell was that? I glanced at my clock, three in the morning. I hadn't gotten any sleep the past three nights and today was when Rodrick was coming home. His band, Loded Diper, had gotten a few gigs and they'd been gone for almost a month. I rushed to the bathroom across the hall. Looking in, I could almost make out the faint silhouette of a teenager in there. "Rodrick?" I mumbled sleepily, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes to make sure they weren't playing tricks on me, but sure enough, there stood my older brother in front of the bathtub with his shirt off. I closed the door and turned on the light. Rodrick jumped. "Greg." He hissed through clenched teeth. I grinned nervously. "What're you doing home?" I asked, scratching my head before turning on the sink and cupping my hands so I could splash water on my face like I did every morning when I couldn't sleep. "Today's the day I was coming home, remember?" Rodrick replied. "I knew that." I did. I did know that. It wasn't a lie. Surely Rodrick could tell that it wasn't. He stared at me suspiciously as I sat on the sink. "What are you doing up?" He was suddenly standing in front of me. Had I dazed off for a second? Completely forgetting where I was? No. I had seen him move. Not much, but he had. His hand was placed on my knee, slowly moving upward. I squirmed uncomfortably, bringing my knees to my chest. Rodrick raised an eyebrow. "I... couldn't sleep." That was partially true. The other reason I couldn't sleep was because he kept appearing in my dreams. I glared at him. "Don't you have school tomorrow?" "No," I answered quickly. "We're out for summer." Rodrick nodded slowly. "But you should still be in bed." I bit my lip. Right. I should. "I'm going." I answered, hopping off the sink and quickly rushing to my room.
"Rodrick!" I yelled, pounding on his door with my fist, the shuffling of sheets told me he was awake. "Nnf. Greg... go away." I rolled my eyes, banging on the door harder. "Rodrick!" It took a few seconds for me to realize that he wasn't going to get up just yet. I kicked the door as hard as I could and rushed down the steps. "Is he coming?" Mom asked, her eyebrows knitted in worry. "Not sure," I mumbled, just as Rodrick made his way downstairs. "Hey mom, what's for breakfast?" My brows furrowed as I glanced at him in confusion. Why did he care what was for breakfast? He'd eat anything anyway. Rodrick turned his gaze towards me, glaring daggers as if he was silently cursing me for waking him up this early. I took the hint and turned my gaze back to the ground. My shaky hand grabbed my glass of water and brought it up to my lips, slowly allowing the coldness to dominate my throat. "
"Uh.. anything." Mom replied, smiling. I glanced at her through the corner of my eye, trying my best to keep a poker face and not tattle on Rodrick for being here at three in the morning, because I knew he would do the same. I began to pick at a random loose string on my sweater when I felt a hand pound against my back causing me to jump. Rodrick chuckled icily as he took a piece of toast from mom. "Where's Manny?" I mumbled, deciding to change the subject as quickly as I could before Rodrick could cause me any more pain. "Your father took him to his friend's house." Manny had friends? Since when? All he ever did was get me in trouble non stop, but then again Rodrick was the same way and he still had "Friends". I shook the thoughts out of my head and downed the rest of my water. "Are you sure you're okay with Rodrick staying in your room while we clean out his?" Mom called. I froze in my steps, clenching my teeth together. I had agreed to that, but that was before Rodrick had become the main source of my dreams. One false move and I was history. Although I still had to make it seem like I was okay with it. "Yeah. I- I'm okay with it." And with that I made my way up the stairs.