Date: Fri, 8 Nov 2013 11:47:54 -0500
From: Zane Mcguire <zanemcguire@gmail.com>
Subject: ARAS AND VYTAS: "Forgive Me, Little Brother..." Part 1 of 4

ARAS AND VYTAS – Forgive Me, Little Brother
PART 1 OF 4
By Zane McGuire
ZaneMcguire@gmail.com

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"That was... amazing..."

Aras put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside of the hotel door and
locked it shut.  Turning, he saw his exuberant older brother, Vytas,
loosening his tie and grinning like an idiot.  "What was amazing?" Aras
asked.

"All of it!" Vytas exclaimed, his voice only slightly slurred from the
libations he'd enjoyed over the last three hours.  "The press, the hoopla,
the liquor, the food, the people... Did you get all of that when you were
in Panama?"

"Pretty much," Aras said, tossing the hotel key on the dresser.  He slid
out of his suit jacket and slung it across the back of a chair, and slipped
his shoes off before sitting on the edge of the bed.  Exhaling, he listened
to his brother gush about his first major brush with celebrity.

For Aras Baskauskas, it was all a bit of déjà vu.  After all, not
only had he been through a launch party when he was selected to participate
in the Panama season of Survivor, he'd actually won the million dollars
that season.  If Vytas thought the experience this evening was epic, he was
in for a much bigger surprise after the experience was over.  Aras had been
asked to come back for the latest season of Survivor.  Every year, there
was some kind of "twist" and CBS had explained that this season they wanted
him to return with a "loved one."  They would operate as a team, CBS said,
against other established Survivor players and their loved ones.
Initially, Aras was thrilled with the idea of returning to the game, and
his mind raced with possibilities for whom he would partner with for the
season.  But little did he know, CBS had already done their homework and
they made a "suggestion."  (Aras had learned during his first encounter
with CBS that their "suggestions" were actually ultimatums.  If you opted
not to take their suggestion, they had a long list of other candidates who
would be thrilled to take your spot on the show.)

So when the CBS representative explained to him that they would like him to
play this season with his older brother, Vytas, he felt a sense of dread.
At the same time, he knew exactly what CBS was going for, and how they
would milk the brothers' estranged relationship for tv ratings.

It was a long and complicated history, but in a nutshell, Vytas (who was
two years older than Aras) had once been his very best friend and constant
companion.  But that all changed when Vytas was 19 years old and his
growing addiction to heroin led to a stint in jail.  Although he only
served a year, the relationship between the brothers was damaged.  Aras
felt betrayed by Vytas, especially because the sudden absence of his
brother came at a time when Aras was just about to graduate from high
school and was trying to decide what to do with his life.  Vytas returned
from prison with a new outlook on life; a zen approach that led him to
pursue yoga and Buddhism and other lifestyles that Aras could not relate
to.  Although he, too, would come to appreciate and respect many of these
disciplines, in the early years Aras resented them and felt his connection
to his brother grow weaker.

In recent years, the brothers had grown more and more competitive.  Vytas
took great pleasure (sometimes too much pleasure) in teasing his brother
and making him feel physically weak.  Although Vytas often didn't mean him
to, Aras took this very personally.  They'd had many arguments, usually
stemming from Vytas attempting to make Aras look foolish in front of their
friends and family.

So the idea of spending 39 days in the Philippines with him, especially as
a teammate, filled Aras with a sense of dread and... also a sense of deep
anger.  He wasn't sure why, exactly, but watching Vytas strut around
tonight, posing for the cameras and flirting with anything that looked
twice at him, distracted Aras from what should have been a fun and exciting
evening.  Part of him knew that he should begrudge Vytas his moment of
fun... after all, Aras had that opportunity, it was only fair that Vytas
experience it, too.  But as reporter after reporter grilled the brothers on
their history and relationship, Aras found Vytas' flippant comments more
and more irritating.

It culminated in a statement that Vytas had made to a mouthpiece from a
reality TV blog.  "My little brother can be something of a wuss," Vytas had
said.  "He's never really had to work that hard for anything.  And yeah, he
won his season of Survivor, but you saw it, right?  That win had more to do
with the sheer craptastic casting of his fellow tribe members than any
skill on Aras' part.  Having me by his side this season will certainly help
improve his game, and we plan to win again... only for real this time." He
gave one of his trademark grins, and when the reviewer turned to Aras for a
comment, he could only walk away.

