Every Boy's Fantasy - PART TWO of Guns & Roses

What's Love Got to do With It?

Caleb excused himself around nine, kissed that smooth bend of neck while Christian settled in for a movie, and said, "I'll be back soon, just a little business to handle."

Chris just turned his face and smiled, eyes easy and very warm. "Sure. Hurry back. I wanted to watch Survivor but I don't want to watch without you."

Caleb just laughed softly, pressed his mouth to those very sweet lips, walked out, shut the door, and went to the parlor. He opened the door and found Andrew and Darren already there, lingering in wait from his earlier text.

Drew smiled blandly at him, and Darren looked a little tired but that was it. "So, what are we doing?"

Caleb didn't look very amused, went to his desk, opened the bottom drawer, and both of them perked up when he pulled out a very familiar item that out of context, looked a little like fetish gear.

It was a tight, leather glove, reddish brown, with padded knuckles, and open fingers. Just one, for his right hand.

"We're going to chat with a friend. I figured you both might want to tag along, but," He straightened and put it into his jacket. He looked very clean-cut for the occasion, very business-dressed, and almost unassuming in gray and black. It was also a cheap suit, which meant he wouldn't give a damn if it got incinerated. "...in this, you two don't say a fucking word to Christian."

Drew frowned at him, suddenly very curious. "Chris doesn't usually ask about anything anyway."

Caleb just looked at him with hard flinty eyes. "I'm not saying he will. I'm saying, that you're going to find out some personal business, and if I hear, in any capacity, you two said a goddamn thing to him about it, without him directly giving you said information first, I'm going to bust both your kneecaps."

He came around the desk under those familiar very intrigued, very interested serious sets of eyes. "However, Chris is now a member of the household and as much as you both strive to make him welcome and all, which I appreciate, you're both also callus fucking ingrates," To which Drew didn't have much to argue against, but clearly annoyed his youngest brother. "And some of the shit out of your mouths I can't really correct, you understand, without him opening his mouth. So, that being said, opportunity presents itself, you're both home, and I figure this will be a good exercise in curbing those fucking mouths and maybe," He snapped it. Really, it wasn't anything new for them to be under his hard-eyed scrutiny or lacerating commentary of their character flaws. "Give you a little insight and let us all bond like God intended Walkers to bond."

Drew laughed and stood, and at least, Caleb had texted him not to be in joggers or anything so crass. They had expected to leave the house, and he had just thrown on jeans and a long-sleeved tee, he had put on some slip-on Nikes and called it good. Darren looked very typically himself, with the chain, the bright pink, red, and navy hoodie he had taken a liking to, and black shredded jeans but now, he looked at his expensive shoes and frowned.

"I'll have to replace these probably." He lamented it but climbed to his feet with an exhale.

Drew just beamed at his oldest sibling and clapped his shoulder, felt a thrill start deep in the dark part of his psyche that really, really liked this kind of thing. "Don't worry bro, we'll be good. Contrary to your poor opinions of us, we do know when to keep a secret."

Caleb just looked between them, flicked a brow, and pointed to the door. "Then let's go."