****Note**** CHAPTER 10 IS THE NEW CHAPTER!

To those who have read this fic before, you have probably noticed that there are less chapters as well as blank chapters. Well, I went back and edited chapters, combining some and fixing up others. I did this because, unfortunately, this fic was written during the early phases of my writing and as time went on I developed a rhythm or style of writing, so to speak. This fic had potential to be better so I cleaned it up and such to fit more to my current style of writing.

I hope no one is upset over this. No scenes were taken out and only one major change was made. (I went in and made it so that what was originally many chapters stretching out of the events of one day, is not that way anymore.) I didn't want to have to delete chapter 11 and 12's reviews and comments so I left blank documents there until I can get some new chapter updates in there. Sorry for this mild chaos! I just appreciate your feedback so much, I really didn't want to delete the chapters and see the feedback go away!

Anyways, sorry for the long note. Chapters 1-9 are the original story and chapter 10 is new. I hope you guys enjoy : ) Sorry for the long wait! Also, once I get new chapters to fill chapters 11 and 12 I will take down this note so the next readers aren't confused.

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Tadashi always had a habit of warning me of things that came along with puberty.

Sex in particular was often a big topic when he brought it up. But even so, being a careless sixteen year old, I never gave much thought to his lectures. I really just didn't see the point. I knew what sex was. I knew how it happened. Condoms, lube, consent. Yup, we went over all of it in detail but I never thought I'd put any of it to use. That was mostly because I had no interest anyone, anyways... well that's not entirely true.

As much as I hated to acknowledge it, my attraction to my protective older brother was definitely getting out of hand. The mere fact I couldn't bring myself to have anything other than a platonic interest in anyone other male should have been alarming to me... but just like anything else puberty threw at me, I repressed it for another day.

Friday night, Aunt Cass left for her friend's house and Tadashi had gone to his lab at school hours ago to sort out some new parts Baymax needed. Having the house to myself didn't happen enough due to Tadashi usually being around, not that I really minded. Having been warned not to wait up, I wasn't expecting him home until later. Inviting a friend over didn't seem like a bad idea considering it was either that or rotting in the house alone for hours, so that's exactly what I did.

Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have been a problem to have a friend over with my family home. Problem was, the circumstances weren't to my older brother's liking. The particular friend I invited over, Ricky, wasn't someone Tadashi was very fond of. He was local bot fighter who I knew from my former fighting days. Ricky was nineteen, tall, brunette and more importantly he was notoriously known around the city as a player so to speak.

I knew he was in to guys, but never gave it much thought to be honest. He and I hung out lot, despite my brother's disapproval. If I'd had a bigger social circle I would have paid Tadashi's feelings more heed and avoided Ricky but alas, being a snarky sixteen year old genius doesn't really attract too many friends. I never had a problem with the guy, so I kept him around. It sucked having no friends, I couldn't throw Ricky away just to please my older brother's paranoia. Even if I just wanted to pleased him in any way I could, there was no way I'd get rid of the one person within my age group who dared give me any time of day.

Well, he came over and I set a movie to play in my room. It was some recent sci-fi flick that was popular down at the video store, Ricky had mentioned it some time and insisted we watch it. He sat in my office chair and I lounged on my bed next to him while we watched the TV perched on the wall of Tadashi and I's room. Completely immersed in the film, I hadn't noticed the way he gradually inched closer to me. So close, as a matter of fact. His chair was right up next to my bed.

"Hey, so when's your family getting back anyways?" Ricky asked out of the blue. "Anytime soon?"

Not really giving any thought to why he would ask me that I just shrugged, still watching the TV.

"Not sure, later on probably."

Mochi's feet could be heard thumping around downstairs as he probably jumped down from a counter or something and I briefly mistook it for the sound of actual feet. Then I could have sworn I heard the downstairs door open and shut, but knowing better I kept my attention on the movie brushing it off as my imagination playing tricks on me. That, or Aunt Cass had forgotten to close a window like she often did. Sometimes the shutters would knock around a bit from the breeze. The sound could have easily been that, but usually they knocked around a bit not just one slam.

