Hello again!

I wanted to write a slightly longer chapter this time, 'cause I'll be detained from writing very soon. Happy to report I found my flashdrive! Yay XD

Okay, then –

Enjoy!

Today, 2:03pm

Brittany was staring at her phone, biting her thumb's nail. A nasty habit, she knew, but she was expecting a call.

About two days ago, Alvin had called her and told her he couldn't see her every single day, and if she could please let he and Simon focus on their relationship. He said he would call when he thought she could come over.

Brittany was obedient enough to do as Alvin pleased, but she had been hoping ever since that he'd call her to tell her to come see him. So far, though; nothing.

She noticed that her need to be around him was getting worse day by day, and was becoming that of an obsession. She even kept Alvin's picture on her bedside table, and said goodnight to it every night. However, she was trying to control it, for her and Alvin's sake, because she knew it was so obviously her bond to him making her like this. A nervous wreck, desperately trying to hear from her secret crush.

Slowly, the headstrong Chipette stood and paced, still biting her nail.

Another problem was Cruise. The new boy was undoubtedly attractive, and Brittany knew he liked her, but she just couldn't find it in herself to go after him, and see what it would be like with him. And, these two days without Alvin were making it so much harder. All she thought about was that red-clad, mischievous boy down the road.

Brittany snapped her head to her door as it opened suddenly. Jeanette peeked her head in and took a step inside the room.

'Uh… Brit, A-Alvin's here to see you.'

Brittany's eyes went wide and she ran out of the room.

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Today, 1:45pm

Alvin was on his bed, reading a comic that didn't register.

His thoughts were on Simon, then Brittany, then Simon, then Brittany – endlessly, he linked them together. And he didn't know how to stop it.

The plan had been: stay away from Brittany so his attraction to her would fade and he would once again think of Simon as his only interest.

The plan wasn't working as well as he'd hoped.

Yesterday, 1:03pm:

Alvin was scrubbing the sink in he and his brothers' bathroom, while Simon did the washing. Yes, that's right, they still had to do this.

He had his mind on his problem with his attraction to Simon, because yesterday's very passionate kiss brought on by Alvin's pain hadn't done very much other than leave him relieved, and worried. Today, it would hit again, and Alvin was dreading it. He didn't want to be touched by Simon, but at the same time; he did. He still managed to convince himself every day that he should be in love with Simon, that he should only think of Simon, that every sexual thought about Simon was to be treasured, not cringed at.

Then Brittany would crop into his thoughts. With her beautiful ice-blue eyes, auburn hair and her… her body.

Alvin groaned at his own thoughts of Brittany and scrubbed harder, like the sink was offending him.

'Alvin?'

Simon's voice pierced through Alvin's thoughts. He turned and smiled at his brother.

'Yeah?' He replied, not looking forward to spending time with him. Simon was seriously too smart for his own good, and was starting to bore Alvin. Either that, or he would just annoy Alvin.

'Well, what do you think?' Simon smirked and presented his clothing. Alvin scanned his brother.

He had a blue shirt on that complimented his figure, and black, loose tracksuit pants held up by a leather belt. Even though the concept of the clothing was completely normal, Alvin's eyes had already gone wide. Simon looked like… like he belonged at a striptease.

Simon walked forward, and every step he took just showed off the already strangely suggestive clothing. He came close to Alvin and smirked at his older brother's shocked look.

'I thought maybe you needed some encouragement for that stubborn bond to Brittany.' Simon explained. For once in what felt like an age, Alvin found Simon's voice weakened his knees again.

'I think… you have the right idea…' Alvin nodded, basically breathless already. Somehow, something was still holding him back from pinning Simon down right now, but the voice was weak.

'Dave and Theo aren't home.' Simon continued. Alvin's heart skipped a beat.

'Oh..?' He replied airily, almost feverish at the evocative sentence.

Simon smiled; a silent chuckle at Alvin's response. 'Your pain's due sometime soon today, so I thought…' Simon bit his lip, 'I could help spice things up.'

