Authors note: So here is another update! And... you all might just kill me because the lemons are literally right there, and do I give them to you? Nope, ^_^ why? Because I'm an asshole and also it's plot-relevant. There will be lemons later on! I promise! For now, enjoy my cockblocking ;P oh and review won't you? I want your thoughts about our sweet innocent boy! Toodles~
Chapter Seven
It happened so abruptly; as if realisation suddenly forced its way into the navy-haired boy's brain with so much power, he nearly toppled off the sofa, pulling a slightly drunken brunet with him.
He shouldn't be doing this. Nate was his best friend, and vulnerable right now. He wasn't thinking straight, and as the responsible one here Hugh made the conscious decision to stop things from getting out of hand.
"Nate... stop it, please." Weakly hazel eyes opened and witnessed the figure of the other male pulling away as far as possible, countenance expressing concern. The drunken brunet swirled with too many emotions and feelings. Just what was going on?
Hugh gently held Nate's arms, pulling them away from his body, crimson eyes shimmering in recognition. Well, Rosa did ask him to play pretend only he wasn't truly aware of her brother's sexual preferences. It seemed the Meowth was out of the bag now, and both boys knew it.
"H-Hugh..." He uttered weakly, eyes becoming wet with fresh tears that rolled down his face. "I-I'm sorry..." His friend merely smiled, using his strength to manoeuvre the younger male back onto the sofa as not to fall precariously. Thankfully it seemed that Nate's irrational actions had died down now, which meant they could converse about what just happened.
"It's okay but, why? I mean... we have been friends for years Nate, and never once have you felt the need to kiss me." The navy-haired male chuckled a little. The brunet's cheeks burned in embarrassment as he wiped his face.
How could he have been so stupid and careless? Thank goodness it was Hugh and not some random guy. Also, why did he do that in the first place? Was it merely due to the fact he had deep hidden desires for his stepbrother?
"I-I... don't know..." Nate mumbled, eyes looking down at the carpet, too nervous about maintaining eye contact. Hugh sighed.
"...I think the alcohol has a lot to do with it, but... they say a drunken mind speaks sober thoughts." Was that true? Did he merely only kiss Hugh because of the alcohol swimming in his mind or was there more to it? There couldn't have been. Nate was pretty sure he didn't find Hugh attractive in that way. Then again, right now, he wasn't sure about anything anymore.
"Y-you don't h-hate me, do you?" Nate asked, finally meeting the navy-haired boy's gaze, still feeling extremely drunk. Hugh smiled warmly, completely unaffected by what had just happened.
"Why would I hate you? Nate, you're my best friend... I just wanna know, that's all. If you're confused about your sexuality or anything then talk to me. It's what I am here for." Without thinking, the brunet wrapped his arms around Hugh's waist and snuggled into the boy. He felt warm and comforting, which was desperately needed right now. Hugh didn't back away or fight him off, he merely wrapped an arm around the clearly confused figure of his friend.
"Hugh... I really don't know..." He answered honestly, burying his face into his friend's signature jacket. "...I w-wish I could make sense of it all..." His head pounded, pulsating pain throughout his vessel. Damn alcohol, ruining everything. The film now forgot about; played in the background offering comforting ambience.
"We are like fifteen, Nate... this is the time of our lives where we will be confused. It's perfectly normal to explore things like that." Was it really how Hugh said? Was that all it was between him and Touya? Just exploring his sexuality? He couldn't deny his deep attraction and lust for his stepbrother, but was this a new thing or had it been rooted for some time?
"... I'm still sorry... for lunging at you."
"All forgiven, don't worry." Playfully Hugh fluffed up Nate's unruly hair, causing the boy to smile drunkenly against his chest. Thankfully he had a friend who was somewhat forgiving and wouldn't hold this against him, but no matter what he couldn't tell Touya about his slip up. He doubted that the older brunet would be too impressed with his actions.