There was no way Aunt Cass or Tadashi were home. Aunt Cass always slept at her friend's house when they went out and Tadashi almost always came home really late when going to the school. Pondering where the sound I heard came from, I didn't see Ricky get up from the chair. Next thing I know there's a shift in weight on my mattress and Ricky's crawling over me.

"Hey Hiro..."

As caught off guard as I was, there was no denying what his intentions were. He went right for me, his body over mine. Looking up at him I was met with his mischievous green eyes and breath that smelled distinctly of cigarettes. Brown brows that arched in the middle just enough to give him that 'bad boy' sass were lowered as he curled his lips.

"Let's do something a lil more interesting..." he insisted, invading my personal space further by trying to kiss me. "This movie can wait."

Not realizing exactly what he was doing until it was too late, I soon learned what cigarettes tasted like. Which was quite nasty, a bitter and smokey taste stuck in his mouth. I thought he was going to go right for my body, not instigate a full on make out session. Pressing my arms against his chest, I pushed him away. He looked at me confused and tried to kiss me again.

"Why you acting all hard to get for, Hiro?" He asked me, his hand creeping towards my thigh. "It's just me."

"What are you doing?" I questioned him, extremely confused regarding his sudden come on. "Seriously, get off me!"

"It's just a little guy time, c'mon."

Ricky was so uncaring and suave about it all. Like I was supposed to just let him come on to me and do as he pleased. Most sixteen year olds probably would have done just that be it Ricky was the one coming after them... but I had no experience with that type of shit at all. I was not eager to get felt up by some other teenager. Suddenly becoming defensive, I glared at him.

"You've got some nerve. Why would you even assume I'm in to guys?"

"Well you're never around any girls. You don't talk about them, ever. It's so obvious."

At his response I glowered but more in embarrassment than anger. Socializing was weak point for me and Ricky knew that. So him using my lack of contact with girls as an excuse to come on to me was both annoying and manipulative. At my facial expression Ricky clucked his tongue.

"I mean well. Of trust me I do..." He assured me. " Now come on, bring that little ass over here so I can take care of it."

" I really think you have the wrong idea." I corrected him, irritated. "I'm not gay."

"That's bullshit."

It hit me that Ricky was fairly confident he had me sexually pegged, which technically he did. But regardless, I had no interest in what he was instigating and wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of me admitting he was right. Ricky took my face in his hands and kissed me again, holding me against his mouth as he slipped his tongue along mine again. Taste of tobacco aside, it was actually kind of... nice. I'd never been kissed before.

Coming back to my senses I pulled away, adamant against continuing. And I wasn't about to admit that was my first kiss either. Hell no. Not to Ricky. That was all he needed, some leverage.

"Look, seriously. This isn't a good idea." I warned him "We're friends. Quit it-"

"We could be more than friends, if you'd quit pulling away. Come here, Man."

"Get off!" I told him, voice louder than I intended it to be. "I said no!"

And that's when my bedroom door opened and completely scared the wits out of me. There stood Tadashi in his oil stained wife beater, muscles bulging from his biceps and shoulders showing where his arms came out from the lack of sleeves. Backpack slung over his shoulder, pile of papers under his arm and cup of coffee held in his hand, he took in the situation. His eyes immediately widened in alarm at the scenario. The guy he didn't like, looming over his little brother in bed, that was what he walked in on. Yeah, looks pretty innocent enough, right?

No.

"Everything alright, Hiro?" he asked me cautiously, voice indicating he was a mere response away from fixing the situation. "What's going on here?"

Too shocked to reply, I stared at him dumbly. Ricky looked over his shoulder to assure Tadashi it was not at all what it looked like. But it was too late. Far too late because my older brother was already glaring down Ricky. The scene looked pretty bad.

"You need to leave. Right now."

Ricky tried to argue his case but my stunned silence told Tadashi all he needed to know.

"Out, now. Or I'm calling the cops. I bet they'd love to hear about the illegal bot fights taking place downtown where you hang out." he threatened, failing so also mention Ricky was technically hovering over a minor. "Now get off my brother and leave."

My friend promptly hauled ass out of my house without another word. I knew he wasn't mad at me, there had been a slight misunderstanding but he wasn't going to risk his ass to stick around and try to convince my brother. The front door slammed shut downstairs and Tadashi looked at me completely astounded.

