No Greater Love (BxB)

Welcome Home

*Hey guys! So, this is chapter 1 for a new story I'm starting! The original idea and plot are from my oneshots! Please go check 'em out if you haven't! The characters may change in appearance and personality!*

Welcome Home

Damon's POV

I pulled my SUV up the familiar driveway. The large two story stood in the middle of a nice neighborhood. The warm sun shone down, but a cool breeze swept by. The snow was just beginning to melt and everything had that earthy smell. It was defiantly a Minnesota spring. The birds sang as I got two of my suitcases and rolled them up to the door.

Knowing the key was hidden under one of the bricks, I took it out. Unlocking the door, I walked into my house. Er, parents house. I'd been moved out for turned 8 years, but am moving back in for my parents. Grandma died last month and grandpa moved in last week. Mom and dad needed some help and asked me to move back in. And now, I'm back home.

At 25, I was an adult. And Lukas... he just turned 18. I hadn't seen him in years. I wonder what he looks like. I'd grown from a gangly teenager to a mature man. I was 6' 1", tan, muscular, with dark hair and blue eyes. Had Lukas grown up like I had?

I made my way to my old bedroom and opened the door. The walls had been painted dark brown, the bed brown and creme.The curtains were red and creme. And the wooden floor covered in a red rug. Huh, mom and dad redecorated it. And the room was sexy! I approved. The connected bathroom led to Lukas' room. Yes, me and Lukas shared a bathroom. This was going to be awkward.

I set my suitcases by the door and flopped onto my bed. The flight from New York had been tiring. I let myself day dream, and my mind wondered to Lukas. He had been such a cute kid. Would he still be cute? Was he doing good in school? What's he like now?

I heard the garage door opening and I opened my eyes. My family was home. I shrugged off the jacket I had on and ran down the stairs. The door opened and I saw Grandpa Rudy step through. Behind him, mom and dad stepped through. They saw me and mom squealed. "Damon!" she said, running over to me. I smiled and hugged her. "Hey mom!" I said.

Dad came over and gave me a hug. "How ya been son? The flight was good?" he asked. I smiled and nodded. "Yeah. But really tiring." he nodded. Grandpa came over and gave me a hug. "There's my oldest grandson." He said fondly. I always loved Grandpa Rudy. He was man of few words.I looked over my family and frowned. "Where is Lukas?" I asked. Mom giggled.

"Oh, he's with Jack. He's sleeping over there. Don't worry. He'll be back tomorrow morning." She said. Immediately, a pang of disappointment hit me. And a bit of jealously. Who was Jack? I know, I know. It's sick. I have feelings for my little brother. But I couldn't help it!

Mom grabbed my hand and led me to the table. "Sit down and and tell us about New York! How was it? Did you make new friends? Any girlfriends or boyfriends?" She asked. I sighed. Oh great, Just what i wanted. To explain about the past 7 years of my life to my mom. note the sarcasm.

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Three hours later it was eight o'clock. I was beat after my day and from talking for three hours. Mom had no mercy! Her mouth was non-stop questions! I'm pretty sure she never breathed.

I took off my pants and shirt and hopped into bed in my black Calvin Klein boxers. I turned out the light and closed my eyes.

Someone wrapped their hands around my waist. I couldn't see who it was, because it was dark. Whoever it was small, but slender. They had soft hair, soft skin, firm muscles, and sparkling blue eyes. The eyes seemed to glow with love. It made my stomach erupt with butterflies.

The person's hand slowly felt their way up my abs, and that's when I noticed I was naked. The soft, pale hands sensually caressed my skin, making me hard. I could feel light, warm breath fanning over my lower half and I let out  a moan as the hot breath hit my erection. Whoever it was, was about to kiss my head and-

I awoke with a start, panting. I was painfully hard and sweaty. With a deep breath, I got out of my bed. I manages to get in the bathroom without causing myself more pain and turning on a cold shower. I took off my boxers and grimaced. Jesus, I was so swollen. I hopped in the shower and cringed at the freezing droplets. They hit my skin everywhere and I let out a breath of relief as my 'problem' started getting better.

Without anything bugging me, I started washing. I wash and conditioned my hair, washed my body, but decided to skip shaving. I liked a bit of a shadow on my face. Turning off the water, I got out a wrapped a towel around my waist. In my room I unpacked a dark blue polo and jeans. I put on deodorant and cologne and got dressed. Walking downstairs, I rand my hair through my damp, dark hair a few times.

I could smell bacon and ran into the kitchen. Hey, it's bacon! Mom put a plate of bacon next to a large stack of pancakes on the table. I immediately went over and pecked her cheek. "Morning ma." I greeted her. She smiled. My mom was such a pretty woman.

"Morning hun. Sit down and eat! I made plenty." She said. I did just that and picked up five pieces of bacon and 4 fluffy pancakes. I drowned them in syrup and started eating. I moaned. When did mom become such a good cook?! I gobbled the rest of my breakfast down and drank a big glass of orange juice.

I heard some kind of motorcycle and got suspicious. I looked out the kitchen window and saw a red Harley Davidson in the driveway. A buff guy got off and helped a cute blond off. The cute blonde was probably 5' 4", and had blue eyes and pale skin. He was incredibly attractive and I felt my mouth water looking at his pink, full lips.

Mom came up behind me. "Oh your brother is here! and his friend is Jack!" she said before walking away. Wait, the little blonde angel was Lukas? My brother? Sweet God. He looked good. he's aged so well. He didn't look 18. He looked 15, at most. But not in a bad way.

The taller guy gave Lukas a peck on the cheek and I felt jealousy and anger well up in me. The guy, Jack, had a dark appearance. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin. Most likely Spanish. Damn, he was good looking. I didn't like the idea of him being with Lukas.

Jack got on his bike and drove off. I saw the front door open and clenched my jaw. Lukas' voice rang out, the voice of an angel. "I'm home!" he turned and his gaze locked with mine.

"Lukas." I choked out.

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How ya like Number 1?! I loved it!

Pic of Lukas (Christian Fortune) on side>

~Savior <3