Hey everyone!

Another chap. :) sorry for the long wait, many, many things happening this week!

Had to start the chapter like this :D

Enjoy!

'Oh! Simon! Again, please, again!'

'Okay, okay... just relax, Alvin...'

'Simon... please...'

'Very polite...'

'SHUT UP AND MAKE IT GO AWAY!'

Simon gave a light chuckle despite his worry for Alvin. He knew that it must be time to step up, Alvin was getting used to all the hand-holding. More? Happily, on Simon's part.

Alvin was in the middle of the hallway. Not quite the best place to be, but this shouldn't take long, anyway. And the fact Alvin had just come out of the shower, towel being the only means of coverage, just made the situation that much stranger. Simon didn't quite have a word for it yet. It wasn't funny, per say, and it wasn't kinky, or anything. Wait. Yes, it was kinky.

Simon slowly ran a hand along Alvin's toned chest, taking in the feel much more than last spring, now that he wanted it. He smiled as he moved his fingers along the warm, damp form of his older brother, only proving more to himself that he really did want Alvin, despite how he'd been acting. Simon knew, deep down, when Alvin was struck by love, he was different; compatible and shy.

Alvin let Simon do whatever he wanted; he felt too timid to stop him, but thankfully Simon wasn't going far.

How awkward. Alvin felt so embarrassed to be found like this; vulnerable and weak to Simon's advances, especially since they'd hardly spoken, lately.

In truth, it was almost... fearful, for Alvin to speak to Simon. He'd started feeling something different, and that wasn't a good sign. It was like... like something had finally come together, in him. That hollow feeling – he'd forgotten about it, but, it was just... gone. And, there was something else...

But it made no sense.

Alvin had dreamt about Simon the other night, and it had been all about... them. Together. Watching a movie, Alvin lying in Simon's arms, smiling like everything was right, the sun would forever shine; then they were outside, at the doorstep. Simon smiles a bit "Are we going to just stand out here for the rest of the day?" he says slowly. I tilt my head and reply seductively "I'm waiting for you to kiss me." And he does so, and oh my gosh, it feels like heaven – cloud nine, or whatever that expression is...

'Is it gone, Alvin?' Simon cut through Alvin's thoughts like taking a plug from a bath – to Alvin, that was the most unexpected jolt to reality he'd ever had. He blinked at Simon with wide eyes.

'Uh... yep.' He said softly. Simon stood and went downstairs, murmuring "I'll let you get dressed".

Alvin let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in and got up, walking slowly into his room. After he got dressed (with difficulty, since somehow he was dizzy) he made his way over to his bed and let himself collapse onto it, lying on his back.

What was wrong with him? Usually, during those sessions where Simon's helping him, Alvin would focus on Simon not doing anything too far off what he was supposed to be doing. But, now, Alvin had been sitting there imagining just what it would be like if Simon did take it too far. Or at least, that was as far as Alvin's imagination dared take him. He hoped.

The most frustrating thing was that Alvin liked that dream; he liked remembering it, and liked thinking about it. And he liked thinking about acting on it, too, but he wouldn't even admit that to himself.

So, spring was making him attracted to Simon again. No big deal, he just had to make it through spring without completely loosing it and giving Simon what he wanted. And that was him, as a mate. And Alvin could not let that happen.

Even lying there, convincing himself the same things, Alvin found he thought it was impossible.

How... the heck... do I get rid of this feeling? It's like he's the only person alive! It's like I want to make him happy, like I feel good when he does, and feel hurt when he's sad – ah, heck, I do that already! How far is this going to go? Was it like this last spring? No, I just entered these emotions blindly. Now I'm prepared!... and still falling.

Alvin punched the sheets. 'Damn, Simon...' he muttered savagely, 'stupid spring...'

'Are you okay?'

Alvin sat up like lightning, eyes wide and with a clear reading of "SPRUNG!" written over his face. In contrast, there was Simon, standing at the doorway with his arms folded and an eyebrow raised in question, calmer than usual.

'Uh, Simon,' Alvin smiled innocently, 'you scared me.'

Simon kept in a light chuckle. 'Obviously.' He replied blankly. 'So...' he came over and sat beside Alvin, 'why are you damning me, and cursing spring?' He kept Alvin's gaze so Alvin couldn't so easily lie to him.

Alvin blew out a breath. 'None of your business?' He offered. Simon chuckled a bit. Alvin glared at him. 'What?' He demanded.

Simon shook his head. 'Alvin, you're not that good at hiding your emotions, you know that?' He chided. 'Look, if you think you might be falling for me, you could just say it, and get it all out.' He smiled encouragingly. Alvin kept a blank glare on Simon.

'You'd like that, wouldn't you?' He asked coyly. Simon smiled.

'Yes, I would,' he said, 'I would like you to be truthful.'

Alvin frowned. 'Simon, no need to be hopeful, it's just spring, again.' He chided. 'Besides, it's not a big deal... I told you I was okay... with it...' he sighed, looking up at the boy he'd so recently dreamed about. There was no denying now, he wanted him. He had to remain collected, but he could still secretly want Simon, and not act on it. Surely he could last all spring. Yeah.

