Brothers & Brothers

2.

“I’m going to phone the Chinese. What do you like?”

Terrence stretched his legs on the sofa. “I like shrimps,” he said. “And rice.”

“Shrimps! My favorite.” Jon walked to the kitchen with the cordless phone. He took a list from the fridge. “Sly hates anything fishy,” he said.

“Vince too. He says it smells like… Well, you know.”

Jon laughed aloud. “I know! That’s what Sly says too. Those two are terrible, aren’t they?”
He spoke in the phone, ordering dinner, and disconnected. “It will take thirty minutes or so. Would you like a tour while we wait?”

Terrence stood up. His legs felt a bit sleepy by the wine on his empty stomach. “I don’t have to look at those two, do I?”

“No. We live together, but we have our own bedrooms. Here’s mine.” Jon flicked on the lights.

Terrence stepped into the large room, and hummed admiringly. “Very nice,” he said. The room was large and tidy. The double bed was made with pristine, white spreads. In the middle of the pillows, a large brown bear sat upright against the headboard.

“That’s my cuddle,” Jon explained. “I love to hold something at night.”

“I know what you mean,” Terrence said. “Or someone, right?”

“Yes. Cuddles are nice, aren’t they…”

“They sure are,” Terrence agreed without realizing he was standing quite close to the older man. “Nice, warm cuddles and long, tender kisses…” He looked up, straight into the gray eyes, and felt his face turning red. He cleared his throat. “Where’s the bathroom?” he asked, voice an octave higher than intended.

“Near the entrance,” Jon said without breaking eye contact. “First door on your right.”

“Okay…” Terrence didn’t move, though. He still looked in the man’s eyes, as if he was hypnotized. They came closer. He held his breath when the lips touched him briefly, and answered the soft kiss. It was the wine, he told himself. The wine and the sounds coming from the other bedroom. The fact it was quiet now didn’t cross his mind. He averted his eyes and turned away, to go to the bathroom.

Jon stopped him by taking his hips between his hands. “No more wine for you, hm?” he whispered.

“You said you wouldn’t take advantage of me,” Terrence mumbled. “So why not?”

“Hm… I said that, didn’t I. But you’re so handsome, Terry, and your kisses taste so good…”

“You taste good too.” The alcohol did loosen his tongue! Terrence bit his lower lip, realizing he said things he would never say when he was sober. “Will you be sweet?” he whispered very quietly.

Jon slipped his arms around his waist, and pulled him in a tender embrace. “Of course I will be sweet,” he whispered back. “Don’t be afraid of me, Terry. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

“I don’t believe you,” Terrence said. He didn’t look at him. “Because right now I don’t know what I want. I’m not responsible for my actions, anymore.”

“I understand,” Jon nodded. “We’ll watch a movie, then. But first we’ll eat. You’ll feel much better when you’ve eaten.”

“Okay.” Again, the younger man didn’t pull away. Jon was taller, stronger, and he was warm and attractive. “I want kisses,” he said under his breath.

“Kisses won’t harm you, so you can have all the kisses in the world,” Jon promised him. He leaned in, and gave him a tender kiss. Even when Terrence melted against him, he didn’t deepen it. He broke the kiss, and stepped away. “Come to the sofa when you’re ready, okay?”

*

“Here are our DVD’s. Take your pick, sweetheart,” Jon invited Terrence with a generous gesture. “I thought we could watch one while we eat, and then maybe another one in my bedroom? I love to watch movies in bed.”

Something stirred in lower body, when Jon mentioned his bed. Terrence nodded slowly. “Sounds good,” he said quietly.
He looked at the titles. On the left he saw action movies, horrors, comedies and a collection of B-movies. On the right there were thrillers, dramas, good science fiction movies and suspense. “That’s your side,” he pointed at the collection on the right.

“Very good,” Jon smiled. “Do you approve?”

“Big time.” Terrence picked a thriller and a romantic drama, but he hesitated. Drama and wine… He already lost his cool, so maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. He chose a science fiction movie instead.

“You would have loved that one,” Jon said, pointing at the drama. “Are you sure you don’t want to see it?”

“It would make me cry,” Terrence said. “I told you, I’m not responsible for my behavior at the moment.”

The doorbell rang. “At least you will eat now,” Jon said. “You will feel much better soon.”

“I don’t feel bad,” Terrence mumbled as the man walked to the door. He didn’t feel bad at all, even. He felt warm and at ease, and a bit fuzzy. When Jon returned with the bags, he realized he was quite hungry, but most of all, he was hungry for another kiss.

Jon quickly dropped the bags on the coffee table when Terrence wrapped his arms around his neck. “Baby,” he smiled, “you like to kiss, don’t you?”

“Yes,” the young man simply said. To his pleasure, Jon answered the embrace, and they kissed for a moment. That feeling in his lower body increased. It sizzled in his balls. “You make me hot,” he murmured.

Jon chuckled softly. “You’re drunk, handsome… Sit down. I will give you a fork. Chopsticks are a bad idea, with your state of mind.”

Terrence sat down, and watched Jon move around. The man was so handsome, and he looked so sexy in those neat clothes and with that blond hair and his bare feet… He kneaded his balls through his jeans as the man returned.

This time, Jon had to bite his lip as he saw how Terrence touched himself. He quickly sat down, and opened the bags to get the boxes. He pushed on a button of the remote control to start the movie. “Eat,” he said, eyes flickering to the ever kneading hand. “Please, baby… Don’t tempt me too hard now, okay? I’m not made of stone.”