"You've gotten yourself into such a state though... I'm worried about you getting home." Hugh stated, concerned. Nate sighed deeply, hating the fact he continued to cause problems for people. His body still felt as if it were made of jelly and would fall to the ground if he even attempted to use his legs.
"Can I stay here? With you?" He purred softly, not wanting to let his best friend go. Hugh sighed, and deep within he started to feel torn. The responsible side of his brain told him that at least if Nate were here, then he was safe and would be able to sober up. If he just let him go home in this state surely his family would be going mental, his stepbrother included.
Hugh's brow furrowed as his mind lingered on that notion. Rosa had come to him, clearly worried about his stepbrother's intentions. With Nate being so drunk, he would be vulnerable. Was it really the only option he had? Did Nate have to stay just so he could protect him?
"Okay... you can stay a bit longer, just until you sober up." The messy-haired brunet grinned happily, snuggling into his best friend, feeling his warmth shroud him like a soft blanket. Right now, rational thinking wasn't reaching the deepest crevices of his brain, and Nate was just happy that he could be close to his friend without making things weird.
"...I wanna stay here tonight..." He mumbled drunkenly, moving slightly, so his head was in the crimson-eyed boy's lap, and he was looking directly up at his face. It was as if he were behaving like a Growlithe that wanted to be petted.
Hugh sighed, placing a hand to his forehead. Just what was he supposed to do here? He doubted that Nate would actually behave, and sober up quickly.
"You can't stay overnight, Nate." He scolded, watching as the messy-haired brunet's lips formed into a pout.
"Why not? I used to when we were kids."
"Yes, but you didn't try it on with me when we were kids." He cringed, realising his mistake. It sounded like he was actually irritated with Nate's outburst when in actual fact that wasn't the case. It was just weird, and he couldn't understand the sudden change in behaviour. Yes okay, they were at a weird age, but surely it couldn't have been just down to that?
Nate shuffled back into a sitting position, beside his friend, feeling blood rush to his head. He felt so unsteady and wobbly, and yet inside his body burned with heat, and it pulsated throughout his veins. If only his stepbrother were here, undoubtedly he would've helped with that.
"...y-yeah... "He mumbled, as Hugh's hands reached out to steady his body once again. He was out of his depth here, and he knew it.
"...and besides I don't have a spare bed for you to sleep in."
"I can just sleep with you." Hugh's cheeks flushed immediately as Nate said those words without a care in the world. Was it really that simple for him? Did he not realise the implications?
"Nate, you can't just decide to share a bed with someone, regardless of if they are your friend or not." The brunet shrugged.
"Why not? Touya and I share a bed." And there it was. The real reason behind the weird behaviour. The mechanism of the crimson-eyed male's mind started to kick into gear as he finally realised that it must have been linked to his stepbrother.
Nate now foolishly thought that it was an okay practice to do, and didn't seem to see the error behind his actions.
No wonder Rosa was worried.
"That's weird... you're brothers", Hugh stated, pulling Nate to face him sternly. "You do know that isn't normal behaviour, right?" The brunet glanced away, eyes shimmering in emotion.
So Hugh didn't understand, it was clear.
No one would understand.
A part of him just wanted to confess his deep attraction to his step-sibling, but what would happen then? Would he be whisked away somewhere far away from Touya?
That was the last thing he wanted.
"I-I... only have one bed right now..." He struggled to make it sound less creepy, even if it was technically the truth. Originally the plan was that Touya would sleep on the sofa until they could acquire another bed, but that didn't happen. Now sharing a bed was the new normal thing.
"Nate... he hasn't... hurt you, has he?" Hugh couldn't believe he was actually asking this question. If Rosa had a reason to be concerned, then maybe he did too. This Touya guy was new on the scene, and within weeks Nate's persona had drastically altered. It was as if he were utterly captivated by him. The brunet shook his head.
"N-no... never."
