Crossing the Line: Chapter 4 Part 2 (Gerard's P.O.V.)

“Mike-Mike, are you done yet?” I asked in an annoyed voice through the wooden door.

“I’m a little busy here. Wait your turn,” I heard him say back. I could hear some movement through the door and grinned at the camera, much like Bob had earlier…. Not as scary, though.

“But I can’t wait,” I moaned loudly against the door, running my hand up and down the front of my jeans roughly. I exaggerated the sounds that were falling from my lips, hoping to affect Mikey like Bob planned. I heard a moan echo in the bathroom and my grin widened. It was working! My brother was sure to be embarrassed when he realized everything was caught on film. But getting to that point was only half the fun.

I looked over and saw Ray shake his head from his location adjacent to the blonde. The camera man made a motion with his hand, telling me to keep it going. I nodded in understanding before leaning my head against the door, my right hand continuing its previous movements.

“You make me so hot, Mikes. Mmm. Do you think about me when you touch yourself? Ah.”

His response was a much louder moan, which could be heard by my two voyeuristic friends. I heard his hand moving faster as well. I guessed my little Mikey liked dirty talk. “I didn’t hear you. Do you, Mike-Mike? Every. Single. Night?”

“Yes, I think about you when I touch myself! I always do, now get in here!” he strangled out in one breath. He started panting, as if he were running a marathon. Although he wasn’t really running, his hand sure as hell was in some sort of race. ‘The race to get off,’ I mentally chuckled.

“No, it is way too soon for that. We’re not ready. Besides, it’s kinkier this way; us being so close, yet so far away. Damn, just the thought of you masturbating almost makes me come in my pants,” I groaned, the friction I was creating with my own hand finally getting to me. Thankfully I came up with a quick excuse to keep my brother from exiting the room. I wanted him to see the event had been recorded after he had finished, or the situation wouldn’t be as delicious. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Bob had focused the camera below my belt, and heard the sound of it zooming in. This was going to be one interesting video tape.

“Are you close?” I asked breathlessly and grinned at the camera, which had zoomed out, at the same time.

“Yeah, Gerard. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Gee, I-” he gasped before a guttural moan with remnants of what could have been name left his throat, indicating he had ejaculated. Fuck, that sound made me lose control and I too came on the spot. Crap. I had already taken a shower earlier. I thought I was just going to tease Mikey and take over the bathroom and finish up after he got off, but those damn noises he was making caused me to go over the edge. Oh, well. At least my boxers captured all the come. I didn’t have to change pants. Yay for me, although I still felt the uncomfortable stickiness on my skin.

I was catching my breath when the door I was leaning my head on opened slowly. When Mikey was in view, I noticed he was in the same state he had been when he was upstairs, except he looked much more relaxed. A lazy smile was plastered on his face and my own lips mirrored them. That was, until Bob started laughing his ass off, making my brother turn his head and discover he was caught on tape.

“What the? How long have you been there?” he squeaked, completely off guard. He obviously thought it was only him and me. Once he figured out we had an audience at the time, his face instantly turned a lovely red shade; a color I had grown to love on his normally pale cheeks.

“From the beginning. It was a sort of revenge for leaving Gerard all hot and bothered in the living room, except creaming his pants was not part of the plan,” Ray explained, since Bob was could barely breathe from laughing so hard, let alone speak. The camera had been turned off at this point.

“Wow, Gee. I had no idea I had such an effect on you,” my brother giggled at the power he held over me, no longer embarrassed. I was the dominate one, damn it. I had to prove it.

“Huh, you think so? I could have opened the door for everyone to see your doings a few minutes ago. Maybe I’ll do that next time,” I threatened, half kidding.

“No, I’ll shut up now,” he retorted immediately, shaking his head and shutting his mouth. I laughed at the automatic obedience.

“Guys, where are you?” the voice belonged to Frankie, who seconds later entered my room. “What’s going on down here?”

“Not much. Mikey was jacking off in the bathroom and Gerard messed with him through the door, touching himself through his jeans. I got it all on tape. Thanks for the use of your camera,” Bob smirked after he finally stopped cracking up.