“I am,” Terrence pouted. “It feels like it, anyway.” Usually, wine made him unable to perform, but today his cock had other plans. Maybe it was because Jon was such an incredible good-looking man. With a sigh, he stopped. He had to accept the fact his balls were sizzling and cramping. “My pants are too tight,” he muttered.

“You will pull them off later, but not yet.” Jon began to eat, hoping Terrence would follow his example.

Terrence took his box and the fork, and started to eat. Jon was right. He felt a lot better when he had something in his stomach; the heavy feeling in his head vanished quite quickly. His cock relaxed a bit as well, but he still had that fuzzy feeling in his belly and chest. And Jon was still attractive.
He didn’t see much of the movie, as he kept glancing at the blonde. He drank water instead of wine, and tried to sober up. It would have worked, any other day, but it didn’t work that day. Not at all. He still longed for sweet kisses and warm cuddles, even after two hours, when the movie was finished.

“Should I ask you who did it?” Jon asked.

“Huh?” Terrence blinked, tearing his eyes away from the man’s front.

“The movie. Who did it. You didn’t watch it at all, did you?”

Terrence averted his eyes with a blush. “No,” he admitted shyly. “I was distracted.”

“Yes… You were distracted by me. Are you still not responsible for your behavior, Terry?”

“Uhm…” He could lie, but Jon wouldn’t believe him. “I’m sober again,” he mumbled. He mumbled a lot, he realized. “I would like some more wine…”

“Are you sure? Would you like to watch that second movie in bed, or here?”

“In bed,” Terrence replied, far too quickly.

Jon laughed softly. “Oh, baby,” he said with a smile. “You’re so transparent. If we go to bed now, will you be able to keep away from my half?”

“Probably not,” Terrence said in his now common mumbling tone of voice. “What will you wear…?”

“Shorts. I sleep naked, but I will keep my shorts on just for the occasion. And you?”

Terrence stood up. “I’m not wearing anything else but my jeans,” he said quietly. “So I will be stark naked.” He walked to the bedroom without waiting for his host.

Jon put the rest of the food in the fridge, and took a few movies with him. He flicked off the lights, and went to his bedroom. He wasn’t surprised to see the young man in his bed. Terrence was holding the stuffed bear between his arms, under the light duvet, and looked at him over the toy’s head. Slowly, Jon undressed.

Terrence stared at Jon, breathing slowly. He hoped the man would have a good body. He liked tight, slender men, with long muscles and little hair. As he saw what appeared from under the neat clothes, he made a soft, delighted sound. “Oh man,” he sighed. “And I wanted to play hard to get with you…”

“That’s still possible,” Jon said as he pulled the duvet back, and stepped in bed.

“No, it isn’t. You already know I like you.”

“That’s only physical attraction. You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know we both like shrimps and we like the same movies.” Terrence kept the bear a bit closer as he felt that stupid cramp in his testicles again. “I know you kiss deliciously.”

“You haven’t been kissed by me yet,” Jon said, faintly smiling. “I think I’ll keep that for another time. What do you say?”

“I say I want your kisses now, not another time.” The mere thought made him aroused. Terrence couldn’t believe his physical reaction to the man’s presence.

“Mh.” Jon started the movie. “Lose the bear and I’ll think about it.”

Immediately, the bear landed on the floor. “It’s gone.”

Jon couldn’t hide his amusement. “You’re just as bad as your brother,” he laughed. He dropped the remote, and turned on his side. “You want a good, deep kiss?” he asked. When Terrence nodded, he hummed. “Alright then. Come here.” He reached out, and tugged the smaller body against him.

Terrence’s heart began to beat a bit faster. His cock shook up, growing harder, and he licked his lips in anticipation. Jon slipped his arms tightly around him, and rolled half on top of him. They tilted their heads. Their lips met, like they had done before, but this time Jon licked him. Terrence opened his mouth a little. He sighed as the tongue slid inside, and reached up to grab the soft, blond locks. He lifted a leg as the passion intensified. Jon pressed against him, and he pushed up.

Right at that moment, Jon broke the kiss. “No more wine for you, young man… You shouldn’t do things you will regret in the morning.”

“I will regret it if we don’t anything tonight,” Terrence pouted. “Dammit, Jonnie, look at me!” He threw the duvet off him, and showed his aroused state. “I want sex… And I want it with you.”

“Nice cock,” Jon nodded admiringly. “Great body, too. You are handsome, sexy, and a sweet boy. That’s why I don’t want to have sex with you at the first night we met, Terrence. Can you understand that?”

“I bet Sylvester thought the same about my brother,” Terrence muttered. “But it didn’t keep him from fucking him senseless, did it?”

“I know…” Jon looked at the television, but he didn’t really see what was on. “But you told me you preferred to start with dates, diners and movies. Or was that a lie?”

“No.” With a sigh, Terrence covered himself again, and he picked up the bear to put it between them. “It was the truth. I’m sorry, Jon. I’m… It must be the wine talking.” He sighed deeply, looking at the movie. “You’re a hell of a kisser though…”

“And you are dead-gorgeous,” Jon smiled at him. “Baby, you will have me. Just not now; not on the first date. You can still sleep with me though… As in sleeping.”

“It won’t be the same, but it will do.” Trying to catch up with the movie, Terrence quietly watched the tv. After a while, he shifted a little closer to Jon, keeping the bear between them. Jon put an arm around his shoulders, and took the toy away. Terrence cuddled Jon instead. “Much better,” he murmured.

Jon agreed with a kiss on his head.