Chapter Two

Kevin had wanted some alone time for ages, he loved his family but he needed to get away, his release was the shower. He locked the door behind him and stripped himself of his clothes. He turned on the shower and as he waited for it to warm up he looked at himself in the mirror. It wasn't out of vanity… well; maybe it was a little bit. His hair had grown long and needed to be cut, he just straightened it until he did. His muscular arms looked good in the light of the bathroom, and his stomach had become more toned than he realised. The hair under his arms and on his chest told him he was a man now; he was the man of the family when his father was away.

He stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade through his hair, along his shoulders and down his olive-skinned body. The cold tiles set contrast with Kevin's hot skin and he knew if he wanted to relax, he had to do it now.

He let his fingers graze over his man-hood, twitching lightly, trying to tease himself but in the end failing as he knew he didn't have much time. He pumped away, hot, heavy and heated, his breath hitching in his throat. Flashes of today's show flickered through his mind, Nick, standing there in his tank top, muscular arms much like his own, pumping away, strumming at his guitar, Kevin felt his stomach bubble. He pulled his hand away as a punishment, running his hands through his hair, his damn now curly hair sticking to his forehead in a mix of sweat and water. He started again; telling himself he was being stupid, get out of my head, Nick!He told himself. No use, more images fought their way to the front of Kevin's consciousness, protesting their repression, wishing it was Nick who was touching him, pleasing him. He shuddered as his orgasm hit him and he milked himself, every last drop. He quickly washed his hair and left feeling dirty and still slightly aroused.

This wasn't the first time he'd thought of Nick in this way, but he'd always pushed it to the back of his mind. It was wrong, really wrong.

Kevin dumped his clothes into the wash basket and replaced the towel around his middle with some slacks that he slept in.

"Night Kevin," he heard Nick's voice ring through the bunks. He turned to his younger brother's surprisingly sheepish face and gave him a hug goodnight. Their topless bodies mixed together, milky white and Kevin felt he had lingered there for longer than he should. He hopped into bed and pulled the curtain around him, shouting goodnights to the rest of his family.

The next morning Kevin awoke early and got showered and dressed before his brother's. He was in the kitchen making breakfast when Nick walked in, clad in only his boxers. Kevin gulped and shook the thoughts from his mind.

"You're up early?" Nick yawned

"So are you," Kevin smiled, "Go back to bed, sleepyhead," he flicked his brother's nose playfully while he yawned, "Don't forget to take your retainer out,"

Nick removed his retainer, stringing with spit and washed it under the tap, "Too awake to sleep now,"

Kevin munched on some toast while Nick poured himself a glass of water from the filter.

Suddenly Nick winced in pain, he put down the filter and seemed to shake the dizziness from his head, but the overpowering agony was still too much for him. Nick dropped the glass of water which shattered to the ground and passed out next to it.

Kevin turned immediately to panic mode and got down on his knees next to his brother.

"Nick! Nick!" he violently shook him but nothing could wake him, "oh man, oh man," Kevin repeated, "C'mon Nick!" he slapped his face a few times to try and get a rise out of him, but nothing, "MOM!" Kevin bellowed and Denise came rushing to Kevin with Frankie balanced on her hip.

"Oh my god, Kevin, what happened?" She asked, passing Frankie to her husband who was too shocked to speak.

"I don't know he just passed out," Kevin cried.

Muffled groans could be heard coming from Nick has he regained his consciousness.

"Nick?" Kevin asked, shaking his brother's shoulders.

"AGHHHH!" Nick cried out in absolute agony, clutching his stomach and doubling over in pain, finding some but little comfort in the foetal position.

"Call 911!" Denise shouted to Kevin Snr who immediately picked up his phone to call the emergency services.

"He's going to be alright isn't he?" Kevin asked his mother, his voice cracking. Denise looked back at him with fear rising in her eyes, she looked away unable to speak.

"I'm on hold," Kevin Snr cried, "Get him to the car, now!"

"I'll go wake up Joe," Denise cried and Kevin lifted Nick from the floor. Kevin Snr got a blanket and Kevin wrapped his little brother up in it like a baby and carried him out, with Nick's arms around his neck, into the car.

As soon as everyone had rushed themselves into the car, they sped off for the nearest emergency room.

Inside the car was complete mayhem. Nick was screaming his head off while sitting on Kevin's lap and Kevin was doing his best to try and calm him down. He was rocking his younger brother on his lap, rubbing his stomach but nothing seemed to work. Joe suggested lying Nick down across him, Kevin and Frankie with his head in Kevin's lap, but this proved uncomfortable for the three brothers as they were underneath Nick's writhing body.

Suddenly, Nick's body went limp and Kevin returned to shaking his brother's shoulders.

"Okay, Mom, Nick's passed out again," he tried to keep the calm in his voice but couldn't stop the pain from cracking through.

All the family laid their hands on Nick and prayed.

Kevin's eyes were filling with tears and spilling over onto Nick's beautiful porcelain face. He brushed the curls out of his brother's eyes and brushed his thumbs across his rosy cheeks. He tried to hold back the uncontrollable sobs but couldn't seem to. He felt Frankie's little chubby arms crawl around his waist in comfort. He put an arm around his littlest brother and kissed the top of his head.

They got to the hospital and Nick was rushed on an emergency bed to the diagnosis theatre.

"We'll call you when he's ready to been seen by family," The Nurse said, wheeling Nick away on a bed surrounded by porters.

"What?" Kevin exclaimed, "You can't just wheel him off like that,"

"I'm sorry, sir," she called behind her and left.

"No!" Kevin cried and bolted after his brother, "NICK!" he screamed but Joe was too fast, he pulled him to a hold and held back his writing brother.

"Let him go, Kev," Joe whispered, letting go of Kevin. He sunk to the floor, running his hands though his hair, left alone in the stained white hospital, awaiting the fate of his brother.