Date: Wed, 21 Aug 2019 04:52:07 +0000 From: Michael Smith Subject: True Brothers Love - Chapter 3 Legal stuff: This story, while a work of complete fiction, contains graphic sexual scenes between consenting males both over and under the age of 18. If this material is offensive to you, this is your warning not read this story and stop here. Also, if you are under the age of 18, it is most likely illegal for you to read this story. However, I cannot do anything to make you stop so continue at your own discretion. As stated before, this story is a work of total and complete fiction. Any likeness of these characters to real people, living or dead, is completely coincidental. Again, this story is a work of fiction. The author claims any and all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed without the author's consent. Only websites the author chooses and consents to publicate this work of fiction are allowed to publish it. Don't forget to donate to Nifty to help keep this story, and countless others like it, free and openly available for reading! The author, again, asks that you, the reader, understand that all actions that occur in this story are works of fiction. These actions are neither real, encouraged, nor discouraged by the author of this work of fiction. Author's Notes: Finally picking this story back up. There was a lot going on my life over the past year and I finally got the spark to continue this story! This chapter is a bit heavier and sadder than I intended but I didn't really want to skip over this part of the story. I feel it was a good place for them to get to grow more comfortable with their admittance for each other in the second chapter. This story will be a slow-burn story so don't expect sex to happen within the first few chapters. I have had this idea for a while and understand that a lot of readers want to jump straight to sex but this story will not do that. There will be sexual scenes, yes, but they won't occur right off the bat and they will be slow in progression as well. This story will be more of a focus on the two main character relationship and how it will progress throughout the changes feelings in their lives towards each other. Please, feel free to contact me with any questions, comments, concerns, or suggestions about this work of fiction at incstwrtr007@protonmail.com Here are the images I used for my own reference when writing the characters. Feel free to use them or use your imagination. David: https://66.media.tumblr.com/b07674f65b23675f68fceeca99d01460/0aff28fcda3945ad-97/s1280x1920/15be69850725f9165ed1146ead9f538c673a9a63.jpg Joeseph: https://66.media.tumblr.com/2edf1cfc7383c9b345996f109515fe9d/ab923a08a2f48429-36/s500x750/190cc629ba606adced381e1b820bf5c64850df93.jpg Chapter 3 - Clay David nodded slightly, his stubble scratching the smooth palm of my hand as he did so. His eyes are still locked with mine and I wipe the remainder of his tear with my thumb. I blink a few times to keep myself from shedding a tear before he leans down, resting his forehead against mine. "I'm sorry." He mumbles as he closes his eyes tight, shaking his head as if he's ashamed to admit that he loves me in this way. "Woah, woah." I whisper, shaking my head against his. "You don't have a single thing to be sorry for, David." I stop and swallow hard. "This isn't an easy life and it's not something anyone would chose in a million years." I rest my head on my pillow and look up at him, shaking his head a bit with my hand still on his cheek. "What's most important about this is how we deal with this and move forward with our relationship." I take another pause and give his chest a firm push, causing him to open his eyes and look down at me. "Don't you ever apologize for how you feel about me, or how you feel about anything else, ever again." His eyes meet mine and he looks into one, then the other before taking a deep breath, his wide chest growing under my hand. "You're right." He say after a moment, a single, airy laugh leaving his lungs as he nods a few time and bites his lip, keeping himself from shedding another tear. This is hard for him, I know it is. It's been a long while since I've seen him be this open with me and even longer since I've seen him shed a tear. It was true though, this wasn't an easy life but we were in it together, no matter what that meant. "Let's just talk about this tomorrow, alright?" He asks, giving my hand on his chest a small squeeze. "Alright." I agree, giving a small but firm not, letting him know that I was with him 100% on this. "Let's get some good shut eye, David." I move my hand from his cheek and slide it under my pillow, resting on my side to face him. He follows suit, laying down to face me, his hand on my back pulling me into his warm body. I instinctivly place my face in the crook of his neck, feeling a closeness, a connection