The short one’s eyes widened, “What?! All that happened and you didn’t call me? What the fuck, guys? I can’t believe I missed it.”

“You could always watch the video,” Ray offered.

“It’s not the same,” he said glumly, looking at my carpeted floor in sadness.

“Aw. Poor Frankie,” I said and went over to hug him, trying to ignore the discomfort of come trapped underneath my clothing. “Why don’t we make it up to you? Does that sound good?”

His eyes brightened in joy. Man, this kid really was a horny little fucker. He asked excitedly, “When?”

“Uh, I don’t know whenever. What do you want, anyway?”

“I have an idea!” Mikey shouted and pulled me aside to whisper in my ear. I smiled and nodded. We both directed our attention to Frankie and approached him. Simultaneously, Mikey and I kissed the short teen on either side of his cheeks.

“We love you, Frankie,” we said in unison and hugged the boy. This stuff was so childish, yet cute at the same time.

“Not what I had in mind, but I’ll take it. Frankie needs his lovin’!” he giggled in his usual childish tone that fit his personality.

“What did you have in mind, then?” I questioned curiously. What more could we give him? He already taped my brother and I making out, what else was there?

“Alright, I’m not saying it has to be right away or anything, but when you two get to that level…” Frank trailed off.

“What is it?” Mikey asked, cocking his head to the right.

“When you guys have sex for the first time together, I want a copy of it,” he finished, looking dead serious.

“Jeez, Iero. I had no idea you were such a voyeur,” Bob chimed in, eyes wide. “I mean, watching your friends make out is one thing, but watching them fuck?”

“Hey, everybody has their fetishes! I’m the only one not afraid to voice it. Besides, it’s not like I’m going to be in the same room as them. Now that would be weird,” he turned to us. “So, is that a deal?”

I looked at my brother and after a moment of thought, he gave a curt nod. “If Mikey’s okay with it, then I guess we have a deal.”

The three of us shook hands to seal the deal. Frankie cheered, “I get free porn. Yay!”

“So you’re basically going to masturbate to Mikey and Gerard going at it. Wow, Frankie, just wow,” Ray sighed.

“Yeah, just wow! Now I don’t care that I missed the jerk off fest. This is going to be so super, special awesome! Wait, who’s going to top?” Frankie said mid fangasm.

“That is a good question,” Bob interjected. “I would think Gerard would top, but Mikey seemed really aggressive when Ray and I first walked in. I think it could go either way.”

“We just got together today! Why is everyone deciding on sex positions?!” Mikey flushed. He looked so damn cute! He was always so embarrassed to talk about sex stuff.

“I vote for Gerard,” Ray spoke up. “Sorry Mikey, but I think you’re too girly to take the guy’s role.”

“Hey, neither one of us are the girl, we’re both guys here. It’s just that one has to bottom,” I explained. Neither Mikey nor I were female, so neither of us should have been called “the girl”. I couldn’t stand stuff like that. It was only a matter of dominant and submissive really. Guys, gay, straight, or bisexual, would feel like their masculinity was challenged if they were labeled a girl.

“Okay, didn’t mean to offend. Let me rephrase. Mikey, I see you as the one who is going to take it up the ass,” Ray clarified.

“We haven’t done anything more than make out!” my brother squealed, turning an even darker color. I knew on the inside he loved the idea of having sex with me. He was a hormonal teenage boy for crying out loud. There was no way he hadn’t thought about the positions prior to Frankie bringing it up.

“I’ll clear this up,” I announced authoritatively. “If it’s okay with you Mikey, I would like to take you for our first time, and we can switch back and forth from then on.”

“Yeah, alright,” he agreed with a smile, blush slowly fading.

“Aw, that is so precious. You get to lose your virginities to each other,” Frankie gushed.

“Yeah that’s true, but so what? The last time I checked, you were a virgin too, Frankie-boy,” Mikey teased.

“Shut up. That’s only because I haven’t found the right guy… or girl,” he explained.

“If you had a choice, which gender would you lose your virginity to?” Bob queried.

“Hmm… I think I’m more attracted to guys, so a guy, I guess. There are some qualities girls have that I like, but if I had to choose, I’d pick a guy.”

