It'd been that weekend after the incident. Saturday morning, he awoke with immediate tension at the knowledge that today marked his first lonely weekend spent alone with Gregory since he'd seen the boy in all his orgasmic glory. All the weekends prior, he'd spent at his bandmate's house - giving his best attempt at never finding himself alone with the source of all his anxiety and frustration. He was far too paranoid to risk a weekend with Gregory under the same roof. Now, he had no choice. He was due for trial in two weeks and he was on house arrest till then.
Today, his mother left for a conference out of town and decided to visit her sister on the way. It was funny, because their father decided he'd visit his dad. "So, they need time alone, huh? I can already hear the attorneys knocking on our door." Rodrick thought to himself, bemusement plain in his eyes as he stood at the door and watched them drive off in separate cars.
His mother was reluctant, but she'd already planned this business trip with her boss. There was no compromise, she couldn't change the schedule. It was made.
His father, on the other hand, simply offered an apologetic goodbye towards Greg and left with an awkward nod. He'd already briefed Rodrick on the matter of taking care of Manny. Though, their parents still hired a friend to come by and check on Manny, and she'd only come by twice a day. Only that.
2 hours into the morning and Greg so far made it clear who the real loner in this family was. Their only exchange being "Move" and "Fine". This happened when Rodrick stood impatiently at the fridge door, while Greg picked a yogurt from inside. Instead of letting Greg step around him, the eldest put a hand to his now 5'5 little brother's chest; pushing him back with the tip of his fingers, then pointed a finger in front of Greg's face. "You 'borrowed' the van, didn't you? Think I wouldn't notice, twerp?" "Dude, chill. I never took your cruddy van." "Hey," Rodrick retaliated, slapping the side of Greg's head with a twack. "it's better than anything you'll ever get." He harshly commented, pushing Greg aside so to bend over and grab the cold bowl of noodles. But Greg hadn't left. Usually, these encounters would end with Greg finding a way out, avoiding confrontation. He'd grown out of looking up at Rodrick, but rather looked down on him on days like this.
What's different, though, is Greg acting on it.
Standing with the bowl in his hand, Rodrick turned to his sibling in confusion. "What?"
"Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Well, that was unexpected. Greg's pale skin set the morning mood, all the while scorching through Rodrick's eyes like the Sun. Everything was intense with him, Greg made everything out to be the end of the world...That much never changed. "Whoa, what's with the attitude, Little Miss Sunshine?" They'd watched the movie recently - really recently, actually. The day Greg turned 14. "You know exactly what," Greg snarled, stepping up to Rodrick and went so far as to smack the bowl of noodles out of Rodrick's hands. He'd later thank God that the bowl was plastic, otherwise they'd be at the mercy of their mother's wrath when she'd find shattered glass in their trash can.
Rodrick had no control over his actions. Like their mother, rage was inherant.
"You have got-" He countered, shoving Greg against the counter and bending him over it with one arm pinned to his back, Rodrick leaning over him in a head-lock. This reminded him of their days as children; wrestling in the living room as if they'd get away with it. "You have got to be kidding me. That was not only the first time you did that, but the last time, got it?" Leaning into his little brother's flaming ear, Greg's chest pressed so firmly against the surface that he could hardly breathe. Rodrick could tell because his little brother's mouth was gaping like a fish out of water. "I don't know who fucked you up the ass to make you so anal lately, but I suggest you get over it before you get a real pounding."
"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Gregory practically wheezed, and this set the flame to Rodrick's torch. Finally, he let him go and watched as Greg writhed, gasping for air. Still, he positioned himself over Gregory's back, hardness pressing against his brother - something he was so aware of that he couldn't look away. "What was that?" His little brother didn't need to see his face right now; wide-eyed with some kind of sadistic mirth, nostrils flaring as he breathed heavy, exhaling through his parted, wet lips. His eyes scanned from neck to bent torso, ass stuck between the edge of the counter and Rodrick's lap. "Get off me, you perve!" And that's how Gregory chose to respond helplessly, but Rodrick knew it was only because Greg couldn't come up with anything else to say. He immediately stood, leaning back against the counter, far from Rodrick as he took a towel and tossed it at his brother's side. "Clean this shit up. You're at fault here, anyway."
With that, the conversation was over; Rodrick up and left, but couldn't take his keys and leave. So, he settled for the attic; where he looked up some porn with his "work-computer" and jerked off to the comfort that wasn't the only person in the world lusting over their younger sibling.
Unfortunately for Rodrick, his tolerance for going without food couldn't extent to more than 4 hours. At 2PM, he gave in and marched down the stairs to grab a bite to eat from the kitchen. Gregory wasn't there, but Rodrick saw him instead in the den; playing video games, but the eldest could only see his tuft of hair and the television screen in action. Rodrick appreciated the cleanliness left in the kitchen, and chose to experiment with mayo and peanutbutter in a sandwich...Surprisingly, not that bad.
