Star-crossed Mates

Arm wrestling

"You got to be kidding" I proclaimed looking down at the cracked foldable dinner table . Nicolai and Cassius laughed obnoxiously hitting each other in the arms back and forth. "He did it, not me" Cassius said pointing at his brother whom was so engulfed in laughter his face was a shade away from purple. The two had been arm wrestling and broken the cheaply made furniture in the process.

"For the life of me, I don't get y'all" my eyes rolled sarcastically, As I plopped down hard on the old leather couch. "Believe me baby, you wouldn't want to" Cassius smirked. His hand gripped my hips and slid me to him effortlessly. The man was stout, though I'd never personally seen him working out his appearance couldn't hide his gym commitments. I let myself sink into his familiarness.

"Cassius" Nicolai said snapping his attention back to his brother "shut the fuck up" he mocked. I watched as his own eyes rolled, before he too sat down comfortably onto the sofa. Six months ago if you would have asked me how I spent my Saturday evenings, I never would have guessed it would be in the presence of my newly found hot boyfriend and his equally hot brother in the cabin house of their family owned compound.

The two were inseparable and while I didn't mind  Nicolai the majority of the time, sometimes I wondered what alone time would be like. We had 'dtr'ed' several months ago and could never manage more than a few minutes of making out at a time. Sexual tension was prominent to say the least.

"Be mad ass hat, your only mad you thought I couldn't put up a fight" Cassius admitted his defeat. My eyes averted to his still pumped bicep, and I secretly day dreamed about what it would look like flexing when his hands were around my throat. He was Ripped, I'm not sure how he managed to lose. Although Nicolai was stacked himself. "you sound happy you lost" Nicolai challenged, raising an eyebrow in his little brothers direction.

I huffed at the masculinity displayed by each of them. "what you want a turn, think you can beat these guns" Cassius pulled away flexing his biceps to the room arrogantly. I smirked. He knew what he was doing. "How could I possibly think I could beat the great Cassius" I said playfully. A side smile tugged at his lips and he bobbed his head slowly, bouncing his loose dark curls. "good girl" his words, darkened the once light energy we shared.

I felt a quick twist in my stomach, a sort of tugging sensation longing for fulfillment. Without my permission my checks flushed, and rather quickly I was reminded of his brothers presence. My eyes widened. 'Please god don't notice how much that effected me' I begged. Quickly my gaze shifted to my boyfriends brother only to be met with my worst nightmare.

Nicolai's eyes pierced through my skin and straight to my soul, I felt as if my darkest desires were being analyzed. His jaw clenched, and his eyes worked their way up my body to rest on my horrendously red face. There was something present in his stare I couldn't quite place, disgust, humor, neither?  Embarrassment washed over me.

Typically I would not have let such a small phrase effect me so violently, but Cassius had spent months working me up only for something, or rather someone to interrupt and disturb my much needed relief.

"Get a room" Nicolai's tone answered none of my previous questions and he turned his body away from us quickly, and I was filled with nothing but more humiliation. "fuck don't you think I've tried". Cassius replied grabbing the remote and selecting a show to play in passing. "every time I get a second, you barge in and ruin it." the phrase meant to be a joke, contained the tiniest bit of sternness, and I could tell Cassius felt the same way about his brothers presence that I did.

Nicolai leaned back against the couch, folding his arms against his chest. His short sleeve shirt raised slightly exposing more definition in his strong physique. "not my damned fault, y'all wanna get freaky at dumb hours" he said without moving his gaze from the scary movie that played in front of him.