My Brother's Best Friend - LGBT, boyXman

24

I awoke the next morning surrounded by David’s warm body.

My head was nestled on his bicep, cocooned against his chest, his other arm with around my waist, one of his legs draped over mine.

I took a deep breath, inhaling his musky scent, before cuddling closer to him.

I placed a light kiss on his bare chest, and once I started, I couldn’t stop.

I trailed my lips over his skin, lightly licking and sucking. I flicked my tongue over his nipple, and yelped in surprise when his hand grabbed my wrist.

I was rolled onto my back, his body covering mine, before I could register what had happened.

David’s lips slammed down onto my own, bruising and hard. His fingers wound into my hair, his body keeping me pinned in place.

My mind was screaming for me to pull back, to get away; it was too soon for this.

But my body was responding.

My breathing grew deeper, my muscles tensed, and my erection strained against my underwear.

David finally drew back, breathing raggedly.

“Do things like that, Spud, and I won’t be able to control myself.” He growled.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “I noticed.”

David looked at me for a moment, before he rolled off me and got out of bed.

“I’m going for a shower.” He muttered, before going into the en-suite.

I flopped back against the pillows, breathless, my body aching for him.

I heard the shower switch on in the en-suite and decided to get up and start making breakfast.

I dressed quickly and went down to the kitchen, before realising we had hardly any food in the house.

Sighing, I took our new microwave from its box and plugged it in.

After taking a while setting the clock and all the other settings, I fetched the leftover pizza from last night and heated it quickly.

The microwave binged just as David came into the kitchen.

“It’s just leftover pizza, I’m afraid. We haven’t got anything else.”

David shrugged and picked up a slice.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” I mumbled as I nibbled my pizza. “I’m probably making things difficult for you.”

David shook his head.

“It’s alright. You’re young… I remember what I was like at your age, wanting to experiment and test the boundaries.”

“It’s not about pushing boundaries,” I said. “It’s… Well, it’s hard for me too. I mean, look at you.”

I motioned his bare torso; all bronzed skin and defined muscle.

He smiled, looking almost shy for a moment.

“I love you, David, you know that. And I want to be with you. My head tells me to wait a little while, to let things with Matt and Dale settle down a bit before we start… breaking the bed, but my body… I just react to you. I can’t help it.”

“You do the same thing to me, you know,” David told me. “I’m just… better at controlling myself.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

He reached over and stroked the back of my head gently, looking sympathetic.

We finished our pizza, threw the box away and washed our hands, before settling back down at the table with a piece of paper and a pen.

“Alright,” David said, taking control. “Organisation. What needs painting, in what colour, and then what furniture needs to go where?”

“The living room, kitchen, dining room and all three bedrooms need painting. We’ll probably have to do the en-suite as well, if we’re doing the master bedroom.”

I listed the colours for each room while David wrote them down carefully.

Then we worked out way through the pile of flat-packed boxes stacked in the living room.

“Alright,” David said finally. “You take this up to the master bedroom and start painting. Lay down dustsheets before you start. I’ll do the living room. And make sure you open the windows.”

“Yessir.” I saluted, grabbed the tins of paint, a roller and a fine brush and went up to the master bedroom.