“Top or bottom?” I asked casually. Wow. We were really talking as if it were an everyday conversation.

“Um… it depends on the height of the other guy, but bottom probably. I don’t mind the idea of taking and the submissive usually gets the good treatment. I want to be the one being taken care of. That’s why I sometimes hate being with girls. They just lay there and expect the guy to do all the work. Besides, you saw my size earlier; I’d probably kill someone if I tried to put it all in.”

“You don’t mind the idea of taking? Won’t it hurt?” questioned Ray. He was completely clueless about same sex couples and how they did certain things. It was understandable, though, since he was straight and all, but come on.

“Well, yeah, there’s always some amount of pain, but if taken the time and done properly, there’s only hurts a little bit,” Frankie remarked.

“How do you know?” the guitarist inquired.

“Personal experience, of course. Masturbating like straight guys gets boring. After a few minutes of thrusting in three fingers, I felt nothing but pleasure, which was way more powerful than jerking off alone. Man, I should really get a vibrator or something.”

“Oh, my god, I did not need to know that! Way too much information! Damn, I can’t un-hear that!” Ray yelled as he covered his ears to protect himself from hearing anything else unwanted. We all laughed at our friend’s behavior.

“Oh, you only say that because you haven’t tried it, prude,” the bisexual accused, although Ray couldn’t hear him. “You guys don’t know what you’re missing.”

“I do,” Mikey spoke up. We all looked at him in surprise. He was beginning to blush again because of our strong gazes that were fixated on him. “What? We’re talking about this sex stuff, and I wanted to contribute to the conversation.”

“You’ve finger fucked yourself, Mikey?” Bob quizzed.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant by my statement,” he replied. “I was just experimenting and Frankie is right. It feels really good.”

“Yeah it does. Dude, I can come without even touching my cock. Now that is an amazing feeling,” the Iero kid told us.

Jesus. I could see Frankie doing this sort of thing, but my brother? I was surprised he hadn’t told me of his little adventure earlier. He most likely did not want to say anything, because he imagined it to be my dick in place of his fingers. Poor kid. Luckily, my dick was going to be in there when we were both mentally ready for such a step.

“I learned something new today,” the blonde commented. “Well, I know I haven’t touched myself there, and I’m pretty sure Ray hadn’t even thought about it. Have you, Gerard?”

“No,” I said honestly. I really had not actually thought about doing something like that to myself. I had heard it felt extremely good to have one’s prostate stimulated, but I hadn’t tried it. The idea intrigued me.

“Do you want to now?” Frankie questioned in a dirty tone.

“Not now, jeez. Maybe sometime later. Being openly attracted to someone of the same gender is a new thing for me, you know.”

“You have liked boys before?” Ray piped up, finally taking his hands off of his ears now that it was safe.

“Um, no. I guess I was sort of subconsciously attracted to Mikey and didn’t know of my true feelings until today. It’s kind of weird how things have changed, but I’m definitely glad they did,” I sighed. My words caused my brother to smile his I’m-so-fucking-happy-right-now-you-have-no-idea smile, which made my heart melt at the sight.

“Okay, let’s continue this conversation upstairs,” I suggested. “I really need to clean up, and it would be really strange if you were all outside the bathroom door.”

“Oh, I can only imagine,” my brother said sarcastically.

“Hey, you deserved that little prank for leaving me aroused and alone,” I justified. I knew he wouldn’t agree, so I took a different route. I hugged him closely and lightly kissed his forehead. “I love you, Mikes. Forgive me?”

“I suppose,” he retorted, trying to sound uncaring but failing because he couldn’t hold in his giggles. "The reason I left you alone was because you slapped my ass earlier. I guess this was your revenge, so we’re even now. I love you, Gee."

And with that, the quartet exited my room, leaving me all alone to do my business. I went into the bathroom and grabbed some toilet paper. I didn’t even bother to close the door, since everyone was upstairs and the clean up was going to be quick anyway. I washed my hands after I had finished. I pulled up my boxers and pants, zipping up the fly and sliding the top button through the slit. I began to make my way up the stairs while I buckled my belt. What was the point of doing it in the bathroom? I was saving time by walking at the same time.

