This is an Edited version of a story I wrote a little while ago! Review Please!
Disclaimer: I do not own "I Only See You" By: Benton Paul
Rated T: Incest, Language.
Forbidden Love
Kevin's POV
As Nick, Joe and I jumped off the bus and trotted down the road, I watched Joe and Nick interlace their hands. After the bus had pulled away, Joe wrapped his arm around Nick's waist.
I really wanted to have that type of relationship. The one where you received unconditional love from your significant other, but the one I wanted was already taken. The one I wanted had been taken by my best friend, who just so happened to be my brother. Nick had stolen the one I loved right out from under me. Even though Joe was the one who pledged his love first, I still felt like Nick stole Joe from me. Nick also stole Joe from our family. Joe isn't the same guy anymore. He's always with Nick and always distracted. I miss having the fun, warm, joyful Joe around. But, maybe that Joe is around. Maybe it's me who's changed.
Joe and Nick haven't told our parents about their relationship. Probably because our father is the pastor at the local church. But, I'm really surprised they haven't figured it out yet. Joe and Nick are always together. They are attached at the hip. I don't even want to imagine what is going on when they make up an excuse to leave dinner early or when they say their sick so they can leave during family movie night. All I know is that I'm the only one who knows. I have been sworn on my life to keep their secret and it's very difficult. I hate having to lie to my parents. Making up accuses as to why Joe and Nick aren't home. My lie normally goes along the lines of, "Oh, they are at the library." or "They went to Kyle's." When they are usually at the movies or at some forbidden place where they can go along with their fantasies.
"KEVIN!" Joe yelled. My head shot up when I realized I was staring at Joe's ass. Then, something smashed into my foot and I went tumbling towards the earth. My face smashed into the grass and my back pack hit me in the back of the head. I pushed myself up and spit out a mouthful of grass.
"Nice." Nick laughed.
"Keep your eyes off my ass and pay more attention to where you're walking, Kevin." Joe teased. I turned around and realized I had tripped over the curb in front of our house. I felt my face start to heat up. I stood up as I heard the front door slam.
When I was back inside, Nick and Joe were on the couch, with their Biology books open across their laps. I threw my backpack down in the doorway and walked into the kitchen to get a soda.
"Kevin!" Joe whined. I walked into the living room and leaned against the wall.
"Yes Joseph?" I asked.
"Can you get me a Chocolate Bar?" he smiled.
"Sure." I answered, walking back into the kitchen. I grabbed a chocolate bar out of the pantry and my soda off the counter. I walked back into the living room and tossed the chocolate bar towards Joe. Instead of it landing in his lap, it slapped Nick in the face.
"KEVIN!" Joe yelled, pulling Nick's face into his chest.
"Oh my God! I'm sorry Nick! You know I can't throw to save me life!" I said.
"It's alright, Kevin. Just hand it to Joe next time." Nick said, as Joe stroked his hair.
"Joey, can I sit up now?" Nick asked. Joe released Nick's head without a word and reopened his textbook.
"Nick, you ask the first question." Joe suggested, as I sat in the recliner across the room from them.
"What are you guys doing?" I asked.
"A Biology review. We have a test on Monday. If we get the question right, we get a piece of chocolate." Nick explained, flashing the rectangular bar.
"Cool." I said, as I leaned back in the recliner, getting comfortable.
"O.k., Joe. What is a polar molecule?" Nick asked, reading from his review sheet.
"Uh…you because you're so attractive." Joe said, causing Nick to punch him in the stomach.
"No, Joe. Biology." Nick stressed.
"Kay." Joe sighed.
"What are the different types of Nucleic Acids?"
"DNA and RNA?" Joe asked.
"Yeah! Good job." Nick smiled. He opened the candy bar and broke off a piece, handing it to Joe.
"Yay!" Joe said, sarcastically.
"What? You don't like chocolate now?" Nick asked.
"No. I like it. But I'm not excited." Joe frowned.
"O.k.?" Nick said, raising an eyebrow. Joe plopped the chocolate in his mouth.
"Let me ask a question." Joe insisted, grabbing the review sheet out of Nick's hands.
