Night life, Double life (boyxboy transgender)

Boyfriend & brother not a good combo

"Ok so let me get this straight. Your boyfriend is coming over?" Jesse says, taking it all in slowly.

"Yeah. I really want my boyfriend t meet my brother." I say to him.

That defensive older brother look crosses his face.

"It's cool, but I want to know all about the guy." He says seriously.

"Why?" I ask worriedly.

"Hey, I know I might not be gay, but you're my little brother and I'm gunna make sure you find the right guy." He says with a wry grin.

I look into those green eyes, grandma's coloured eyes, the colour we both share. A weight is lifted from my heart and mind.

"What do you want to know?" I ask.

"You could start with his name." he suggests, a little sarcastically.

"Marcus Andrews." I squeak out.

"You mean the new guy?" he asks tentatively.

I nod.

"I knew there was something off about him!" he exclaims.

His face lights up. He mumbles a bit to himself. As if remembering that I was watching him expectantly, he clears his throat.

"He is attractive, I'll give you that. I'd just be careful if I were you. I don't completely trust him." He says, running his hand trough his dirty-blonde hair, so similar to mine.

I only look at him expectantly.

"I guess it would be okay." He says uncertainly.

"Yay! I love you Jess!" I squeal and hug him.

"I love you too lil bro." he says and playfully ruffles my hair.

"Doorbell!" I yell, jumping up.

"Sit down, thank you." Jesse says sternly.

Obediently I fall back onto the couch. I swear he's trying to make me nervous. Since I came home from school, I have been bound to the couch. He cleaned the entire house and I just sat there. He started making dinner, a delicious roast, and I just sat there. Finally I was released to shower and change. And when I returned... I sat there. And waited. And sat. and now I'm still sitting. I went for a loose t-shirt with a cute print and a baggy jean. Jesse, on the other hand, stood up, showing off his muscles in a tight t-shirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants. He stretches lazily and looks around the room. He is doing this on purpose... And it's taken me an entire evening to notice. Nervously the doorbell echoes its earlier intrusion. A scowl passes over Jesse's face.

"Impatient, isn't he?" he grumbles.

I look at the door, not knowing what to expect. The door creaks open, inching steadily under Jesse's firm hand. The man on the other side of the door takes my breath away. He is wearing black bootleg denim and a white button up shirt. His sleeves are rolled up above his elbows. He looks my brother up and down from behind his scruffy fringe. A red blush spreads over his face. He awkwardly extends his right hand, greeting my brother, while trying to hide his left hand behind his back. And in that hand a small bouquet of red roses, a few buds dipped in purple paint.

"Goodday sir. I'm Marcus." He says, levelly.

"Sir? How old do I look to you? My name is Jesse." He says with an evil smile.

Marcus winces slightly as Jesse crushes his hand.

"Since you've finally arrived, I'll go and finish up dinner." He says, stalking out of the room.

Marcus slumps noticeably. He steps forward extending the flowers to me. I laugh and fall into his arms and bury my head in his shoulder. He kisses the crown of my head softly. A throat is cleared behind us. Marcus pulls away instantly, but I only laugh.

"Dinner is now ready." Jesse says gruffly.

I smile at him and pull Marcus behind me to the dining room.

An awkward silence descends as we sit around the small table. Each one dishes their own portion of food and eats. The frustrating screech of knives and forks against plates tugs at the solid silence. I can barely look up, consumed by my nervousness. Marcus looks like he's testing every bite for poison. Jesse, on the other hand, radiates such an uninterested, emotionless calm, that clearly establishes him as the one in control.

"Nice weather we're having." I pipe up. The stress elevates my voice by three octaves.

Both Jesse and Marcus look up at me, staring in utter disbelief. As if on cue, the three of us fall into fits of laughter. And through that simple sacrifice, the ice is broken.

The entire room warms up, the light just a little brighter. Jesse and Marcus begin a discussion on football, and I sit back, smiling not wanting to disturb this perfect moment. If it's even possible, my brother's food even seems to taste better! Before I've blinked my eyes three times, the golden moment has passed.

"You kids go and play." Jesse winks. "I'll clean up."

He starts clearing the table. With mum and dad gone so much, he's the closest thing I have to a parent. I blow him a kiss and he catches it, playfully storing it in his pocket. I grab Marcus's hand and lead him to my room.

"I love the colour scheme." He remarks as soon as he walks into the room.

Each wall is black with purple and red swirls and splashes. I just smile.

"What music do you want to listen to?" I ask.

He shrugs uncertainly. I take out my Katie Melua CD and pop it in the player. The soothing bass and piano wash over me.

"You had a nice day?" I ask, sitting down on the bed.

"It was good. Physics was murder though." He says, sitting down next to me.

Silence descends again.

"I started reading this great boo-"

His lips interrupt my statement, pressing ever so softly against mine. I gasp in surprise, but he smiles and lifts his forefinger to my lips.

"Shhhhhhh..." the breath whistles through his teeth.

Slowly he lowers me onto my back, his body on top of mine. My one hand snakes around his neck, the other tangles with his hair. The pressure on my body increases as his tongue teases my lips, searching for an opening. I let him in, allowing his tongue to entertain mine. My hands slide over his chest, slipping over every contour, accidentally unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. He pulls away, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He slowly, sensually slips out of his shirt. Gently he tugs at mine. I allow it to slowly slide from my chest. Instead of giving him a chance to do whatever he plans, I pull him back onto me, kissing his face. He collapses back on top of me, deepening his kiss. His slick body slides on mine, our skins touching. I gasp for breath. He uses the intermission to slide to my neck. He bites softly, making me moan. I know he's gunna leave a mark on me. His hands glide over my chest and pause at my pant-line. Slowly it slides in and pauses over the bulge in my pants. My pupils contract in fear. He notices something is wrong.

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I now it's horrible and rushed and and just so darn horrible!!! But (I think) the next chapter will be better and the last one :)