Mistakes Were Made; A Brojohn Story

Introductions

  Today was the day. The day that I'd finally get to see my best bro for the first time in a year.
Since it was my last summer before my senior year, my dad had agreed to let me stay the summer with the Strider brothers in Texas, along with Jade and Rose who were staying close by. From what I understood, the two had been put up in a nice little townhouse owned by Jade's grandpa. God only knows why and how he got that...
It wasn't long after the bus ride from the airport to reach their apartment complex. I climbed the stairs, ending two floors up and nervously ringing the bell. Just seconds from my hand leaving the button it was swung open to reveal a dimly lit mess of an apartment, a tall figure cutting off most of my view.
"H-hi? I'm looking for, uh-"
"Dave!" The man called over his shoulder and beckoned me inside the flat. I blinked, having to adjust to the dim of the room.
"John!" I grinned, turning to my best bro and dropping my bags to give him a running hug.
  "Dave! Whoa, you got taller! And... Tanner!" A small lopsided smile made its way on his face.
"You got cuter." I snorted and shoved him.
"I don't think your boyfriend would approve."
"Well karkitty ain't here, is he?" He grinned and dipped me, trying to smother me in fake kisses while I giggled and tried to push him off.
"Dave! Haha. Get off, you dumbass!" He dropped me onto the floor with a smirk. "I don't really know what I expected from that, honestly."
"Dave, quit mackin' on your boy. And don't think I don't know about your freshman year crush."
"BRO!" A blade flew past the elder striders face, which he caught with ease.
"I'm off. Don't have sex in my apartment while I'm gone." Dave stifled a groan and I chuckled awkwardly, the action contradicting the fierce blush covering my face. The door shut behind him, and Dave picked up my bags and led me to his room.
"Sorry my bro is such a fuckass." I laughed.
"He's funny. Maybe you're the fuckass, Dave." I teased, tossing a smuppet at his back. Without so much as looking back, he took a smooth step to the right and avoided it with practiced grace. "Show off..." I muttered.
He turned back around at sat next to me on his bed. "Any word from the girls?" I shook my head.
"Not since yesterday. Rose said they'll be here sometime tomorrow." He nodded.
"Guess we've got the day to ourselves. Any special requests?" I looked out his window thoughtfully.
"Movie?"
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Twenty minutes later we were curled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn between us, legs tangled together and Rocky Horror Picture Show playing. To others we definitely looked like a couple; the truth was we'd both seriously considered it.
In our freshman year, we went to the same high school. We both knew that Dave had been crushing on me for awhile, but I was strictly heterosexual. One night during a party, he pulled me into a closet and we ended up making out for ten and a half minutes (Jade secretly sat outside the door and timed us). He got over me pretty fast after that, and I realized that I most definitely liked guys. Ever since then we'd been insanely close and perfectly platonic.
"Touch me touch me, I wanna feel diiirtttty!" I laughed at Dave's impression of Janet's ridiculously high voice.
"Poor Brad." I noted as Rocky Horror and Janet went at it. Dave snorted.
"Poor Brad nothin. He screwed Frank N. Furter, remember?"
"Yeah but Janet slept with every male lead except the greasy guy and her own fiancé. And made out with Columbia!" I cried.
"Wait, she didn't fuck the doctor or the motor bike guy!" He argued.
"I guess that's fair. But you can't argue that she got handsey with more people than Brad." He shrugged. 
"I guess. But you can't really blame her; I know you'd like a piece of Rocky too." I laughed and pushed him off.
"I gotta pee. Don't eat all the popcorn again or I swear to god Dave I will stab you this time."
"Uh huh. You just wanna go jack off to Rocky Horror." I stuck my tongue out at him as I walked down the hall. On my way, I realized I forgot where the bathroom was. The hallway had four doors; two were Dave's and a closet, but the last two were either the restroom or Bro Strider's room.
On a whim I pulled open the first one. Inside was a thin bed littered with the abhorred plushes and loads of shitty katanas. I mean, there were way too many of both to be anywhere near normal. I already knew Bro was a bit of a... Well, an "odd duck" as my nana would say.
My nana was a kind old woman, but she would have desperately undersold the man's crazy. I stepped inside without thinking, closing the door with a soft tap behind me and flicking on the lights. Now illuminated, the room got even weirder. I was distracted from the strange decor by a glowing screen in the corner of the cramped room; Bro's laptop. It looked surprisingly expensive and sleek, completely different from its owner.
Against my better judgement I sat down in the desk chair and began to fiddle with it. As soon as I touched the mouse pad, it lit up even brighter. To my surprise, it was unlocked, as if he wanted me to look through it. No, that was ridiculous. Why would Bro want his little brothers friend looking through his stuff? How would he even know I'd be in here? No, he must have left it open by accident.
I clicked on the orange bar at the bottom of the screen and opened his most recent tab. No harm in a little good natured snooping, right? I mean, I'd be in and out way before anything could happen. Though I should leave before Dave starts to get suspicious... I was about to return the laptop the way I'd found it when the tab popped open. My eyes nearly pushed out of my skull; it was his "business". "Oh my god." I whispered. Pages upon pages of.... Porn. So, so, much porn. Guy, girls, girls and girls and guys and guys... I briefly caught the words Mr. Cal. I frantically tried to minimize the tab, accidentally deleting it and opening a second one in the process. "Shit! Shit shit shit shiiiiiit!" I finally noticed what was on the tab and my mouth dropped open. "Holy....." This page just so happened to be his bank account. 
And the striders were fucking loaded!
"Havin' fun over there, sugar?" I shot out of the seat, slamming the laptop closed and tumbling out of the chair, sending it crashing behind me as I straightened up and looked at Bro Strider in terror.
"I-I- I can explain! I, uh.-"
"As much as I'd like to hear your scared-shitless explanation, it doesn't matter." He stated. He was leaning in the doorway, his face the picture of passivity. I stared.
"Wha... Whaddaya mean...?" Finally he smirked.
"You're gonna make it up to me."

This is my first fanfiction, but I don't think it'll be too shitty. I'll probably update pretty frequently, so look forward to that. Smut ahead! This book is going to be full of smut, as I'm sure you know. So read on, ya horny freaks.