"Kay." Nick shrugged.
"So," Joe swallowed. "What are most enzymes made of?"
"PROTEINS!" Nick shouted.
"Yep!" Joe smiled, breaking off a piece of chocolate for Nick.
"Do you want this?" Joe asked, waving the piece of chocolate in front of Nick's face.
"YES!" Nick said, anxiously.
"Well, then you have to come get it." Joe said, leaning back and placed the piece of chocolate on his tongue. He kept his mouth open and I watched a smirk spread across Nick's lips. Nick leaned in and closed his mouth around Joe's tongue. Joe quickly grabbed at the roots of Nick's hair, pulling him into a kiss. It was innocent for a minute and then their tongues started getting 'involved.'
"O.k. stop now!" I insisted, but they paid no attention to me.
"GUYS!" I yelled. They pulled out of the kiss and Joe picked up the review sheet like nothing happened. Nick wiped the sides of his mouth and then looked to Joe.
"What is a fatty acid?" Joe smirked. Nick thought for a minute and then a huge smile spread across his face.
"Kevin?" he asked. Joe fell over backwards and started laughing. I didn't get it. Why was that so funny?
"Ha Ha…Good one Nicky…Ha!" Joe laughed. Nick laughed quietly to himself, watching Joe, roll around on the couch.
"Why was that so funny?" I finally asked.
"You wouldn't get it, Kevin." Nick chuckled. Joe was starting to calm down, so he sat up. He took a couple deep breaths and then looked back at the review sheet.
"What is an active site?" Joe asked, still slightly laughing.
"Hmm…" Nick thought aloud. "Your bedroom?" he asked.
"Good answer." Joe smirked.
"Nicholas!" I gasped, standing up.
"You win the entire candy bar." Joe announced.
"HEY!" I shouted.
"What?" Nick asked.
"Don't say stuff like that." I demanded.
"I don't lie, Kevin." Nick said, smirking at Joe.
"STOP!" I said, slapping his arm.
"Owe! O.k. gees!" he whined, rubbing his arm. I ripped the chocolate bar out of Joe's hands and shoved it in my pocket.
"Hey! No fair!" Joe whined.
"You can finish without the chocolate." I smiled.
"That's no fun!" Joe complained, sticking out his bottom lip.
"Sorry, you lost your privilege to eat candy."
"Whatever, Kevin." Nick spat. I walked back into the kitchen, throwing the candy bar on the counter. Then I heard Joe and Nick running up the stairs. I ran back out into the living room and saw that they left their books behind. Not Good.
"BABY!" I spun around and there stood my mother. Frankie and my Dad walked through the front door just as she wrapped her arms around my waist.
"Hi, Mom." I smiled.
"How was your day?" she asked.
"Fine. A lot of homework, as always." I grumbled.
"Where are Joseph and Nicholas, honey?" she asked, pulling out of the hug.
"Oh…they're upstairs. I'll go get them." I offered. She nodded and I spun around, sprinting up the stairs. As I reached Joe's bedroom door, I felt a rush of nerves. What if they were…Oh stop it Kevin! Don't think like that!
I cautiously turned the brass handle and pushed the wooden door open. Right in the middle of the room stood Joe and Nick, attached at the lips. Nick's arms were wrapped around Joe's neck and Joe's hands were resting on Nick's hips. What the hell?
To make this scene even worse, they were no longer wearing shirts. The two black tees were lying on the floor, forgotten. As I stepped into the room, Nick jumped, wrapping his legs around Joe's waist. Joe repositioned his hands under Nick's thighs and Nick moved his hands into Joe's hair, knotting it around his fingers.
Finally, I cleared my throat and slammed the door, causing their heads to shoot up.
"Kevin!" Joe gasped. Nick removed his hands from Joe's hair and placed them on Joe's shoulders.
"I see why you call this an active site." I smirked.
"What are you doing in here?" Joe asked, nervously.
"Excuse me? I think the question is, what are you doing in here?" I corrected.
"W-we were…" Joe stuttered.
"Jealous?" Nick cut in.
"No!" I spat, even though I was screaming yes on the inside. YES, YES, YES!