"Good because if he EVER hurts you I will kill him, you understand?" Possessively Hugh's arms pulled the smaller boy into a hug. There was no way he would let this creep hurt his best friend. He would literally risk his life for him and would do anything to make sure he didn't fall victim to his foul clutches.
"I-I know..." Nate muttered, feeling warm as Hugh held him close. As hazel eyes flickered shut, he inhaled deeply, enjoying the intoxicating aroma of vanilla that entered his nose, and the dizzy feeling of the alcohol in his brain. He noticed just how strong Hugh's arms were, and made a mental note that his friend clearly had been keeping in shape somehow.
"Never ever feel pressurised to do anything you aren't comfortable with, okay?" Once again, the smaller boy nodded, feeling his heart beat faster in his chest as he remained confined in strong arms.
For an odd reason, Hugh found it impossible to let him go. A part of him was scared, terrified in fact that Touya would somehow hurt him. Nate was very trusting and naïve, it would only be a matter of time.
"H-Hugh..." The brunet uttered weakly as his breath tickled the crimson-eyed boy's neck and within a matter of seconds, his lips pressed into warm skin, sending a shiver down Hugh's spine.
What was Nate doing?
Kissing his neck?
A fleeting thought passed his mind to stop the smaller boy, but as his mouth continued to gently suckle on his skin, he couldn't physically stop him.
As crimson eyes flickered closed, he just allowed himself to feel for once. Some remnants of the alcohol still lingered in his brain, just enough to delay any reactions, any form of resistance.
"N-Nate... what are you doing?" He managed to utter weakly, feeling his heart start to beat faster as the younger boy's mouth and tongue trailed down his neck teasingly, enjoying the subtle shivers that tingled along his skin. The brunet just focused on feeling and the emotions that swirled deep inside. Yes, he knew this was his best friend and yet he couldn't stop himself.
Hugh groaned as he felt Nate suckle hard on his skin, his intention to clearly leave a mark. The crimson-eyed male had never had this happen before, not even with girls.
The only girl who had ever kissed him had actually been Rosa when they had all been playing truth or dare. She had been his first kiss, and he hated that. All for some stupid game. But right now, Nate was willingly kissing his neck, and he was enjoying it!
"N-Nate... please... stop..." His resolve was slipping. It felt sinfully good, and he could feel excitement rush throughout his veins, and blood to rush south. He needed to stop this somehow before it got out of hand. The last thing he wanted was to fuck his best friend on the couch because his desire had peaked.
He didn't want to hurt Nate, he wanted to protect him.
Finally, he managed to pull the boy off him, looking at his flushed face and lust-driven eyes. Nate smirked, saliva glistening on his bottom lip. Crimson eyes noticed, and Hugh swallowed hard. Just what the hell was going on? He couldn't just let this happen.
He had to be responsible.
"You enjoyed it." The brunet said freely, placing a finger to his mouth to wipe off the remaining saliva. "I heard you..."
"That is not the point!" Hugh blushed, and looked away. "I am your friend! You can't do things like that!"
"If you like it, then what is the problem?" It seemed that it just wasn't registering to the brunet which caused the older male to sigh. Yes, he did enjoy it, but in the end, if it continued it would become a huge horrible emotional mess, oh and his sister would murder him. Hugh was supposed to help the situation, not make it ten times worse.
"I think you need to go." Just like that the taller figure of his best friend stood up, and pulled the brunet to his feet. Nate was still incredibly unstable but after a few moments seemed to be able to stay upright without assistance. "I'm sorry... but this is just too much for me right now."
"Y-yeah..." The brunet uttered weakly, as he was ushered towards the front door, almost desperately. Alcohol still infiltrated his brain, and a new feeling started to consume him.
Sorrow.
Sadness.
Had he ruined everything?
Just like that he felt tears begin to form, and fall freely down his cheeks as he stood in the doorway. Hugh's face softened as he realised his best friend was actually crying.
"Nate... don't cry..."
