It was almost noon. Sunlight passed through translucent curtains into a large dark room. In the room, there was a desk in front of the window, a closet by the door, and a drawer at the front of the room. Across from the drawer was a queen sized bed with messy sheets and scattered pillows, where a tall young man was about to awaken. He slowly opened his eyes into narrow slits. He looked around his semi-lit room before moving his arms around his bed to feel for his phone. Once found, he brought the phone to his face and checked the time. 11:27a.m. After a minute or two, he lazily sat himself up at the side of his bed – his feet on the cold wood floor, blankets covering his lap down to his ankles. He arched backwards and stretched his arms up. After his stretch, he took the phone charger from on top of the night stand next to his bed and plugged it into his phone and the outlet behind the night stand. He pulled off the sheets that were still on his lap. He wasn't wearing any clothes. Why would he need to? It was his house and he lived by himself; there was no one to be modest with. The young man walked to the door and into the hallway. He always kept the hallway lights on during the night. He walked down the hall, passing three rooms – two vacant bedrooms on the right and a bathroom on the left. When he reached the end of the hall, he switched off the lights and continued to walk downstairs, passed his living room, and into the kitchen dining room. He opened the fridge and looked for something to eat. It was almost empty. Better buy groceries. He shut the fridge and left the kitchen.

He walked back upstairs to his bedroom and into the bathroom. He entered the bathtub. He closed the shower curtain, then turned on the shower, and set the temperature at an almost boiling heat. He began to think of what to do with the rest of his day. The young man hadn't made any plans aside from buying groceries. As he contemplated, he washed his hair, lathered himself in soap, and rinsed off. He was initially thinking of spending time with his friends, but started thinking about his brother. He adored his brother and thought of him gaily. Ber is probably the greatest guy to have ever been born. He's just so perfect. He's smart, well-mannered, athletic, quiet, and his body…it's... The man lingered on the thought of his brother's body. He imagined himself underneath it, staring up into his brother's beautiful turquoise eyes, his hands on his handsome face. Imagined them passionately kissing and bonding. Imagined himself waking up his brother's arms, his brother smiling at him, and kissing him on the forehead. When the man finally finished fantasizing about his sibling, thirty-two minutes had gone by and he had done nothing except stand in the hot shower.

When he finished showering, he grabbed one of the towels off the towel rack and got out of the tub. He dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist. He walked over to the sink and wiped his hand over the mirror to remove the layer of condensation. He then took the toothbrush from the side of the sink, squirted on some toothpaste, and started brushing. "I'll probably visit him later" he thought to himself. Once he was done brushing, he entered his room and got a change of clothes. He grabbed his wallet and his phone, and headed out to buy groceries and eat lunch. When he got home from shopping, he didn't do all that much. He lay on the couch, watched television, played video games, and messaged his friends. He checked the time on his phone: 7:35p.m. I guess I'll go see him now.

He walked out his house and stuck a key into a red 2013 Toyota Corolla, then got into the car. After starting it, he checked himself in the rear-view mirror and moved his hand through his messy blond hair. He backed out his driveway and sped down the street and onto the main road. He was excited to visit his perfect little brother – though the last time he visited was the week before, any amount of time of them being apart was an eternity.

He reversed into the driveway of an average-looking brown house, making sure to not park too close to garage door. After turning off the car, he checked himself in the mirror again. He grabbed a pizza—which he had bought along the way—that was sitting in the passenger seat. He got out the car and made his way onto a brick path that led to the front door. He rang the doorbell and waited. After a short time, the door unlocked and there stood his turquoise-eyed beauty, tall and stern.

"Hey, Grizzly Ber, is it cool if we hang out?" the man asked staring up at his younger, yet taller, brother.

Ber cringed at the nickname he was just given and let out a sigh through his nose. "Firstly, stop giving me stupid nicknames. Secondly, Matthias, you don't do things like that. You can't just show up to my doorstep and ask 'Is it cool if we hang out'. You should call 'head of time," he said monotonously.

"Sorry 'bout that, this'll be the last time I do it," Matthias replied.

"Yeah, sure."

Ber let his older brother inside and followed him to the living room, where they sat on a white couch. Matthias set the pizza on the coffee table.

"So, how was work?" Matthias asked, opening the pizza box and grabbing a slice.

"Started off pretty interesting. While I was on patrol, I saw a car driving erratically. I thought it was gonna be 'nother DWI, turns out to be a ten-year-old trying to run away from his parents." Ber let out a short breath – his attempt at a chuckle. He grabbed a slice of pizza. "There was also a bank robbery that led to a chase…"

"Mmm!" Matthias tried to respond, but he still had food in his mouth. He finished his pizza. "I saw that on the news! You were on T.V. Ayyee! Officer Berwald Oxenstierna keepin' the streets safe!"

Berwald glared at his brother; he didn't like being interrupted or when Matthias acted childish. "It was still a shit-ton of paperwork. Thank God nothing else happened and I could get home on time." He started to eat his pizza.

"Yeah," Matthias replied. He enjoyed these chats with his brother; Berwald wasn't much of a talker, so Matthias loved the few times he got to hear his deep voice. He noticed that a movie was paused on Berwald's flat-screen. "What movie are ya watching?"

"It's on old one: '2001: A Space Odyssey'. Wanna watch?"

"Okay."

"I just started the movie so you didn't miss much." Berwald took the remote and played the movie. Matthias got up to turn off the lights and sat down close to Berwald, leaning towards him and resting his head on his shoulder.

Forty-five minutes into the movie, Matthias stood up and walked off. Berwald was startled by the feel of hands pressing into his shoulders. He turned to see Matthias staring back at him.

"What 're you doing?" Berwald asked, though he already knew the answer to that question.

"I'm giving you a massage," Matthias answered, rubbing Berwald's shoulders.

"Y-you don't have to."

"C'mon, you work hard all day. You must have a lot of muscle tension." Matthias massaged his brother harder.

Berwald, admittedly, did like the feeling of being touched like this (since he rarely ever was), but he didn't want his brother to be the one touching him. He knew where this was going, and he didn't like the destination.

"Matthias, this isn't necessary, c-ca…"

"Ber, please. I know you like it so just let me do this. For you," Matthias said with a pleading expression.

Berwald sighed and gave in to Matthias' wish.

"Fine."

Matthias smiled and continued kneading his shoulder and upper back muscles, humming a strange tune while doing so. After five minutes, he leaned close to Berwald and began kissing him on the neck and on his cheek. So soft. Matthias took his hand and turned Berwald's head so they were face to face, so Berwald's beautiful turquoise eyes would stare into his ocean-blue ones. Matthias then pressed his lips onto Berwald's and kissed him passionately. Berwald did the same. Waves of joy washed over Matthias; he hadn't felt his brother's lips or tasted his tongue in a long time. He broke the kiss so he could move back over to the couch. Once seated, he placed his hands on Berwald's cheeks and brought him in for another heated kiss. Berwald put his hands on Matthias' waist and leaned forward as Matthias pulled him down. Matthias let a little moan escape and broke the kiss. He looked up at his younger brother with a little smile.

"I love you, Ber."

Berwald looked at him with a downhearted, fake smile. "I love you, too."

Sorry this part is so unnecessarily long.

I've never written a fanfic before, so can i get tips.