JACK'S POV
"Come here" I motioned my finger to come towards me. He came onto the bed, crawling towards him.
Our lips joined in a slow kiss, full of love, which in a few seconds turned into a make out that aroused each other's excitement.
My dad was at work and my mom had gone to pick up my youngest step brother, Andy, for a reason that didn't even interest me. This meant having an hour all to ourselves and we already knew how to use it.
We detached ourselves from our lips, to catch our breath and in the meantime to get dressed.
I took off his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. With one finger I traced his abs, he threw his head back, eyes closed, while my contact made him grow in his pants every second more.
“I want to try to. Fuck! " I put pressure on his bulge, making him moan instantly.
He took control of the situation, taking my hand in mine and throwing me against the mattress beneath him. He raised my shirt slightly leaving a trail of kisses / hickeys. My O shaped mouth and a series of moans made space out of my mouth.
"What did you want…"
"It doesn't matter now, I wanted to try to switch positions but now I want to feel you inside" the only thing I was able to do was nod, unable to let out even a single word.
He took off my shirt, immediately concentrating on covering my whole body with hickeys. I felt the excitement growing inside of me, spreading throughout my body. An overwhelming sensation.
"Brook, fuck!" he broke away from me, knowing full well that if he hadn't done so I could have come in a few minutes.
A noise from downstairs made us scared like never before.
"Who the fuck is it?"
"I don’t know. Holy shit! "
Meanwhile, footsteps were climbing the stairs. They looked like more than two people. I was in a panic, we did not know what to do in those few seconds of time we had available.
"Hide in the bathroom, in the shower" I pushed him into the bathroom, throwing his shoes and shirt at him, hiding his backpack and his mobile phone under the bed. I put on my shirt, sat on my desk chair and opened a book at random, pretending to be studying. All this in twenty / thirty seconds.
The door to my room opened, revealing the figure of my mom and Andy.
"Jack, I need a big favour"
"I'm studying"
"I know and you can keep doing it" she walked over to me to kiss me on the forehead. "How did it go to school?" circumstances never mattered, she always asked me and Andy how it went to school. Always.
"Fine thanks"
"Your brother-"
"Stepbrother" I corrected her, as I always did. Andy wasn't my brother, he didn't grow up in my mother's womb like me, so that didn't make him my brother.
"Andy isn’t feeling well and I absolutely have to go back to work for a meeting, could you help him if he needs, please?"
"Okay" I replied, not very convinced by my answer.
“Thanks, I love you” she gave me a second kiss on the forehead, then moved on to Andy and left the room. I replied with a "I love you too, mom" and a few seconds later I heard the front door slam.
"I need that-"
"I'm studying, get out" he lowered his head, walking out of the room and closing the door.
I got up to lock the door, at that moment, all I needed was to have sex with my boyfriend.
I went into the bathroom, opened the shower where I had forced Brook to hide.
"Are you still horny?" he grabbed me by the neck of my shirt and captured our lips in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced against each other, going to explore each other's mouth.
***
We washed quickly, both in need of a sleep. Sex has always tired us so much, yet it was one of the things we did the most when we were together.
A very loud noise, very different from the one before, woke us up from the sleep that had just begun.
"I'm going to see" I left the room, abandoning the heat that had created under the blankets.
In the kitchen there was no one and nothing, in the living room there was no one, however, before heading to Andy's room, I noticed that his cell phone was on the table near the sofa.
I checked in his room but there was no one, then I headed to the bathroom. The door was closed. I knocked twice but nothing.
I entered, slowly opening the door. Andy was there, lying on the floor, eyes closed, a chair upside down, some medicine scattered on the floor.
Something unlocked in me, I ran towards him, trying to understand if he was injured, but there was no blood.
I pulled it up from the floor, being careful not to make any sudden movements.
"Jack?" I heard Brook's voice calling me, but I didn't turn around.
"Help me please"
We took him to his bed. This time was the second time I had entered his room. Although he was 15 years old, he had been living in my house for two years and we had known each other for three, I had entered his room only once, without taking my eyes off my cell phone and to tell him that dinner was ready.
It was empty. The purple walls were empty, near the desk there was only one photo we had taken the year before during a hike in the mountains. On the desk there was his computer, a notebook, the battery charger and some school books, while the others were placed, in order of subject, on the shelf above the desk.
He slowly opened his eyes, a sigh of relief made its way into my mouth.
I gently touched his forehead, almost with the fear of hurting him, and I caressed it, for the first time.
As soon as he saw me his eyes took on a different light. He was afraid.
"I'm- I'm sorry" a tear fell down his cheek. "I- I didn't ... I didn't want to bother you, it's just that I desperately needed an aspirin because my head hurt so bad and I couldn't take the box, your bedroom door was closed and I-"
"Shh. I'm sorry "I stopped him before he went into total panic. All this was my fault, mine alone and exclusively. If I had given more attention, more affection to him, this would never have happened.
I motioned for Brook to wait for me in my room. Nobody knew Brook was my boyfriend.
I left the room quickly to get a glass of water and aspirin.
As soon as I got back to his room he was sitting on the bed, his feet touching the floor.
"Thank you" he said, taking the glass of water. I looked around, lingering on the walls and everything he owned in the room. Having never really entered it, I was curious. "I know what you're thinking" he placed his glass on the bedside table "this room is not as full as yours"
"No I-"
“It's just that I don't have any friends and when I found out about you I really hoped we could become friends. My mom was my only friend and when my parents got divorced and she went to live in Australia I found myself alone” he hid his face in his hands, crying in a way I had never seen before. He was ashamed of being seen by me. I took his hands off his face and let him cry in my arms, face on my chest. “All I wanted was a friend” he tried to say, between tears and sobs.
"It's all right, now I'm here and I won't let you go" I understood my mistake. The worst I've ever committed. "I don't have much to offer you but I can try to be a friend and a brother for you" he wrapped his arms around me, holding me in a strong hug.
After a few minutes he recovered and took my hand in his "Brooklyn is a good guy, I think you have to officially introduce him" I was silent, I didn't know what to say. I didn't think there was anyone who knew about us. "Gay radar" he answered the question I hadn't even asked, but still left me confused as to how a straight person could have a gay radar.
"You’re gay?"
"Always been and I don't know how you didn't notice it before" he said with a smile on his face, the first sincere smile that I didn't destroy immediately after.
"The boy you look at school" I said in a tone of realization. Everything was starting to make sense.
“Yep. Ryan…” he said, with a slight smile.
"I want to help with him"
"You’re crazy!" he said laughing lovely. 2 years we lived together and yet that was the first time I really heard his laugh.
"He feels the same for you too" all the moments that I had completely ignored began to resurface in my mind and also had a very specific meaning.
"Are you sure?"
"Very sure"
"Thanks big brother" was the first time I was called like that and honestly I didn't mind. It caused in me a feeling of happiness different from the others. "Can I call you like that?"
"You can call me whatever you want, little brother" I gave him a kiss on the forehead.
Brother, I'm a brother. How beautiful. I feel like a superhero, in fact, better.
Because sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero.
In the title I didn't write "Jacklyn" because it doesn't concern fully with them, but I didn't write “Randy” either because I only touched upon (not sure this is the correct word) them. Anyway I came up with this idea and I thought it was nice to write something about it.
I hope you enjoyed it🌵💞