Stepbrothers

Chapter Twenty-Three - Answers

Chapter Twenty-Three - Answers

«Adam»

"I am so sorry about my mom," Jace sigh as he pulled into my driveway.  I ate with Jace and his family, his mom had interrogated us on our relationship. Her first question was how many time have we had sex, which made everyone at the table choke on their food -- even Rick. 

"Jace, you don't have to keep apologizing. It's my fault anyway. You're mom would have looked up yaoi if it wasn't for me," I laughed, trying to contain it as Jace just sighed again. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" I jump out of the truck closing the door.

"See you tomorrow," he gave a small smile before pulling out and driving off.

I took out my phone checking the time. It was only 8:30, so I didn't have to climb in a window to get in the house. The front door never got locked until nine, so I was just in time.

I walked in, and all the lights were off but it was light enough outside for me to see properly.

"Anyone home?" I called out, ready to regret it if the witch came stalking out of a dark corner. But there was no response. Silence consumed the air, which I didn't completely hate.

I walked into the kitchen, going to the fridge and grabbing some ice tea. I turned around to see a chest, and I sighed. "Why am I always cornered in the kitchen?" 

"You tell me," Tony said, taking a step back and letting me slip past him to the counter.

I grabbed a cup pouring myself a drink. "Want some?" I asked as his hands appeared on either side of me on the counter. 

"I want answers," he said coldly in my ear as I took a drink from my glass.

"I can't give answers if you don't ask questions," I said, keeping my head down as I stared at my glass.

"Was that Jace in our room that night?" Tony ask.

"Yes," I answered, watching as his hands slowly formed into firsts against the marble countertops.

"Why were you crying?" 

I stayed silent, taking a sip of my drink. The sound of the glass against the marble seemed to echo through the air as I set my drink down.

"Well?" He said, irritation in his voice.

"Well ask a different question," I shot back, wanting to leave. I knew there was no way though. Tony wanted answers and the longer I made him wait the worse the situation was going to get. I picked up my glass again, it being my only distraction. This time Tony grabbed it, pulling it out of my hand and throwing it into the sink.

I clenched my teeth as I heard the glass broke against the metal. He was serious.

"I want you to answer my question," He growled.

"I don't want to answer your question."

He grabbed my shoulder, turning me to face him. "Adam--"

"Tony," I pleaded out, "just ask a different question." 

He sighed, letting me go and taking a step back. "Do you really even like Jace?" he asked, going over to the fridge and rummaging in it.

"I do," I said, walking over to the sink and picking the glass out of it. Jena would blame me if she found this.

He just sighed, closing the fridge with a pudding cup in his hands. "Let me help," he said, walking over to me and started picking glass out of the sink.

I glance over at him, I noticed he was still wearing the same clothes from the double date. I couldn't help but look at his shirt. It looked soft, and I wanted to touch it.

"What?" Tony asked, probably noticing my wondering eyes.

"Nothing," I said looking away. "You just have a nice shirt."

"Nice?" he snickered. "It's just a gray t-shirt."

"I know, it just looks soft," I said, continuing to pick up the glass in the sink.

"Do you want to touch it?" Tony asked, making me pause for a second.

"Can I?" I asked, picking up the glass in my hands and going over to the trash.

"Sure," he said, following behind me with his own little handful of glass.

He stood in front of me, and I wiped my hands on my jeans to make sure there was no glass or tea on my hands. "You're not gonna try and attack me, right?" I asked, thinking his willingness to let me touch him was only a trick.

Tony raise one eyebrow looking at me like I was stupid. "Are you serious? If anything I should be asking you that." 

"True," I agreed, reaching out and touching his shoulder. The fabric was unbelievably soft, so much so that it shocked me. "Isn't this cotton? Why is it so soft?" I asked, reaching out with my other hand and touching his other shoulder.

"How the hell should I know," Tony shot back.

I ran my hands down to his chest, trying to ignore the amount of hard muscle under his soft shirt. He went silent, and my hands kept running slowly down his chest. I watched my own hands as the fabric shifted every moment, and the muscle underneath wouldn't budge.

"Why were you crying?" He asked softly, causing me to look up at him.

"Why do you care?" I asked.

Cautiously, he lifted his hand and caressed my cheek. It was weird for him to be so gentle with me instead of his usual rough actions, but it wasn't bad. 

"Why wouldn't I?" he asked, his eyes no longer glaring at me.

Someone knocked on the front door, causing me to push Tony away. "I'll get it," I said, wasting no time to walk out of the room to the front door.

I opened it to see three boxes. Two were giant while the other one was small and moving. The box yipped at me, and a little black nose poked out of a side hole. I opened it to see the black muzzled puppy I played with at the mall earlier. He had a red bow tie on with a little note tucked into the back of it. I took the note and read it.

For all the trouble I seemed to cause you today. Paperwork is filled out and a year supply of dog food and more. He's all yours.
Until we meet again~

                                              -Alex

"A dog?" Tony asked, walking up from behind me.

"He's from Alex," I said, reaching down and picking him up. He yapped happily, licking my face. I couldn't help being happy.

"Alex?" Tony asked, trying to pet the puppy but he would nip at him whenever he got close enough.

"The magician we saw. He must have paid for all of this."

"Are you not concerned in the least that he knows what you were doing all day today, and that he knows where you live?" Tony asked, looking like he was ready to call the police.

"Not really," I shrugged with the pup in my arms. "I really trust him for some reason."

"Whatever," he sighed. "Let's just get this stuff inside," Tony said, grabbing one of the big boxes and dragging it in all by himself. 

I looked down at the dog in my arms. "Duck," I said, and he just kept squirming.

"What?" Tony asked, coming back out and grabbing the next box.

"His name is now Duck," I asked smiling like a fool.

"Are you serious?" Tony asked, looking at the dog with pity.

"More serious than you'll ever see me your entire life," I said, staring at Duck while I talked.

Tony just sighed with a smile on his face and dragged the next box in. 

I stared down at my lovely pup, and before I knew it a month had past and it was already November.