Gabriel (Rewritten Version) - LGBT, manXman

10

"So, are you gay?" Jordan asked, watching as Gabriel made tea.

Gabe nodded, handing Jordan his mug.

"Is that... I mean, are you ok? With it?"

"Not much point being pissed off about it, is there," Jordan muttered. "Can't change it."

Gabe settled onto the bar stool beside Jordan and sipped his tea.

"I still don't like him," Jordan said finally.

"Why not?"

"I didn't like the way he looked at you."

"How did he look at me?"

"Like... you were a piece of meat."

Gabriel dug his finger into Jordan's side.

"Get off," he grunted.

"The protective thing, it's sweet," Gabriel said. "But it's not necessary, Jordan. You have to trust me. I've been treated like meat before, and Bailey really isn't like that."

"Who's treated you like meat?" Jordan demanded angrily.

"Never mind that," Gabe said quietly. "It was a long time ago."

He drained the last of his tea and washed his mug quickly, before dropping a kiss on the top of Jordan's head.

"That's for caring enough to get mad."

"Of course I care," Jordan muttered. "You're my brother."

Before Gabe could reply, Jordan snatched up his mug and went up to his bedroom.

He closed his bedroom door and rested his head against it, groaning softly.

His heart, which had been pounding almost painfully in his chest ever since he'd seen Gabriel locked in a passionate embrace with another man, gave a painful squeeze when he pictured the look on Gabriel's face earlier.

I've been treated like meat before.

Jordan felt a sudden pang of sympathy for his brother.

Gabriel didn't deserve to be treated like meat. The again, he didn't deserve the way Jordan treated him sometimes either.

Swallowing the last of his tea, leaving his mug on the dresser beside the door to take downstairs in the morning, Jordan quickly unchanged and slid into bed.

Two hours later he was still awake, tossing and turning beneath his duvet.

Every time he closed his eyes, the picture of Gabriel pressing himself against that guy popped into his head.

And for two hours, he's been inexplicably, unbearably, unwaveringly erect.

Throwing back his duvet with an exasperated growl, Jordan padded across the landing and into the bathroom.

He turned on the shower, stripped off his underwear and stepped into the stream of cool water.

Jordan rested his forehead against the cold tiles hoping fervently that the icy water would calm him quickly.

It didn't.

With a whine of frustration, Jordan slid a hand slowly down his abs. He couldn't afford membership to a gym; he knew that without having to ask Gabe. So he made do with sit-ups and crunches in his bedroom, and playing various sports with his friends as often as possible to keep in shape. He trailed his fingers slowly over the ridges of muscle in his abdomen, not overly prominent, but definitely there.

Would Gabe like my abs?

Jordan hated himself for the thought even as it popped into his head.