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My Brother's Bestfriend
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Well.. I was looking over some "material" on the internet, and started to think about the boy who originally inspired this story. As i fantasized about him in my head, i remembered this story, and i think i'm inspired enough to continue this story. So here goes another chapter.
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I'm starting the next chapter right now. It will be posted when it's finished. Tonight, or maybe tommorrow. Hope you enjoyed. Sorry, no steam in this chapter. Hope you'll be willing to wait.
Chapter Three:
Vertigo
Vertigo
After a long, restless night, I arose from my bed, and made my way downstairs. I wasn't the first one awake, as my mother was standing over the stove, cooking some breakfast. I walked over and gave her a warm hug. I felt terrible for my mother, being home alone after both my brother and me went off to school. "How are you Mom?" I asked.
"I'm just fine, J. I'm teaching a new Pilates class down at the community center. It keeps me busy." she replied.
"That's great, Mom! It's good that you're getting out of the house." I smiled.
My parents divorced during my last year of high school. It's been a tough transition for all of us, but the split hit her harder than anyone. But the story of my parents divorce is an entirely new story entirely. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and out from the corner walked Clay, followed slowly by Joe. I've never felt so unimportant or so insignificant than when my eyes met Joe's, and he quickly looked away. "What's for breakfast mom's?" asked Clay.
"French toast and eggs, sweetie. Go on and sit down." she replied as she motioned to the seats next to me.
My brother sat a seat away from me, leaving there only one more seat at the island in the middle of the kitchen for Joe. He stood motionless as Clay sat down. "Go ahead and sit down Joe! As if you've ever been shy about eating a meal in my house." she laughed.
Joe practically crept into the seat next to me. His eyes did not meet mine again once. Mom distributed our plates, and in less than a minute, Joe punched my brother on the arm and said, "Let's go play some videogames man." Clay quickly finished and they made their way into the living room. I continued looking down at my plate, fidgeting with my food in silence.
"What's wrong?" asked my mother.
"Nothing mom, just tired. Didn't sleep much last night." I replied dryly.
"Well why don't you go play with your brother and Joe?" she prodded.
"No thanks, I’m going to go to my room and call some friends." I said as I rose and rushed up stairs. Before I reached the stairs, I almost ran into Joe as he crossed to the bathroom. We both stopped in front of each other. I refused to let this go on any longer unspoken.
"What the hell was that?" I asked harshly.
"What are you talking about, punk?" he replied quickly.
"You know what I mean. Last night." I beckoned.
"Oh. That was nothing, J. Forget about it,” he said as he attempted to brush past me. I quickly stopped him, placing my hands on his shoulders.
"Bullshit. That kind of thing doesn't just happen. It wasn't nothing. I felt sometime when you.."
"Shut up, J. It was nothing. I'm not a fag. It was nothing." and he shoved past me, without another word.
I just stood there. I felt my chest clench tight. This wasn't just my dick talking. I knew I felt something last night. I knew that what happened was much, much more than nothing. But what could I do? I proceeded upstairs, and lied down in my bed, facing the ceiling. I sat there for hours, just thinking.
The next few weeks were the longest, and probably the worst of my life. Joe moved his things into our house, after a fight with his dad. The situation between Joe and his father was, just like my mother's divorce, a completely different matter. He practically lived here already, so it didn't make much of a difference. Joe never looked at me. Only spoke to me when necessary. And when, by chance, our eyes did meet, I could see the sadness and regret he was feeling. I kept telling myself it was one night. We didn't even have sex. It was nothing. But no matter how much I tried, I couldn't convince myself. I couldn't convince myself that the pain I felt in my chest every time I looked into his blue eyes was nothing.
