Shock. This wasn't their initial reaction, but it was the feeling that hit them the hardest. Francisco tried to keep a brave face for Thomas's sake, but his younger brother could sense that he wanted him to stay. Thomas was torn between his future and his brother; his lover. However this indecision lasted for barely a moment when the curly haired man decided what he wanted to do.
"I won't go." It wasn't a question or a plea but a firm statement. Francisco tried to smile though his brother could see, nay, feel the pain his brother kept concealed.
"Thomas you must go!" Francisco laughed in order to refute what his brother already knew. "This will be great for your career!" Thomas tried to justify training for the Olympics at home in Brazil, though his coach promptly stated that it would not be right to discuss it at that moment.
Later that evening the two brothers indulged in a passionate embrace. Their lips continued to collide in an excruciating frenzy. Stopping for breath they held each other; hearts beating in anxiety and anguish. Francisco released his brother and opened the passenger seat getting into the drivers position soon after. The ride was relatively quiet other than Thomas' repeated apologies and Francisco's constant endearments. The younger man placed his hand on his brothers thigh and began rubbing tender circles with his thumb. Francisco placed his hand on top of his brothers hand and caressed his knuckles.
"Everything will be okay Tom Tom," he lovingly assured the man. Once they reached their childhood home they approached the door hand in hand. Once they were inside not a moment passed before Thomas shoved his older brother against the door and assaulted his lips with his own. In a welcoming gesture Francisco opened his mouth and intertwined his fingers in his brothers mess of curly locks. Thomas began to breathe heavily as Francisco moaned beneath his brother's touch. All the way to the bedroom they could hardly keep their hands off of each other. Soon they were undressing. Thomas unbuttoned the few buttons on his brothers shirt as Francisco fumbled with Thomas' belt. If this was to be one of their last nights together before Thomas went to Russia they were not in the mood to waste it. All the barriers had been removed and the had each other in the purest form.
Thomas reveled in his the other mans face in the pillow and drank in every bite and injury Francisco inflicted upon him. They loved it just as they loved each other; all consuming and with no boundary. Once their tango of bittersweet pleasure came to an end they simply lied there, contemplating their next move. Suddenly Thomas spoke.
"I really won't go darling," he began, "How can I exist without you?"
Francisco heavily sighed. "Ah, but my love you must."
"Then come with me," Thomas demanded more than asked. "Come with me because I love you too much to not see you every moment of everyday." He lifted the older mans chin with his index finger. "Don't make me do this alone." His voice read frustration, but his eyes screamed sorrow.
"Really?" Thomas smirked and nodded.
"Yes. Of course." Francisco smiled brightly and bent his head down to kiss his brother's chest. "I love you. How can I show you that I love you so much." Thomas smiled as well and suggested, "One more time would be sufficient." Francisco chuckled and with that they commenced the dance yet again, but this time of pure ecstacy.