My girlfriends brother (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 5

As I got in the passenger seat of Tristan's car, closing the door behind me, I noticed a drawing pad on the backseat. I never pictured Tristan being much of an artist but I was kind of pleasantly surprised that he had a side like that.

He turned on the ignition, pulling his seatbelt on and fastening it before pulling out of the drive and down the road. "So Kadence, got any hobbies?" It was a casually question and I didn't give it much thought before replying " I play football, I'm the team captain and my dad always said that I was destined to make it" I shrugged before continuing " I also play Piano every now and again to just kind of escape I guess" I looked out the window realizing how pathetic that sounded " I have a piano, I've never put much effort into learning though, you'll have to play for me when we get back" as simple as it was I could hear the smirk in his voice, looking over to him i studied his expression for moment before answering " maybe I could teach you a think or 2" I laughed slightly after speaking, my eyes landing on his hands as he slowly turned the wheel.

" you? Teach me?" He let out a long laugh and I could help but smile at the sound, it was a genuine laugh and it kind of irritated me that it was at my expense but I couldn't deny that I was happy to hear it. " and what's that supposed to mean?" I shot him a narrow eyed glare as he stopped at a red light and turned to face me, a massive grin filling his face and I had to fight the urge to smile as I felt the corners of my lips tugging upwards " That I doubt you have anything to teach me pretty boy" I grimaced at the nickname he used once again, rolling my eyes at him before lifting my hand and placing it on my chest over my heart making an expression of fake offence " how rude of you" I stated before giving him a quick grin. He looked at me for a minute longer before his eyes returned to the road as he continued driving. " Get used to it" he spoke the words softly with a look of pure amusement on his face, I just shook my head again before looking back out of the window.

The car fell silent for a while, not awkwardly but comfortable, if it had been anyone else in the car I would have left it that way but for some reason I didn't want to stop talking to him. "Do you draw?" It was another casual question and I was rather curious after spotting the drawing pad on the back seat. " sometimes" it was the only thing he said before pulling in, in front of my house. " this one you?" He asked while looking over to me. " yep, indeed it is" I stated before undoing my seatbelt and opening the door. I was about to get out before his hand grabbed my arm hard enough to keep me seated, I looked back him curiously, my brows furrowed. " be quick, it's getting dark and I'll be bored" he spoke it as more of a statement then a request and I just nodded before his hand released me and I climbed out the car, shutting the door behind me, I looked back in briefly and he shot me another one of his famous smirks lisping the words 'pretty boy' to me, I just flipped him off and made my way to my front door, I could hear him laughing from here until it was drowned out by the sound of music.

I pushed the door open and walked in, shutting it carefully behind me before heading over to the stairs. " where have you been young man?" My moms voice questioning but not angry, I turned to face her, leaving my hand on the banister rail as I did so " I've been at Claire's, I'm crashing there tonight as her brothers back in town, I just came to grab my stuff for school tomorrow." She sent a sweet smile before rolling her eyes at me and walking back into the living room. My parents are rather chill, they understand a lot and they trust me so they never really had much of a problem with letting me stay out and stuff which I'm rather lucky for.

As I made it to the top of the stairs and into my room, I looked around and took a deep breath, I heard a knock at the front door and my mom get it, I heard mumbling but chose to ignore it and rather start getting my stuff sorted, I grabbed my duffle bag from by my dresser and threw in some clothes for tomorrow and a lynx spray, it took me a minute to decide which one but in the end I ended up going for Lynx Africa and tossed it in the bag with my clothes.

I went to walk towards my bed but before I could even take a step a loud bang made my heart stop for a moment and I quickly spun on my heels, to my surprised Tristan was stood in my door way with his head thrown back, historically laughing. I groaned before picking up a pen of my dresser and throwing in at him, this just made him laugh more, I rolled my eyes and walked towards my bad, falling onto it as I got there, facing up at the ceiling. " you're such a douchebag Tristan " he was only just starting to compose himself before he joined me, sitting on the bed next to me, looking around the room.

He wiped a tear from his eye as he replied " yeah okay pretty boy, it's not my fault you touched the fucking ceiling. Nice room by the way." He said it so casually that I wasn't even sure he was being serious. "It reminds me of you" I let out a sarcastic breath laugh before replying " well that might be because it's my room" I said it with 'no shit' attitude and rolled my eyes once again before sitting up.

He kissed his teeth at me before grabbing a pillow and hitting me with it. "oiii" I exclaimed rather loudly as I pushed his shoulder. He looked at me with fake shock and let out a loud 'owww' as he grabbed his shoulder pretending to be hurt. "You're acting like a wounded puppy and I barely even touch you" I joked and looked at him in disbelief " oh yeah?" He said questingly with a look that me raise an eyebrow. " yeah" I replied smugly. " oh well then" he spoke the words casually as he got up on his knees and slowly started to crawl towards me.

I felt my breathing get heavier and heart beat quicken as I stared at him wide eyed, wtf is he doing? Is he crazy? I just kind of sat there frozen while watching him, trying to swallow past the lump in my throat. " w-what are uh.. what uh.. what are you doing?" My words were no more of a whisper by now, I was leaning back on my elbows as he was over my body, as he had gotten closer I had slowly been moving lower down as I was continuing to do. He was about a closed fists distance away from my face and as he pushed further forward I sunk lower and lower until I was pressed against the bed, I was holding my breath, my eyes never leaving his, he stopped inches away from my face and my eyes landed on his lips as he slowly dragged his tongue along his bottom lip. " what's the matter pretty boy? Lost for words?" He was smirking as he seemed to inspect my expression as if trying to work out what I was thinking.

I swallowed again before choking out " I uh.. uhm.. I-I.." I kept falling over my words and mentally kicked myself for the reaction I had given him. He stayed like that for a moment before letting out a deep chuckle sitting back up, he picked up the duffle bag and tossed it at me. " finish getting your stuff so we can get back already pretty boy" the smirk never left his lips and as I finished getting sorted I could feel his eyes never once leaving my back, once I had everything I exited my room, closing my door as Tristan headed down the stairs, I Shouted My goodbyes through before I left and me and Tristan got back in the car.

The drive back to Claire's was spent in silent with the only noise being that of the music and Tristan occasionally singing along which for some reason I found rather adorable even though usually I thought people singing over songs was annoying but something about his voice actually seemed to smooth out the pit in my stomach.

As we pulled up to the house, Claire still didn't appear to be home but by now it was only coming up for 8 so she wasn't expected back for another hour. After me and Tristan got out of the car and I grabbed my duffle bag out of the boot, he locked it up, before heading to the front door and unlocking it, waiting for me to entire before closing it again, as I dropped my bag by the table I was left speechless as my back hit the door and Tristan was pressed up against me, his hands either side of my head so there was no where I could go, he was inches away from my face, if I was to even push forward a little I would be fully pressed against him with my lips connected to his. What in God's name is he playing at, and why don't I want him to stop....