'The Brother'

a.k.a. that time John got really familiar with the back of the bike sheds.

Now let me make it very clear; every time he denied his homosexuality you can think of it being similar to walking the plank on a sinking ship. He ends up being in the water, and acknowledged to be gay, and exercises he partook in to go out in style were completely futile.

I know what the point of my writing is, but bear with me. We'll get there, so I'm going to tell you a story within a story. We begin when he was at the ripe young age of 14. In secondary school, he was popular. Everyone has the brief stint at being within the top group and some, like John, decide they don't like it, and step down, to the level of the rest of us mere mortals. Well, in John's case, the top dogs treated everyone else as if they didn't have a place breathing the same air as them.

Let's start half way through the beginning. Ordinary Wednesdays, you know the like. Half way through the week; 'if this week/term/year/life doesn't get any better I'm going to murder someone'? So picture it, John, plotting a triple homicide while walking down a corridor. In said corridor there are Year 7's spitting and laughing and crying and whatever Year 7's did to fill their spare time. To be honest, I think everyone's blocked that first horrifically awkward year from their minds, so you can't blame me for not knowing what they were doing. To be even more honest, everything about these weeks were stupendously awkward and creepily hot. Now John's wondering if he could get away with bashing a few of the tiny, Year 7 heads in. You know, only the really small annoying ones. And their friends. And their friend's friends. And maybe their brother. Anyway, he's on the brink of turning his backpack into an improvised weapon, when Jane? Jay? Jade! Her name was Jade, called to him "Hey John! Wanna go to a party tonigh'?" Because really, don't tell me you pronounced all your words correctly when you were 14. Not all the time. That's just ridiculous. And John, hoping that this was his chance to turn his week, term, year and life around, accepted.

Hit the fast forward button, and we're at the party-thing. More of a 'let's break into my dad's alcohol cupboard and drink everything with all my friends and not tell him. Ever.' Okay so John was feeling a bit out of place... More than usual fourteen-year-olds do. He wasn't used to drinking, or blatantly breaking rules like this. But then again, he was young. And very open to peer pressure. So he rather openly agreed to a game of spin-the-bottle.

The game started off great, amazing even. He watched some girls kiss, watched his best friend kiss a girl that wasn't his girlfriend (his friend would have a cut on his face from the slap he received for some days post the party. Teenagers can be vicious) and several more scandals occur. It's amazing what mischief a bottle can cause. And then it was John's turn. It wasn't his first kiss, but his first and second and third's were those beautifully awkward adolescent kisses with far too pursed lips and a little bump and a layer of slightly cute awkward coating every move. His first at the party was just a little press of lips with a cute girl who he'd always liked. Her smile made her blue eyes quirk up and flash green. Several more span the bottle, and a few more than several bottles of alcohol disappeared. John giggled like a five year old, and bagged his second turn. The bottle span, and span, and span and seriously it felt like it wasn't going to stop and John had nearly combusted of awkward and THEN it landed on the host's elder brother. He was tall with dark hair and pale skin and brown eyes. (Later, John would realise the uncanny resemblance to Sherlock. Except in teenage form. And drunk. And Scottish.) This boy was 17 or something and it was over before it started because he'd leaned over and dragged John up and smashed their lips together and for the three seconds that happened it was hot and rushed and John's best kiss ever, so far and then the young host grabbed his brother and dragged him back. A few words were hissed, including 'you weren't invited-he's mine! You know how I feel about him. Back off and go hide in your closet' but John was far too drunk on lips and fumes and cheap vodka to notice what was said.

The next episode is what really makes up the first time he said he wasn't gay, for the next day all party-goers were nursing headaches and promising never to drink on weekdays. Except for John who'd actually hadn't drank that much. Well, the encounter happened after the bell had rung (and made every party-goer want to pull their ears off) behind the bike sheds. Yeah, I know. Clichéd, isn't it? But then again the reasons clichés become clichéd is because people do them.

So John's retrieving his bike.
And the host's brother is there.
And he drags John behind the shed.
What happens after is the hottest moment of John's life until he's 17 and meets Frank, but that's a story for another time. The other time being Chapter Three.
John was shoved up against the back wall, and a very warm, very sexy, very male body covered his. A thigh was between his legs and he's propped up by hands on his shoulders, and said thigh between his legs. The host's brother's (I never got his name, and apparently John only met him these two times. Lust at first sight, me thinks) lips are softer this time, and this is John's first snog, so the brother dominates, leading John straight to arousal, his tongue slipping around John's mouth and one of the only things John remembers is how talented that tongue was. Just as the grinding begins, the excess party-goers round the corner to go to the bike shed. The two concealed behind stop their frantic grinding and snogging to listen. The group walking past laugh and talk in slightly hushed voices, and every so often one will yell 'OI! Headache. Stop yelling.' And they continue. Just as John and the mystery brother think they are in the clear, one drops a... thing. A coin or a ball or something, it was forgotten as they sighed; 'Shiiiiiiiiit' and walked around the shed to collect it. And then stop dead as they see John pinned against the wall with the older brother still beneath him. They drop apart as the person, who by a stroke of 'luck', happens to be the host... And let's say he's not entirely that pleased. He stops, stares, and yells;
"JOHN what are you DOING that's my BROTHER why would you... ugggghhhhhhhhhh-"*stomp stomp stomp*"-AHHR!" *smack*

Riiiight.
That didn't make sense did it?
"JOHN what are you DOING-" eyes widen and arms flail,
"-that's my BROTHER-" eyes widen further as host (Andy) realises his brother had done exactly what he didn't want him to,
"-why would you-" complete and utter confusion,
"-...uggghhhhhhhhhhh-" Welcome back, headache!
*stomp stomp stomp* Andy could be sassily angry when he wants to be. And that boy could stomp,
"-AHHR!" he turns his brother to face him fully andddd,
*smack*

Actually it should be

*smACK* because, wow. Andy also got really, really angry.

Um yeah, if you didn't get that, he punched his brother.

And all John had to say about it was;

"I'm not gay."

And, well. The worst thing he could say, because the party-goer-onlookers all burst out laughing, (and then immediately regretted it, wincing and punching each other for being too loud) as did the older brother who eyed him, leaned forward and whispered in his ear 'if you're not gay, then I've never kissed someone who is' and Andy's eyes were filling up with tears. John was scarlet, Andy was trying desperately not to cry and the brother had stalked off, his arse swaying rather fantastically, as John noted. Of course, Andy saw that and decided it would be better to run away than cry in front of John.

And from then on John's popularity jumped down the drain.
He fell to the bottom and stayed there. It was nice there, he had decided. His friends liked him and it was much less stress than being with 'the populars.' That is, until the second 'I'm not gay!' encounter. It involved Andy, and let's just say, there's a reason Andy's name is the only one John remembers.

A/N: Six chapters. One every two days. I want to say thank you to everyone who's favourited, followed, reviewed and even just read my work. I started writing earlier this month and the amount of support I've had has been ridiculous, I love you all! Thank you a thousand times! (:

I hope you enjoy this fic set, it's been niggling round the back of my brain for a while and I finally decided to write it, because everyone's been writing a 'five times' fic and the 'I'm not gay' line is a favourite :3 Cookies for whoever spots the fall out boy quote ;D

All mistakes are my own, unbeta'd, unedited because I'm lazy;)

I'm also rubbish at consistency so chances are I'll finish writing this one before writing more Demons... but I can upload two at a time:D

Love, hugs, hedgehogs and tea.