"Well, GET OUT!" Nick yelled. "This is my Joey time." Nick whined, pecking Joe on the lips.
"Guys! Mom, Dad and Frankie are home! They are wondering where you two are." I informed and both of their faces turned red. Joe set Nick down and ran to their shirts. Joe tossed Nick's his and quickly pulled his over his head.
"Do we look o.k.?" Joe asked, who was raking his fingers through his hair.
"Well, other than the messed up hair, the rosy cheeks and the swollen lips, your good." I smirked. Joe looked at me with wide eyes and then ran to the mirror.
"W-we can just say we were playing basketball or something." Nick suggested and Joe nodded. I just shook my head and walked out of the room towards the stairs.
"Kevin, wait!" Joe yelled. He was immediately at my side as we walked down the stairs, brushing off his shirt. I put my hand on his shoulder and he looked up at me.
"You look fine, calm down." I smiled. Once all three of us were at the bottom of the stairs we were mauled by our mom, wrapping us in a group hug.
"My Babies!" she sighed.
"M-mom! We…can't breathe." Nick strained.
"Oh…sorry." she said, quickly releasing us. Then, she looked at Joe and her happy smile turned to a frown.
"Joseph Adam." she shook her head. Joe's eyes went wide as our mom looked him up and down.
"What am I going to do with you." she asked. Joe looked at me and Nick. He looked like he was either going to pass out or cry. Our mom stepped towards him and then ran her fingers through his hair. He quickly exhaled and a fake smile spread across his lips.
"Alright, let's eat. Now that Joseph is presentable." she chuckled. As our mom walked to the dining room, Joe threw himself at Nick, wrapping his arms around Nick's neck.
"Thank God." he breathed. I pushed Joe's shoulder and he quickly released Nick. We walked into the dining room and sat down, Nick next to Joe, me next to Frankie and Mom and Dad at the ends of the table. It was so obvious that Joe and Nick were holding hands while we ate, mainly because Joe was eating with his left hand. Once and a while they would sneak glances at each other and I caught every one. I couldn't keep my eyes off Joe tonight. He's like a contortionist, or a magician, or in Joe's case, just really sexy. You just can't look away.
I tried so incredibly hard to contain myself but it was so hard. I wanted to jump across the table and fuck his lights out, right then and there. But, that obviously wasn't a very good idea. I would probably scar my family for the rest of their lives. Then, as I finally pulled myself out of my fantasy, Joe dropped his fork. He looked like a deer caught in the head lights. I forced a glance at Nick, he was eating normally like nothing happened, but I caught that ghost of a smirk on his lips.
"Joseph?" Dad asked. Joe just stared forward, his face turning purple.
"Joseph Adam." Mom demanded. Joe blinked and let out a breath.
"Sorry Mom." Joe said, picking up his fork again. I just stared at him, what just happened? Joe's hand started shaking and he could hardly stab one of the carrots, without making a mass of noise. What is he doing?
After a few minutes of struggling, Joe looked at Nick with pleading eyes. Nick turned to him and a sly grin curved his lips.
A few minutes past and I realized that Joe was eating with his right hand again. But, Nick's hand was still stretched across the short distance between them. I shoved a piece of broccoli in my mouth and thought about this for a minute. Then, I started choking on my broccoli and my Dad started slapping me on the back, until I spit the broccoli onto my plate.
"EWWW!" Frankie whined. I looked up at Joe and he was staring at me with wide eyes again.
"Are you alright." he asked.
"Yeah…I'm fine." I coughed. I finally went back to eating and I wasn't concentrating on Joe's irresistible features anymore. I was concentrating on my mashed potatoes and getting through this dinner. As I went to scoop up my last spoonful of potatoes, Joe stabbed his fork into the table. My head shot up and he was straining to press that fork further into the table.
"JOSEPH ADAM!" Mom yelled. I looked straight to Nick and he was smiling a wide smile. My Dad grabbed Joe's hand and pried his fingers from the fork. Joe slapped his hand on the table and then swallowed hard. My Dad yanked the fork from the table and grabbed Joe's plate.
"You're done." he said taking the plate into the kitchen. Joe leaned back in the chair and sighed.
