Resentment

Chapter Four

"Oh come on! Admit it!" Dirk said to Dave, smirking and crossing his arms over his chest. "You like that Egbert kid! You want him in your bed!"

Dave's face was a bright red, almost as red as his shirt or as red as his eyes. But he stayed strong. "I don't. John is my bro, just as you are. Nothing more," Dave claimed.

"Oh really now?" Dirk asked, moving closer to Dave and leaning in to apply more pressure. "You don't want to kiss him or at least touch his hair? Nothing?"

Dave looked away, avoiding eye contact with his brother. Dirk snort laughed a bit, Dave was acting like a total doofus.

"If you don't like him, then I guess I can have him. Right?" Dirk asked, his arms crossed. Dave's entire body stiffened, Dirk knew he hit something.

"Right?"

"If you touch John, then, I get Jake!" Dave retaliated, looking up at Dirk with a wicked smirk and undoubtedly wide eyes behind his shades. He thought he was clever.

"Bro, Jake is mine. We all know this."

Jake was his crush at school, talking to him after school and in between classes. Dave knew this, and always got touchy with the subject for some reason. Maybe he thought Jake was attractive and got jealous, but Dirk could never be sure what his brother was thinking.

"Then, John is mine and you won't be touching him," Dave declared, crossing his arms over his chest as a sign of his signature stubbornness.

Dirk sighed and decided to let the subject slide. "Well even if you don't like John, you still gotta have someone. Damn boy, you're getting lonely."

Dave frowned, letting his arms fall back to his sides. "You think I'm lonely?"

"Yeah. If not John, any girls? Anyone?" Dirk asked, he actually got concerned about Dave spending every night playing video games alone.

"Well.. Yeah," he said, his voice still quiet. What was going through his head?

Dave leaned in and kissed Dirk on the cheek. This caught Dirk off guard, scrunching his eyebrows as a sign of confusion and looking at Dave. Before he could say another word, Dave was kissing Dirk's jaw and his hands coming up onto his shoulders.

Dirk just kinda stood there for a moment, motionless. "Dave, we're bros. Stop."

But he didn't stop, he just moved onto Dirk's neck, making the boy squeak softly. "Bro I'm serious."

Then Dave had his lips on Dirk's, kissing him deeply, and Dirk couldn't help but kiss back. His lips were far more soft than they looked, and his kisses were roughing than it looked like his little body could hold. Not that Dirk was complaining.

They ended up on the couch, Dave on top and his fingers in Dirk's hair. Dirk had his hands around Dave's waist, fingers coming dangerously close to his ass, but Dave didn't seem to mind, actually yelping softly when Dirk grabbed it. That just gave him more encouragement, shoving his tongue into Dirk's mouth and kissing him harsher.

Dirk didn't know what to make of the situation, but he had never felt closer to his brother. He had never wanted more of the boy, wanted to touch him and hold him. It confused him, but he liked it. He wanted to hold Dave against him forever.

Which, it didn't last quite forever. Eventually Dave fell asleep on top of Dirk, his head on his chest. They had both lost their shirts on the ground next to the couch, but just shared each other's warmth. As Dave slept on top of him, Dirk ran his fingers lightly over Dave's back in a comforting gesture.

His thoughts were interrupted by a hard sting his his cheek, Roxy had slapped him. It was their third morning meeting, and the girl was getting more into it. She wasn't drunk like she had been the past two mornings, and when sober, she was rougher and more exact. Fuck her, he had been remembering something important. Something that made him smile every time he thought of it.