Brother of thy Blood

He sat in the middle of the room waiting for someone, he wasn’t sure who. A door suddenly opened and his mother came in. He laughed and ran to hug her. But instead of taking him into her arms as she usually did she shoved him to the floor. He started to cry and looked up at his mother, was she mad at him? Had he done anything wrong? She bent down over him, smiling. Maybe it was only a game; maybe she wasn’t mad at him. But it wasn’t a game, her hands was around his neck, squeezing hard. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t scream, he could only cry and watch the madness in her eyes.



He sat up in the bed with a shout, tears ran down his face and he couldn’t stop shaking. The dream itself was horrible but what really made him upset was knowing it had actually happened. His mother had gone mad and tried to kill him, after that she had been locked up.



The door suddenly flew open and his brother came hurrying into his room.



“William! William, what happened?”



He tried to hide his tear streaked face but Henry had already seen it.



“Oh William, I thought those nightmares had stopped by now.”



Suddenly feeling silly William tried to break free from his brothers’ embrace.



“It’s nothing, go back to bed Henry.”



Refusing to let him go his older brother hugged him tighter.



“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed.”



He hated that he wasn’t more mature than this, he hated that he couldn’t stop the tears from falling, he hated that being hugged by his big brother made him feel so much safer.



“William? …Will? Don’t worry, I’m here for you.”



And now he had gotten back his old nickname from when they were younger, he really must seem pathetic right now. He lied down in the bed again, hoping and not hoping that his brother would take the hint and go away. But Henry stayed, long smooth fingers started to stroke his hair, slowly and soothing. The warmth of his brothers’ body behind his back, his finger through his hair slowly lulled him back to sleep.



The days went on and Christmas slowly crept closer. The first days Henry was busy working so William took the opportunity to explore London on his own. It wasn’t his first time here but it was the first time he lived here and he wanted to make sure there were some things to occupy his time with. It wasn’t long before he had found some friends among the youngsters in his neighborhood. They were all children of the wealthy class and sometime a bit snobby William thought but he still had a fun time with them. Most time he spent with Patrick, he was only 15 but a good chess player and a good opponent in a snowball fight.



Every night at dinner he told Henry everything about his day and his brother seemed delighted that he had gotten so at home in such a short time. After some days Henry too started his holiday and then William spent most of the time with his brother. In the late evenings they usually sat together in the library and played chess, read books (that is Henry read books while William watched him read them) or just sat and talked. To the surprise of the servants they decided to try and decorate the Christmas tree themselves. After many hours, a lot of spruce needles under their nails and a couple of broken decorations they still came out with a rather decent result.



One evening when William came into the library, he didn’t find his brother in his usual chair. Going upstairs he found his brothers’ bedroom empty to. He was just on his way to ask some of the servants if they knew where he was when the bathroom door across the hall suddenly opened. Henry came out only with a towel around his waist, still wet from his bath.



When William was still in boarding school he sometimes admired the other boys well built bodies. Even though he was one of the faster swimmers in the school he was still very thin and didn’t seem to be able to build up any muscles. This clearly wasn’t the case with his brother. He knew Henry had done some boxing while still in school but he didn’t do any kind of training at the moment and still he had a well built and muscular body. He found himself fascinated by his brothers’ body in a whole other way than the other boys at school. Suddenly blushing he turned around and sneaked into his bed room. He had forgotten why he was even looking for his brother in the first place.

Christmas came and went and so did New Year and all too soon Henry had to start working again. They still spent the evenings together but William some timed missed spending the whole days with his brother. He had started in a school not far from where they lived and to his happiness most of his classes were together with his friend Patrick.



One warm spring afternoon when he came home from school he heard his brother talking with someone in the library. First he thought it was one of Henrys friends, but when he peeked into the room he saw a beautiful young lady with sparkling red hair. She was wearing an elegant spring dress and was clearly from a wealthy family. She was laughing to something his brother just had said and Henry was smiling happily. William suddenly felt something heavy on his heart and he hurried up to his room. Of course he should have known that it wouldn’t always be like this, his brother was about the right age to get married. Of course Henry wouldn’t want to spend his whole life with his little brother. He wanted a pretty wife and kids of his own. William felt like crying, he didn’t want him to marry, he wanted them to be together forever. But this was childish and selfish thoughts, he was just ungrateful to his kind older brother who had done so much for him. He deserved to be happy. Still he stayed in his room all night, not even coming down for supper and answering his brothers’ knock on the door that he was busy studying.



The next day he felt a bit better, maybe he had just misunderstood the situation, maybe she was just one of Henrys friends. Trying to think optimistic thoughts like this he walked home only to find his brother and the red haired women stand in front of the house, talking and laughing. Feeling the stone crash back on his heart again he went around a corner and hurried to Patrick’s house instead.



