My Brother's Best Friend - LGBT, boyXman

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“Where are we going?” I demanded for the hundredth time.

Early this morning, David had packed us a small suitcase each, bundled me into the car and driven off, without telling me where we were going, or why.

I was now bugging him about where we were going.

We’d been driving for almost three hours, and had just hit a massive traffic jam outside Bristol.

“I can’t hear you,” David said innocently, turning up the volume of the car radio.

I scowled at him and folded my arm sulkily.

He grinned at me, and leant across to peck my cheek affectionately.

“You’ll see when we get there. Have a sherbet lemon.”

Rolling me eyes, I took the sweet he offered, wincing as the sour powder spread over my tongue.

“Where’re we going?” I asked again.

“Shut up, Triss.”

I sighed and settled back against my seat.

“I can drive a while, if you want me to,” I said slyly.

“Nice try. I’m not giving you directions. I’m fine.”

I scowled at him again.

Almost two hours later, David finally stopped the car outside a small house. He shooed me out of the car and grabbed our bags.

“You… bought me another house?” I asked in confusion.

He laughed.

“’Fraid not. This is just a hotel.” He leant across and kissed me. “Come on. We need to check-in, shower and go out to dinner. We have reservations.”

We went inside the hotel, checked-in at the front desk and were shown up to our room by a smartly dressed bellboy.

The room was tastefully decorated in neutral colours, with vases of fresh flowers dotted around on various surfaces. A large mahogany chest of drawers stood beside a door that led to the en-suite bathroom. The bed was a huge four-poster; it was the biggest bed I’d ever seen in my life.

The bellboy left our luggage beside the chest of drawers.

“You can have the shower first,” David told me. “Hurry up.”

“Aren’t you joining me?” I pouted at him.

“Not this time, Spud.” He smiled and shoved me gently towards the bathroom.

Resigning myself to showering alone, I went into the bathroom.

The shower had three separate heads that splashed my entire body when I stepped in.

I adjusted the temperature of the water and reached for a sachet of complementary shampoo. I scrubbed my hair and body clean before stepping out of the water and wrapping a towel around my waist.

“You can have the shower.”

I poked my head out into the bedroom and called David, before returning to the bathroom.

He came in a moment later, looked at me stood in front of the mirror, and started stripping off.

“You can stare all you want, but you aren’t getting in with me.” He told me firmly.

I continued to watch him from the corner of my eye as I dried and carefully styled my hair.

“What do I wear?” I asked him when he stepped out of the shower. “Smart or casual?”