"Sorry, Mommy." he whispered. I gave Joe a concerned look before I went back to eating my dinner.
A few minutes later, our Dad came back to the table and didn't say a word. He must be really mad at Joe. Then, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I quickly pulled it out and flipped it open. It was a text from Joe. I looked up at him and he gave me a nod to read it. I opened the text and it read:
Joe:
Help Me! Nick is feeling me up!
I shot my head up and Joe had a pleading look on his face. I looked back at the screen and read it over again before I hit Reply. I wrote:
Kevin:
Is that the explanation for the new dent in mom's table?
Just as I sent it, Joe flipped open his phone. Then, a few seconds later my phone vibrated in my lap again.
Joe:
Yes! Dad is going to murder me.
I looked up at Joe with a smile and he just smirked. I could tell he was uncomfortable. I exited Joe's text and opened a New Message to Nick.
Kevin:
Get your hands out of Joe's pants!
Again, the text was quick. Nick didn't have his phone on vibrate though and a drum roll started playing. Nick's eyes went wide and our parents looked straight at him. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and flipped open the screen. After he read the text he smiled and put it back in his pocket, taking a bite of mashed potatoes. Then, Joe flinched, I watched as he tensed and squeezed his eyes shut. I shot a look at Nick and he had a smile on his face that read In-your-face.
Joe's T-shirt didn't hide the fact that he was tense. Then he flexed, making an array of veins and muscle protrude from his arms. I watched in amazement, he was sexier than I thought. Then, there was a strange sound, like wood was slowly breaking. Joe's face started to turn red and the veins in his arms were growing more visible. Then, there were a few more cracks, sounding like wood breaking, then there was a pop and Joe was on the floor. I immediately stood up and walked around the table. Joe was lying on his side with a piece of wood from Mom's chair in his hand.
He looked around in shock and then looked up at my Dad, who's face was burning red. Joe cringed and then looked down at the floor.
"Joseph Adam Lucas." Dad growled. Nick started chuckling and I shot him a disgusted look.
"Shut Up Nick!" I yelled as Joe stood up.
"I'm really, really sorry Mommy. I'm having a bad day." Joe said, bowing his head.
"HA HA HA HA!" Frankie laughed. "Joey!" he yelled pointing at Joe's crotch. Joe looked down and then quickly shielded himself.
"Um…I'll be upstairs." Joe said, nervously and then sprinted towards the stairs. Nick burst out laughing again and that was the last straw. I lunged at him and threw him into the wall.
"YOU SICK BASTARD!" I screamed.
"Get Off Me Kevin!" Nick yelled.
"SHUT UP! Why Would You Do That To Him!" I yelled.
"Shh, shh." he demanded, putting a finger to his lips. I shoved my forearm into his neck and his eyes went wide.
"You are a Fucking Dick, Nicholas. Why would you be such an ass to him, I thought you loved him." I whispered.
"Joe loves my Dick." he smirked, making me press my arm harder into his throat. I felt my Dad grab my shoulders, then he ripped me off of Nick.
"Go To Your Rooms Boys!" he yelled. Nick and I quickly ran up the stairs and I shoved him into the wall a few times before we were both in our bedrooms. I sat down in my desk chair and pulled out my phone, opening a new text to Joe.
Kevin:
Are you okay?
I waited a few minutes before my phone vibrated in my lap. I flipped it open and I felt like punching the wall.
Joe:
No.
I hesitated at first, but then I decided that Joe needed me. I had to try to help him.
Kevin:
Will you talk to me about it?
I waited about 10 minutes before I finally got a text back from him.
Joe:I hate when mom and dad are mad at me.
I feel like shit. I broke the table and the chair Kevin!
I want to throw Nick off a cliff right now. God I hate him.
He made me…well…nevermind…
I really wanted to kill Nick right about now. He made Joe upset and I hate it when he is upset.
Kevin:
Mom will get over it, she loves you.
What did he make you do Joe?
Joe:
Nothing.
Kevin:
He obviously did something. Even Frank noticed.
Joe:
I don't want to talk about it.
Kevin:
Please Joe, I want to help you.
