Chris was sitting on the edge of his bed staring at a blank piece of wall. A knock on the door made him look up, from the force he could tell it was his brother. "What do you want?" Chris asked loudly.

Without a word, Wyatt stepped into the room and pushed Chris back on the bed and climbed on top of him. "What are you doing?" asked Chris, looking up at his brother and seeing something in his eyes he had never seen before.

"Something I should have done a long time ago," said Wyatt, bending down and kissing Chris.

Chris stopped the kiss and said, "Wyatt, we can't, we're bro—" Wyatt silenced him by placing one finger on Chris' lips.

"Shh," Wyatt whispered, "Just for one night, pretend we're not, okay?" Chris nodded silently and Wyatt smiled. He brushed some of Chris' hair out of his eyes and kissed him again.

Chris ran his hands up and down Wyatt's back and chest, he knew they shouldn't be doing this, but it felt so right, their bodies fit perfectly together. Chris was completely lost in Wyatt for about ten minutes, until he felt Wyatt about to take his shirt off.

Chris stopped him by saying, "No Wyatt, I—"

Wyatt nodded and said, "I understand," he didn't sound disappointed. He laid down next to Chris and wrapped his arms around him. Chris snuggled up to Wyatt's chest, he sighed happily and fell asleep in his arms.