"Are you kidding me, Hiro?" he asked me rhetorically. "Have you lost your common sense?"

"'Dashi it wasn't what it looked like-"

"So that punk wasn't just trying to force himself down your pants? Right." he interrupted me, completely exasperated. "Why would you hang out with him, let alone invite him in your bedroom, while no one else is here? Do you know how dangerous that is?"

"Dashi I-"

"You could have been raped had I not come in when I did. Unbelievable! You need to be more careful, Hiro." He scolded me as he set his backpack and papers down on his bed. "That guy is bad news. A nineteen year old delinquent like him as no business poking his nose around you. You're better than that"

Tadashi stared me down and I found myself shrinking under his gaze meanwhile something else was rising to attention. Tadashi angry and dressed in his dirty work clothes was quite a sight. Doing my best to subtly conceal my issue, I shifted and pulled a pillow over my lap with the intention looking to be to rest my elbows on. I didn't like being scolded, but something about my older brother pissed off was quite masculine.

"Seriously, what were you thinking?-" he rambled on, still clearly upset until I interjected.

"TADASHI!"

He paused and looked up at me shocked from my outburst. I never yelled like that. Arms crossed he quirked his head and deadpanned.

"What?" he asked, disgruntled. "This should interesting. Go ahead, give me some excuse."

"Look, he really wasn't going to rape me. You walked in on a bad moment, bro. " I assured him despite the discouraging eye roll. "I'm serious. It wasn't what it looked like. "

"You looked scared like a deer caught in headlights and you yelled at him to get off of you. I heard it loud and clear. "

"It was a misunderstanding, please trust me. He thought I was gay."

"Well are you?"

The question itself didn't surprise me as much as Tadashi's sudden interest. Noting the way his eyes widened attentively, I stared at him warily with my heart stuck in my throat. I went mute. I was not prepared for him to ask that... even though I had set myself for that technically.

"Well?" he pushed the question, still waiting. "Are you?"

"Yeah, actually... I am."

Tadashi's face wavered on shocked and for a brief moment I thought he was upset with me. Which I couldn't fathom because my brother never seemed like that type of person to me, a homophobe. He was pretty open minded and nice to everyone. Just not Ricky.

"Are you sure you're gay, Hiro?" he asked me.

I found myself actually irate with what I felt he was implying. Coming out unexpectedly was aggravating enough, but this? Come on. Leave it to ladie's man Tadashi to say something like that. Maybe he should have spent less time at the lab or hanging with Gogo and paid attention to his brother to catch signs that maybe I wasn't straight...

When had I become so needy? Oh my god.

"Jeez, Dashi. Really? Yes, I'm sure." I snapped almost immediately. "Why would you even ask me that? Fucking really?"

Tadashi's eyes widened further at my raised voice and profanity and he shook his head, raising the hand that wasn't holding his coffee with. He tried calming me down. Offering me an apology, he went on.

"Woah, take it easy. Look I'm sorry, alright? Maybe I should have breached that a little differently." he told me, sitting down by my feet. " I'm just... surprised. When were you planning on telling me?"

Sending a sideways glare at my older brother I huffed and rolled my eyes. Why didn't I tell him? Oh I don't know, maybe because it wasn't exactly a great conversation starter. 'Hey Bro, I like dick. Build anything interesting lately? How's Gogo?' Ugh.

"Well it's not like it's something I can just bring up... it's uncomfortable."

"I'm your brother, you can tell me anything. Nothing about you would ever make me uncomfortable." he assured me, polishing off the last of his coffee.

Tipping back his head as he drank, Tadashi's jugular was visible. For the life of me I've never been able to figure out why a man's jaw fascinated me so much. Tadashi was always clean shaven and smooth... yeah that wasn't helping at all.

I scratched the back of my head nervously, unsure of what to say. Suddenly it was hard to look Tadashi in the eyes so I looked down at my lap, where surprisingly enough, I could still feel my erection present beneath the pillow. Great, I can't get up and leave. Suddenly Tadashi was looming over me and my heart stopped until I realized he was just reaching over to put his empty mug on my desk. Of course, duh.