Joe:
I'm not gonna tell you…you're gonna guess.
Kevin:
Fine.
Joe:
It happens when you see a hot girl…
And when you don't know how to control your…
…Male pride…This happens…
Kevin:
Are you wearing a new pair of briefs?
Joe:
…yes…
Kevin:
I'LL KILL HIM!
Joe:
Please.
Kevin:
I'll do it later…to many witnesses.
Joe:
Haha!
Kevin:
Yay…you laughed.
Joe:
Hardly.
Kevin:
Are you feeling better?
Joe:
No.
Kevin:
Will you talk 2 me? In person?
Joe:
…not yet…
Kevin:
Kay. Tell me when I can.
Joe:
Kay. Thanks.
Kevin:
No Problem.
I felt so incredibly bad for Joe. I wish he would let me comfort him, but I guess he needs some time alone. I really wanted to run down the stairs, grab a steak knife and stab Nick with it. I know that's violent, and wrong, but I'm so mad at him. He hurt Joe.
I wiped my phone of the table and opened a text to Nick.
Kevin:
You are the most disgusting person I have ever met!
I waited about 5 minutes until my phone vibrated again.
Nick:
Oh…harsh.
Kevin:
Do you know what you have done to him?
Nick:
I made him all sweaty.
Kevin:
Nicholas! You are the most disgusting 15 year old ever!
Nick:
I've seen worse.
Kevin:
Stop with the Dumb ass comments!
Nick:
No thanks.
Kevin:
You don't even care do you?
Nick:
No not really.
Kevin:
All he's given you! All he's done for you! And you feel nothing?
Nick:
Yeah…pretty much.
Kevin:
You Sick FUCK!
Nick:
Oh, Kevin. You have such a potty mouth.
Kevin:
You sound like your drunk Nick, SHUT UP!
Nick:
No…I don't think I will. I still want my gift in return.
Kevin:
Your gift?
Nick:
He needs to blow me up…like a balloon! Haha!
Kevin:
NICK!
I can pretty much guarantee that's never going to happen.
Nick:
Awe, too bad.
Kevin:
I'm through with you!
Nick:
Good.
What a Bastard! He has no feelings for Joe at all. It may have looked like it on the outside but all he wanted on the inside was Joe to Fuck him. What an inconsiderate, low life. Joe is our brother! I thought that they loved each other so much that they were going to try and make it work. Obviously, that wasn't what Nick was thinking when they made that promise.
Honestly, I don't love Joe like Nick 'loved' him. I have true feelings for him. I care about him more than anything and I wouldn't dare to make him upset like Nick has. I would make that promise to Joe because I truly want to be with him for the rest of my life, not just until I 'get some.' That disgusts me that anyone, let alone our brother, would think like that.
I was suddenly pulled from my thoughts when my phone vibrated in my lap. I quickly flipped it open.
Joe:
Please get over here. Before I do something stupid.
I was quick to my feet and I shoved my phone in my pocket. I walked to my door and placed the side of my face against it. It sounded like our parents were in the kitchen. I carefully turned the brass handle of my door and slid it open. I peaked down the stairs and I didn't see my parents, so I tiptoed across the small hallway to Joe's door. I lightly tapped on his door.
"Joe it's me." I whispered.
"Please Come In." he said, his voice cracking. I quietly opened Joe's door and walked in, closing it behind me. Joe was lying on his stomach, in the middle of the floor. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, no shirt. His head was facing the opposite side of the room, resting on the floor. His arms were bent at his elbows, hands flat on the floor. His cell phone was lying about a foot away from his face, wide open.
The lamp on his nightstand was the only source of light in the room. I honestly, felt like crying. This was the saddest thing I had ever seen. Joe was my favorite person in the entire world and now I knew this wasn't my Joe. He was so upset, that the happiest person in the world would probably cry at the scene in front of me.
"Kevin?" he whispered.
"Joe." was all I could say.
"Come sit with me." he rasped.
"Kay." I nodded, walking towards him. I stepped over his legs and walked over to his side, where I sat down, crossing my legs.
"Joe?" I asked, grabbing his bicep. I wanted to see his face.
