Brother-in-Lust [A Nigerian Gay/MM Story]

CHAPTER TWENTY

Later that night, after several rounds of pizza and beer and Netflix, Julia is tipsy and sleepy. I pick her up in my arms and take her to the room.

"Oooh!" Julia says drunkenly, as I pick her up. "J.J. cover your ears. We're going to fuck. Loudly."

J.J. says nothing. I'm tempted to look back at him but don't.

I take Julia to the room, change her out of her clothes and tuck her in. She reaches for me and tries to make out.

"You're drunk, babe. Sleep it off."

"Booo!", she says sleepily as she hugs the pillow. "You're no fun."

And seconds later, she's fast asleep.

I take the duvet and cover her with it because she likes the AC extremely cold.

I turn the lights out, turn the AC down to 16 degrees and am about to head out when I feel my stomach rumble. I duck into the bathroom to use the toilet. I whip my phone out of my pocket before I pull my pants down and take a seat. I've barely unlocked my phone when a text comes in.

Why are you still in there?

Dimeji...

Touch her while I'm still in this house
and I'll never come here again.

                                         Lol. Will you calm the
                                          fuck down? She's asleep.

<seen, no response>

                                           I'm taking a shit.

<seen>

                                            Should I send proof?

                                            I can snap it and show you.

<seen>

                                             It's a big one.

                                             Big for me at least.

                                            You dey handle big

                                               things normally.

Lol. Idiot.

I open my camera app and snap a selfie on the toilet, with my dick hanging outside the bowl. I send the pic to him in the chat.

                                See? He's not in anybody's vagina.

                                Just out here chillin'.

😂 You're a fool, I swear.

Just hurry up and get out here.
I need to question you about this watch.

FOUR THOUSAND DOLLARS??!

                           😒 I can't hear you. Network.

Lol. Ode.

I'm waiting...

I roll my eyes as I wash up, flush the toilet and head back out to the living room. I find J.J. in the kitchen getting some water. I feel a bit of déjà vu from Friday night.

Part of me can't believe that was just two days ago. It feels like a whole week.

"So...four grand.", he says, turning to face me as soon as I walk in.

"So...Mike.", I say in response, resting my shoulder against the door frame, arms folded.

"Urgh!", he says. "Let's not go there."

"Why not?"

"Because it's not worth talking about."

"So, you didn't come back for him?"

He pauses. "Not really but kind of?"

I raise my eyebrow at him.

"These travel guys came to do some promo thing at our school and I won half-off flight tickets. It was going to expire so I thought I should use them now. Flights are already cheaper this time of year so I would pay even less and coincidentally, Mike's birthday is around this time too so... two birds, one flight."

I nod repeatedly. "Interesting." I say. "So, you ARE fucking. Because nobody does international travel for their guy's birthday if they not sucking each other off."

A slow smile spreads across J.J.'s face as he steps closer to me. "Are you jealous?" he whispers.

"No." I say firmly, shrugging non-chalantly. "Just asking a question."

"Riight.", he says laughing through his nose as he walks past me and heads to his room.
I follow.

"Are you or aren't you?" I ask, closing the door behind me.
He sits on the bed. "Yeah, we fool around." He shrugs.

"Fool around or fuck?" I ask, trying to keep my voice even. I've never even met the guy and I already want to separate his head from his neck.

"Both.", he says, smirking at me. He's obviously enjoying what this is doing to me.

I take a deep breath in so I can chill the fuck out. "Cool." I say, starting to pace around the room casually. "So how do you two know each other? Where did you meet him?"

"We've been neighbours for years. His house is right next to ours."

"Boy next door." I scoff. "Cute."

He laughs. "This reaction is giving me so much joy, I swear."

"Do you bottom for him?" I finally blurt out the question that's been gnawing at my brain since Julia said his name.

"Huh?"

I look him in the eye. "Does. He. Fuck. You?"

"Does it matter?"

I shrug. "Just curious."

"Yeah. That's why your nostrils are flared and that vein in your forehead is about to pop.", he mocks.

I blink twice.

I know it's highly irrational but I'm not finding this nearly as amusing.

"Yes, we fuck. No, I don't bottom. He does.", he says. "But only because he's completely useless as a top."

I relax slightly. I know the fact that he doesn't bottom with Mike doesn't mean he doesn't do it with anyone else but what - or more like who - I don't know about won't mess with my fucking head.

"You're sure you don't want to try? I'm a pretty good top." He says, half joking, half serious. "And it feels really good."

I roll my eyes and continue pacing. "I'm good, thanks."

"Hey.", he says.

I look at him.

He taps the bed beside him. "Come sit."

I hesitate. "I shouldn't."

"You really shouldn't.", he says, looking at me.

"Yeah." I say, softly. " I really shouldn't. Good night, J."

Then I turn around and head out.