Feeling like a complete moron I groaned unaware that it was out loud. The sound registered in my ears as verbal and I cringed. Tadashi paused after setting his mug down and turned a curious eye on me.

"Look Hiro, I know this is hard on you but you don't need to feel out of place with me. I'm the last person you have to worry about, trust me." He assured me sincerely, lingering too close for comfort. "It's alright."

The statement piqued my interest and I couldn't figure out what the hell he meant by it. What on earth would my older brother know about being gay? Prepared to find out, I looked at him completely bullshit. Tadashi was smart, but sometimes he said things that really made me wonder if he was ignorant.

'Yes, because the man who has every girl on campus cumming in their pants knows what it's like to be gay. You get hit on all the time, by women, yet you know what I'm going through." the sarcasm practically foamed from my mouth."Maybe you should call your girlfriend over and we'll all have an open debate about it while I suffer from pubescent mood swings. Because every time I'm mad, that's the first thing you and Baymax blame it on!"

I continued my aggravated rant with a fairly accurate impersonation of my brother.

"Oh hey, Gogo! Could you do me a favor and come over to help me explain to my homosexual brother how much I can relate to his homosexuality with my heterosexuality? You'll be right over? " I mimicked before deadpanning. "Fantastic."

I half expected Tadashi to get annoyed with my attitude and leave but he actually snorted in amusement before chuckling.

"Well you're right about those mood swings, that's for sure. The other stuff, not so much."

"Oh yeah?"

"Gogo isn't my girlfriend Hiro, she never was. What on earth ever gave you that idea?" he asked me, getting over his amusement. "I don't even look at her in that way."

Tadashi's face became oddly perturbed as he searched mine for something. He reached a hand forward and I internally freaked out worrying that for some reason he was going to rest it on my pillow and feel my 'little' problem. But he placed his hand on mine and squeezed it reassuringly.

The comforting contact struck me as ….strange. He was speaking calmly and staring at me with regretful eyes as if he thought the mere mistake of me assuming he was in a relationship had set me in to turmoil ….which it kinda did. Sort of. But that aside, why did he even care? Apparently I had blanked out momentarily because Tadashi tapped my hand, inching his face closer to me.

"You alright?"

"Yeah Dashi, I'm okay." I responded, shaking off the fog.

"So, why'd you think Gogo and I were a thing anyways? I assure you we're not. I promise you we're not."

Trying to figure out a way to explain myself without sounding jealous I cleared my throat and shrugged, ignoring the way Tadashi was looking at me as if I needed a hug. Deciding to just throw it out there, I answered him.

"Well, you spend a lot of time at the lab and with her. It seemed likely you were dating, or at least approaching that. I don't know, girls are always throwing themselves at you. "

"It never goes anywhere" he argued.

"But you humor them." I countered back... sounding like a jealous girlfriend.

"It's called being polite."

Getting fed up with the prolonged spheal regarding Tadashi's fangirls, I cut to the chase. I really didn't wanna talk about girls, let alone girls fawning after my brother. MY brother.

" So Gogo isn't your girlfriend and you don't bed your classmates, what's your point?"

"I don't care for women all that much."

"So? What's your point-oh-"

It hit me like a brick wall, that is if I what I was getting from his statement was correct. Just to make sure, I asked him.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Nodding, he confirmed it. Leaning away from me he sat up straight and crossed his arms. Waiting for a response, he said nothing. I, of course, didn't want to admit I was wrong about his sexuality. So instead of apologizing, I rolled my eyes.

"So when where YOU planning on telling me? I've been sitting here assuming you get laid by Gogo on the daily."

"Why the fascination with my sex life?"

His question left me speechless and I really didn't know how to respond to it. His eyes bore in to me and sent chills down my spine as he waited for my explanation. All I could think was 'Oh, no reason really. I just don't like picturing some broad riding you at your lab desk.' The thought softened my daunting erection slightly. Playing off my silence as annoyance, I scoffed.

" I was just saying, jeez. I don't care if you have a girlfriend or boyfriend or whatever."

The word 'boyfriend' rung in my ears ominously. I pondered if Tadashi had some secret guy Aunt Cass and I didn't know about. But, after stating my indifference to his intimate life, I couldn't contradict myself and ask. He, to my relief, offered up the answer anyways.

