Mistakes Were Made; A Brojohn Story

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We'd spent the whole day walking around town, just the four of us. As our outing ended, we parted ways and stumbled back to our respective houses in a happy exhaustion. Though he was good at hiding it, I could tell Dave was about to fall asleep standing, so I let him nap on my shoulder the bus ride home; something that seemed to be becoming a pattern. 
I nudged him awake and pulled him out the doors at our stop, practically dragging him up the stairs and into his flat. "We're back!" I called, looking around the apartment for any sign of bro but finding nothing. I shrugged and pulled Dave into his room.
"Whas' going on?" He slurred and I plopped him onto his bed, tucking him in.
"You've been exhausted for the past hour, take a nap." I kissed him on the forehead then closed his door with a soft snap and padded to the kitchen, planning to get a snack and go back to his room.
"Hmm da hmmm, getting some goldfish, hum de hu-"
"You always talk to yourself, or is it just when your boyfriends' not around?" I sighed without turning around.
"Do you want me to leave?" I asked carefully, stilling my hands over the bowl.
"Why would I want that, sugar?" I whipped around, unable to hide the disgusted look on my face.
"Sugar?!" He laughed.
"Habit." He pushed himself off the table he was leaning against and made his way towards me. "But now it's your nickname." I would have been annoyed, but the man was edging worryingly close to my face. He was a bit taller than me; my head only went a bit above his nose. But good lord, he was bending over me, one hand planted on the cabinet just above my head, the other resting on the counter by my arm and effectively trapping me in.
I would have been annoyed at that too, if it weren't for the fact that I was rather enjoying looking at him so close. I could just barely make out the glint of his eyes through his shades.
No! My face reddened. One half of me screamed. Don't be gay, dude! It's Dave's brother! The other half knocked the first out cold.
Bro snickered and I flushed harder. "What are you laughing at?!" His hand left the counter to stroke my cheek and I shivered, involuntarily leaning into his rough fingers.
"You're blushing." He noted.
"I'm hot!" I muttered.
"Damn straight."  he whispered and connected our lips. My eyes widened only to flutter shut a moment later, leaning into the kiss with a passionate  hunger. He easily snaked his tongue into my mouth, making me gasp and moan. I threw my arms around his neck, thoughtlessly allowing him to pick me up by my ass and set me on the counter, where I wound my legs around his waist and my hands into his hair.
We were animals, rabid with the need to be closer, hotter, faster. After what seemed like hours he broke us apart, dipping his lips to my neck. I tilted my head unconsciously as he licked and kissed, finding a spot that made me moan like a bitch and sucking on it.
Through my gasps and moans, a thought made its way into clarity; I was making out with Bro Strider, my best friend's older brother. My eyes widened and I pushed him off, both of us out of breath, chests heaving. I lowered my gaze to the floor and rubbed my arm.
"We can't." He looked at me, completely unreadable behind his glasses. Then he just... Turned and left, leaving me with a red face and lump in my shorts.