A/N: Here's drabble number two that I wrote today. I'm actually very proud of this one. I love it to death. :D
Drabble Number Four Rating: T (For Reese being Reese)
Gay For My Brother
"So you're gay for me, huh?"
Malcolm froze in the doorway to his room. He stared, mouth agape, at his brother. Reese sat on his bed reading a magazine, not even looking at him.
"W-What?"
Reese looked up at him.
"You're gay for me." When Malcolm didn't respond, he rolled his eyes. "You want me? You'd like to stick me one? Up the ol' bung hole?"
Malcolm stared at him in complete and utter horror. He quickly spun around and slammed the door shut behind him.
"What the HELL are you talking about??"
Reese sighed and closed his magazine.
"Y'know, for a smart guy you're pretty stupid. And I'm not as stupid as I look."
Malcolm scowled at him and sat down on his bed, facing away.
"You don't know anything, Reese."
Reese hopped off his bed and jumped up onto Malcolm's, landing on his feet and bending down to sit on his knees.
"Come on," he said, "admit it!"
"There's nothing to admit!"
Reese's face fell and he turned around to sit back against the headboard. He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.
"It's not like I'd beat you up or anything," he said, staring at the wall. "I just wanna know."
Malcolm's shoulders fell, and he turned to sit against the backboard as well.
"But you said you'd already figured it out—if you know, why do I need to say it?"
Reese shrugged.
"I dunno. I just wanna hear it."
Malcolm stared at the same spot on the wall that Reese was, and thought for a moment. Then he sighed and slumped over a little.
"You promise you won't hit me?"
"Yeah."
"Okay then."
He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"I'm gay for you, Reese. I have been for a while now."
Reese turned to him, a giant grin on his face.
"Cool."
Slowly, oh so very slowly, Malcolm turned to face him. He opened his eyes and cocked a brow at him.
"You think it's cool?"
Reese's grin disappeared immediately and he turned back to the wall. He shrugged.
"Yeah. Just 'cause, you know, I figured it out."
"Oh."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, Malcolm turning to stare at the wall as well. He started to feel a little awkward sitting there next to his brother, not but a foot away, having just spilled his darkest secret, and still hoping—just slightly—that something could come from it. Some strange feeling was just beginning to creep up the skin of his arms when Reese spoke into the silence.
"So what're you going to do?"
Malcolm shivered a little.
"What do you mean?"
Reese shrugged, yet again.
"Well, it's just that it's gotta hurt, y'know?"
"Yeah, kinda."
"So then what're ya gonna do?"
"I dunno."
Reese didn't say anything immediately after, so it seemed like they might fall back into silence again. Not wanting to feel the same awkwardness as before, Malcolm started to get up to leave.
"We could fool around or something... if you want," Reese said, right as Malcolm was standing up.
"What?"
"I mean, it'd be a waste, wouldn't it? To just ignore it?"
Malcolm turned around and stared at him, dumbfounded again.
"You're fine with this?"
Reese looked up at him.
"Yeah?" he said.
Malcolm glanced at the doors to make sure they were shut, then fell to his knees onto the bed.
"So then...?"
Reese grinned again, and reached out to pull him forward.
A/N: Possible sequel to Drabble Two? (FML) Maybe. Maybe not. Up to you. This takes place, probably, somewhere in season three, but NOT before. I've promised myself that I won't write this pairing for any time before season three. Seasons one and two simply don't have enough character development for it. And I think they're too young. But that's just me. XD
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