I entered the living room while the group was in the middle of conversing about something. Ray, Bob, and Frankie were sitting on the sofa, while Mikey was seated in the off white recliner next to it. I swiftly sat down in his lap, leaning back so his head rested on my right shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a little squeeze. I absolutely loved hugs from behind. I turned my attention to the guys, who did not seem disgusted whatsoever, but had soft smiles on their faces. The fact that my friends accepted the strange relationship I had with my baby brother made me so happy inside. They really were true friends and I was grateful I had them.

“So, is there anything else we need to know?” Ray sighed.

“Not that I can think of…” Mikey said from behind me.

“Oh, I have a question!” Bob shouted, raising his hand as if he were in school.

“Yeah, Bob?” I said.

“I know you guys got together because Mikey said he loved you in that way, but what brought that on? I doubt he would randomly let something of that nature slip.”

“Yeah, about that,” I began, looking at my little brother with uncertainty. Although he seemed a bit tense, he gave a reassuring nod, saying it was okay for me to explain. I sighed, and then told the pair everything; the break up which led to the drinking, which led to the rape. I left out the details, not wanting to make it harder than it already was, but elaborated thoroughly enough so there would not be any questions. We were trying to lay this thing to rest, and thinking about it would make that even more difficult to achieve.

Mikey held on to me tightly when I spoke of the rape. Talking about it probably made my baby brother relive the terrible event, the one I could not remember no matter how much I tried. I hated to be the cause of the pain my brother felt. I promised myself I would never be responsible for being the source of his turmoil ever again. After I told Ray and Bob, no one else needed to be informed of what happened previous night. We would never speak of that night again. Mikey would be able to finally heal and forget the incident had ever occurred.

“So, that is what happened,” I concluded, emotionally exhausted. The room was silent for a few minutes. My two friends’ expressions ranged from extreme sadness to complete understanding. Mikey had mentioned earlier that he told Frankie everything, so I supposed their conversation entailed the rape as well. The fact that Frankie seemed to look unsurprised supported my way of thinking. My brother, whose head was still resting on my right shoulder, was looking at the white carpet and biting his lower lip from what I could see.

“But everything is okay now,” I broke the silence. Mikey picked his head up right away and his eyes connected with mine. I leaned over and kissed his lips that were no longer being chewed on. We pulled away from each other and turned toward our friends.

“Mikey, is it okay if I ask you something?” Ray questioned. My little brother nodded slowly. “How was it that you forgave Gerard so quickly? I mean, what he did was... well, if I were put into the situation, I don’t know if I could forgive him.”

He sat there for a moment, gathering all of his thoughts to answer the question properly. “I guess it’s because I love him. Gee wasn’t aware of his actions at the time, and cannot even remember doing them. What he did was not his fault; it was the alcohol’s influence… I love him so much it hurts. It is kind of difficult to explain, but that is how I feel. I could be angry or upset at him, but there is no way I could ever hate him. I love him so much I could forgive him for anything. He could nearly kill me and I would forgive him. That is how strongly I feel for Gerard. I know it sounds stupid, but it’s the truth.”

“It’s not stupid at all, Mikey,” I heard Frankie say. I was still looking at my brother, my chest tightening as he poured his heart out. He looked so vulnerable and fragile. I gently kissed his left temple, letting my lips linger there for a moment.

“Okay, I think we’re all caught up now,” I sighed, trying to liven up the room. “Let’s stop talking about this serious stuff and do something fun!”

“What do you have in mind?” wondered Ray.

“Hmm I don’t know. You think of something. I’m not the idea guy here.”

“Oh, OH! I have one!!” Frankie squealed excitedly, bouncing up and down on the couch cushion, causing Ray and Bob to move as well.

“Gee and I are not making out in front of you again,” Mikey dead panned. The little one stopped moving instantly and hung his head.

“Awwww. How did you know I was going to say that?”

“Because I know you so well.” I could practically see his smart smile without even turning my head toward him.

“You just sucked all the fun out of the room. Fun sucker!” the Iero kid pouted as he crossed his arms childishly. Childish really was a good description of Frank sometimes, and other times perverted would be better suited. But who was I to judge? I was a perv myself when it came to my little brother, but they did not know that yet.

