It's A Brother Thing

Chapter 16: Are you Gay?

A/n Pic is of the kind of clothes the boys wear. The top right is toootally Simon! The size, the tiny-ness 💓 Yeah so it's lit. So, I didn't really edit this chapter and idk if I like it but I tried real hard and wrote it a few times, a few different ways. Oh well.
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On the way home, I'm so tense my muscles start cramping. Jakob took it upon himself to grab my thigh, rubbing circles against my bare skin with his thumb, making me clench my whole body in an attempt not to get hard!

His touch is like fire. Like...electricity itself.

And something about the little smirk on Jake's lips tells me he knows it too. He loves to drive me crazy. I guess it's only fair because I love to drive him crazy as well.

Also, it doesn't help that he has some sort of steamy playlist going. Songs like Birthday Sex, Slow Motion, and Earned It, keep playing.

The other reason why I'm tense is because I'm scared to see Mom and Dad again. What if they decide they don't love each other anymore and it's all my fault?

What if they're still in a fight?

What if someone gets hurt again? What if Jakob gets hurt? I don't know what I'd do. What I'm really capable of. I just know...if it came down to my parents or Jake, I don't have a doubt in my mind as to who I'd protect.

"Jakob?"

"Simon?"

I sigh, covering his warm hand with my own. "I want to tell you. About the fight."

Two sapphire blue eyes snap over to me. He quickly reaches for the volume, turning it down before putting his hand back on my leg. "I'm listening."

I swallow and warn him up front. "I might cry. It's dumb, but I can't help it."

"Simon," my name comes out of his mouth in the form of a soft murmur as he looks over at me again. "It's okay to cry, sweet boy."

Okay. If I were standing right now, I'd definitely fall over. My legs seem to stop working whenever Jake calls me sweet boy. In fact, so do my lungs. And my brain. Ahem...

Jakob waits for my answer patiently. I play with the words in my mind, trying to figure out how I'd like to go about this. Everything that happened was my fault.

I don't want him to be mad at me, but he has a right to know everything before we confront our parents. I sigh, picking up his hand to play with his fingers. "Dad came in to the kitchen when I was in there. In my pajamas. He saw my hickies."

Jake glances away from the road to shoot a worried are-you-serious look at me. He and I both know how protective Dad is.

I bite my lip. "To say he was enraged would be an understatement. He tried to take off my clothes- but just because he wanted to see where the hickies were. He was really mad, Jake. Irrational."

My eyes start watering as I picture the anger in his green eyes. The way he grabbed my wrist and ripped my shirt as he tried to inspect me. I take a deep breath, bowing my head in shame.

"Mom heard him and came running into the kitchen. She tried to pry him off me, but he pushed her to the floor so I-I slapped him." My voice breaks as I finish my sentence. "I slapped Dad and he hit me back."

Jake sucks in a sharp breath. "Oh Simon. I'm so sorry. I should've never been away from you."

I shake my head quickly, dashing the tears away with the back of my hands. "N-no. That's dumb Jake. We can't be together all the time."