"I've just made this worse, haven't I?" He whined, placing a hand to his forehead. "... I'm so sorry..."
"No you haven't Nate, I just think you need some time to cool off and sober up. If you still feel this... strongly when you're sober, then we can talk about it." Sparkling hazel eyes melted into crimson and the boy nodded.
Hugh felt like he was the biggest asshole ever for literally throwing out his friend, but he had no other choice right now. The brunet didn't have an off switch, and the last thing he wanted was to take advantage of him while he was vulnerable.
"I'll call you tomorrow to check on you." He assured him, as he opened the front door. "I'm sorry, Nate..."
"Y-yeah... okay." The smaller brunet managed to leave the house relatively easy without help, but once the fresh air hit him, he could feel the alcohol consume his body once more. Everything seemed to be shaky, and his legs felt like they would inevitably collapse if he even tried to walk home.
As Hugh quickly closed the front door and pressed his back against it, his eyes looked upwards at the ceiling, heart hammering deep inside his chest. Just what the hell had happened? Nate had kissed him and then had even marked his neck! Raising a hand to the bruise, Hugh gently pressed against the skin, feeling just how sensitive it had become.
All because of alcohol.
He had been so stupid, and now his brain kept flashing with thoughts of his best friend, in a way he had never seen before.
As his jaw clenched the older male decided that tomorrow once all the alcohol was gone, he would call Nate, and find out if the boy remembered anything at all. There was no point in deciding anything at this point, he needed to be certain, or someone was going to get hurt.
XxXx
Rosa suddenly jumped up from her seat as she spun around to face her bedroom door. An imposing figure stood there, arms folded and a steely gaze that could freeze anyone solid. For a moment, she wondered why Touya was even in her room, and why did he look like he wanted to murder someone?
"Everything okay...?" She asked gently, placing one of her study books down flat on the desk.
"Have you seen Nate today?"
"Only this morning, but not seen him all day. I've been at the Pokemon Trainer's School." Touya clicked his tongue in annoyance as he leaned against the door frame, clearly irritated. Was he angry at her twin brother for some reason?
"Is it urgent?" She pursued, noticing how sienna eyes glared into her very soul.
"Like I would tell you."
"Well, you're in my room asking if I've seen my bro, so yeah... I'd say you would." She challenged playfully, smirking. He groaned, looking away. He had seen Nate going into Hugh's house, and now it was getting late, and he still wasn't home. Just what the hell was going on? Was that best friend of his trying to lure him away or something?
"I'm just... concerned. It's getting late, and he still isn't home." Touya admitted, keeping the truth well and truly hidden. Rosa didn't seem to share his sentiment, in fact, she seemed completely unaffected.
"He's at Hugh's today, so he will be fine. They are probably just having a well-deserved catch-up." His jaw tensed and immediately the girl noticed. Touya was jealous, it was so obvious. She couldn't help but grin in acknowledgement. "... wait a minute... you're jealous!"
"Oh please... why would I be jealous of Nate being with his friend?" The brunet spat in disdain, eyes hard and unforgiving.
"Because he actually has friends, and you don't?" Okay, she never meant to be so sharp-tongued, and clearly, it had hurt him because Touya's face looked as if he would downright murder her for her insubordination.
Well, if the shoe fits.
"...and I see you being swamped with invitations to go out with all your many friends, Rosa." He shot back coyly, arms still folded. "I didn't realise how popular you actually were, I apologise." Her brow furrowed as her eyes flared at him. Words couldn't even describe her hatred towards him. Ever since they had arrived, the dynamic at home had altered, and she didn't like it one bit.
"You think you're big and clever, but I see right through you, Touya."
"Oh, you do? Wow, so you're not only super popular but also brainy as well? Jeez your talents, do they ever stop?" The sarcasm hung thick in the air, and it took all of her strength to not seriously punch his pretty-boy face in, but she composed herself. Nate would hate her if she did that, so for now, she had to bite her tongue.
