A seriously short chapter that I've been waiting to write from the start! Haha, Alvin's really gotta tackle what his sexuality is :)

The answer to some pretty suspicious stuff going on...

lol, Enjoy!

Simon held his glasses firmly in one hand, the other holding a towel around his waist. Cool water dripped from his hair and onto his flushed face. He felt so... different.

His breathing was much too controlled and he could hardly focus on much, but what he'd just done, to his brother, was set like concrete in his memory.

When the door opened, Simon quickly shoved his glasses back on and hid behind the closet door, pretending to have been choosing an outfit. His eyes were wide as he listened to where Alvin was, feeling a little vulnerable to him.

Alvin walked over to Simon and stood next to him, his own towel wrapped around him like a dress. He was focused on picking an outfit, though, so Simon didn't worry about the mention of events.

Alvin turned when he'd picked one and quickly scanned Simon, as though checking something, then walked away.

'A-Alvin?' Simon called, catching his older brother's attention.

It was a strange and awkward moment that passed when the two locked eyes; pale, sparkling sapphire-blue eyes and stormy grey ones. Both held the tentative ways of saying "um...".

'Yeah?' The slightly shorter answered.

Simon kept his gaze. 'I-I'm sorry.'

Alvin frowned, now. 'For what?' He mused.

'For not... not telling you...' Simon began slowly, 'we... we were meant... meant to do this, Alvin.'

'What?' Alvin asked, even more confused.

'A-at six years old... we...' Simon couldn't bring himself to say it. Alvin had this look in his eyes that was too inquisitive, as though he was expecting more bad news. Simon shook his head. 'Never... never mind.' He decided quickly. He picked an outfit and moved out of the room to get dressed, shaking his head at the attempt.

Alvin wanted to interrogate him. And he would, but first he got dressed.

He picked out his more complicated outfit: a red T-shirt (with his signature yellow "A") over a long-sleeved yellow shirt, just peeking out at the bottom of the red, so as not to clash with the red track-pants, a monogrammed "A" was on the side of them, too.

Fixing up his hair to just that right messy look, he put his signature cap on and walked out of the room.

Simon was in the kitchen, putting together lunch. Alvin smiled at that display of kindness, but he definitely was not going to back down because of lunch.

'Hey,' he said slyly. Simon spared him a glance.

'What do you want, Alvin?'

Alvin tutted. 'Well, thanks, first of all, for making lunch,' he began, walking around and leaning on the counter, 'and I demand you tell me what you were about to upstairs.'

Simon turned, scowled at Alvin and thrust his plate to him.

'Well, "first of all", you're welcome,' Simon replied almost sarcastically, manoeuvring to sit down, 'and second; I don't want, or need, to tell you, just yet.' It was a lie. Simon should be telling Alvin, but he would not respond to a demanding request.

Alvin exhaled in annoyance. 'But you were gonna!' He protested. Simon rolled his eyes.

'That was then. Now it's not such a good idea.' Simon defiantly held Alvin's gaze.

Alvin sat beside Simon and folded his arms. 'You were going to tell me,' Alvin repeated, getting some form of an idea of making Simon spill, 'when we were upstairs, in our bedroom, after you'd –'

'Stop it, Alvin,' Simon halted quickly.

Alvin smirked, knowing it was working: make Simon feel as awkward as possible. Did this count as blackmail? 'After you and I stripped down,' he continued as though a casual conversation, 'and got in the shower, completely naked –'

'Alvin –!'

'– water dripping down everywhere, sizzling hot –'

'Alvin, stop –'

'– you putting your hands all over me –'

'That was not –'

'– and you made me rise, oh, and you were just as turned on as me, Si, I could feel it –'

'Alvin, seriously –'

'– almost had an orgasm when you said what you did –'

Simon stood. 'Alvin, stop it, that's enough.' He declared. Alvin stood as well, less impressively, as he was slightly shorter, but his smirk hadn't wavered.

'Come on, Si, tell me, I won't do anything rash,' he smirked as Simon looked like he was considering it. 'Give it to me, Si, I know you want –'

'My gosh, Alvin! Fine! We're bonded for life! Bound!' Simon shouted, 'Are you happy?'

I don't want to ruin the mood of suspense, here... so... next chapter's up soon...

Thanks!