This one contains kissu~ :3 a little preview of what's to come in Chapter 3~
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Bro opened the door, revealing his brother on the Internet. God knows what he was doing. You knock on the door as you walk in.
"Hey, Dave… Could I talk to you…?"
"Hold on, John. I'll call you back in a second."
Dave hung up the phone, placing it on one of the turntables in his room.
"What is it? Why do you choose now to give a flying fuck about me?"
"Look Dave, I-"
"You what? Because last time I checked, you've been avoiding me. So what in the fucking hell could you possible have to say now?"
Bro grabbed his shoulders and kept him still, looking at him in the eyes. He took off Dave's glasses, revealing the ruby eyes that he accommodated. Bro had only seen that pair of eyes once or twice when Dave was a kid. His eyes were the same color, and it made him feel guilty. It made him feel like he was looking at himself.
"I need to talk to you seriously about something."
"What? What the fuck do you want?"
"About why."
"Why what?"
"Why I've been ignoring you and pushing you away all these years."
"Because you don't like me. Simple as that. Not like I give a shit."
"It's not fucking that, Dave. That is nowhere fucking near what I'm trying to tell you. When I was a kid, my life was fucked up. I just thought I was the coolest motherfucker ever. 'Which I am now.' But I seriously fucked up, Dave. Don't make the same mistake I did. Those dudes and chicks that come home with me are an outlet for all the feelings that I choose not to show. Don't hold anything in. Don't fucking push people away like I did. Do—"
"Would you shut the fuck up?" Dave yelled. He was quite irritated with what Bro was trying to tell him.
"Do you think I fucking care about any of that shit? It's my life, not yours. I can do whatever the fuck I want with it. I'm 15 and perfectly capable of getting a girlfriend and hanging out with whoever the fuck I want. Unlike you, I won't be a fucking manwhore. All it does is mock and shit on the one person who would fucking die for you."
Bro said nothing. But wait; Dave said the ONE person who cared about him. Who was that? He didn't really have friends in the first place, and the women and men were only a one-time thing, and he didn't even know what half of their names were. All he could think of was Dave. Wait a second. Dave? The little bro that is currently chewing you out? It couldn't be. It just couldn't.
Bro got a feeling deep in the pit of his stomach. It was like a tingling. A warm feeling. He felt a flush of shades of red and pink creeping across his cheeks. What was this feeling? He had never really felt it before. And why was he blushing? He didn't know. He could feel his eyes widening under his shades.
'Whatever you do, do NOT show emotion. Especially not in front of Dave.' He thought to himself as he covered his mouth with his hand.
"What the fuck is wrong, now?"
Bro's knees got weak and he fell to the ground, still holding his hand over his mouth.
Dave's heart skipped a beat, in worrying about Bro. Yeah, he was pissed, but that didn't mean he wasn't worried. He squatted in front of Bro
"Seriously. What's the matter?"
Bro backed up on his knees, still retaining this swirling of emotions in the pit of his stomach. He kept re-processing the idea of LIKING Dave over and over and over again in his mind. Did he really have feelings for him? The one he was pushing away for so long? Bro didn't know. But it was extremely risky to come onto Dave like he wanted to. Bro wasn't that much older… 4 years difference. But that wasn't the problem. Bro was scared; scared that Dave would hate him if he did anything. It was at east worth a shot. He lowered his hand and looked at have. He quickly brought his face close to Dave's and pecked him on the lips. Bro looked away, waiting to get told off again; but all he heard was utter silence. He was waiting to get punched or screamed at; but he heard nothing. He looked up, seeing Dave with wide eyes and a deep shade of crimson, almost identical to his shirtsleeves, on his face.
"D-don't do that if you're not serious, asshole. Quit playing with me…"
"But the thing is, I'm serious."
Bro looked at Dave in the eyes, taking off his glasses. He grabbed Dave's waist, pulling him into a hug.
"I'm so fucking sorry I've been pushing you away all this time… You don't know how much it killed me."
Bro felt exposed. He felt like he could just completely melt down in Dave's arms. He loved him. He really did love him.
Dave pulled away, and looked at him. His eyes were glossy, as if he were about to cry. He closed them and moved to Bro's face, kissing him once more. Bro's eyes were wide at first, but then fluttered closed as he moved his hand to Dave's jawbone. Dave pulled bro's shirt towards him to get more pressure in the kiss. Bro began to mive his lips, Dave following soon after him.
'This isn't fucking happening.'
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So I hope you guys liked Chapter 2! Cliffhanger. :P I was kind of in a rush to finish it, and Chapter 3 will be coming soon!