"Anyway, I'd go and busy yourself. Nate will probably be a while. He and Hugh are REALLY close, so I doubt he will be home anytime soon." She had said those words on purpose, merely to get a reaction from the older male. Touya was trying his utmost to conceal any contempt from his countenance, but just the idea of another guy trying to steal his prize away was making his blood boil.
"You really okay with that? So, it doesn't bother you that someone could be taking advantage of your innocent twin brother?" She grinned brightly, looking directly at her step sibling.
"Yeah, I am perfectly fine with it, so long as it isn't you."
That was the last straw.
He couldn't contain his anger anymore. Without hesitation, he left her bedroom, slamming the door shut on his way out. Rosa felt proud of herself. She had managed to get under his skin and rattle him, and hopefully, her little arrangement involving Hugh would mean it would be impossible for Touya to get his hands on her brother. Everything seemed to be going according to plan.
XxXx
The older brunet sat underneath the window, gazing out at all the flickering lights in the night sky. It was now around 11:00 pm, and Nate still wasn't home. Was the boy planning on sleeping over or something?
Touya's jaw tensed in anger as he tried his best to dispel that idea. No way, he couldn't let that happen. Just the mere thought of someone else ravaging the brunet before he could literally made his blood boil.
They were so close to making the plan work, to get the family back, and for everything to go back to how it used to be. A best friend complicated that plan and needed to be eradicated somehow.
Maybe he needed to step it up in the intimacy department with the younger brunet? Perhaps if he realised just what it was that he could offer then the boy wouldn't stray.
He sighed heavily as he combed fingers through messy brunet locks. Why was Nate affecting his psyche to this degree? It was just a means to an end, and yet here he was staying up, waiting for the boy to come home.
His stomach felt unsettled; like he was actually feeling worried about him. Yeah, Nate was spending the day with his friend, but it didn't seem likely he would just stay over without letting anyone know.
Nothing added up.
Then he heard it. The front door unlocked, open and close. Did that mean he was finally home? He turned to face the door, almost hopeful as he heard laboured footsteps trudging up the stairs. They seemed to go on forever like whoever they belonged to was struggling to walk for some reason.
Moving away from the windowsill, Touya quickly turned on the table lamp, illuminating the room in a soft glow as the footsteps echoed closer to the bedroom door.
Suddenly the door flung open and in wobbled a very unstable messy-haired brunet, who almost went crashing to the floor. He managed to close the door in the process, pressing his back against the frame to steady himself somewhat. Touya rushed to his side within seconds, wrapping strong arms around him and easing him onto the bed.
"Whoa there buddy..." He soothed, pulling the younger boy close as he realised that Nate had been visibly upset and seemed to be more vulnerable than usual. Just what had happened back at his best friends house? Then he inhaled deeply, and the scent of alcohol stung his nose.
Oh no, had Nate been drinking?
"T-Touya..." The boy uttered weakly, fingers gripping onto his jacket tightly, as the room started to spin. At least he managed to make it home in one piece. Yeah, he had thrown up a few times on the way, but at least he was back safe and sound.
"Hey it's okay... relax." He soothed, combing his fingers through the younger boys hair, as he clung to him like a lifeline.
Nate's whole body trembled against him as some sort of recollection started to form in his brain cells. Finally, he was back in the arms he truly desired. Touya was here and when he inhaled the subtle scent of sandalwood and soap, it genuinely gave him much-needed comfort.
"S-sorry... bit drunk..." He slurred.
"It's okay, don't worry. You're safe now." Gently Touya pressed his lips against the brunets forehead, feeling just how warm he was. This simple action paused Nate to moan softly, and instantly sienna eyes widened. Just what was going on? He hadn't even done anything.
Then the youngster's fingers clawed desperately down Touya's jacket as if he wanted the boy to remove it to get closer to him.
