It's A Brother Thing

Chapter 17: Right here, Right Now. In 8 Minutes

A/n Yo, I been putting out these updates like a mf. I'm so proud. Y'all should ask my sister. (Lmao y'all can't) She'd tell you about how I never stick to a story, but here I am. Also, that picture is so beautiful and it looks like Jakob and I have one that looks like Simon to match, but I'm going to make it the cover. Stay tuned. ALSO. ITS MF FRIDAY. YEEEEEET.
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"Oh god. That was mortifying." Simon mumbles into his hands after our family interrogation, I chuckle at his red face and give him a little kiss.

"It wasn't so bad. At least you don't have to come out now."

Simon whines, hiding his face in his hands.

"She only knew because Dad told her that a boy gave me the hickies. It's not like I'm obviously gay."

I curl my lips inwards to hide my smile. "No, of course you're not."

Except, it is kind of obvious. I mean, first of all, Simon's physique screams bottom. He paints his nails, and sometimes wears very girly outfits. By sometimes I mean a lot. Not that I'm complaining. Simon could wear a trash bag and I'd be tripping all day cause I'd be so busy staring at him.

Except, get this! Simon has been dressing like me lately and I'm literally so in love. It's cute as hell when the person you're with starts talking and acting like you. Like fuck.

Stop being so cute.

As I flop onto my king sized bed, Simon climbs up too, sitting crisscross-applesauce next to me. "I'm sad we never got to have end of the world sex."

I yawn, stretching my tired limbs. "There will always be another natural disaster, just let me know when and where."

Simon climbs onto my lap, bouncing very gently. "Earthquake! Right here, right now. In 8 minutes. We have to do it before I die a virgin!"

Did he just say right here, right now...in 8 minutes. Or am I just tired? Does that even make sense?

I yawn again. "Okay. I'm just going to slightly rest my eyes..."

"Are you tired?" Simon asks, leaning forwards so his elbows are on my chest and his chin is in his hands.

"Not at all," I mumble, feeling awfully warm and comfortable.

Simon giggles. "Liar. You're falling asleep."

"I don't mind sheep."

Another giggle. Why are sheep laughing at me?

Wait, sheep? Oh my god. I am falling asleep.

I feel the weight on my body leave and suddenly, something warm and soft grabs my foot, applying pressure into my arch and heel.

If I were a cat, I'd hella be purring.

"Does that feel good?"

"Mhmm."
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Simon's POV
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Once Jake falls asleep, I stop massaging his feet and turn off the light and switch his fan on to high.

I leave a kiss on his soft lips before retreating upstairs, thinking on what Mom and Dad said.

They want to meet the boy who gave me the hickies.

How do I break it to them that it was their eldest son? Daddy still thinks I'm his little boy, but he has no idea what sort of things I dream of doing with Jake. Of Jake doing to me. Of what we have done already.

I quietly make my way into my room, grabbing all of my stuffed animals and lining them up in a row on my bed. I've never been good at making friends.