Vytas remained oblivious, though.  And when the producers suggested the
cast members return to their hotel rooms for the evening, Vytas had
remained oblivious as Aras barely spoke on the elevator ride up.  All he
could think about was Vytas' cruel dismissal of him, and how little he
clearly thought of him, both as a player and as a man.  That really stung.
All of this was running through Aras's head as Vytas rambled on.  He rubbed
his eyes and tried to tune out the noise, but the sudden sound of the
window blinds being pulled open caused him to look up.

Vytas was slowly rolling open the window, looking out over the foreign city
below.  Tomorrow, they'd be summoned from the room early and loaded onto a
small plane and transported out to Palaui Island to begin Day 1 of their
adventure.  So Vytas was taking one last moment to enjoy the view of
civilization, even through slightly hazy eyes.

Aras leaned forward and took in the view before him.  While Vytas had been
talking, he'd clearly slipped out of his suit pants.  From behind, Aras
could see that his brother still had on his black socks and his grey boxer
briefs, but his white dress shirt hung open and flapped slightly in the
breeze as his brother leaned against the glass.  Despite his anger, Aras
couldn't help but notice the strong definition in his brother's calves.
All those years of yoga had turned Vytas into a trim, but wiry young man.
Aras was no slouch himself, but he felt those old competitive urges begin
to flow as he allowed his gaze to linger on his brother's muscled form.  As
his eyes roamed up over Vytas' tanned, slightly hairy legs, he found
himself pausing for a second to take in the solid globes of Vytas' ass,
hidden behind the tight gray boxer briefs.  He swallowed hard, remembering
when an old college friend of his had commented that Aras might have been
blessed with the face, but Vytas definitely won in the ass lottery.  The
memory made Aras exhale in frustration, causing Vytas to turn and face his
brother.

"What's up with you tonight?" Vytas asked

Aras averted his gaze.  "Nothing.  It's just been a long night and I'm
ready for bed.  Trust me, production is gonna call early tomorrow, and
we'll need our rest.  Once we hit that island, it's gonna be go time."

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm ready."  Vytas crossed his arms and
leaned back against the window.

"No, Vytas, you only think you're ready," Aras said with an exasperated
sigh.

"Oh. Of course.  What was I thinking.  Silly me, having an opinion.  I
forgot I was in the presence of the one, true Survivor God.  All hail Aras
Baskauskas, he who knows all."

Aras shook his head, but didn't respond.

"Jesus, you really are a pissypants tonight.  Come on, Aras, I'm joking.
Lighten up."

"Everything's a fucking joke with you, Vytas."  Aras stood up, unbuttoning
his pants and letting them fall to the floor.  He pulled open his duffle
bag, pulling out a pair of fleece sweatpants and slid them on.  "Now come
on, just go to bed."  He unbuttoned his dress shirt and threw it on the
floor next to his pants, keeping his white wife beater on.  He turned and
saw Vytas staring at him, a confused expression crossing his face.

"Aras," Vytas said, softly.  "I'm sorry, bro.  Seriously, I'm not... I'm
not exactly sure what I did, but I didn't mean to piss you off.  I thought
you were excited about doing this show together, so I guess I'm just
letting the excitement of the evening come out a bit.  You know me, you
know I don't mean any harm."

"I do know you, Vytas.  And I know exactly how much harm you mean."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing.  Go to bed."  Aras reached to pull down the comforter on his bed
when Vytas quickly grabbed his arm.  "Vytas, let go of me, come on."

"No," Vytas said.  His grip was solid, but not strong.  Aras sighed,
allowing his brother to gently pull him back to the center of the room.  "I
don't want us to go into this game with some kind of tension between us.
Please, Aras.  Talk to me."

"Look, it's nothing, it's just... maybe playing this game... together... is
a mistake."

Vytas laughed slightly, obviously interpreting the comment as a joke.  When
he realized his brother was quite serious, his smile turned into a frown.
"What do you mean?  What kind of mistake?"

"Us, you... me... we have too much history.  And I already know how that's
all going to play out.  I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be douchey "Survivor
God" or whatever, but I know how they edit these things.  Every bit of our
history is going to be dragged out and exploited for the entire world to
see."

"I don't have any shame for how my life has gone," Vytas said plainly.
"And no regrets.  You should feel the same, Aras."

"Really?"  Aras said, his face flushing with anger.  "No regrets?"

"None."

"Well that's just wonderful, Vytas.  It fills me with such joy to know you
have no regrets about being a fucking drug addict who threw away his life
and walked out on his family and his brother who absolutely worshiped the
ground he walked on and..."  Aras sputtered slightly, realizing he'd said
too much.  He felt his heart begin to race, as old wounds opened and
unresolved feelings came to the surface.