“Anyone up for video games?” the blonde asked the group.

“Hell yeah! I still have to beat you at Mortal Kombat, Bob. You so cheated last time,” Ray stated.

“No I didn’t. How the hell could I have cheated, anyway? Did I use my magic powers to make you suck? Oh, wait, you suck just fine on your own.”

Ray and Bob were extremely competitive when it came to video games…. seriously, no exaggeration here. Thankfully their quarrels never escalated to anything physical. They would apologize to each other after their verbal assaults, which was entertaining because it happened so often. And the two would only say sorry after the game was over, because only then were their minds were clear. I would never get tired of it. I had such interesting friends.

“Oh, yeah? Then bring it, bitch!” the brunet challenged, getting up from his seat on the couch. All the game systems in the house were located in the living room, since it had the largest TV. Mikey owned the Play Station and Atari, while I had bought the SEGA and Nintendo. All of us were hardcore gamers, which might have been why we did not usually go outdoors. Yay for pale skin! I burned easily in the sunlight anyway.

Ray set up the game on the SEGA and sat on the floor, holding the player one controller. Bob took a seat next to his “frienemy” and picked up the second controller. My attention on the pair was broken when I felt the arms around my waist made themselves known. I once again looked to the side and saw a smiling Mikey. Did I mention I loved his smile? Well, in case you missed it, I FUCKING LOVED HIS SMILE!!! We kissed quickly, not wanting our friend on the sofa to get his hopes up for more. Mikey and I snuggled in the recliner as we watched our two friends go at it… it being the video game. Jeez, some people had their minds in the gutter. After a few minutes of intense gaming, I heard Frankie whimper.

“I’m so lonely!” he whined, pouting in that “kicked puppy” look he had perfected. The fact that he was small made it even cuter. Damn, Mikey and Frank must have practiced the face together or something.

“Aw. It looks like somebody needs company,” Mikey giggled. He and I moved from our chair to the couch. I sat on the short teen’s right, and my brother on his left.

“Sandwich!” I yelled, wrapping my arms around both Frankie and Mikey. My baby brother simultaneously did the same, but around Frank and myself.

“Keep it down! I’m trying to kick Bob’s ass over here!” Toro hissed, his eyes never leaving the television screen.

Frankie stuck his tongue out him, and then smiled, “I am so loved right now.”

“Mhm,” my brother agreed, nuzzling against the boy’s shoulder. If it had been anyone else, I would have definitely felt a pang of jealously, but it was Frankie for Christ’s sake. We both loved the kid in the best friend sort of way. He had been through some pretty tough times, and Mikey and I had been there for him every step of the way.

The fact that he was openly bisexual was reason enough for closed minded kids to hate him, along with the clothes he sometimes wore that obviously had been manufactured for the opposite gender. They weren’t skirts or anything, I didn’t even know if he was into full out cross dressing. Frank publicly wore tight, girl pants and baby doll shirts. At times I did not even know if his clothing was intended for females or not, since he switched back and forth to boy and girl clothes depending on what mood he was in. Not all of his clothes were blatantly feminine anyway. Some people at school hadn’t cared if he was dressed in that clothing or not and bullied him nonetheless. Those students finally got some sense knocked into them by high school, after detentions and in school studies were distributed to any offenders. The discipline for grades nine through twelve really cracked down, though it seemed that the middle schoolers were the ones in desperate need.

He half “came out” at the age of thirteen, when he was in seventh grade. He first confessed to us, his closest friends, and we quickly accepted him. Damn he was so nervous of how we would react when he said he was bisexual. Even though he attempted to hide his true emotions, we knew how he really felt. Then later, he told his parents. Oh, god. The poor kid. I wished we could have been there to protect him. His parents were questioning at the dinner table as to why he was getting picked on at school. After he had built up as much confidence as he could muster, he spilled it. They were both shocked to say the least, but his father was the first to speak. As Frank had predicted, he became enraged, but it far exceeded his calculations. Besides the yelling, which was a given, his father actually struck him; but not once in the heat of the moment, Frankie was hit repeatedly. He was beaten nearly half to death before his mother had finally succeeded in removing the abusive bastard of their son.

