"Good night, Rose," I whisper to myself, resting my head on the edge of my desk just after my skype call with her ends. She had already fallen asleep on me so the polite thing to do was to hang up. Even if she did look pretty cute curled and sleeping in her desk chair.
There's a soft sound that comes through my speakers then alerting me to a notification. I lift my head, resting my eyes on Rose's lazily typed 'good night' and I smile.
Rose has always had that effect on me ever since we met. Her words make me smile, whether they are written or typed, and ever since I met her I've felt better than I have in a while.
I remove my shades, resting them on the edge of my desk while Iean back in my chair, my eyes closed and the air around me silent. My fingers absently toy with the hem of my shirt. I've always hated nights after my friends go to sleep. There's never anything to do and lately sleeping hasn't really been an option.
There's a knock at my door then and I sit up with a start, my hands scrambling for my shades before Bro can see me as he opens the door. He stands in my doorway silhouetted by the lights in the hallway, Lil' Cal seated on his shoulders as he often is at this time of night.
"It's late, little man. You should probably get some sleep." Says Bro, his voice soft and… Strained?
I nod, pushing my chair away from the desk and standing. "Okay," I reply, striding over to my bed and kicking off my shoes before beginning to undress.
Bro doesn't move, however, and despite the minimal lighting I can see the troubled expression etched into his features.
"Bro, was there something else you needed?" I ask, pulling my shades off again and placing them on the nightstand for the night. I hadn't realized until now that Bro wasn't wearing his either, which usually meant that there was something he needed to talk to me about. This never really happens often.
He sets Cal outside just outside the door and takes another step inside, closing the door behind him. "How's Rose been?" Bro questions, now seated on the edge of my bed.
"Sh-she's good." I stutter. Since when does he ask about my friends?
"Egbert? Harley?" He slides slightly closer.
"Both are good….." What is he getting at?
And that's when it happened.
Suddenly Bro's lips are pressed to mine and I am pushed down onto my bed, his hand gently caressing my cheek. I gasp softly and feel him part my lips with his own, his tongue now gliding over mine with precision and a sort of hunger that is unfamiliar to me.
His lips then travel to my jaw and down my neck, his hands running down my body and up my shirt. Bro's touch is gentle yet insistent and I easily find myself enjoying every breath on my neck. Every kiss, every touch, every smile...
"B-Bro what a-are you doing…?" I stutter, shifting a little beneath his touch.
He smiles at me and suddenly his lips are pressing to my waist in a steady line and his fingers skillfully undo my pants and push them down to my ankles. Bro's tongue glides up my erect length and I hear a soft moan enter the silent air. Bro's chuckle soon follows and it is only then that I realize I am the one who produced such a strange sound. My hand clamps tightly over my mouth.
"Awe, Dave, Listen to you being all cute!" Bro coos before bobbing his head down and taking the entirety of me into his mouth.
I hear myself make another sound and I gasp slightly as he sucks hard while bobbing his head back up.
Bro pulls off then, staring at my for a moment. He leans close, lifting me by my shirt and pushing his lips to mine.
But then in an instant, I'm falling back onto my bed, my eyes closed and my breathing fast.
Footsteps seize at the door and it creaks open. I can faintly see Bro's silhouette in the dim light of the hall.
"Until next time, Little Man," He whispers and then he's gone, his words hanging in the air.