Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2019 04:27:27 +0000 From: Michael Smith Subject: True Brothers Love - Chapter 4 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 4 - Tears and Rain We clammered into the truck and I took the wheel again, something told me that David didn't really feel like driving. I waited for a moment, looking over at him as he put his seatbelt on and gave me a weak smile as he saw me watching him, my eyes meeting his, seeing them glistening with water. "You okay?" He asks his voice a little shaky, a questioning expression coming over his face as I hear the buckle click and he keeps his hand on the latch. I look at him for a good moment, my eyes searching his, looking for an answer that I could give him that I know would make him feel so much better but it's lost to me. I blink a few times and look out over the flat hood of the pickup truck, my fingers finding the ignition and turning it, the engine grumbling to life under the hood. I press the brake pedal and put my hand up on the shifter before turning and look at him again, seeing his head resting on the headrest as he looks blankly at the ceiling, a single tear running down his left cheek. "Are you okay?" I ask, letting out a heavy sigh, hating to see my older brother this way but knowing this day was always harder for him than it was for me. He knew our parents more than I ever had, he was basically an adult when they passed so I never blamed him for his emotions on days like today, there was nothing I could do about it so I was just as supportive as I could be. "You know I'm not a kid anymore." I start before he clears his throat, cutting me off. "I know, I jus-" David pauses, looking down at his lap and looking at his hands as they lazily twiddle together. "I hate having you see me like this." I can't help but to let out a small chuckle at such a ridiculous statement before stopping myself before he could take it the wrong way. I leave the truck in park and move my hand from the shifter to his on his lap, grabbing it and squeezing it before looking over at him again, wishing there was some way to tell him or show him that I was there for him. "I don't know why." I tell him, swallowing and leaning over, placing some of my weight on the center armrest. "You're a person, David." I continue, smiling as warmly as I could as I feel my eyes watering up a bit as well. "You're allowed to express how you feel, especially when it comes to something like this." I move his hand onto the armrest and let my fingers slip between his, giving his hand a harder squeeze. "If anybody should be seeing you like this, it should be me more than anyone else." I lean over a bit more, leaning down a bit so I can meet his eyes as he looks down at the floorboard, his chest almost caving in as he lets out a long, slow breath, his eyes shutting lazily as I assume he attempts to hold back more tears. "You're right." He says after a moment, nodding a few times and then opening his eyes, looking out over the hood of the truck. "It's just so hard." His voice wavers softly and I can hear it catching in his throat before he closes his lips and swallows. "I know it is." I reply, taking my hand from his and placing them both on his cheeks, turning him to face me and wiping the tears from his cheeks with my thumb. "You don't have to be so big and tough all the time." I look into his green eyes, shimmering like Emeralds from the tears that are still pooling. I feel both of his hands reach up and covering mine, his stubble rubbing against my soft palms as he does. "I love you, no matter what, David." I admit, my gaze switching from eye to eye as I feel my hands pulling him towards me slowly, our eyes never leaving each others. My heart pounds in my chest as his face inches towards mine, feeling almost disconnected from my body as our noses glide against each other, our eyes shutting steadily. I make myself stop and wait, giving him just a second to react, before we gently meet each others lips. We both hold steady, staying stiller than still, the air in the truck filled with silece, the only thing I can hear is the blood rushing through my ears and my heart thumping in my chest. I guess I found my way to show him that I was there for him and how much I love him. We stay like that for a moment, our lips touching but not moving, before I pull back and look at him, eyes eyes still filled with tears but empty of any worry or uncertainty. His big arms wrap around my shoulders and, if it wasn't for my seatbelt, I'm sure he would have pulled me over the armrest by how tightly he hugged me. I rest my forehead on his shoulder and hug him back and we stay like that for even longer, wrapped tightly in each others arms before I hear a heavy sigh leave his nose and he gives my back a firm pat before leaning back into his seat. "Why don't we grab a pizza for lunch?" He asks, giving me a weak but completely sincere smile. I look at him for a bit longer and shake my head, any look of fear or anxiety completely gone from his face as the tears in his eyes subside. "That's fine by me." I reply, swallowing and looking forward again before placing the truck into drive and pulling out of the cemetary, a few raindrops starting to fall from the sky as I point us towards the closest pizza joint. The ride is quiet but it's a comfortable silence and I feel David's hand on mine as I rest it on the armrest, his fingers slipping between mine and giving it a firm squeeze for a few seconds before relaxing, staying there for the rest of the ride home. I pull the truck into the garage as it starts to pour outside and I kill the engine, grabbing the pizza and looking over at him as I open my door, him sitting still and quiet. "You alright?" I ask, my other hand popping my door open as I gently kick it open with my foot. He looks over at me and stares for a moment before a bright smile makes it's way across his lips. "I'm alright." David nods firmly before opening his door and grabbing the pizza from my hand before getting out of the truck and heading inside. I grab the 2-liter of Coke and head in behind him, the kitchen dark as rainclouds cast dark shadows across the counter. "You wanna chill and watch a movie?" He asks me as he grabs two plates from the cabinet after setting the pizza on the stove. "Yeah, that sounds perfect right now." I look out of the window over the sink as the rain pours against it, all of the trees in the front yard soaking and dripping with water. "Just don't go to sleep on me, old man." I tease, giving him a gently push on his hip. I grab two cups from the cabinet and fill them with ice before pouring us each a glass of Coke. He grabs the pizza box and walks to the living room, setting it down on the coffee table before turning on the fan and grabbing the pillows from our bed and a blanket from the closet. "You can pick." He tells me, tossing me the remote as he unfolds the blanket and then throws it over the couch, covering me as I set my pillow behind my head. I kick my shoes off before putting my feet up on the coffee table, grabbing a slice of pizza from the box, taking a few bites as I flip through the channels, putting on a Captain America movie, something I knew was one of his favorites. He turns to the TV and smiles before looking back at me. "I said you could pick." "And I did." I shoot him a bit of a shit-eating grin before taking another bite of my pizza, knowing I put the movie on mostly for him but who can turn down a good super hero movie, anyway. He pulls the blanket back and sits next to me on the couch, close enough for our arms and legs to touch and he takes his shoes off and puts his feet on the coffee table as well. "You know Mom would kill us if she saw us with our feet on the coffee table, right?" I lean foward and grab a slice of pizza, hearing him laugh before handing it to him as I lean back, my head sinking into the pillow. "Yeah, I know." His voice sounds a bit wisful but not near as sad as it did earlier. "But that's okay, it's just the two of us, Joe." He leans up and clinks his glass against mine before taking a drink from it. "And that's more than alright with me." He falls back into the couch and his pillow as the movie starts. His arm wraps around my shoulder and pulls me into him, my head resting on his chest as we eat, drink, and watch the movie. The rain pounds against the roof, thunder shaking the house, the TV casting light and shadows over us as we sit in the dark living room, cuddled into each other on the couch and just the two us was more than alright for me, too.