Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 13:41:25 -0500
From: Zane Mcguire <zanemcguire@gmail.com>
Subject: ARAS AND VYTAS - PART 3

ARAS AND VYTAS – Forgive Me, Little Brother
PART 3 OF 4
By Zane McGuire

ZaneMcguire@gmail.com

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TV show SURVIVOR.  It is in no way a reflection of any true or real events.

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Vytas smiled and gave Aras a wink.  "I know what you're thinking."

"You... you do?"

"Yeah.  You are wondering if what your old college friend said is still
true."

"What... what do you mean?"

"What was it he said?  You had the face, but I had the ass..."  Vytas
allowed his hand to slide down over this belly until it found the knot of
the towel.  With a flick of his wrist, the towel came loose and fell to the
floor.

Aras gasped as he gazed upon the backside of his brother's naked body.
Vytas grinned as he flexed the muscles in his ass.

"Well... Do I still win?  What do you think of my ass now, little brother?"

Aras stood there, mouth agape, clearly struggling to find the words.  Vytas
watched his little brother squirm for a few seconds before busting out into
laughter.  "Look at you," he said with a smile.  "Could you be any more
red?  I'll take your silence as confirmation that, yes, I still win."

"You... You..."  Aras screwed his face up into a grimace.  "Such a bastard.
Just when I think you are... I don't know... a decent human being, you
prove what a jackass you are."

"Emphasis on the ass."  Vytas gave his butt another little wiggle before
leaning over and pulling his underwear up.  "You're not really mad at me,
are you?"  He could tell that Aras wanted to be mad, but eventually he let
a small smile slip through.

"Fuckhead."

"So, what's the story, little brother?"  Vytas wiped the rest of the
shaving cream from his face and leaned against the sink.  "Why are you
lurking out there like a creeper, watching me?"

"I... I wasn't... I just... It's my turn to shower."

"Help yourself," Vytas said, indicating the shower.  "Mind if I watch?"

Aras shot him a look.  "What?"

"Well, I gave you a show..."

"Vytas, I..."

Vytas rolled his eyes.  "Relax, I'm joking."  He grabbed his towel from the
floor and padded across the floor toward his brother.  "Go on, then, get
naked."  He winked at Aras as he passed by.

While Aras showered, Vytas set about putting his suit away.  He couldn't
help but grin.  He loved his little brother, but in all honesty, the game
of Survivor had already started.  He knew enough about the show to know
that there would be all kinds of twists and turns ahead of them.  Aras was
right when he said Vytas was motivated to win a million dollars.  And in
order to do that, he had to use the only true talent he was confident in;
his ability to fuck with people's heads.  When it came to Aras, he knew
exactly how to play him.  He genuinely adored his little brother, and truly
felt guilty for letting him down all those years ago, but Aras was soft.
He could be swayed by people, and Vytas needed to keep him completely under
his thrall in order to make it to the end.  And if that meant playing on
their history, he would do it.  Vytas had learned a long time ago that he
had a certain... charisma that people responded to.  It had come in handy
during his prison stay.  Over the years, he'd used that charisma both in
his work as a teacher and as a yoga instructor.  Male, female, it didn't
matter to Vytas.  If someone had something he wanted, he knew how to lay on
the charm and use it to his advantage.

With Aras, Vytas knew his brother needed a protector.  He needed someone to
look up to, to respect, but someone who would be there and keep him safe
when things got tough.  Vytas was glad to be that person.  He also knew
that Aras was very competitive, especially when it came to physical
fitness.  He'd always been jealous at how easily things came to Vytas.
Hell, it seemed like every time Vytas turned around, Aras was staring at
his arms, chest, legs or... elsewhere.  Vytas shook his head and laughed,
thinking again about what just happened in the bathroom.  Things had turned
so serious between them and he wanted to lighten the mood, but that look on
Aras' face when the towel dropped... it was classic.

They had to go into tomorrow perfectly in sync; that was essential to
starting off strong.  Vytas had met the other competitors this evening at
the launch party and there were some serious physical and mental threats
this season.  He had to make sure that Aras was focused and ready to play.
And that meant dealing with this tension between them once and for all.

