They Saved Me (boyxboyxboy)

And So It Begins

• 'Bout a year later •

*Kieran

I sat stretched out behind the reception desk, my arms crossed behind my head and my legs propped up on the desk top.

My eyes followed Noah's body as he worked on the run down Dodge Dart we'd given for his birthday about a week after we met him. He wanted to learn about cars so we thought, what better way than to have one of his own to experiment with.

That was when he really started to trust us and we couldn't be happier. Killian was completely wrapped around Noah's finger and who am I kidding, so was I. But I'm not about to admit that.

It was hard not to be. Since then, he'd grown a lot. He helps around the store, becoming clients favorite. His shy, charming persona combined with his adorable sexiness had people flocking for his attention. He didn't notice though. He was completely focused on his online studies after dropping out of school. He wanted to get a diploma and possibly a degree in engineering.

We of course supported him because there was no way we would send him back to that hell hole again.

It was amazing to see how much he'd grown. Not just mentally but physically as well. His body had filled out and he'd grown taller, his body a lean mass of muscle. His blue-green eyes had grown darker and his blond curls were now styled so they was cropped at the sides leaving a fashionably styled mop on the top of his head.

"Hey, stop daydreaming and get your harry ass out here. We've got a new customer." Killian's deep voice carried from the next room.

"I do not have a harry ass! My ass is mighty fine, mind you," I protested as I walked into the room.

Killian was leaned up against a black Chevy Cruze which looked like it could use a new paint job. He was wearing a loose grey tank paired with black skinny jeans. Sweat was dripping face and neck, his hair all over the place and his face flushed from being out ont he sun.

Smirking he walked over to me and leaned into my neck. "I know baby, just teasing. I've seen it on more than one occasion if you recall." He growled, answering my protests. With that, he squeezed my ass and walked away to the small storage room where we kept drinks and snacks.

I stood there blushing like an idiot before snapping out of it and walking over to the rack where my work clothes hung.

I was always caught off guard when Killian said these things. He was joking, of course.

As brothers who had to grow up with none but each other, they had been really close. As close as two brothers could get and more. But they'd never gotten past kissing and cuddling. It wasn't anything sexual, more like seeking mutual comfort. It came naturally to us.

It started one day when I wouldn't stop crying because I felt so alone. He did everything he could and I wouldn't stop. Until he kissed me. I wanted him to do it again because it made me feel safe and loved. Since then, we never questioned it. It just became our thing and we bonded even more over it.

We never took it further than that. Just teasing, but never further. Though sometimes, I found myself staring at him, or his ass... At least I've found a new object of focus. But I think Killian has too. We both seem drawn to Noah and I don't know how to go about it.

*Noah

Shit. Did I just see what I think I saw?

But I thought they were brothers! Why had Killian seen his brothers ass? Wait, wait. I'm overthinking this. After a year with them, it's hard not to notice that they're closer than normal siblings. They don't avoid contact with each other. Actually, now that I think about it, they're always touching one way or another.

Fuck me. It's probably just closeness. Yeah...

"Hey Noah," Killian walked in and slung an arm over my shoulder.

"Hey. Have you seen where I put my other shirt?" I asked, snapping out of my daze.

Kieran shook his head and let out a laugh. They both teased me because I was always losing my stuff all over the place. You'd probably find my underwear under the couch right now. I sighed and looked at him.

"Nope. Sorry bud. It's because of you that we have hooks for clothes in here and you don't even use them." He let out another laugh and slid his hand down from my shoulder to my ass and gave it a squeeze, then patted it.

The fuck!? Was squeezing ass his thing now or what?

I was frozen in place watching what he would do next.

He pulls back his hand. He looks up at me and gives me a smile with a glint in his eye, that for some reason gave me butterflies in my stomach.

As he walked away, I though; fuck, butterflies are never good. Especially when the butterflies were for more than one person.

Fuck me. And I thought I was finally getting my life together.