Apparently, their marriage was shaky to begin with, and after that physical altercation, it was the final straw. The Ieros separated, which made Frankie happy. They were Catholic and couldn’t get divorced, it being against their beliefs and all, so separation was the next best thing. His father moved far away, and Frank was under the roof with a mother who loved him for what he was. Mrs. Iero even had fun clothes shopping with Frank, since it was sort of like having a daughter. He always rolled his eyes if his mom made comments like that.

Before, I wondered why he would tell his parents of his sexual preference if he was aware of the later consequences. Frankie explained that he did not want to hide himself behind a mask of the person his parents wanted, but to outwardly be himself. Although that sounds so afterschool special, it made sense. I doubt I could live with myself if I were to pretend to be something I wasn’t just to please other people. That Frankie sure was a trooper. You just had to give him credit for putting himself out there. Maybe his actions were what inspired Mikey to reveal his feelings for me. I hadn’t even known my brother was even interested in guys, let alone myself. Yeah, Frankie must have had some impact on Mikey’s decision to tell me the truth. That would be another reason why I loved the kid.

I laid my head onto Frank’s shoulder like my baby brother had. My grasp around the two tightened slightly. Damn, I forgot what a whore Frankie was for affection. He really was like a mistreated puppy, craving for any attention and love, and then taking it in greedily. I smiled to myself when he made a noise of delight.

“We should have an orgy right here,” the short one giggled.

“Okay, I’m done,” I announced, withdrawing from the embrace as did my brother.

“Right,” he scoffed. “I know you both want me. We would make the perfect threesome.”

“Threesome? Where?” Bob chimed in while still playing his game. It was a surprise how certain words caught people’s attention. Like, if a person was in a crowd and said “penis”, people would automatically turn their heads and look for the speaker. Don’t believe me? Be my guest and try it out. It worked every time.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but no threesome, Bob,” Mikey said.

“Oh, darn it. I got my hopes up for nothing,” the blonde responded, doing his best to keep a straight face. A moment later he won the game with a fatality.

“Damn it!” yelled Ray. “I was so close!”

“Close being the keyword. HAH! I told you I’d win,” gloated Bob with a grin on his face.

“No way, it’s not over yet. I challenge you to a rematch!”

“I accept. Let’s see how long you’ll last this time.”

I sighed. Here we go again. It was going to be a Ray vs. Bob marathon of Mortal Kombat, not that I minded. Frank, Mikey, and I were used to out two friends’ overly competitive behavior. It seemed only natural for the two to battle at least a few more times. It could never be a one shot EVER when it came to the pair. It was fun to watch them fiercely battle, especially when they cursed each other out while playing.

“Come on, guys. You know I was only kidding about the orgy thing… Frankie needs some love!” he begged, eyes welling up with fake tears and lower lip trembling.

I looked over to Mikey who shrugged before attaching himself to the teen’s side again. I followed suit right after. Frankie made another happy-filled sound and shouted, “Face cuddle!”

He whipped his head toward Mikey and stroked my brother’s cheek with his own, then moved to me and did the same action. It felt nice, although I was not expecting it. That was classic Frankie. You never really knew exactly what he was going to do next. He was such a random and spontaneous kid.

“What was that?” I asked, staring at the short boy next to me.

“That, my dear Way brothers, was a face cuddle! I just invented it,” he beamed. “Isn’t it just wonderful and comforting?”

“Sure, whatever you say, Frankie,” Mikey said, scratching the back of his head.

“Now you guys try!” he urged with a wide smile on his face. He leaned back, arms around both of our waists still and looked up with hopefully eyes. “Don’t be shy now. GO!”

I cocked an eyebrow by leaned forward nonetheless. I rubbed my right cheeks against Mikey’s, who reciprocated quickly and lovingly.

“Are you purring?” I questioned and looked at my brother.

“Nooo……” he responded with shifty eyes.

“Aw! You act more like a kitten every day!” I smiled and gave him a chaste kiss.

“Now this is what I’m talking about. Please continue,” Frankie interrupted.