Alvin let a moan slip past his lips, and he looked at Simon longingly, wanting to kiss him so bad, but he somehow felt he needed permission. One thing in him liked the excuse for holding back. The rest were ready to bounce of the sink and launch onto Simon.

Simon came closer, slowly and teasingly, until he stopped.

'Go on, Alvin…' he whispered seductively, 'I want you to prove you're not faking that desire I see in your eyes…'

Anxious to do so, Alvin pulled Simon by the collar and locked his lips firmly with his younger brother's. He almost whimpered at the taste, and the perfect feeling of enjoying it again.

Simon held Alvin at the waist, and close to the sink so he could still play the dominant one. He smiled in victory at the way his plan turned out and slowly backed out of Alvin's hungry kiss.

Alvin didn't like the fact that he was no longer kissing Simon, and eyed his brother's lips hungrily.

'I'll be in the bedroom,' Simon told Alvin. Alvin almost fainted at the thought. 'Come get me when your pain's coming.'

Alvin nodded, eager for this.

He turned back to the sink; excited and elated at the fact that he was again attracted to Simon. He smiled at the familiar feeling of bubbling excitement at the thought of his brother – his boyfriend – lying on his bed, ready, and even looking the part, for an episode of passion. Alvin shivered in pleasure at the thoughts that followed, and he forgot all about cleaning the sink.

Simon was still smiling at his successful attempt. He's been planning this outfit for a while, actually. Ever since Alvin told him he might be losing his attractions. So, Simon was wearing the shirt he had on the one time when Alvin had himself (for the first time) lifted off Simon's clothes, and the pants that Alvin had definitely got aroused from one day beforehand. Plus the leather belt was just sure to attract someone like Alvin.

It was a simple clothing combination, but put together with all they stood for, and it would surely have meant something to Alvin. And it had.

Soon enough, Alvin ran in the room; looking so eager Simon had to chuckle.

'I-it's coming.' Alvin insisted. Simon pondered whether or not Alvin was just lying, but there was a hint of panic in those blue eyes.

'Okay...' Simon got off his bed and motioned Alvin over to him. Alvin walked tentatively, eyeing his brother's clothes again, finding that he really appreciated Simon's figure more.

Alvin reached Simon and Simon stepped closer, so their noses were an inch apart, and they could feel each other's hot breath tickling their lips. Simon put a hand on Alvin's waist, indicating he was completely ready. Alvin leaned in and kissed Simon slowly, savouring the moment before he would be in pain.

Simon ran his other hand from Alvin's stomach to his shoulders as they kissed, and when Alvin stopped, he lowered them onto Alvin's bed, on top as usual.

Everything Simon did was slow and seductive; running his hand over Alvin's chest, moving his lips closer to Alvin's millimetre by millimetre, straddling Alvin in a very intimate position...

Alvin felt a hit of the Pain, and though it was slightly weaker, it still made him flinch. He looked up at Simon pleadingly.

Simon traced Alvin's jaw with his index finger, smiling, then slowly closed into Alvin's parted lips. He moved a hand and ran it up Alvin's thigh, resting at the pelvic area, but not at the desired target. Alvin moaned onto Simon's lips and Simon smiled: he missed that sound. Yesterday, while he was "helping" Alvin, Alvin hadn't moaned at all. He was silent and always had a reluctant look in his features. Now, though, he was obviously back to normal.

'Simon...' Alvin groaned, talking against his brother's lips, 'i-it's not going...' he wrapped his arms around Simon's neck and pushed himself deeper into the kiss, eventually sliding his tongue against Simon's soft, sweet lips. Simon gave a small nod and let the slippery item into his mouth, letting out a small moan himself.

He entwined part of Alvin's shirt in his fingers and explored how to take it off. Eventually, he found buttons and smiled: Alvin was wearing that shirt. It was the one he'd wore last spring, the first time Simon had to strip him off, the buttons were all the way down, and this only made it easier for Simon.

Still in a locked embrace, Simon picked the buttons loose one by one, and slowly moved it off Alvin's body.

