First Kiss

Nick was leaning against the kitchen's counter. He was watching his older brother, Alan, as he absent-mindedly messed with a recent cut on his right cheek.

"I've told you before not to do that!" Alan said as he smacked his brother's hand away from his face.

"What'd you do that for!?" Nick mumbled, he had meant it to come out a cross between anger and harshness...but he could never keep his voice how he wanted it around Alan, especially if he had touched him. It only had to be the slightest of touch or even just a smack to the hand and his voice would waver.

Alan turned to fully face his younger brother; looking up into his dark eyes for a few moments before opening the cupboard door and stretching up to try and grab the first-aid box on the top shelf. He pushed himself onto the tips of his shoes to try and higher himself, but the tips of his fingers were still inches away from the small white box.

Nick watched his brother stretch up as he tried to grab something out of the cupboard, he wasn't sure what Alan was going for because he was too busy looking up and down his brother: the way his good leg was stretched higher than the other, making his body un-even, the way he was leaning against the surface and the way his shirt had lifted up to reveal his pale, thin, un-toned stomach...and his gaze didn't go any further than that. After a few moments he pushed himself away from the kitchen's surface and turned to face Alan as he reached up and grabbed the first-aid box from the shelf; his body was pressed against Alan's stretched side.

Alan felt Nick's body pressed against him and he pulled away from the shelf, resting back with his feet flat on the ground. He turned to face Nick as he passed him the box; their bodies were pressed against the other's and their eyes locked together.

Nick moved his gaze from his brother's glass covered eyes to let his roam around the older's face: his nose, his slightly tinted red cheeks, his lips...

He pulled away from Alan to lean back against the counter. "What's with the box?" He asked quietly in an un-interested tone.

"Get on the counter..." Alan said, trying to sound demanding; he knew it hadn't worked.

Nick shrugged –now knowing what the box was for- and slid up onto the kitchen's counter. Alan stood in front of Nick's legs and tapped him twice on the knee, Nick spread his legs open and Alan moved in-between them. Nick could see Alan's face turn a deeper shade of red and he knew exactly why his brother's face had darkened: the bottom of his stomach was pressed against Nick's crotch.

Alan looked away from his brother sitting on the counter and grabbed various things out of the box and placed them on the counter. He poured some of the disinfectant liquid out of one of the bottles onto a piece of cloth. He took hold of Nick's chin gently and turned his face to side; making his access to the cut easier. He started to wipe the cloth gently over the cut.

Nick sighed. "You don't have to be so gentle all the time." He said looking at Alan from the corner of his eye.

Alan smiled softly. "Yes I do."

They stayed silent while Alan finished cleaning the cut and moved to the one on Nick's arm; he did his best to stitch it up and then wrapped a bandage around his arm. He slid his fingers gently over the covered stitches and then down slowly to his hand; he turned it over and rubbed his thumbs gently over the bruised knuckles. "You should be more careful..."

Nick scoffed. "In-case you forgot...I got that by protecting you." He said and nodded down to his knuckles.

"I know..." Alan started. "But...that's why you must be more careful..." He looked up at Nick, who gave him a confused look. "How do you think I would feel if you got seriously injured or even...died...because you were too busy protecting me instead of looking after yourself..." Alan's face had turned a pale white colour...Nick assumed it was because he had said Nick and died in the same sentence.

Nick moved his hand out of Alan's loose grip and used it to cup the back of his older brother's neck. He pulled the older one close and leaned his forehead against his. "Stop been so dramatic. You're never getting rid of me big bro..." He said and smirked playfully at Alan.

Alan smiled softly but weakly. "Good..."

Nick's smirk faded away slowly and changed into a sad expression, one Alan had hardly ever seen in sixteen years. He moved his face closer; their noses touching and their lips only inches apart. Nick could feel Alan's breathing deepen immediately and his face turn from pale white to dark red; his hands clutched at Nick's knees tightly. Nick tightened his grip on Alan's neck and pulled him closer. Their lips were brushing against the other's lightly, neither of them moving any closer to the other.

Alan's grip on Nick's knees tightened and his breathing hitched as he realised just how close he was to his brother...he closed his eyes.

Nick could feel Alan's breath in his mouth, the heat coming from his face and body, and he could also feel the heat in his own groin growing. 'I want you so bad, Alan...' Nick thought as he looked at his brother's closed eyes.

"Nick...?"

Nick pressed his lips just barely against Alan's, before he pulled away and slid of the counter; forcing Alan to move backwards. "Sorry." He mumbled before sliding out from in-between Alan and the counter and walked out of the kitchen quickly.

Alan watched the door his brother had gone through; a sad, hurt and disappointed look on his face.

End of chapter 1!

the next chapter is going to be longer and the reason it's M rated...don't know when it will be up though, because tomorrow morning I go to Egypt for 2 weeks!

p.s, sorry for lame title!