Hello everyone!

I'm so sorry for the wait. See, I received my first real flame for this story (the whole series) and it was really hard to write when all my inspiration was being attacked. I mean, really. I don't understand why people take the time to read a story that clearly warns them what it's like.

Anyways, I have finally moved on and am happy to report that this chapter is eventful!

Enjoy!

They had been trying. Really.

And they could blame it on spring all they wanted, but the simple truth was that they were in love; they were attracted to one another and couldn't keep themselves from displaying how they felt.

I'm talking, of course, about Alvin and his new boyfriend, Simon.

Like best friends, they were inseparable, and like secret lovers, their encounters were forcedly more innocent than each boy would like. Not that they intended on letting the other know just how much more they would like.

Simon was having the strange realisation that the relationship he was having with Alvin was much more different than he remembered; then again, last spring Alvin was blindly accepting heat, and had no clue what he was doing, it was just the urge making it so.

For example: last spring, Alvin was easily kinder, and more accepting. This spring, he seemed to be so afraid someone might catch them, that he only kissed Simon behind closed doors, and near refused to be relieved of his "pain" unless there was no one in the house, or at least, the door was locked, and Simon did everything discretely.

Of course, letting Alvin suffer for a second longer usually made him more accessible.

Another example of differences (and one Simon found cute, funny and really sexy), Alvin was a lot noisier.

It was like he'd never been kissed, never been touched; he would moan at the simplest things and frequently if it was more sexual. Not that they'd done anything too sexual.

The best part was that Alvin denied it, and Simon loved pointing it out to him.

And, Simon supposed, the most pressing difference, was that last spring, Alvin wasn't so compelled to touch Simon all the time: now, it seemed, whenever they were alone, Alvin was intent on going further every day, and Simon had to control that.

Meanwhile, Alvin was loving his relationship with Simon.

Sure, he was still wondering why there was even a relationship in the first place, but he tried to stop thinking about it because he found it made him annoyed (a force which he took out on Simon when they were alone). Alvin didn't really remember the difference in himself, but he knew Simon was the same.

The same dominant one, however Alvin fought, he always managed to make Alvin weak and vulnerable to any of his advances.

This trait, though, made Alvin that much more turned on by Simon; the younger of the two proved to be a strong, but caring, but sexy, but shy lover. And that was just how Alvin liked it.

There was, however, slight issues arising.

Alvin felt something strange when Brittany came around (almost every day, like Simon predicted), and he felt awkward and guilty when he kissed Simon after she'd left. He knew that it was because of their bond, but he couldn't deny his feelings for Simon were weaker when Brittany was around. This was why he wanted to go further with Simon. He wanted to make sure he stayed with Simon forever, and he couldn't stand the longing feeling for Brittany.

One particularly sunny spring day, Alvin was in the lounge room, trying not to be bored as he watched the T.V. Simon was in his basement, working on something he refused to tell Alvin about, which only made Alvin that much more flustered.

'Hey, Alvin?' Theodore's timid voice went through Alvin's thoughts.

'Y-yeah, Theo?' He replied, turning himself around.

Theodore swayed a little where he stood. 'Are... are you in... pain again?' He bit his lip nervously. Alvin smiled kindly.

'Yes, Theo, it's spring. I'm back to that, again.'

'Oh...' Theodore frowned. 'Well, that's good, because Eleanor said she saw you kissing, and I got worried, and I told her that it was just spring, but...'

Alvin nodded. 'You weren't convinced yourself?' He offered. Theodore nodded. 'Don't worry, Theo. It's okay.' He didn't exactly want to lie to Theodore, but he didn't want to tell the whole truth. 'I am in pain, and Simon has to help me again.'

Theodore sighed in relief. 'Thanks, Alvin.' He smiled and left to their bedroom.

Alvin didn't know what he'd do if Theodore found out that he and Simon were truly involved. How come nobody could accept it?

He huffed and stood walking out of the living room and looking suspiciously at the basement door. If anything could get his mind off his nerves, it was Simon. And that was just who Alvin was going to turn to.

He knocked on the basement door. 'Simon?' He called in a confident voice.

'Uhm... give me a second!' Came Simon's reply. Alvin leaned against the door with his arms folded, ready to succumb into impatience. He heard Simon start climbing the stairs, and, much before Alvin had expected, Simon wrenched the door open, causing Alvin to fall on Simon. Simon chuckled as he caught Alvin, steadying the both of them by holding on to the railing of the stairs.

