You're Not Alone, I'm Here (Mictor Fuencest)

Chapter Five

"Wanna dance?" Mike asked. Vic sat his drink down and nodded. Mike took his hand and pulled him past the crowded living room where everyone was dancing and grinding against each other, and upstairs into the hallway.

"You look really sexy tonight." Mike whispered into Vic's ear, causing a shiver to run down his spine from Mike's warm breath.

They danced along with the fast music that was coming from downstairs. Mike pressed himself closer to Vic and started to grind their hips together. Vic tossed his head back and bit his bottom lip.

"Mike... p-people might see."

Mike moaned lightly. "I don't care."

Mike pushed Vic against the wall, attacking his lips as he continued to grind against his older brothers hips. Vic moaned against Mike's lips and tangled his fingers into his hair.

Neither of them cared if others would come up the stairs at the time. They knew practically everyone was drunk, and wouldn't remember this in the morning.

Mike took Vic's leg and wrapped it around his waist, grinding harder. Vic moaned loudly, turning Mike on even more.

"Mike?" The boys heard a soft voice behind them. They pulled away from the kiss and turned to see Tony.

"Oh my god." Tony whispered and stared at them in amazement. "You guys are brothers! What the? Oh my god."

"Tony, please-"

"I know I like Mike and everything, but you guys are adorable together." Tony whispered softly and smiled. Both boys chuckled nervously and smiled.

"Just... please don't tell anyone." Mike begged. Tony nodded.

"Your secret is safe with me. But if you don't want people to see you, you should go in the bedroom or something." Tony said with a smile and walked back down the stairs.

Mike didn't waste any time grabbing Vic's other leg and wrapping it around his waist. He carried him into the bedroom, squeezing Vic's ass on the way. He fell onto the bed with Vic underneath him.

"Mmmm... Mike." Vic groaned and slowly unbuckled Mike's belt.

"Do you think we're going too fast?" Vic asked in a whisper.

"We've known each other our whole lives."

"I know... but I don't want to do this here. I want our first time together to be special, Mike. Especially when we aren't nearly drunk."

Mike sighed and pulled himself off Vic. "Fine. We can wait."

"Don't be mad."

"I'm not mad. You just... got me excited I guess."

Vic chuckled and pecked his brothers lips. "I'm sorry babe. But we'll do it one day, and it'll be worth the wait."

Mike smiled and kissed his cheek. "Okay."

"We should probably be getting back home now. I don't want to make dad mad." Vic said almost in a whisper. Mike nodded and hugged him tightly before fixing his belt and taking Vic's hand.

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Mike sat on the couch beside Vic, watching some random show on TV. Their father came into the room and sat in the middle of them. Vic looked over at Mike nervously, who gave him a sweet smile.

Slowly, their father began to rub Vic's thigh. Vic bit his lip and looked away.

"What are you doing?" Mike asked. The father stopped rubbing Vic's thigh and glared at Mike.

"I think you should go, Mike. Me and Vic need some time alone."

"You're a sick fuck, you know that? You're so fucking sick!" Mike yelled and stood up. "He's your son and you raped him! How could you do that to him?"

The father stood up and pushed Mike. "I don't think it's none of your damn business. I am your father and you will not yell at me like that."

"I know what you did to Vic. And I swear you are going to pay for it." Mike said though gritted teeth. The father slapped Mike across the face. Vic stood up and pushed the father away.

"Don't hit him!" Vic yelled. Their father punched Vic, sending him onto the floor. And that was when Mike tackled their father onto the floor, punching his head over and over.

"Mike, stop!" Vic yelled and pulled him away. He quickly pushed Mike into their room and locker the door. Only a few moments later he heard heavy footsteps and then punching at the door.

Vic crawled onto the bed and let the tears pour from his eyes.

"Vic, hey, shh. It's gonna be okay baby." Mike cooed and ran his finger though Vic's hair. Finally the punching at the door stopped and they could hear their father walking away.

"He hit you." Vic whispered. Mike cupped both of Vic's cheek and wiped the tears away.

"Hush. I'm okay. Please don't cry."

"I just... that was so horrible." Vic sobbed. Mike pulled him into his chest and held him.

"I know babe. I know. But it's okay. Are you okay?"

Vic nodded. Mike pulled away from the hug and looked at Vic's cheek, which had a small bruise. Mike ran his thumb along his lightly swollen cheek.

"Oh babe. You're too perfect for bruises. I'm sorry he hit you."

"Your cheek is red." Vic whispered and gently kissed Mike's cheek.

"We're gonna be okay beautiful. I promise."

Vic sadly smiled and laid back on the bed. Mike straddled him and looked into his brown eyes. He saw both hurt and happiness.

"I love you. Always remember that." Mike whispered and pinned Vic's hands above his head, locking their fingers together.

"I love you too." Vic replied. Mike leaned down and connected their lips. They kissed passionately until they heard the door open to find their father standing there.