Hazy shapes and colors filled the insides of Bro's head as he slowly opened his deep red eyes. The hand that he had been sleeping on reached up to rub his flushed and tired face, then pulling the fuzzy, bright red blanket back over it. He looked up, and the light glinted through the holes in the seams of the blanket, causing Bro to squint his eyes. He grunted with the frustration that anyone gets when they wake up. The hand started tingling, like needles pricking him in the hand, obviously from gaining feeling in the once numb fist. He felt twitching and wriggling on his chest, finding himself to look down at his younger brother, who was curled up into a tight ball. His pale flesh looked particularly pink when he rustled and looked up at Bro. A smile slowly but surely traveled across his porcelain face, eyes still glassy from just waking up. Dave gingerly made his way up his adopted brother's chest, nuzzling into Bro's neck. His brother's delicate breathing kept his mind at ease. There was probably never a time when he was happier. Bro lifted his now fully operational hand and rustled Dave's bleach blonde hair, kissing his forehead. He giggled in response to being kissed, and smooched Bro's lightly freckled nose in return.
"Good morning~" Dave yawned, stretching his arms and legs out, then relaxing again. He rubbed his eyes slowly with his shirtsleeve and sighed.
"Morning." Bro whispered, smiling and wrapping his arms around Dave's lower back, massaging his hips and sides lightly under his shirt. Dave squirmed and let out a light squeal.
"Bro! Hahah that tickles!"
Dave grabbed his hands and tried to pull them away, and pinned him against the arm of the sofa. He leaned his head in slowly and met his lips with Bro's. Pulling away, he smiled sweetly and blushed a light hue of crimson that completed his perfect complexion. Bro pushed his head forward, meeting their lips again, sustaining the contact that they had made. Dave gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him closer still. The heat mixed between them, their varying temperatures leveling out to be the same. Dave laced his fingers through Bro's light hair, massaging his scalp lightly. He moaned and murmured purely due to the fact that Bro was so good at it.
Bro sat up and wrapped his arms around Dave's small waist, reaching up his back to trace small circles on his shoulder blades. He wasn't particularly sure what he was doing, but he felt that Bro was trying to show affection, and he accepted it openly. Dave lowered his head, resting his forehead on Bro's. He got that feeling in the pit of his stomach; the one where you KNOW that you're in love with them. Dave slowly rose up, halfheartedly, and looked directly into Bro's eyes. His own were glassy still, and he thought it hinted at Bro that he wanted to back to sleep in a bed. An actual bed. His shirt was halfway falling off of his shoulder, mostly because Bro had bought all of his clothes and never knew his size. And obviously, he wasn't really good at estimating, either. Bro sat up, not entirely sure what Dave was trying to get through to him. But, luckily, his assumption was right. He sat up, exhaling heavily. He wasn't exactly ready to go upstairs, let alone get up. He got on his feet, following Dave, who was grasping his wrist a bit tightly. He guided Bro up to his bedroom, and lied down on the full size bed. No; more like plopped. He was truly exhausted. Bro tried to creep onto the bed with him, and pulled him lightly against his chest. He pulled a light blanket over them, and closed his eyes, slowly drifting into a nap.
There was a light buzzing sound, which slowly grew louder as the 15-year-old gained conscience. It became vaguely familiar to him, and it wasn't long before he recognized the tone. The fucking alarm clock. The thing was set for 11:00. Why in the hell was it set on a Sunday? He started to lift his arm to snooze it, but he stopped when he felt something wrapped around it. Bro had completely snuggled against his back in his sleep. It wasn't that he minded, because, well, he didn't. He actually enjoyed having his warmth against his cold skin. It was a bit abnormal for him to be warm. He was always relatively cold. Not that he was going to tell Bro now, but he was a bit cold. A faint shiver waved through his body, sending the wave into Bro's chest. He shifted a bit, and almost instinctively, shimmied out of his shirt. He tossed it to the foot of the bed, lying back down to curl his arms around Dave's small waist. Dave could feel his light breathing ghost against the back of his neck, and it sent a tingling down his spine.
He couldn't really fall asleep after that. He wasn't sure why, though. He was so fucking tired. Maybe it was the fact that Bro was shirtless? The thought lingered in his mind for a while. But not for long. It kind of drifted to other things. Like school, and music. And John. Oh fuck. What was he going to tell him? He couldn't just say 'Hey, bro. I'm dating my adopted brother now. But it's not weird. More normal than dating you. Sorry I'm not a homo for you. Bye, man.' He felt horrible. It just- he didn't know what to do. He traced circles on the wrinkled sheets subconsciously. He cared about John. He really did. But, het cared about him like a brother; not a boyfriend. It was a little awkward just thinking about it. Thinking about what he would say, and how he would get the message to him without offending and/or hurting him; and fucking Christ that was the last thing he wanted to think about. He swueezed his eyes shut, trying to forget about it.