I have never felt before and I know he feels the same as his leg slides over mine, pulling me closer to him as his hand slides to my lower back, holding me close, tight to him. "Goodnight." He says softly. "Goodnight." I repeat, feeling his warmth spreading through my body, feeling this close to him, taking the next step, allowing ourselves to be this close to each other physically, lulling me to sleep already. "I love you." I hear his voice barely, so soft I would have missed it had it not been dead quiet in the room, his heart still pounding against my hand over it. I nod softly, inhaling deeply, taking in his warm and masculine scent as I do. "I love you, too." I repeat before parting my lips and giving myself to his embrace, relaxing under his arms and legs, falling into a deep sleep faster than I think I ever have before. *** I groan as the stream of late-morning sunshine streams in through the windows, interrupting my sleep as the sounds of birds chirping invades my ears. My hand fumbles around the bed before I open my eyes, feeling nothing but empty as it touches cool, smooth sheets. I sit up immediately, looking at the clock. It's 10:34am. "Shit," I mumble to myself as I throw the blankets off of me and jump to my feet. I'm going to have to walk to school and I'm already halfway into third period as it is. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I step to the dresser and yank a drawer open, grabbing a black tshirt and quickly tearing my sleeveless pajama shirt off. "Where's the fire?" I hear from behind me, snapping around to see my brother standing in the doorway, dressed in only pair of boxer briefs a tshirt. "I thought I might as well let you sleep in if you're missing school today." He crosses the room and hands me the glass, it's only then that I remember I'm newly shirtless. I hold the black shirt over my torso as I take the glass, never one to be on display in front of my brother, even after last nights memories being to flood my brain. Last night. I almost thought it was a dream, just something I had made up in my head during World Literature class but, as I take a sip from the glass I remember how real it was, the way he admitted his feelings for me, the same I held for him, the way he shed a single tear, one not born of sadness I'm sure. I swallow the drink and look up at him before removing it from my lips. "How long have you been up?" I ask, my light voice still gravely and groggy from just getting up. "Just long enough to cook breakfast." He tells my, scratching the back of his neck and I can't help but to eye his bicep as he does. "It's still hot but I got tired of waiting plus I skipped dinner last night so I ate without you." "Ass." I reply, giving him a small punch on his chest as I smile and walk past him. "Language!" I hear playfully behind me as I walk into the dining area, seeing plate full of hashbrowns, bacon, and eggs. I take my seat at the table, licking my lips at the full plate of food. "I figured you'd rather have that the some ceral and a muffin." David says, a smile creeping across my face as I start to dig in. I look over at him, watching as he rinses his plate from earlier at the sink, the white sunlight streaming over his arms as he does, my eyes watching even such a mundane task becoming interesting. I chuckle at the thought to myself, scooping a few more bites of hashbrows into my mouth before I remember what today was. "So, uh, when were you planning on going to the cemetary?" I ask a bit cautiously, treading lightly and not wanting to ruin any good mood that he might have been in for the day. He pauses for a moment, looking blankly out of the window, before placing his plate and fork into the dishwasher. "I was figuring we could go when you get done with breakfast." He turns to me and leans an arm on the counter, a bit of sadness flashing in his eyes. Mom and Dad were just a fleeting memory to me but they were all too real for him, he was almost grown when their accident happened so he knew them more than I did and today was always hard for him. "I'd rather just go ahead and get it taken care of then we can have the rest of the day to ourselves." I nod in agreement and quickly finish my plate as he goes to get ready. I rinse my plate and set it in the dishwasher before meeting him in our bedroom, seeing him already getting dressed. "Have you already got the flowers?" I ask ask as I stand in the door to our bedroom, seeing him pull of his shirt, eyeing his back for a moment before he slides on a dark maroon button up. "No, we'll have to stop at a florists on the way there." His voice is a bit flat as he rolls his sleeves up, letting them stop just under his elbows. "But you're more than welcome to drive if you want to." He turns to face me and smiles softly before walking to meet me in the doorway. "It's just one more day, right?" His