Can't Help Falling In Love With You (BxB)

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"Mom?! Layl?! I bring a guest!" That shouldn't sounds like I just groaned and moaned. It's gross. I seated carefully at the time I told Brion to do so besides me. We chat for a while about classes and discusses. Somehow, his integral almost exceeded to my limitation.

He asked about my relationship records, which I replied cockily. He asked about my kisses and all affectionate scene towards someone — which I answered with a laugh. Brion also do something flushing. He rubbed my thighs, he whispers sometimes, and he delinquently pin me on the couch perhaps.

And all I can do with it was to... Was to play back, or... Argue because maybe my mom or Layla will come down abruptly. Since I asked him out on a date earlier, he didn't played warmly... Instead, he flaunter me in a way that's more than just a fuckbuddy treats.

—more than just a relationship partner. Even with a single smirk from him made me all flustered like I just hit a jackpot because of that. In return, I just chuckle nervously. "Where's mom, by the-" before I can finally speak my will and stood tall, Brion slip through as he grab me on my elbow.

He tug me back down and caress me gently. He also sniff on my shoulder. "Not bad." He whispered.

If I can tell, Brion's much more short-tempered from now too. If I gave him a bad or provoking joke, he'll glare and curse at me. Curse at me as if I just killed one of his family member. "Uh, can you please stop for awhile?" I suggested, he huff.

"Since you asked me out... I'll be honest to you too now." He deflated.

"I-I'm co-confused... Yo-you said thi-this is just business? Bu-but you looked liked y-you wanna do the same as mine..." I trailed nervously.

"You're so naive." He whispered. Naive? How can I be? "You don't have any guesses why, yet?"

First, I shrug mentally cluless then. "Did I need to?" My single reply.

Too many words shuffling in my mind and that's the only word I seemed to catch. Brion's now expression morphed into hard and fearing demeanor. He avert his gaze off me and gawk on the glass table with a frown instead. "Forget it, I'm leaving." He blurted and stand up at the same time, giving me etch on my neck.

"Brion... Please, don't." I called, and all I can do next was to stay... "Fine... You're free to go," I ceased.

"Just..." Sooner, I heard him halt. "Just don't give me a tons of questions, next time." He sighed.

Yeah, he's right. I'm being a Lannister — pain on the ass. To make the things right, I put an addition. "Bye... 'Love you." Errr....

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Fireworks, sound of explosions, and other loud sound. We smile widely; mom's friends, Layla's new girlfriend, neighborhood who visit our house, and some street dwellers that I invited. We're like seventy-eight persons here—to my—our new house. The space were large, floors are tall and some new furniture explode with beauty.

I wonder where's Brion now.

After the celebration, we started eating. The voices of our visitors were slashing everywhere, and that means a lot to me. Hearing everyone happy and significantly genuine was such a relief. Layla's happy, twins too, as well as mom... We're flourishing with new life.

"How about for kids!!!" Mom cheered, pulling down the rope to make those piñata balloons fell lively hanging. "All kids! All kids!" She happily added.

Mom's a practical and cunning lady, she doesn't like rich maidens, or a luxurious dressed woman, or even a man with a nice suit — unless if she knew him, inside her house. Meaningfully, all of these peoples standing and laughing inside our house were obviously average. The one who don't judge another one.

Suddenly, I feel a slight pang of guilt. Knowing that this house, this furniture, and this people who were happy because of these foods and gifts we provided were... From a sin.

Every thoughts made me feel sick. Derek... He's the most unforgettable person. Despite of those pasts with him, we barely taunt with anger, he also gave me the exact money I wanted after a service. Should I visit him for once? I wished.

"Hey, want some company?" Yes, I needed some. But not this bitch, she's Layla's girl. As much as I wanted to pry her off my new house this inctance, I'm not a bad person as brother though. So if I'll ever going to mock her. This will help, watch and learn.

"Company? What kind?" I inquire cockily.

"You want it desireful?" Righhhhhhhtttt, she's a whore. "Because if that's so, then you'll just have to ask for it then..." Anyways, where's my brother? Why's his bitch dinking and messing around so much?

"Where's Layla? He's the one who need this, not me." I said venomously.

She sigh, plunging her breast off my shoulder while we were sitting flat on the large and soft couch. "You mean your queer brother?" She retaliated my tone.

I raise my brow as a sign of insult. "What do you mean?" I explode exasperatedly. However, from my aghast reaction, I steer at the sight of my brother talking on a fellow neighborhood. Not just a simple talk, but it looks like he's in a deep smile and ecstasy.

I stand on my feet yet the girl stop me. She hold my hand in a kind of knowingly emotion, with a nod she make me bring back down. "Don't worry, you guys were sort of... Tainted with green blood." She smirk.

Green blood? What??? "Gre-"

"Gayness." She pop her lips seductively, "I don't mean to be rude and suddenly overboarding. But I, instead mean — you were a good man." Huh?

"I-I..."

"Don't worry, being safe in college won't change yourself. Even a slight kiss towards a guy won't make them disgust. College students were open-minded, let alone we're matured." All of the sudden, I felt relieve. This is the first time I have the thought of that. Yes, we're not high schools now. Bullying and teasing in college life were unacceptable for all the audiences.

So instead of confronting my little brother, I sit back with relief. "Am I that obvious?" My question.

"God, no. You are like... A... One-hundred percent straight in any aspects, but the way those teachers flirt with you make me think you had something, and when I stalk you on your back... You were making out with the hottest man I knew." She rant unexpectedly fast. I was taken aback first, somehow I still managed to straighten my posture back.

"Who is it? Because if this will take any longer, I will going to be sick. Now, tell me." I demanded.

"Any guesses whom?"

Fuck this. How? Do I need to mention all of the students I fuck?

"Hell, no! Just say it!" I protested.

"Hmm, since this is your life to talk, then it's Brion...." Silence ate me. "Both of you were quite hot at that moment, I like masc for masc even so I was born. How come you did the bottom, anyway? Not that he's taller and bigger than you with inches away, but how?" Was that an interrogation? If it was then this might end.

I stand up with a sigh, lining on and making it obvious that I'm annoyed by her total haste at talking. "He'd dominated me. Period." With one last blow, I leave her agape.

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(A/N: This story is almost done guys. And I'm happy that I hit #45 in gayromance tag. Big achievement for me. Lmao!)

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