Vytas pulled back the covers on his brother's bed and smiled, considering
his next move.  He had something in mind... something that he was sure
would cement the bond that he needed in order for them to be successful.
But he had to be careful; if he over played his hand, it could blow up in
his face and there simply wouldn't be enough time to make things right.

The question now was... would Aras take the bait?

A few moments later, Aras returned from the bathroom, wearing one of the
courtesy robes he'd grabbed from the back of the door.  He was gentling
toweling his hair.

Vytas had crawled into his own bed and sat with his back to the headboard,
his arms crossed behind his head.  He was grinning.

"What?" Aras asked, tossing the towel onto the floor.  "What's that face
all about?"

"I... uh... had a little accident," Vytas said, looking sheepish.

"What kind of accident?"

Vytas indicated Aras' bed.  Aras walked over and saw that the sheets had
been pulled back and there was a giant orange wet stain in the middle of
his sheets.  "What the hell..."

"Sorry!" Vytas said.  "I grabbed a soda and when I opened it, it sprayed
all over the place."

Aras was dubious.  "And my bed just happened to be unmade at the time?"

"What can I say, I thought you might like some turndown service."  Vytas
grinned.  "I guess you'll have to bunk with me tonight."  He gently patted
the side of his bed.  "Come on, I'll make room."

"Vytas, what the hell are you playing at?"

"Not playing," Vytas said, oozing sincerity.  "Come on.  It's not like we
haven't shared a bed before."

"When we were twelve!  It's a twin bed!  We're both a little bigger now!"

Vytas playfully lifted the covers and looked under them.  "I'm reasonably
sure I'm more than a little bigger than I was at twelve," he said with a
laugh.  "But I can't be sure.  Why don't you hop in and tell me what you
think?"

Aras shook his head, but walked over to the other side of the bed.  "For
fuck's sake, Vytas, skooch on over."  He took off his robe and slid beneath
the sheets wearing only his briefs.  Vytas reached over and switched off
the light as Aras crawled in beside him.  "Jesus, this is tight," Aras
whispered.

"That's what she said," Vytas joked.  The brothers laughed together and
Vytas reached over and pulled Aras close to him.  Aras gasped slightly as
he felt his brother's slightly smaller, but warm body pressed against his
naked back.

"That's better.  We should probably get comfortable with sleeping like
this, don't you think?" Vytas breathed into his ear.  "Didn't you say it
might get cold out there and we'd have to snuggle?"

"Yes," Aras said, his voice quivering slightly.  "But I
didn't... well... necessarily mean with each other."

"You better not be snuggling with anyone else while we're out there, bro,"
Vytas said, his breath hot against Aras' neck.  His arm swept up across
Aras' chest to his nipple, giving it a playful tweak.  Aras inhaled sharply
as an electric shock swept across his body.  "We're a team, remember?"

"Yeah..." Aras gasped.  "Yeah, a team."

"For the next 39 days... we do everything together, okay?"  Vytas' hand
gently rubbed Aras' chest, and Aras felt his brother's leg slowly start to
rise, his strong furry calves pressing against his thigh.  "I don't want
you out of my sight, Aras... promise me... promise me, you'll stay true to
me?"

Aras felt that familiar tingle in his stomach, and he allowed his eyes to
close.  Was his brother talking about the game... or... something else?
Aras couldn't be sure.  But all he knew was that he didn't want it to stop.

"I promise, Vytas.  Loyal and true."

"Good."  Vytas held him like that, his hands gently caressing his younger
brother's lithe form, their legs getting further and further entwined.
Then, with a grin Aras couldn't see in the dark, Vytas decided the time was
right to move forward with the crescendo of his plan.  Slowly, he began to
press his groin into Aras' backside.  Softly at first, almost
imperceptibly.  Then a little faster, a little stronger.  He graped Aras
firmly across his chest and closed his eyes.

Here we go... Vytas thought, imagining the million dollars he was going to
win with his brother's help.

"Vytas..." Aras whispered, causing him to freeze in his tracks.  "What are
we doing here?"

"I... I'm just..." Now it was Vytas' turn to stammer.

Aras pulled away from his brother's grasp and reached over to turn on the
light.

"Jesus, Vytas... are you hard?"

Vytas gave one of his cheesy grins and shrugged...

TO BE CONTINUED...