He parted from Alvin reluctantly. 'Are you done..?' He asked. Alvin shook his head.

'It's still not going.' He replied, breathless. Simon frowned.

'How is that possible?' He asked, running a had roughly up Alvin's now-exposed, toned chest. He slowly made to unbutton Alvin's pants, and finally pushed them down. 'Now?' He asked, lowering himself down and against Alvin's member.

Alvin let out a moan. 'K-kind of...'

Still confused, since they'd never had to get undressed yet this spring, Simon sat up and lifted off his own shirt.

Alvin gaped at him. 'S-Si...' He stammered. Simon straightened his glasses and looked at Alvin inquisitively.

'What..?' He practically purred.

Alvin had only seen his brother naked twice, since he'd developed feelings for him. But it was never during his Pain. Each time, Alvin completely melted into whatever Simon wanted to do, but both those times, Simon had simply come back from the shower.

Now smirking at Alvin's mystified expression, Simon slowly got off Alvin and stood beside the bed. Alvin sat up and watched his brother, as Simon unhooked the leather belt and slowly slid it off, suggestively trailing it through his hand.

'Simon...' Alvin whispered. 'W-what are you doing..?'

'What does it look like, Alvin?' Simon replied with a smirk. 'Your "pain's" not going – I'm simply helping you.' Simon slowly, and perfectly seductively pushed the pants down, and stepped out of them; remaining in only his boxers as he crawled back on top of Alvin.

He leant down and kissed Alvin tenderly, a hand on his cheek.

When he pulled out Alvin was blushing. 'A-are we a-about to..?' He trailed off at Simon's intense look.

'Alvin...' Simon whispered, 'there are many things we can do while you wait impatiently for a chance to have sex with me.' He smirked at Alvin's crimson blush. 'Now. Is your pain gone?'

Alvin reluctantly nodded. 'Yeah... but... can we just..?'

Simon sealed he and Alvin's lips together, slowly moving his hips just a little. Alvin broke the kiss to moan, closing his eyes tight. Simon smiled and slid his thumbs under the elastic of Alvin's boxers.

Alvin moaned again, longing for Simon to keep going, to go all the way. Simon started to slowly push down the only layer of clothing left on Alvin.

Alvin's thoughts strayed. Damn... Simon is so good at this... he moaned as Simon kept going unbearably slow, I bet... Brittany could never do this like Simon...

And this thought was a huge mistake. Alvin imagined Brittany in Simon's place, again, and again something was satisfied. He shook his head back to reality only to find that his brother was stripping him, and was very close to exposing something that Alvin realised a brother should not be exposing.

He panicked, suddenly grossed out by what he'd sorely wanted just moments ago, and he sat up.

'S-Simon...' he stammered, embarrassed. Simon looked up at him.

'Mmm?' He answered, still moving the fabric down. Alvin bit his lip.

'Please... c-can you s-stop?' He murmured. 'I... I can't...'

Simon immediately pulled up the boxers, blushing when he realised Alvin was no longer turned on. 'S-sorry, Alvin. You did say you wanted me to... keep going.'

Alvin nodded. 'I-I know.' He looked down. 'I'm just not...' Alvin sighed, knowing what he was about to say was going to crush Simon. 'I... I don't think we're working out... right now.'

Simon nodded slowly.

'I don't want to,' Alvin continued, 'but I feel like we need to... to just... I think we should...' He faltered at the attentive, half-saddened look in Simon's eyes.

Simon looked down. 'A-are you breaking up with me?' He asked slowly.

Alvin's eyes went wide. Yes... He thought to himself sadly, yes, that's exactly what I'm doing. Why am I doing this? I know what I feel for Brittany probably isn't real.

He'd never broken up with someone before. Never realized how hard it was to say to someone that he no longer thought they were right together. And he never thought he'd have to say it to Simon, who stood by him throughout everything this spring and last spring had thrown at them.

The bespectacled boy in front of Alvin didn't deserve anything Alvin was thinking. Alvin slowly realised that he didn't want Simon to go through with this.

'Alvin...' Simon spoke up, 'a-are you?'

