Unexpected Love (BOYXBOY)

chapter 2

I woke up the next morning feeling a little groggy, maybe an after-effect of the pills I'd taken the previous night. After spending a few minutes clearing my head of all the cobwebs and recalling the events of the past twenty-four hours, I suddenly noticed that at some point during the night, Ryan had ended up shifting around on the bed and was currently spooning up behind me, with his arm draped over my chest. I could feel his morning erection pressed up against my butt. I'd never been in a position like this and it definitely made me feel a little awkward, but at the same time, I felt safe and comfortable, other than the fact that I really had to pee.

I didn't want to wake him up, however, so I just lay there as still as possible, listening to his soft breathing. Then I heard the door open and the sound of footsteps approaching. My anxiety immediately started building up again as I realized the position we were. I felt whoever had walked into the room crawl up onto the bed, and suddenly Toby's face appeared in front of me, wearing a wry grin ... and, once again, I blushed a deep shade of crimson.

"Good morning, sleepy-head ... I see Ryan's got you in one of his famous death grips," he whispered to me, a devilish grin plastered to his face.

"Ummm ... uhhh ... I, uh ..." That was about all I could seem to articulate at the moment, feeling incredibly uncomfortable, but at least Toby's expression seemed friendly.

"It's okay, man, he always latches on to me when I get the unfortunate privilege of sharing a bed with him. He's a really heavy sleeper, so you can just wrestle yourself away from him and get up if you'd like ... that is unless you'd rather stay here and snuggle with him," he added with a wink.

WHAT IS WITH THESE BROTHERS AND THEIR DAMN WINKING?!?!

"Ummm ... uhhh ... actually, I kind of have to go pee, so I think I'll get up," I managed to say.

With that, I freed myself from Ryan's grip, and he didn't even stir one bit. I walked into the bathroom to relieve myself, and when I came out into the hall, Toby was waiting for me, wearing a wife-beater and white briefs.

"Let's go downstairs and get some breakfast. My mom's working today, and Ry probably won't be up for a couple hours," he said to me.

I just nodded and smiled, following him down the stairs and into the kitchen. I sat down at the kitchen table while Toby got out a couple of bowls and brought them over to the table with a box of Cocoa Puffs and a carton of milk.

"Can I get you some coffee or anything to drink?" he asked.

I was never really a coffee drinker, and actually tried to stay away from caffeine as much as I could, because it tended to make me nervous, but as I saw Toby pouring a cup for himself, I decided that I'd have one with him.

"Sure, with cream and sugar, please," I told him.

He came back to the table, handed me a mug of coffee, and sat down across from me. He poured two bowls of cereal, and while I was only halfway finished with mine, he had already devoured his first bowl and was pouring himself a second. When we'd both finished and he had drained the rest of the milk out of his bowl, he looked up at me with a big grin and a cute milk mustache.

"So, what's your story?" he asked me.

I wasn't really sure what he meant by that, and I didn't really feel like getting into the story of my life with him, so shrugged and said, "There's really nothing much to tell ... I'm just a high school student and play piano in a pub for a part-time job."

"Yeah, that's what you said last night. But there's gotta be more to you than that, huh?"

"Not really. I mean, I guess I'm just an average kid. I'm not into sports or anything like you and your brother, and I'm sure you can tell that I'm not really very good in social situations," I replied, trying not to blush again.