'So...' he began, 'is this going to be another less innocent meeting?' He righted Alvin, who was frowning at the fall.

'I'm bored.' He stated, rather childishly. Simon raised a brow.

'What am I supposed to do about that?' He questioned with usual blandness.

'I dunno...' Alvin said, moving onto the landing and closing the basement door. He backed Simon to the railing and put his hands on it, either side of Simon. 'Use your imagination...' he smirked.

Simon rolled his eyes and moved his lips onto Alvin's tenderly. Alvin, as usual, moaned. Simon smiled on his lips and pushed Alvin against the door, completely reversing roles.

Even though Alvin would get annoyed at this later, he enjoyed every minute of Simon taking care of him.

Simon cupped his hand at Alvin's jaw, the other hand around his older brother's waist, pulling them against each other and causing Alvin to moan again, something that made Simon relish the feeling so much more.

Completely glued together, Simon felt Alvin's member stiffen against his own, and though he melted at the indescribable feeling, he slowly pushed Alvin away. Alvin gazed in Simon's eyes longingly.

'Simon, do you want –'

Simon shushed his older brother. 'Why, Alvin?' He asked softly. 'Why are you so impatient?' He bit his lip and looked down. 'Can you not stand being with me for too long? Or are you just getting bored?'

Alvin shook his head. 'That's not it! I promise!' He exclaimed earnestly. 'I just...' he sighed. 'I want to... I guess I'm scared that if we stop, or if we don't do this often... if we don't go further...' he trailed off and turned away from Simon, leaning against the railing and looking down at Simon's work bench, but not really looking. 'It's Brittany.' He said finally. 'She's making me so confused.'

Simon nodded. 'How?' He asked, even though he knew the answer, he thought it best to let Alvin rant for a bit.

'Whenever she turns up, I feel like I want to be with her, but then she leaves and I feel like I'm betraying her and myself when I kiss you... I guess I figured if we do things that get us so attracted to each other, I might shake off the feeling for Brittany. I don't mean to drag you into anything you don't want to do, but that's why.'

'It's good to finally get an explanation.' Simon smiled slightly. 'But, Alvin, this feeling that you need to do that with me, just to get rid of your own things... it should put you off even more. Because when it's done, and we've gone "all the way", then you're not going to enjoy it. Because it's only done for you. And then I won't enjoy it.' He put a finger under Alvin's chin and turned him to face himself. 'Spring will be over before you know it.' He promised. 'And then you'll think about this, and maybe you'll see why I stopped you.' He smirked. 'Then again,' he tapped Alvin's nose, and Alvin frowned at him. 'Maybe you'll remain defiant.'

Simon turned away and left the basement. Alvin's frown dropped to a more thoughtful look.

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Later that evening, Alvin was in his room; relaxing and thinking about Simon (as was the norm) while trying to focus on reading something for school.

He was just thinking about barging into the bathroom, where Simon was, and doing whatever he would like to him when Dave walked in. Alvin quickly shot his head to the doorway, his previous, satisfied smile completely gone.

'Alvin, could you get the bins? They need to go out tonight.' Dave half ordered, and left before Alvin could protest.

Sighing, Alvin got up and started rounding all the bins in the house into one larger garbage bag. He quickly dumped them in the right bin and started for the stairs again, when Dave yelled out "Did you get the basement?".

With no reply, Alvin groaned and walked around and into the basement.

He huffed when he reached Simon's bench on the landing and his eyes slid over the blueprints on Simon's desk.

Love potions... He didn't really think much of it until he'd retrieved the bag and saw a clump of empty vials, liquid pooling in the bottom... used.

Alvin dropped the plastic bag he was holding, and heard the sound of glass striking glass.

He glanced wildly in the bag; more.

With shaking hands, Alvin resumed carrying the bag upstairs. He was in total shock.

Is he... testing those on me? Why are so many empty? How long has this been a lie?

Alvin's eyes glossed, but he was determined not to show anything. He couldn't believe this; another emotion fake. Another love.

Well, well, well... I wasn't sure myself if I would write this twist in, but here we are. So it looks like Simon's been busy, but is it really what Alvin thinks?

XD I have now seen Chipwrecked twice, and my reaction is the same: I love it. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I didn't think on it; and just seeing them all there in-action was enough for me. And, now that this movie's passed – bring on the cartoon series!

Thanks for reviews!