Standing, leaning against the frame of the arch that connected the dining room to the living room. Taking a bite from his sandwich, he chewed and swallowed; absent-mindedly licking his lips with gaze set on the back of Greg's figure splayed out on the floor, propping himself over a pillow. He was wearing a sweater and some shorts that were far too big on him; baggy and way too many latches, in Rodrick's opinion. One sock was on Greg's foot, but not on the other. One bare, one tucked into a sock. Rodrick felt compelled to touch them suddenly, wondered how Greg would like if he suck on a toe. "I'd try it..." He thought of in the spur of the moment. Although adventurous, he instead sat on the couch and leaned forward. At first, he sat there silent; sucking on his own lips as Gregory absent-mindedly swayed his legs and circled his feet. It took some contemplation, but Rodrick finally took the bare foot and began to rub it the way his mother did when he was little and would step on legos.
Greg gave a start and looked over his shoulder, but not before automatically pulling his leg back from shock. Rodrick held on, though; his right hand wrapped around Greg's ankle. "Sh." The young man hushed him, putting a finger to his lips before placing his hands back on his little brother's foot. As Rodrick massaged it gently, Gregory stared, bewildered - seemingly disbelieving of what was going on. Rodrick just held the boy's gaze and rolled a fist against the heel. This went on for probably 120 seconds. It was only when Rodrick nodded towards the TV and motioned for Greg to continue to play that the boy complied. His little brother, although reluctantly, turned forward to resume his game - having died the last time since he'd looked away.
It was probably half an hour later that Rodrick noticed something...Gregory's body was deceiving him. He'd long already seen Greg chewing on his bottom lip, but when his muscles tensed, they were far more obvious than anything else from this angle. He just couldn't wait to see it first hand; he wanted to see Greg's face so expressive, so easily construed, so see-through to what was going through his mind. The kid was an open book, that's why his older brother was far beyond convinced that taking his virginity would be equal to a Saltan's riches.
"You like it?" Rodrick finally asked, now leaning back onto his heels, legs spread as he laid one of Greg's feet on his lap, where he massaged his soles and big toe. "Stop asking weird questions, Rodrick..." Gregory said after he'd stopped for a second. "Tell me you like it."
Suddenly, the game was paused and Greg was looking at his brother from over his shoulder with a flushed face and tears brimming his eyes. "No! S - stop treating me like one of your...whores!"
Whoa. That was not supposed to happen.
Taken aback, the command needed to really process in order for it to set in. Eyebrows gradually coming to narrow and a twisted grin coming to stretch across his face, Rodrick searched Gregory's stare in the dark. "What crawled up your ass?"
"You know what, fuck this. Fuck you, Rodrick." Again, very unexpected. Rodrick had never heard Gregory curse once, let alone three times in only 30 seconds. Grabbing Gregory's wrist, he held him stationed and stood to his feet; throwing his little brother a look that couldn't be detected under such little light. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, why so hostile, kid? I'm only trying to-" And a slap. The second time in one day that this kid gets aggressive, and Rodrick needed a moment before punching Greg right in the face, pinning him onto the floor by both wrists above Gregory's head - face-down, just like before. "What the fuck is your problem?!" "You! You're my problem!" Rodrick laughed at this; mockingly, sadly, only he was sure Greg couldn't hear the latter sentiment. "And why the hell would that be, huh? I haven't even pulled a prank on you since your birthday, you fucking dweeb." "So? You have to go mistreat girls now?! Why do you hate everyone?! Why do you hate me?!" Rodrick took this into consideration. He stopped, his grip loosened and his thoughts wandered. The boy had a point, ever since then he's been taking more of his frustration out on girls around his brother's age. The only male he's ever wanted...laying beneath him. In fact, the only one he's ever wanted. The only person he's ever gone crazy over - literally. "Oh, Greggy, Greggy, Greggy..." Rodrick murmured, nuzzling into his little brother's hair. "you just love making everything about you, don't you? But...let's get back to what you said earlier. You feel like I'm treating you like a whore? Like my whore?"
He could already feel Gregory's skin redden and burn. His little brother stuttered, tripping over his own words. "N - n - no -" "Good. Because I'm not. Not yet, at least." That last part, he whispered, getting on his knees so to lift himself off the little brat. "Wh - What?" Gregory automatically went, sitting up and sliding over to the furthest corner, but his brother followed closely by; stepping to where he towered over his kid brother. To where he could watch him squirm. "You don't know what I can do, Greggy." He crouched, taking Greg's hair into hold and pulling his head back against the wall; exposing a pale, untouched neck so he could lean in close. He loved being close to Gregory, he loved it so much that he growled. "Stay out of my way." With that, he treated himself to just one...just one bite. He craned his neck, he opened his mouth; viciously sinking his teeth into his little brother's neck so he could suck and graze his teeth upon the tender skin. Gregory whimpered, cried, tried prying Rodrick's hand away. But it was only when Rodrick was - more or less - satisfied that he retracted, stood and left.
"It's for your own good." He damn near wept; having to adjust his cock over to the left till having reached his room to take care of it.