It's A Brother Thing

Chapter 5: Experiments

The next morning, was the best morning of my life thus far. I woke up with Simon wrapped around me. For once, I didn't have to stare at him with longing. I kissed him, and his neck, and his collarbone.

He didn't wake, only slightly stirred. I carefully removed myself from his embrace and disappeared upstairs. I felt so happy I could die.

I played music as I showered and brushed my teeth. I hummed as I cooked us breakfast. Even my mom and Dad, who were cuddling on the living room couch, noticed.

"Ya get lucky or something last night, son?" My Dad teased.

Mom smacked his arm. "Of course he didn't. Jakob is a good boy."

I wanted to smirk at that. In my families eyes, including Simon, I am a good boy. In reality, I'm kind of just...not.

I peek my head out of the kitchen. "Yeah, what Mom said. I'm a good boy."

Dad smiles amusedly. "Yes, you are. Now bring your folks a plate of that grub!"

I chuckle and scoop the extras onto a yellow plate. I made waffles with whipped cream, cut up some strawberries, and blended a smoothie. There's not extra smoothie for them, but I'm sure orange juice will suffice.

After bringing it to them and kissing them each on the cheek, I carry the rest downstairs. Fuck, I want Simon to wake up already and just exist.

He's just everything to me.

My room is dark and cold because it's in the basement. But it's a rather nice room and it's sound proof for the most part. Natural light does come in from the small window well, but that's about it for natural lighting.

There's room down here for a pool table, a nice leather couch, a mini refrigerator, my bed and other basic room necessities, so it's more like my own personal man cave. Jackson, Kyle, and Toby love coming over.

Those are my absolute best friends, by the way. Except for Simon, of course. He's my number one everything always so.

I pick up a bit after setting the food on the nightstand. There wasn't much, just some clothes and that sticky towel...A few dishes here and there.

Then I wait for Simon.

I would wake him up, but we had a long night and I already woke him up twice yesterday. I just miss him. Maybe he wants to go do something fun today. Ah, but my boy's really want to hangout too.

Plus, for the last five weekends in a row, I've stayed in to be with Simon. But I love Simon. They can get fucked. Or maybe Simon can tag along. But it will be so hard not to kiss him and touch him now that I've gotten a real taste.

Okay. The boys can wait until tomorrow. It's only Saturday after all.

I glance at the clock. It's only been one minute since I last checked the time. FUCK. I want Simon to wake uppp.

Maybe he won't mind being woken up if it's with kisses. I smirk and crawl onto the end of the bed. "Simon," I murmur, pressing my lips to the inside of his calve. I move higher, drowning his legs with my lips. This is how I would want to be woken up.

As I get closer to his inner thighs, and am entirely under the blanket by now, he shudders and two hands slip under the blanket, into my hair. "Jake," he speaks my name weakly.

I slowly drag my lips up his thigh and poke my head out of the blanket. His sleepy green eyes are cloudy with lust. "Good morning."

"Good morning." He whispers. I lean up to meet him for a kiss. Then he smiles happily at the plate of food I made for him. "Is this for us?"