"No." he cringed.
"I want to see you." I said, removing my hand from his arm.
"You're looking at me, aren't you?"
"Yes Joe, but I want to see your face."
"Not yet."
"Alright." I sighed. Joe moved his hands to his head, where he shoved his fingers into his hair.
"I don't like people touching me, Kevin." he whispered.
I waited, I knew he was going to continue.
"Nick knew that." his voice tensed and he gripped his roots, until his knuckles turned white. I put my hands over his and he released his grip. His hands slummed back to the floor, where they were before.
"I know." I whispered, running a hand over his back.
"No, you don't know, Kevin." he yelled, his voice cracking again. He lifted his head from the floor and stared at me. There were hot tears running down his cheeks, his eyes were red and his face was blotchy.
"Joe," I whispered, reaching my hand out to his face. I ran my hand over his cheek, wiping my thumb under his eye. Joe folded his arms and then dropped his head on top of them. He contorted his face and then he brought his knees to his chest. He tried pushing up on his hands,
"Eh…" he whined, before he tumbled to the floor. He brought a hand to his head and pressed it hard into his temple.
"Joe, stop." I commanded, grabbing his wrist. He released his hand from his forehead and stared at his phone. A ring tone, his favorite song, started playing,
I Only see You,
In all that I do,
To the rest I am blind,
I don't want something new,
Other than you,
For the rest of my life.
His whole body tensed and he squeezed his eyes shut.
"Nick." he whispered. I picked up his phone and flipped it open. It was a text, from Nick. I opened it and it read:
Nick:
You're such a Baby!
"What did he say?" Joe whispered. "Is he sorry?"
"Not Exactly." I cringed. I wasn't going to lie to him.
"Let me see." he said, reaching out his hand. I hesitantly placed it in his hand and he turned the screen to his view. He squeezed the phone in his hand and then he quickly sat up, something I didn't think he could do, then hurled the phone across the room. It smashed into the window and the window shattered. I reacted by grabbing his face and pulling it to my chest, shielding him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I could feel his tears through my shirt. "JOSPEH ADAM!" I heard Dad's angry voice scream. He started up the stairs, stomping his feet.
"I have to go, Joe."
"No." he said, squeezing himself tight to my body.
"But, he'll kill me." I said.
"He's going to kill me anyway, why not die with me?"
"I would love to, but not today. I still have to murder Nick." I said, running my fingers through his hair.
"Kay. Hide in the closet then. If you leave now, he will see you."
"Alright." I agreed, carefully standing up. I opened Joe's closet door and slid in, shutting the door behind me. Then, I heard Joe's bedroom door slam into the wall.
"JOSEPH! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Dad screamed.
"I killed the window." he whispered. I heard a slap and then I peaked through the crack in the closet door. Joe was lying on his back, with his hands in front of his face. Our Dad was hurting him.
"YOU ARE PAYING FOR THAT WINDOW, A NEW CHAIR AND HOW EVER MUCH IT COSTS TO REPAIR THE TABLE, GOT IT?" Dad screamed, even louder.
"O.k." I watched Joe cringe.
"AND DON''T EXPECT A NEW PHONE EVER!"
"O.k. Dad." I heard another slap and I cringed away from the door.
"Get to Bed!" he yelled. The door slammed and I waited until I knew he was gone. I slowly opened the closet door and Joe was sitting up in the middle of the floor, with his hand over his left eye.
"Joe?" I asked, and his head snapped in my direction.
"Did he hurt you?" I asked.
Joe nodded and then turned his gaze to the floor.
"I Only see You." I quoted his favorite song. His head snapped in my direction again, but this time he dropped his hand from his eye.
"What?" he whispered.
"I Only see You, and all I want to see is you, for the rest of my life." I smiled.
Joe's mouth was slightly open and he was gripping his knees.
"Y-you…love me?" he asked.
"I love you, Joseph." I said, watching as a tear rolled down his cheek. Finally.
How was it? REVIEWS!
Should I continue this?
Also, if you didn't understand the fatty acid joke, Nick called Kevin a 'Fat Ass.' (It was a joke me and my friends made up in bio)
~Sleek Blan~