hand falls onto my shoulder and I cover it with my own. "Yeah, just one more day." I repeat, smiling up at him as he towers over me, my thumb rubbing along his hand for a moment as we lock eyes, gauging his emotions from the, feeling the weight behind them, not only for our missing parents but for me as well. "Give me a few and I'll be ready to go." He nods a few times before brushing past me into the bathroom. I sigh and step into the room, openin the closet. I look at the shirts and remove mine, pulling a dark blue one from a hanger and slipping it on, rollin the sleeves up. I change into a pair of dark slim jeans, then throw some socks and my black dress shoes on. "You ready?" I hear David ask. I look over my shoulder and see him in the door, his broad shoulders and slightly narrow waist shown off as his shirt is now tucked into his black jeans. "We had better get a move on unless you want to spend the whole day crying like a baby." He tosses something in the air and I catch it without hesisation, looking down and seeing the keys to his, Dad's almost, truck in my hands. I look at them for a moment, turning them in my hand. "Yeah, let's go." I tell him, crossing the room and sliding my arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. "Let's rock and roll." I pull away and look up at him, standing on my toes and giving him a soft kiss on his stubble ridden cheek. I walk us to the garage and we get into the truck without a word. I start it and pull out of the garage, driveway, and down the road without a word. I glance over as I drive us to the florist, seeing him turning the radio up a bit. I grab his hand, letting my fingers interlock between his, giving it a squeeze, letting him know his little brother was here for him The stop at the florist was uninspiring as you could imagine. We picked up a large bouquet of Blue Hydrangea and succents, a mix of Mom and Dad's favorites according to David. The drive to the cemetary as quiet as could be, David not saying a word despite his favorite classic rock song coming on the radio. I pull into the cemetary and follow the narrow drive to Mom and Dad's graves. I stop the engine and we climb out of the truck, grabbing the large bouqet as we do, the doors shutting with a thug. I feel David join my side and we walk throught the green grass, the sky blue and cloudless as the mid-day sun streams down on us, a crisp Autumn breeze blowing against us as we make it to their headstone. We pause and I look at my older brother, his hand grabbing mine and we set the bouquet in the vase at the bsae of their headstone together. We look down together, remembering what we can of them before our silence is broken. "It's all going to be alright. I promise." I hear David say, hearing him repeating my words from the previous night. I look up at him and see a few tears streaming down his cheeks. I bite my bottom lip and wrap my arms around him, feeling his arms wrapping around me. I let out a heavy sigh as I feel him squeezing me tightly, today was always harder for him than it was for me but we both quietly cry in each others arms for a few moments. I look down at the headstone, the grass not quite growing up to it, exposing the cold clay that it sat in. "It's all going to be alright." I repeat, letting my arms fall around his waist as I bury my face into his neck, taking a deep, shaky breath as I feel his loving embrace around me, finding myself wanting to feel nothing but to be lost in my own older brothers arms and warmth. "I promise." I feel him let out a long sigh before his hands slide down to my lower back. "They'd be proud of what a smart and responsible young man you're becoming, you know that?" He asks with a gentle but sad smile. I nod and wrap my arms around his waist, not wanting to feel him let me go just yet, wondering what they would think if they saw us now but I didn't care, there's nobody else I'd want to share this moment with right now. "You're still the more responsible of either of us, you know." I tell him, looking up and smiling at him. "They'd be very proud with how you've handled this situation and raised me... cared for me." I add, my eyes finding his. He smiles wider, placing a kiss on my forehead again. "I did my best." He admits quietly, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me into him, squeezing me hard as he looks longingly at the headstone. "But that's all I could do." He admits, another tear or two rolling down his cheek. "And I wouldn't have changed it for the world, David." I swallow and wipe the tears from his cheeks before standing on my toes and kissing each cheek softly. "I love you and they would have, too." I give him a tight squeeze, not wanting to let my big brother go before we head back towards the truck, both of us looking wistfully at the flowers on the headstone, a few more tears leaving our eyes.