Alvin blinked, faced with a devastating choice.

Today, 1:47pm:

Alvin felt so bad ever since then. He broke up with Simon. The one person who he still wanted to be with; but he just couldn't anymore.

What was worse; his Pain was due today, and the awkwardness of having Simon around would be just too much. Alvin didn't know what to say to him, anymore. What do you say to someone you just broke up with, but still need? "I don't love you, but can you satisfy my heat later on? Thanks."

It would be absurd.

'Hey, Alvin..?' Theodore's innocent voice piped up. Alvin looked up at his youngest brother.

'Yeah, Theo?' He answered. Theodore walked in slowly.

'How come you and Simon aren't speaking?' He queried. Alvin blushed: so everyone was noticing in this house? Dave had wondered the same thing just a few hours ago.

The eldest shrugged. 'We had a fight, I guess.' He looked back at his comic, hiding how much of a lie that was. He and Simon didn't fight after Alvin had... well, after that.

'Oh...' Theodore looked worried. 'Are you going to make up?'

Alvin blushed again. 'Maybe.' He let his eyes scroll along the page, looking like he was reading to give Theodore the hint that he didn't want to talk right now.

After a long pause, Theodore left with a small "okay..."

Alvin sighed and closed the comic, stood and walked over to the window, looking out at the street.

What had he done? Right now, he wouldn't be sitting here, worried, he would be cuddling close to Simon, maybe kissing him, enjoying what seemed to be an amazing relationship that had such a great potential.

What could Alvin say when spring was over and he wanted to get back together with him? How could he expect Simon to accept him so easily? Alvin knew he wouldn't, if he were in Simon's position. The fiasco with the love potions was pushing it enough – he'd been so horrible – now there was just no question: it was too late to fix.

His mind wandered to the thought of Simon lying next to him on his bed, their lips locked and smiling. For what seemed like a millisecond, Alvin enjoyed it, then his bond pulled him back and he cringed.

Alvin yelled in frustration and stomped a foot.

'Why?' He asked no one in particular. 'I want to love him! I want to!'

He groaned and collapsed on Simon's bed, which happened to be closest. Remembering how many times he'd been "helped" by Simon on this bed, or how many times he'd lay down here with him and been close to him - close enough to kiss – it just made him fill with mixed emotions. And his failed attempts to get Simon to fully mate with him – they all seemed so distant and wonderful memories. Until Alvin thought about wanting them again.

He looked up at the clock on the wall. 1:58pm

He'd really just spent eleven minutes thinking about his stupid choice yesterday?

He groaned and got off his brother's bed, starting to pace aimlessly, still convincing himself he should never have broken up with him. He was such an idiot.

Suddenly, he stopped. He actually needed to talk to Simon about his Pain hitting; he had no clue what he was going to do. He wasn't attracted to Simon, and he wouldn't enjoy any of it.

The clock struck two p.m and Alvin walked out of the room. He got down to the living room quickly and looked at Dave.

'Do you know where Simon is?' He asked with a blush.

'Yeah, he's down at the park.' Dave answered. 'Are you going to apologize?'

Alvin simply nodded. 'Something like that.' He smiled and left the room, then opened the front door and stepped out onto the road.

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He didn't know what made him do it (although he had some idea), but the thought of seeing Simon and asking him what he was about to ask him made him turn the other way and head to the Miller's house.

He screwed his eyes shut, knowing he would regret this later, and approached their house.

Just as he was convincing himself to turn back to Simon, he felt that familiar twinge and knew he had no choice but to keep going.

OMG, Alvin... the poor guy doesn't know what he's doing anymore... and, just a side-fact, Simon basically hasn't spoken to anyone since Alvin broke up with him: he doesn't know what to do. Just like Alvin.

Anywho, I'll be sure to update soon, but I've got camp coming up on Wednesday (Australian time: 8:30a.m) to Friday (5:00p.m) and... well, yeah, I can't write in the bush, basically. So! I'll get down as much as possible, and I hope to post up on Saturday XD

Thanks again for all the support!