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

Rumblings In The Night

Caleb had been very set, to kick the hell out of one of his younger brothers. As soon as midnight hit, he had just opened the door of Drew's room, found him alone, and veered for Darren's, ready to drag his ass right out the door.

Until he got there.

He didn't catch them in some act of kama sutra level coitus, or a shower, or giggling behind hands playing spin-the-bottle. He found them on the couch, dead asleep, with a sitcom on, fully dressed, and honestly, they looked so comfortable coiled together that it sort of gave Caleb a real pause and killed his fury that fast.

Honestly, he looked at Chris, with his stolen hood up, nestled between the curve of his brother's thighs, sleeping like the dead, and God damn but the man was beautiful in any light or position. He had one hand locked through Darren's, and Darren was out with a hand behind his head; it was very natural, very organic, and very...comfortable and not just in position.

He realized at that moment, that he had never actually seen his youngest brother easy. Ever.

He was always amped, always moving, almost always a little pissed off, a little lost in his head always. Too smart for his own good most days, and that intellect had always given him a leg up but also had given him a serious run for the Gold Medal of angst and depression in his life. A give and take for him for as long as Caleb could recall.

It occurred to him, that he and Christian were very good for each other.

Darren was like the ultimate tear-into-a-mind type of person. Nothing was beneath his interest, and everything dark and jaded called his name, but also, unlike himself and Drew, Darren was naturally empathetic, was a great conversationalist, listener and when he wasn't being a monster, he had a natural knack for getting people to talk, pulling out uncomfortable details, and then smoothing them out with well-placed commentary, insights or humor.

He was very funny, very witty, and very secretly was Caleb's favorite brother even though they wanted to kill each other more often than not. Frankly, he was positive Darren was everyone's favorite brother, child, nephew, and Grandson. Didn't matter that he was more spoiled than a King, or that he was wildly irresponsible at times.

He was eighteen, carried a lot of weight, and handled it all with a lot more finesse than he surely had had when he was his age.

And when he contrasted that to Chris?

It was almost entirely what the man needed. He needed a force of nature like that, to kind of rip him out of his shell, and not just with Caleb, but with a more neutral third party. Someone not quite as intense as he was by nature, and a little more free with his humors and quirks outside a bedroom to lighten up his life, and interactions with people.

Caleb wasn't insecure. He knew he and Chris were set in stone; that wasn't the issue.

He had been wildly jealous sure, thinking that Chris had just spent six hours locked in a room fucking one of his brothers, but instead, he saw empty food plates, the TV on, and just...he got it. Chris needed a friend and frankly so did Darren.

They both were wildly internalizing, wildly antisocial at heart, and neither of them liked a goddamn soul easily, outside of maybe four individuals. Not in a way that was meaningful or connective.

He exhaled and pushed fingers through his hair, got his temper in check, went to Darren's bed to gather a coverlet, and knew he was going soft when he just covered them both and flipped off the TV.

Of course, Christian slept like a feather, and he shifted, reached out, and caught his pant leg. "I'll come. What time is it?" Clearly, he was still almost asleep, eyes barely open, and Caleb just squatted down and kissed his forehead.

"Late. Don't worry about it, baby. Get some sleep."

"Are you sure? I'll come to bed." It was barely a coherent mumble, and Caleb smiled.

"It's okay. Stay comfortable. I'll see you in the morning." He kissed that very sweet mouth, and Chris just nodded, and was out that fast all over again.

He exhaled, shook himself, and figured what the hell?

If it had been Drew, that fucker, he would have plucked Chris' ass up right out the door. But Drew was a whole different animal than Darren.

First, he was the most selfish, sociopath he had ever known, was sure, if it wasn't for family ties, he wouldn't have given a fuck about anything else but money, and getting his hedonistic desires fully sated in his soul. He was fun, funny, wild, and a great time; he was also, not at all who he would want Christian to be as vulnerable around as some.

He just didn't connect on the same level in his life in the ways of gentle traits, and empathy and sure as hell didn't do sympathy well, had no off button, and would play nice until he wasn't feeling it, and that was fine. Caleb didn't have to fuck him or be anything but his brother, but Chris?

He didn't mind if they fooled around, but fuck, he'd be god damned if Chris ended up curled on Andrew's couch for a night in with TV and Rachel's.

Darren though? That one he was okay with and he'd tell that to their faces any time of the day.

He was also tired as well, and just took his ass back out the door, called his night, and left to find his own vast and comfortable bed.