Cody turned about, stuffing his hand in the bag to pull the butt-plug's box out. He held it in his hand solemnly almost in a bewildered questioning state, before he glanced up at Zack. "Are we sure about this?"

"Oh hell yeah, Cody, you take that out of its box and drop your drawers now, I wanna see what it looks like."

Cody blushed again, but he obeyed, carefully pulling on the tape to open the box up, lifting the cardboard with delicate fingers. The plastic that kept the butt-plug from ratteling about was drawn out and placed gingerly on the side of the toilet seat by Cody, why was having some second thoughts here. He was embarressed, of course, but he didn't know how comfortable this would be all pushed inside him as he walked, but he had heard what Zack said, and wanted to obey his brother, so he set the butt-plug on the toilet beside the plastic and stood.

He pulled his pants down, glancing at Zack, who was staring at him with intense eyes, and breathing on him, inches away. Cody felt a bit light headed as he stood, his pants pooled around his ankles, looking at his brother. He whispered, "I don't have any lubricant, Zack, it's going to hurt."

"Spit on it buddy, come on, I wanna see it. You know what, hand it to me, I'll get it in. You bend over the toilet, lean against the wall. Be a good boy."

Cody handed the butt-plug over, his cheeks burning, and leaned forward, pushing his hips back so that Zack could look at his hole, could breathe on it, moaning as he kissed Cody back there.

Zack spat on the butt-plug, slicking it down with his hand before adding a second coat. The butt-plug was about four inches long, after the stem, and about four inches thick, and it would go into Cody smooth. Zack pushed his way between his brother's thighs, kissing the soft skin on his butt and thighs, breathing heavy and hard. He whispered, "It's going in Cody, ready?"

Before Cody could answer, Zack pushed it all the way, earning a little groan from Cody as it was kept in by his muscles, the flat back of it flush with Cody's cheeks. It was quite interesting to see, and Cody, still leaning forward, wasn't quite complaining, so Zack slapped him on the bum.

"That was anti-climactic; I was hoping you'd moan, or complain, or something. How does it feel?"

Cody straightened up so that he could turn, covering his erection with his hands, blushing fiercely, and he said, "I, um, I like it, Zack. It isn't as big as you, so I'll be able to walk."

Zack pulled on him, kissing his Cody messily, big wet sloppy kisses that made Cody giggle as he kissed back, wrapping himself around Zack so that they could hug one another. "I love you, little brother," Zack whispered. "Don't you ever forget that. No matter how weird the shit we do is, I love you so much. Come on, dress, and we can continue shopping." Zack fell to his knees to pull Cody's pants up and moved to the side, pulling on Cody to get him out of the stall, grabbing the bag and the cardboard and plastic from the butt-plug's box.

Cody had an amusing look on his face, one of indecision, as if he wasn't quite sure whether or not he enjoyed what he was feeling. He was walking a bit stiff as he crossed the bathroom, heading for the door, looking back to make sure that Zack was following him. He was, and they went back into the noise of the mall together. Zack tossed the cardboard and plastic into a bin and wrapped his arm over Cody's shoulders, dragging him off to a store so that they could shop some more, depleted savings notwithstanding.

Later on, in the suite, they kissed, sitting on the couch, Zack resting back against the cushions comfortably, pulling Cody against him, to make him be kissed. Cody sat on Zack's lap, the rubber inside of him slightly uncomfortable, but he accepted the feeling as Zack held him still, his eyes closed, steadying Cody for what they both knew was coming later. Or, what they thought was coming later.

Their mother, unfortunate in her early arrival, three hours early, for her show had been moved to a later date, was considering something wholly separate to what she was greeted with when she entered the suite.

She wasn't looking at the couch, despite the fact that it was very visible from the door, but, as the keycard scrapped in the lock, Zack tossed Cody aside, his heart suddenly pumping as adrenaline coursed through him, and their mother came in. She had been looking at the sink, wondering if her boys had cleaned or if she would have to make them, when her gaze caught their heavy breathing, flushed, guilty faces.

"And what did I enter to find? What are you boys doing?" She closed the door behind her.

Cody sputtered out a little hiccup, blushing even deeper than he had been, but Zack was quick to say, his face straight as he could make it. "We were wrestling."

"On my couch?"

Zack nodded, glancing at Cody sharply. "Cody was being annoying, I had him in a head lock, I didn't want to get yelled at and I thought I could get away with it. I guess I couldn't."

"You boys are old enough to know that you shouldn't wrestle, come on. I don't want any excuses as to why you were or why you weren't. Jesus, sometimes I feel like making your father take one of you. Zack, go to your room, Cody needs to help me with my wardrobe. I asked Maddie and she can't help. Go on Zack."

Her dangerous, flashing eyes told Zack that today wasn't an arguing day. His quarrel was best served elseware. He held his hands up as he stood, walking around the couch. As he got to their room, he heard his mother whisper something that he couldn't believe:

"I wish I had only one son sometimes. Cody's smart and he isn't chubby, a better boy all around. He doesn't get into things."

He looked back in astonishment, looking at his mother. A phone was held up to her ear, and Zack realized that she must have been talking into it before she entered the suite, he just hadn't noticed. She glared at him, and he went into his bedroom, closing the door extra quiet to make sure that it wouldn't make noise, feeling hurt my his mother's comment.

Who had she been talking too? Who was interested enough in her that they would listen to her trash talk her children? And had she said it loud enough to allow him to hear, on purpose? He hadn't seen Cody's reaction, but he heard his brother leave the suite with their mother, and so he sat dejectedly on his bed, thinking aimlessly.

Then the door opened, and there was Cody, looking ashamed of something. He shut the door, going quickly to Zack's bed and kissing his brother. "I have to get something, I can't stay, I'm only back to get it, but I can't believe that she said that about you. Please please don't take it to heart, and come down to see me, please."

Cody tried to pull away, but Zack sat up and grabbed him, making him come back down to be kissed more thoroughly. "Where will you be?" Zack said in reply.

"Where mom always is, Zack, come on, let me go."

"If I visit you," Zack grunted into the kiss, "you know I won't be able to stop myself. I will have you down there."

He let Cody go, and Cody blushed as he straightened his shirt, giving Zack a queer look. Cody went to gather whatever he had been deprived of, and as he was leaving, he said, "Why do you think I want you to visit me?"