I spent most of my time with old friends, catching up, hanging out, going to parties, and enjoying myself. But one night, I was at a party at my friend Dan's house. There had to be hundreds of people there. His giant home consisted of countless rooms, but the majority of people resided throughout the pool area, kitchen, and the massive room in the middle of his home. I had a few drinks, and was feeling a little buzzed. I wondered by myself into a dark hallway. I could faintly hear a strange sound. I followed my ears to find the source of the noise. As I got closer, I made the sound out to be someone throwing up. I peeked into the bathroom, door wide open, where the sound was coming from. And there, the last thing I wanted to see, was Joe, on his knees, hurling chunks into a toilet. As I stood there, I saw him almost pass out onto the bathroom floor. I couldn't just leave him there. I could tell that he was plastered. I kneeled beside him, and rubbed his back until he finished. After he was through, I put his arm around my shoulder, and carried him into the nearest bedroom. When we got into the bedroom, I sat him on the end of the bed, and attempted to walk away. But as I turned around, he grabbed my arm. Barely audible, I heard him say "No, don't go. Please stay." I closed my eyes and decided that I couldn't stay. But I couldn't stop myself. I sat down next to him, and he leaned his head against my shoulder.
"You should sleep, Joe." I asked.
"No... I.. I.. I'm sorry Jason." He slurred.
"You have nothing to be sorry for. Just go to sleep, Joe. You're drunk." I begged. He looked me directly in the eyes with his penetrating blue eyes. As cliché as it might sound, my heart melted onto the floor as I gazed into those eyes.
"Don't go. Pr.. Promise to stay." He slurred again, and leaned his face to mine.
"Stop it, Joe" I said as I moved my head, his lips pressing against my cheek. I wasn't going to kiss him while he was like this. As much as I wanted him, he was wasted. He didn't know what he was doing. I pushed his head off of my shoulder. "Go to sleep, Joe."
"Nn.. Not until you promise to st..stay." he begged.
"I can't Joe. Just go to sleep." I attempted to get up. But once again, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back on the bed.
"Pl..Please J. Don't leave." He mumbled. I thought to myself for a bit. He wasn't going to let me leave. I would just stay until he fell asleep, and I would leave.
"Fine, just go to sleep." I pulled him and lied him down, his head onto the pillow, and sat next to him, leaning against the headboard. He lied there, facing me, I was exhausted, and my eyes began to droop. I forced myself to stay away, as Joe lied there, mumbling apologies to me as he began to drift into sleep. I looked at his somber face as he fell asleep, and my eyes began to fall, and, as hard as I tried not to, I fell asleep, leaning against the headboard with Joe lying next to me.
"I'm just fine, J. I'm teaching a new Pilates class down at the community center. It keeps me busy." she replied.
"That's great, Mom! It's good that you're getting out of the house." I smiled.
My parents divorced during my last year of high school. It's been a tough transition for all of us, but the split hit her harder than anyone. But the story of my parents divorce is an entirely new story entirely. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and out from the corner walked Clay, followed slowly by Joe. I've never felt so unimportant or so insignificant than when my eyes met Joe's, and he quickly looked away. "What's for breakfast mom's?" asked Clay.
"French toast and eggs, sweetie. Go on and sit down." she replied as she motioned to the seats next to me.
My brother sat a seat away from me, leaving there only one more seat at the island in the middle of the kitchen for Joe. He stood motionless as Clay sat down. "Go ahead and sit down Joe! As if you've ever been shy about eating a meal in my house." she laughed.
Joe practically crept into the seat next to me. His eyes did not meet mine again once. Mom distributed our plates, and in less than a minute, Joe punched my brother on the arm and said, "Let's go play some videogames man." Clay quickly finished and they made their way into the living room. I continued looking down at my plate, fidgeting with my food in silence.
"What's wrong?" asked my mother.
"Nothing mom, just tired. Didn't sleep much last night." I replied dryly.
"Well why don't you go play with your brother and Joe?" she prodded.
"No thanks, I’m going to go to my room and call some friends." I said as I rose and rushed up stairs. Before I reached the stairs, I almost ran into Joe as he crossed to the bathroom. We both stopped in front of each other. I refused to let this go on any longer unspoken.
"What the hell was that?" I asked harshly.
"What are you talking about, punk?" he replied quickly.
"You know what I mean. Last night." I beckoned.
"Oh. That was nothing, J. Forget about it,” he said as he attempted to brush past me. I quickly stopped him, placing my hands on his shoulders.
"Bullshit. That kind of thing doesn't just happen. It wasn't nothing. I felt sometime when you.."
"Shut up, J. It was nothing. I'm not a fag. It was nothing." and he shoved past me, without another word.