Simon bit his lip, which made Alvin blush.

Damn.

Simon was hot.

Alvin shook his head instinctively. 'Si, I just...' he faltered when Simon smiled a bit. What was this? All he could do was look at him!

Simon is not that fascinating! Get it out of your head!

Simon urged Alvin on. 'What, Alvin?' He asked, completely oblivious to Alvin's little mental-breakdown.

Alvin felt like he was mute, or something. He just couldn't find the words, the air, to respond; he wanted to use all the time, all the effort, just to be able to look at Simon, to study him.

'Alvin?'

It was like he only just remembered to breath. Alvin took in large breaths and had to turn away from Simon.

To Simon, it looked like Alvin was just really confused. 'Alvin... are you okay?' He frowned, then, at the silent response. Odd behaviour. He decided to let Alvin cool off from... whatever... had... happened, in their very uneventful conversation.

'Simon..?' Alvin called softly, timid and wary.

'Yes, Alvin.' Simon gave Alvin his full attention, hoping for an explanation to this strange behaviour.

'If you kiss me now...' Alvin blushed at what he was saying. Simon felt a small wad of nerves building up.

'Uhm...' Simon said, blushing, but Alvin shushed him.

'I was just...' Alvin took in a breath, 'I was just thinking that...' he looked at Simon, 'the further we go, this spring, the longer it is every time for the Pain to hit, so...' Alvin bit his lip, 'what if you just kiss me now, and I'll have hours of relief instead of minutes..? We both get what we want.'

Simon lulled over that idea. 'You're relieved and I get... get that kiss.' Simon pondered that. It was a good plan, but it was just strange to think that Alvin would even consider giving Simon what he wanted. Wasn't Alvin too defiant for that? Should I be suspicious..? Simon sighed.

Alvin looked at Simon expectantly. 'Will you..?' He asked slowly, persistent.

'A-Alvin, are you sure?' Simon made sure. 'I mean... i-is this a trick or something?' He gave Alvin a confused look. 'I don't want to hurt you...' he said softly, 'and you won't feel anything like I... will...'

Alvin shook his head. 'How do you know?' He challenged.

Simon still held back, reluctant to have something so special be a one-sided feeling. 'Alvin, I don't think it's a good idea.' He insisted. 'It's all false hope for me...'

Alvin only smiled. 'I promise I'll feel something.' He presumed.

'Alvin, you can't know you will,' Simon chided.

'It's a surprise.' Alvin smirked. He moved closer to Simon timidly, closer to that shocked face of his brother's, and those one-of-a-kind grey eyes.

'A-Alvin...' Simon pleaded softly. Alvin shivered a bit; it was the way Simon had said his name, purring it almost. He never knew it could sound like that.

Still ever slowly, Alvin tilted his head up and tentatively moved his hands around Simon's shoulders. Simon gave out a small protesting sound, but he didn't stop Alvin, who then closed his eyes and moved closer.

Familiar... He thought wildly.

Simon didn't quite know what to do; he wanted to stop Alvin to tell him it was a mistake, but at the same time he wanted to let this one go, and let Alvin deal with his own choices. He was still deciding when Alvin brushed his lips over Simon's, and he melted into the second option, giving out a slight moan, hoping that it was inaudible to Alvin.

Alvin pulled back a bit at the spark he'd felt. Where did that come from and why was it there?

Curious beyond anything else, Alvin leaned in again, and closed their lips together, then pulled out again at the strange feeling of longing he had suddenly acquired. Simon let out a sort of moan and Alvin realised this must be hell teasing for him. He, rather contentedly, leant in the whole way and let their lips lock into place.

What was with that perfect fit?

The thought was gone almost as soon as it came, and Alvin hung on tighter to Simon, reluctantly loving the feeling, hoping the moment would never end. He heard a sigh from Simon, and couldn't help but smile. He... was... enjoying it...

And more than the standard fare, too. It was like it was the first time they'd kissed, as if last spring never happened – this time it was done so shyly, so much more... romantically, than last time... and, well, they couldn't even remember what their first kiss had felt like, but Alvin was sure no other kiss could match...

But, why was he sure of that? He didn't want to believe it, and he certainly hadn't kissed anyone else before.

He guessed it was the way Simon was now holding him, and the way they refused to part; the sparks flying everywhere and the butterflies starting to make Alvin feel like it was all... real. The taste – oh, gosh, that taste, that sweet, amazing... and the warmth! The safety, the... the love... just... just... Simon...

Alvin moaned and felt them both sinking, so Simon was now on his back and Alvin was leaning slightly on top of him.

Simon was still slightly reproachful to whatever Alvin was hoping to achieve by kissing him; he knew it would relieve him, for almost a day at a time, but they had been doing fine just warming up; why the sudden need for this?

Simon didn't know what to make of it. He let it all go blank and decided he should enjoy it while it lasted.

Alvin's just getting closer and closer...

Next chapter should be up soon, I just need to write the rest of it :D and it's the (finally) eventful one. This was another little one-shot that was slightly important. Next one is definatly where the big twist is into play.

Thanks for reviews, and I hope to post up soon!