Unrequited

Pairing: Alan Frog/ Edgar Frog

Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys or the Frog Brothers or Sam. I wish I did but I don't, sadly.

This was supposed to be a 100_Tales prompt but it got too long. Plus it was originally going to be Edgar with the crush and Alan teasing from the beach but it didn't seem right so I changed it. If I get enough complaints from people, I'll write an Edgar 3 Alan and Alan teasing him.

(Btw the shop has be moved so the beach can be seen from the counter, for the purposes of this story)

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It was so fucking hot! Alan sat behind the counter of the insanely hot comic store, sweat trickling down his back. He tugged at the collar of his military-esque shirt. Why hadn't he agreed to close the store and go to the beach with Sam and Edgar? (I mean really, who in their right mind would come into the store to buy comics on one of the hottest days of the year so far? At night, yes, but not when you could melt just by walking through the door.) Edgar had taken a lot of persuading. He was finally convinced by Sam saying that they couldn't be attacked by vampires, half or otherwise, due to the blinding sunlight. Alan had steadfast refused, telling them he'd keep an eye on the store. He had gotten some sceptical looks but they left shortly afterwards.

Sighing heavily, Alan stood and walked to the rack of comics nearest to the door. Maybe there was a breeze, he doubted it but it could happen. Rearranging the comics Sam kept moving, Alan looked at the beach. He knew the real reason behind why he didn't go. He couldn't strip down to his shorts and sit on the beach next to his brother who would be in a similar state of undress. He couldn't watch the muscle stretch and move under the soft-looking flesh of his little brother as he shifted to get more sunlight (Edgar physically couldn't tan but he tried) He couldn't watch as his brother ran around on the sand, sweat sliding down his chest, down his developing abs and disappearing under the waistband of his sho…

Alan shook his head violently, then regretted it when he felt like he would projectile vomit then topple over. He'd had those types of thoughts a lot lately. After the first dirty and inappropriate dream involving Edgar, whipped cream, sprinkles and Alan tied to the bed, he'd taken to sleeping downstairs on the couch and getting changed in the bathroom. Getting changed in the bathroom wasn't for any particular purpose other than not seeing his brother in his boxers…or less. He'd seen the hurt looks on his brother's face when he pulled the spare blanket out of their closet and walked out of the room. He knew Edgar didn't like what Alan was doing but hadn't asked him why he was avoiding him. Alan had also seen the dark circles under Edgar's eyes from the sleep he was obviously losing over this. He shook his head again. He had to take his mind off of it…and him.

He looked up just in time to see the object of his desire fucked up fantasy burst through the surface of the water. Sam was rolling around on the sand, laughing his blonde, fashion victim head off. Tiny droplets of water had sprayed everywhere; girls nearby in the sea shrieked loudly at the sudden soaking even though they were already in the water. But Alan wasn't paying attention to any of that, his eyes were fixed firmly on the beads of seawater sliding down his brother's perfect, hairless chest. His eyes followed the movement of the envied drops of H2O. They could go anywhere they wanted on Edgar and no one pays the slightest attention to them; if Alan did that, he would most likely be beaten, throttled then disowned.

One droplet of water slid past Edgar's belly button and vanished into the waistband of his shorts. Alan's eyes didn't stop there though; they kept gliding down his brother's physique.

Oh god! His eyes stopped on his brother's crotch. The shorts Sam had lent him (The Frogs never went to the beach so they had no need for beach clothes.), which were a bit small to begin with, were clinging to his brother's groin. They outlined it for the whole world to see.

Alan felt his mouth go dry; an unbearable heat crawl up his spine, and it had nothing to do with the temperature outside. He quickly tore his eyes off his brother's package and looked up; right into Edgar's face. What he saw made him freeze.

Edgar's eyes locked with his own from across the beach and Boardwalk, his eyes filled with concern. Alan knew that the slightest change in his usually calm, carefree demeanour and his brother would be across the beach and at his side in a second. And in his current state, that would be bad. He quickly snapped his mouth shut, shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the comics he'd been ignoring for a good 10-20 minutes.

He discretely looked up through his fringe (he's let his grow out a bit since the Lost Boys the year before. Not many vampires had come through Santa Carla in the last year. Plus haircuts were expensive and he didn't trust Sam with a pair of scissors.) Edgar was walking towards where he and Sam had left the towels Sam had brought (Again no beach visits, no need for beach visiting equipment).

Again he watched as his baby brother lay down and stretched out on the Superman beach towel. The sun making the water and sweat on his body glisten and mesmerise Alan.

Alan knew his brother would never feel this way about him and now the sun was taunting him.

Stupid Sun.