I just stood there. I felt my chest clench tight. This wasn't just my dick talking. I knew I felt something last night. I knew that what happened was much, much more than nothing. But what could I do? I proceeded upstairs, and lied down in my bed, facing the ceiling. I sat there for hours, just thinking.
The next few weeks were the longest, and probably the worst of my life. Joe moved his things into our house, after a fight with his dad. The situation between Joe and his father was, just like my mother's divorce, a completely different matter. He practically lived here already, so it didn't make much of a difference. Joe never looked at me. Only spoke to me when necessary. And when, by chance, our eyes did meet, I could see the sadness and regret he was feeling. I kept telling myself it was one night. We didn't even have sex. It was nothing. But no matter how much I tried, I couldn't convince myself. I couldn't convince myself that the pain I felt in my chest every time I looked into his blue eyes was nothing.
I spent most of my time with old friends, catching up, hanging out, going to parties, and enjoying myself. But one night, I was at a party at my friend Dan's house. There had to be hundreds of people there. His giant home consisted of countless rooms, but the majority of people resided throughout the pool area, kitchen, and the massive room in the middle of his home. I had a few drinks, and was feeling a little buzzed. I wondered by myself into a dark hallway. I could faintly hear a strange sound. I followed my ears to find the source of the noise. As I got closer, I made the sound out to be someone throwing up. I peeked into the bathroom, door wide open, where the sound was coming from. And there, the last thing I wanted to see, was Joe, on his knees, hurling chunks into a toilet. As I stood there, I saw him almost pass out onto the bathroom floor. I couldn't just leave him there. I could tell that he was plastered. I kneeled beside him, and rubbed his back until he finished. After he was through, I put his arm around my shoulder, and carried him into the nearest bedroom. When we got into the bedroom, I sat him on the end of the bed, and attempted to walk away. But as I turned around, he grabbed my arm. Barely audible, I heard him say "No, don't go. Please stay." I closed my eyes and decided that I couldn't stay. But I couldn't stop myself. I sat down next to him, and he leaned his head against my shoulder.
"You should sleep, Joe." I asked.
"No... I.. I.. I'm sorry Jason." He slurred.
"You have nothing to be sorry for. Just go to sleep, Joe. You're drunk." I begged. He looked me directly in the eyes with his penetrating blue eyes. As cliché as it might sound, my heart melted onto the floor as I gazed into those eyes.
"Don't go. Pr.. Promise to stay." He slurred again, and leaned his face to mine.
"Stop it, Joe" I said as I moved my head, his lips pressing against my cheek. I wasn't going to kiss him while he was like this. As much as I wanted him, he was wasted. He didn't know what he was doing. I pushed his head off of my shoulder. "Go to sleep, Joe."
"Nn.. Not until you promise to st..stay." he begged.
"I can't Joe. Just go to sleep." I attempted to get up. But once again, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back on the bed.
"Pl..Please J. Don't leave." He mumbled. I thought to myself for a bit. He wasn't going to let me leave. I would just stay until he fell asleep, and I would leave.
"Fine, just go to sleep." I pulled him and lied him down, his head onto the pillow, and sat next to him, leaning against the headboard. He lied there, facing me, I was exhausted, and my eyes began to droop. I forced myself to stay away, as Joe lied there, mumbling apologies to me as he began to drift into sleep. I looked at his somber face as he fell asleep, and my eyes began to fall, and, as hard as I tried not to, I fell asleep, leaning against the headboard with Joe lying next to me.
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I'm starting the next chapter right now. It will be posted when it's finished. Tonight, or maybe tommorrow. Hope you enjoyed. Sorry, no steam in this chapter. Hope you'll be willing to wait.
fine, fine chapter.....
Sir Ron is enjoying it!
Sir Ron is enjoying it!
Craiger
JUB Addict
Wow! Even after quite a hiatus,BBL, it's great having you back writing. Looking forward to the next chapter.
Craiger
Craiger
pe_gay89
Porn Star
Good stuff. I look forward to more.
I look forward to more.
sexmadboy29
Sex God
good story look forward to more
holy crap just great XD
thermodynamics
Resident Enginerd
What a heartwrenching story. Please continue!