"God," Vytas said, placing his hands over his face.  "What a stupid idiotic
thing to say to you.  Aras, of course I regret that.  You have no idea how
much I regret that.  Look, if I'm being honest, the main reason I'm even
here is to spend time with you!"

"That's bullshit, Vytas, you want to win a million dollars..."

"Well, that too of course," he said with a slight laugh.  "Come on!  How
much fucking fun would it be to win a million dollars if I don't get to
share it with my little brother, who, by the way, I also adore."  Aras
glared at him through narrow eyes.  "Now you're just making fun of me."

"Making fun of you?  Aras..."  Vytas scratched his head and began to pace,
choosing his words carefully.  The white dress shirt continued to flap in
the breeze as Aras once again found himself looking at his brother's frame.
His chest was as defined as everything else about him, a light dusting of
brown fur crossing across his pecs and leading down across his rippling
abdominal muscles.  Aras couldn't help but notice that Vytas shared the
Baskauskas "happy trail"... the line of brown fur leading from his belly
button, down past the waistband of his grey boxer briefs.  For a split
second, Aras allowed his eyes to slowly follow that trail down, down,
down...

"Aras!" Vytas said, snapping him back to attention.  "Look... I don't know
if I'll... well, if I'll ever truly be able to make up for walking away
from you, Aras," Vytas said, stepping toward his younger brother.  He
reached up and placed one hand on Aras's muscled shoulder, the other
beneath his slightly grizzled chin.  Tilting his head up, he forced Aras to
meet his gaze.  "But there's one thing I can promise you."

Aras blinked, his eyes moist with emotion.  "What's that?"

"It's that I'll never, never stop trying."  Vytas gave him a wink and a sly
cockeyed smile and Aras felt his anger begin to fade.  He could never
resist his brother's charm.  But there was something different about Vytas
this time.  Something... more sincere.  Aras nodded in response.

Holding his brother's gaze, Vytas slowly pulled him toward him.  Aras saw
the slight tip of his brother's tongue slide across his lips, moistening
them, as they drew closer together.  Vytas placed his strong hands on his
brother's back, one just behind his neck, the other on the small of his
back, right above the waistline of his sweatpants.  Aras felt lightheaded
as he felt himself being drawn closer to his brother, ever closer.

"Vytas..." Aras whispered as his brother pressed his forehead against his;
their eyes met and Vytas shushed him.  After a few seconds of silence, Aras
began to notice his heart beating in his ears.  He felt loopy and slightly
drunk, but he knew that couldn't be from the alcohol, as he'd hardly had
more than two drinks tonight, and that was over an hour ago.

He saw Vytas swallow, watched as the muscles in his brother's taut neck
flexed.  Then, Vytas pulled him even closer and Aras closed his eyes.  The
gulf between them closed and Aras was quickly wrapped in Vytas' strong
arms, his head resting on his brother's shoulder.  Breathing in deeply,
Aras took in his brother's scent... it was warm and musky, a mix of cologne
and salty sweat.  The scent transported him back to their teenage years,
when they would playfully wrestle.

Aras remembered how much he enjoyed being close to Vytas; not just
emotionally, but physically as well.  Vytas had a way of making Aras feel
safe and protected.  Suddenly, Aras realized that this was what he most
missed about his brother.  Vytas could be cruel; Vytas could be
competitive; Vytas could be an overbearing obnoxious prick... but he was
never cold or distant.  Even when they'd argue and fight, Vytas would
always find a way to make contact with Aras.  A soft hand on his
shoulder... a playful light tap across his chin... a tousle of his
hair... a gentle whack across his backside.

God he missed the way Vytas felt.  He squeezed his brother tightly, the two
of them locked in a strong brotherly embrace and Aras felt all the
remaining anger and frustration dissipate for the moment.

After a few moments, Vytas began to pull out of the embrace.  Aras resisted
the urge to yell "No!  Not yet..."

Vytas remained close to his brother, placing his hands on Aras' face and
gently stroking his temples with his thumbs.  There was a dewy softness in
Vytas' eyes as he gazed deeply into Aras'.  "Please forgive me, Aras,"
Vytas whispered, his voice thick with emotion.  "I'd do anything for you.
Anything at all.  I love you so much, Little Brother."

"I... I love you, too, Vytas," Aras whispered back.

They stood together, lost in each others' eyes for a long time, the sound
of the breeze blowing across their semi-clad bodies, both feeling closer
than they had in years... both feeling sensations and emotions they'd
thought long buried.  "Aras..."  Vytas whispered, his mouth moist and his
lips soft.

"Vytas," Aras responded, as they drew closer and closer...

"There's something... I have to do..." Vytas said.

"Do it," Aras said.

TO BE CONTINUED...