"Nate... whoa, what's got into you?" Hazel eyes blinked up and melted into sienna, sending his world into a spin. Maybe it was partly the alcohol controlling him, but the lustful feeling that swarmed his body definitely wasn't. Seeing Touya again and being this intoxicated was making it even more challenging to resist.
"I want you..." He murmured weakly, jolting upwards to press his lips against Touya's. The older brunet didn't fight it, and just let the clearly drunk boy take control for once. He was urgent, needy, to the point of desperation, and this made him feel excitement to a new level. So, even when Nate was drunk, he still felt this way, if not stronger.
This made this so much more fun.
"Oh, really?" He cooed, smirking, watching bemused as the messy-haired brunet pulled at the zipper on his jacket, trying his hardest to get it off. He decided to let him have his way and helped Nate in his advances.
Soon enough, the jacket was carelessly discarded onto the floor, and the younger boy was now on top of his step-sibling, grinding into his pelvis and kissing the skin on his neck.
Sienna eyes shot open as electric surges of pleasure shot down his spine every time Nate grind his hips against him, and whenever he could feel his teeth gaze against the sensitive skin on his neck.
Jeez, this kid was horny and was totally asking for it.
"Sheesh... you really want this, huh?" Touya spoke aloud, sinfully enjoying every action the younger boy made. He groaned softly, nodding against his neck as desperately he pulled off his own jacket, throwing it on the floor with the other.
"If you take off your clothes then I can pleasure you more~" He teased, and just like that the younger brunet moved off his neck, and started to make haste in removing his garments.
Touya couldn't help but watch as first he took off his shirt, and then his bottoms, leaving only soft white cotton boxers concealing his delight from view. The older boy bit his bottom lip, gazing lustfully at the slim figure of his stepbrother.
Wow, this really would be easy.
"Now, you..." Nate pursued, sitting up to tug at the hem of Touya's white t-shirt. He resigned himself to the fact that it was inevitable that the younger male just wanted him naked again. So he complied with the request, casually tossing the material onto the floor and went to work on his grey jogging bottoms. With a swift motion, they too joined the pile of clothes on the floor.
"You're such a naughty little thing~" Touya teased, sitting upright, watching curiously. Nate's face was flushed, most likely due to the alcohol or perhaps it was due to sheer wanton lust. He wasn't sure, but something was odd.
When he felt the younger boy wrap his arms around his neck and capture his lips greedily, deep within his heart, for the first time ever, he felt unsure. It was almost as if whatever conscience he had buried inside was starting to filter through somehow.
It was so obvious his stepbrother wanted him. The way he moaned against his lips, the way his hands explored every inch of his naked torso.
All of it.
And yet, for an odd reason, Touya felt himself actually pulling away, resisting. Hazel eyes opened weakly as he realised that Touya had moved away a little.
"Touya...?" He glanced away, feeling confused about why his own heart and body were betraying him in this way. Literally, the prize was right in front of him, practically begging, but he just couldn't bring himself to defile the boy.
"For some odd reason... I just can't do it..." He murmured softly, sienna eyes shimmering in emotion. "...and I don't know why." Nate's whole countenance became crestfallen as he thought back to how Hugh reacted.
It was precisely the same.
Was it the fact that Touya was mad at him, or perhaps he had read the signs wrong?
Did his stepbrother not actually like him that way?
"Do you... not find me attractive anymore?" He almost whispered painfully, which caused the older brunet to place his hands gently on his face, admiring Nate's freckle-blemished skin.
"That is NOT the issue here. Fuck... I find you so attractive and would love nothing more than to screw your brains out. But for some reason... I just can't." As their eyes melted into each other Touya, felt his heart pound faster inside his chest, and something that could only be described as panic consumed him.
This should have been a quick and easy victory. Destroy and conquer, the plan was all set in stone.
So why was his very resolve slipping when he looked at the younger boy?
Was it just like his sister had mentioned before?
What if he was too involved already, and now he was starting to drown?
