It's A Brother Thing

Chapter 2: Silicone

Simon and I were in my room, down in the basement, watching The Titanic.

I did say I wanted to watch something romantic, but this is a tragedy as well.

Although, it doesn't surprise me that Simon picked something like this. He loves history.

I was happy. This movie is extremely long, for starters. And Simon had started out sitting on my lap, then he slowly leaned forwards until his chin was in his hands, and his elbows were on my thighs, intently watching the movie.

Which meant his ass was directly in my line of sight.

He didn't even notice when I started rubbing and playing with his booty. God, I love booty. Especially Simon's.

When the ship began to sink, Simon sat up and turned towards me with teary eyes. I wanted to 'awe' at his sensitivity, but I opened my arms instead. He fell into me, sniffling against my shirt.

I ran my hands under his shirt, massaging his warm back and whispered soothing words into his ear. His skin felt incredibly soft. His breath was shaky at first, and hit my neck in warm puffs.

"I love you, Jakey." He sounded sad.

I just wanted to kiss him and tell him about every good thing in the world, and how he deserved it all. "I love you Simon."

His breathing deepened after a while as I went over the ridges of his spine, ran my hands over his ass, and slowly came back up.

I peeked down to see he fell asleep. Sighing contentedly, I wrapped my arms tightly around his body and kissed his lips.

Simon is a heavy sleeper. Something I learned over years of secret kisses, and body exploration. Of course, I've never ventured past Simon's pants. I wouldn't go that far without permission.

The problem is, is that I don't know how I'd ever get permission to touch him like that. I have no idea how Simon feels about anything ever, because he's so pure.

He doesn't pick up on any hints that I'm madly in love with him. Doesn't question it when I peck him on the lips. Has never said a word about my touchiness.

Either he's totally oblivious to my advances, or secretly likes everything I do, so he doesn't stop me.

My thoughts vanish as I hear footsteps fall towards the basement door. It opens. "Jake, Simon! Dinner is ready!"

My stomach grumbles loudly. Should I try and wake Simon up? I don't know when he fell asleep, but he probably isn't in that deep yet.

I kiss him one last time. Simon reacts, lips slightly parting, making me smile and my heart pound. Sometimes that happens when he's sleeping. Sometimes he'll naturally kiss me back.

I gently shake his shoulder. "Simon."

Nothing. I kiss his cheek and his forehead and his eyelid. "Simon, baby."

Just like always, he shuffles around, making small sounds of protest.

I slip my fingers into his hair and slide them down to cup his cheek. His green eyes blink open. "What is it Jakey?" He pouts. I lean close to his peach colored lips.

Thud thud. Thud thud. "Dinner is ready. Do you want to come eat, or go back to sleep?"

I can't tell if he leans in a teeny bit too, or if it's just me moving. "I'll eat."

I glance longingly at them. Their shape, their depth, the rich color, before sighing and standing up. I hold out my hand. "Come on then."

I smirk at the little frown on Simon's lips. I think he was leaning closer.