“Yeah, we’ll continue, but only later when you’re not here,” I stated at the short one’s heart-broken expression, which made my brother laugh even harder than he had previously.

“You wouldn’t dare?”

“Oh, I would,” I quipped.

“Ah! You just crushed all of my dreams! Crushed them so hard!” he cried, getting up from between us and running around the house.

“Hey, you get the sex tape, remember?!” Mikey shouted, causing the teen to stop mid step.

“That is true. I nearly forgot. Never mind my crying, then,” Frank beamed and assumed his seat on the couch.

“You are one crazy kid,” I commented shaking my head.

“I know!” he replied with a smile.

The rest of the day flew by as all Saturdays do. After hours of intense gaming, Bob and Ray were at a stalemate and Mikey decided to call it a draw before the two killed each other. They could settle their gaming superiority another day. The pair cooled off and exchanged their much needed apologies, which were easily accepted as always. We retired to the kitchen in need of sustenance. Why else would we go to the kitchen? To ballroom dance? Nope.

“What are you guys in the mood for?” I asked the group while opening the white cabinet in the corner adjacent to the fridge. We had plenty of food, I just did not know what I was in the mood for; story of my life.
Bob looked down at his watch and said, “Crap. Is it this late already? I gotta go. I have band practice tomorrow.”

“Sucks for you, dude,” Frank remarked, snatching cookies from the clear jar on the counter he was sitting on.

“Guess that means I’m leaving, since Bob’s my ride. I’ll see you guys later,” Ray sighed. They reluctantly gave us quick hugs and exited the house, but not before Ray picked up his precious box of cereal bars, of course. I swore that kid had some issues. We could hear Bob’s car engine start up and sound of rubber tires or pavement faded within a matter of seconds.

After a few minutes of snacking, Frankie spoke up, “Actually, I have to run too. My mom wants me back for something. I forget why…”

“Way to listen to your mom,” Mikey giggled.

“Hey, it’s not my fault I have a bad memory!” he defended, hopping off the counter top. “I’ll see you guys later.”

With that, our short friend walked home, which was a few blocks away, leaving Mikey and I by ourselves yet again.

“Alright, I’m beat. Where do you want to sleep tonight?” I yawned.

“Um… We’ve been in your dungeon all last night and this morning, so I’m thinking my room to spice things up,” Mikey said with a smile.

“Let’s go, then,” I grinned back, taking his hand in my right one, lacing the fingers. We made our way upstairs and into his bedroom, which was the last door at the end of the hall next to our parents’ room.

“Alright, no doing anything physical in my bedroom when mom and dad are home, okay?”

“Why’s that?”

“These walls are paper thin. If we did do anything, they could probably hear it all, since I hear everything when they do… things,” he shuddered.

“Aw, poor baby. The thought of our parents having sex is such a turn off,” I sympathized. Damn. When could this kid jack off? He would be way too embarrassed to do it full-knowing our parents could be listening in on his activities. I was so glad I lived in the basement.

“Not to mention mentally scarring,” he added with a laugh.

“Very. But they’re not here now, so you have nothing to worry about.”

“Is that a promise?” my little brother teased.

“Oh, yes,” I assured in a smooth tone. We slowly undressed each other until we were down to our boxers. Mikey slid under his clean, white sheets and I soon followed after I turned off the light, laying on my right side to face him. He kissed me slowly and gently held my face. I closed my eyes and felt around until my left hand was caressing his hip bone. It was not suggestive, but loving. I brought my other hand to touch his, which was slowing stoking my cheek. We made out lazily, our tongues wrapping around each other as if they were trying to be become one. The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful; I loved it. After a while, I felt my body begging for sleep and I could not ignore it. I ended our little make out session with one more passionate kiss, and then pulled back. I moved so I was flat on my back and my baby brother adjusted as well.

“Night, Mikey,” I yawned, running my fingers through his hair.

“Good night, Gee,” he said back as he became comfortable with his head resting on my chest and an arm across my stomach. I had never felt so right in my life. It was like this was where I was supposed to be. I smiled and looked down at the figure clinging to my body. Within only a few moments sleep overtook me.