ALEX:
I felt physically sick walking around hand in hand with Him, my beloved Dorian's tormentor, but I swallowed it, tossing him a plastic smile, he smiled back and I suppressed a shiver, they really were terribly similar. I thought Dorian was over reacting when he coached us over and over all the scenarios as to what to do if Dillon tried to take his place, but I still paid attention and parroted back his responses and kept it firmly in mind to 'just act natural' like he was still Dorian and not to raise suspicion, that he was dangerous beyond my comprehensive capacities. The phrase now left a bad taste in the back of my throat, how could we have teased him? The phrase 'just act natural ' had become a running joke between us all. "So what do you wanna do after school, babe?" I ask, swinging his hand a little bit like I do with his brother.
He shrugged, pretending to be shy, pfft, he doesn't know his brother at all if that's how he's playing it. "Probably study... I wanna keep my good grades..."
I smirked at him roguishly, pulling him against myself, pressing his hips to mine, another key that this wasn't my boyfriend. This morning in the parking lot, firstly, Dorian would've had my balls for that kinda PDA, secondly, he'd have been hard as a diamond, but he was limp as he is now. "I could help... You know just how good I am with anatomy, baby." I winked, I didn't have it in me to call him Dorian. He looked physically sick for a tick before smoothing it over with a giggle.
"Somehow, I don't think much book-learning would get done with you in my room...." Dillon purred in to my shoulder. Wrong, Dorian always whispers in to my neck. It's why I spray my cologne there, he loves the mixture of sweet and spicy, as much as I loved the feeling of his lips on my throat. The creepy little psycho gave me another simpering, love sick smile, and I returned it while trying to keep my lunch down.
I smirked and shoved the creepy little dick against the wall beside him, instantly pressing my chest to his like static cling, groping near the back of his thighs-hey, if I had to be sickened and uncomfortable, so did this mother fucker. The knock had taken the breath out of him and he let out a sharp little gasp, trying not to let it show how disgusted he was by me and my overly gay antics. I nuzzled his throat and fisted my hand in his hair, tugging enough to make the action go from erotic to slightly violent and he bit out half a curse. "Aw, come on, baby, you know you like it a little rough, don't you?" I ground my hips against his, nipping his neck roughly. I pressed him hard against the wall, sending him the silent message that I was stronger than him and could easily over power him.
I was gonna break this fucker and he was gonna snap and reveal himself and lead me to his brother if it killed me. On a side note, I couldn't even imagine a brother treating another in this or any way that Dorian had painstakingly confided in me in...Max and I were inseparable and always had been. We watched each other's backs and when I came out to him, crying and sobbing, humiliated that even after everything that had happened to me as a kid, I was still gay. I begged him to tell me that that hadn't been what turned me gay and he had taken me to the library and checked out every book and article on homosexuality with a straight face and researched the hell out of it before typing up a twenty page research paper for me to show me exactly how intensively most scientist believed that homosexuality was something you were born with but that no person was strictly born straight, that the homosapien was a biologically bisexual mammal by design and that centuries of religion created to control the masses were written by sexually repressed men. He didn't just pat my head and tell me that I was wonderful and perfect the way I was the way our mom's did. He didn't kiss my head and tell me it was a phase like half my chick friends at the time did. He went above and beyond anything that I could've expected and put weeks of his life in to telling me that there was nothing wrong with me with the help of professionals-scientist and psychologist. It quieted my inner battle better than anything else and when I cried on his chest thanking him over and over again, he just smiled, kissed my brow line and said "Yeah, well, I'm not opposed to some dude on dude myself, little brother, so, I wanted to know myself anyway." As if to downplay all his hard work that he'd put himself through just for me. We both knew that he had no shame in his own sexuality. That all of that was for me. Almost everything big that my brother ever did, it was for me. I don't even know how many girlfriends or boyfriends he blew off for me, either for sneering their nose at his and my closeness or jetting mid dinner date because I called crying, or any number of things.
