Author's Note: This story was inspired by the lack of realistic Alvon fics out there. I imagine things would not be all rainbows and sunshine if something of this magnitude were to actually happen. I will warn now that there will be dark times ahead for our darling boys, so proceed with caution. Also please note that this was written with my own human-verse in mind. The boys are 17, making Alvin and Theodore juniors in high school. Simon, on the other hand, graduated from high school when he was 15 and is currently a sophomore in college. If you do not approve of this or of Alvon in general, either do not read the story or read it but refrain from flaming. You will only be met with laughter. :)
As always, I own nothing.
This could not be real. How did it all happen? He was an international superstar, an alpha male, a role model for Christ's sake. So why? Why him? Alvin paced his room, his movement frantic. He had been having this very argument with himself for years, now his resolve was crumbling with cruel acceleration. It was so easy to dismiss in the beginning. He could always chalk it up to a sick curiosity, a phase, nothing more than the reaction to the perverse dreams that haunted his nights. But now- now it was becoming overwhelming. His nighttime torments had leaked into his sunlit days, turning his once peaceful and easy life into a Hell that no amount of praying could alleviate. So many times he had questioned what he had done in his life that was so horrid as to justify the thoughts which consumed him.
How much longer can I keep up this charade? He knew very well that Simon had begun to grow suspicious of his behavior as of late. There wasn't much he could keep from his brother, he had always been able to read him like a book. It was obvious Simon knew something was amiss with his older brother, but what exactly, Alvin was sure he could never imagine. Because unlike himself, Simon had a regularly functioning brain, well, if you ignored his I.Q. and anal retentiveness.
The thought of his brother brought an unwelcomed smile to his face. Half tempted to slap himself, Alvin forced the expression from his face. This was no time for fawning. With an audible sigh he dropped onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. It wasn't like he was in love with his brother. It was just a… a what? A crush? It all seemed so ludicrous and yet it was really happening. This was his life.
What a life… Alvin rolled his eyes. It wasn't like he was crazy about Simon. He had yet to feel resentment or jealousy over his brother's recent change of relationship status. Then again that could be because it was Jeanette. She had been in their lives for so long it only seemed logical that they be together. It also meant Simon wasn't home as often, for which he was grateful. With how his brother had been looking at him lately it was a relief to not have him around. Granted he loved spending time with Simon, and not for romantic reasons, but lately the boy had been watching his every move; scrutinizing every twitch of muscle or change in respiratory rate. He could practically see the cogs moving beneath the layers of flesh and bone.
A shiver ran up Alvin's spine at the thought of Simon discovering his secret. His life would be destroyed. No one in their right mind would take kindly to being told their sibling wanted to screw their brains out. As for Dave and Theodore, he was sure they would disown him. Not to mention the total destruction of his career. No, this was something he would take to the grave. He could live a perfectly normal and happy life while shoving the vile desires into the abyss of his mind. It was what he had been doing for the last six years and so far he hadn't exploded from his unfulfilled fantasies.
Alvin groaned. He had grown tired of these obtrusive thoughts; he needed a break. Rolling to his side, he retrieved a lighter and hand rolled cigarette from his nightstand. Within seconds a cloud of smoke enveloped him, leaving his mind blanketed in a thick fog. It wasn't long before he was left in a stupor, his mouth grinning on its own accord. A door slamming shut could be heard in the distance followed by rapid footsteps that continued to grow closer. Dread began to creep into the fog. Alvin knew he would be up shit's creek if the footsteps belonged to Dave.
Without warning the teen's bedroom door was pushed open, revealing an all too familiar face. "Seriously? Dave's on his way home."
A sigh escaped Alvin's lips. Of all the people to catch him in an unpleasant act, it would be Simon. You're a cruel bitch, Fate.