"Well I don't have either... never exclusively. Do you? Unless that creep, Ricky, is your boyfriend".

"He's not!" I told him almost impulsively. "...I don't have one. I never did."

"….so that moment I walked in on, was that going to be your first time?"

Blood rushed to my face and my voice rose to nearly three octaves higher than what was naturally comfortable. My erection, thankfully, went flaccid. Thank God for small miracles.

"That's none on your damn business!" I all but squealed, ashamed of the girly pitch.

"Let's just pretend for a minute that it is. So...?" he urged me, teasing smirk creeping on to his face. "Was it?"

The last conversation I wanted to be having with my brother was THIS. So, of course, I punched him in the shoulder without hesitation. As hilarious as Tadashi found my petty avoidance of his question, he wasn't entirely taking the bait. Intent on getting an answer out of me, he lunged forward and pinned me down to my mattress. His fingers found their way under my shirt and he tickled me like I was fucking five, the prick.

"D-Dashi! HA! Cut it out!" I begged him, struggling to get away. "I'm sixteen, Bro!" This ain't right! Stop-"

"Then answer me, smart ass. I don't care how old you are." he insisted, fingers unrelenting. "You pop your cherry with someone yet or not?"

"Okay, Okay!" I squeaked, trying to turn over on to my stomach mortified I was going to pop a stiff one from the compromising position "No! Now let go, asshole!"

I managed to squirm my way on to my stomach. Trying to gain leverage I shuffled my knees up, propping my rear in the air in order to stable myself to slide off my bed. Before I could make my escape Tadashi grabbed me by the belt and tugged me backwards. He ended up pinning me to the mattress triumphantly with his arm pressed between my shoulders and the other holding my belt.

"I'm not surprised. You're a tough one to pin down." he remarked thoughtfully. "How's anyone supposed to get in there?"

Tadashi continued to tickle me and pressed his body weight in to the arm he had digging in to my back. Needless to say, the struggle left me with a stiff one again and my blood ran cold. All Tadashi had to do was flip me and I was exposed. His body on me was too much, this was really bad. Sweat prickling at my hairline, I prayed he was done horsing around. I tried flipping him off me but he was stronger.

He moved his arm and I took the opportunity to push myself up on to my knees. I reached for a pillow but Tadashi must've assumed I was going to whack him with it because he ripped it away from me. Pinning my back to his chest, he held me under the arms with a bicep and noogied me with his free hand. I panicked that he was going to glance down at me and see the suspicious lump in my shorts .

I wiggled trying to free myself but it was pointless. He ended up slipping and I tumbled forward so he caught me by the hips. But of course his hand had to hit something else on the way back. Something rather sensitive.

"Ahh!" I grunted, soon regretting I hadn't stayed quiet.

Being the protective sibling he was, he immediately tried turning me over to see what happened. I insisted I was fine but no matter how much I struggled he got his way. Flipped over on to my back, my little problem was exposed. He stared at the mound between my legs as if totally shocked... his eyes lingered a little longer than necessary so I hastily grabbed a pillow and slammed it on my lap. Back to this.

"Look Tadashi it's -"

"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" he cut me off, worried he'd caused actual damage. "Are you in pain?"

"What? N-No, I'm fine." I stammered, shaken up with nerves. "I-It's fine."

He glanced down at where the pillow was being held firmly against me and then back up to my face that I'm sure was the deepest shade of scarlet ever. Christ, why me? He tried taking the pillow but I held on to it.

"Let me check." he insisted calmly, hand still gripping the pillow. "Show me-"

"WHAT! Are you crazy? "I yelped, unsure of what I had just heard. "That's not necessary!"

"I'm your brother, come here!"

The pillow was ripped from me and there it was again, still completely erect and perfectly fine. Still needing to investigate further, he undid my pants. Then much to my dismay, he pulled down my underwear down enough to free my returned friend. Refusing to look at him, I covered my face. Time stood still while he ' took in the damage'. I don't think I'd ever been so embarrassed in my entire life... but I was proven wrong.

"Does it hurt if I touch it?"