“William! William! It’s your turn.”



Waking up from his thoughts he looked down on the chess board in front of him. His queen was in grave danger to be taken by Patrick’s horse but he couldn’t find the concentration to find a solution.



“What’s wrong William? You’ve been so quiet the whole evening.” Patrick’s light blue eyes were filled with concern.



“Oh, it’s nothing really, don’t worry about me.”



“William, you are my best mate and I can see that something is bothering you, you’ve told me about all the hardships you’ve been through in your life, won’t you tell me what is happening now.”



“I think my brother is getting married.”



“Oh, I see the problem.”



Feeling the tears well up in his eyes again he looked way, not wanting his friend to see him in this state.



“I-It’s just that I know that he wants’ a wife and kids and that I’m just his little brother but I’m so afraid he will leave me. He has always been the only safe thing in my life. If he disappears I will be all alone!”



Not being able to stop it he felt the tears starting to run down his cheeks. Suddenly he felt Patrick’s arms around his shoulders.



“You aren’t just Henrys little brother, William, you are his only brother. Even if he gets married he will always be there for you and I know that deep in your heart you know this too. Furthermore, you will never be all alone, you have me know.”



With tear streaked eyes he looked up and met his friends’ eyes. There was affection in there that he didn’t really understand. But everything became clear to him when he suddenly felt Patrick lips on his own. Blushing furiously he pulled back so fast that he almost fell out of the chair.



“W-what are you doing?”



“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself! I love you and you looked so distressed. I just wanted to cheer you up; you have to admit that it feels better now.”



Patrick grabbed William around the neck and pulled him in to another kiss. William struggled at first but soon melted into the soft feeling that the kiss provided. Patrick smelled good of soap and lavender, his hands were soft against his skin and his golden strains of hair tickled him a bit against his neck. He knew this was wrong, but at least it was less wrong than longing for his own big brother. Winding his arms around Patrick he tried to match the kiss only to find himself far too inexperienced. Patricks’ hands were suddenly on his chest, slowly traveling down. Blushing furiously William pulled back, suddenly too embarrassed to continue.



“Don’t be afraid my friend, I will make you feel good just trust me.”



William was about to protest yet again but Patricks hands sneaked under Williams’ shirt and started to massage his chest, making the protests die out in a soft whimper. William was too caught up in the feeling of his friends hands that he didn’t notice that one of them started to drift lower again. A moan escaped him when the hand was pressed to the rapidly growing bulge in his pants.



“See, I said that I would make you feel good.” Patrick grinned at him while continuing his ministration.

William was starting to feel a bit light headed, his whole body was burning and it was hard to concentrate on anything but Patricks hands. He sunk a bit further down in his chair and let out another soft moan.



“Heh, you make the most delightful sounds. Come; let’s make you a bit more comfortable.”

Suddenly the hands where gone and William felt himself being dragged out of the chair and pushed down on a bed. Patrick now started to work on Williams’ shirt. He unbuttoned it slowly, revealing the milky white skin beneath. For every button he opened he left a soft kiss in its place, making Williams skin tingle like electricity. Suddenly he felt very exposed and he crossed his arms over his chest only to have Patrick pry his hands away.



“You are so beautiful; please don’t try to hide that.”



William blushed a bit over being called beautiful but lay still. Patricks’ hands now traveled down to the pants. Smirking he caressed the bulge and placed a soft kiss on the fabric, making William gasp in surprise. He opened the pants like a child unwrapping a Christmas gift. William moaned loudly as his member was finally freed from its tight prison. Still smirking Patrick took it in a firm grasp and stroked it a couple of times.



“Feels good doesn’t it?”



William could only nod as he felt like his voice would not bear.



“Just wait, it gets even better.”



With this he lowered his head and places a swift kiss on the tip of the member, making it twitch.



“Wha…what are you do...aah!” His words ended in a load moan as Patrick took his member in his mouth and sucked at it softly.



William gripped his friends golden curls to steady himself. It felt like he was flying and falling at the same time. The only thing in focus was the wet and warm feeling of Patricks mouth around his cock. He wanted to thrust into the feeling but the blond had a firm grip of his hips. Suddenly a hand sneaked down and started to massage his sack.



“P-patrick..I’m gonna…” But before he could finish he felt his world go white and his words died out in a soft moan.



He fell limp on the bed, panting as if he had run a mile. He heard Patrick laugh and looked up at him under eyelids heavy with sleep.



“I told you it would feel good.” He whispered and stroke away a strand of hair from Williams face.



“Normally you would do something for me too but we’ll save that for next time.”



“It will be a next time?”



“I certainly hope so.” Patrick said still smiling



William answered his smile before letting his eyes drift close. He was very happy that he had William and that he had showed him this. Still the last thought that passed through his mind before sleep claimed him was the image of his brothers smiling face.