Complicated Desires (Private)(18+)

[Sathenus]

A soft practically silent sigh left Cyrus as he absently played with the food on his plate. Head resting on his left hand, the dinner conversation had once more turned to his older brother Blake. It was no surprise that the other man had apparently had such a great day at school, Cyrus would have been more surprised if he hadn't. That didn't mean he liked constantly hearing about it, especially when his own was never the good. He had a tiny group of friends who at the very least put up with him, but that was nothing compared to the man sitting across from him. Even if he was only a year younger, he felt like they were worlds apart. Bored hazel eyes were locked on his play of practically untouched food, just not hungry and having other things on his mind. It was hard to concentrate when his mind kept wandering back to one thing in particular.

 

A couple days ago a new kid had joined their school, and leave it to Cyrus to instantly have a crush on the person. What made said crush hard to bare was the fact that the other person was male. Just the thought made him want to blush in embarrassment, he could already hear what their parents would say if they found out. Not to mention he didn't even want to know what Blake would say, his brother having a girlfriend currently. Sometimes he liked to think he was just overthinking it and that they would take it well, but the fear of what might happen if that wasn't the case always kept him from speaking up. Finally he interrupted his brother's account of how his day had gone not able to take it anymore and wanting to be alone. "Can I be excused?" his voice wasn't that loud, even at home his own quiet nature had been separating him from his family lately.

 

Hearing their father's strong voice telling him he was he slipped up from the table, making sure he took care of his untouched plate before heading upstairs. It wasn't unlike him to excuse himself early from dinner, it was just unlike him to do so without eating at least half of what was on his plate. Tonight his mind was just on other things, and he couldn't bare being in the same room as his brother anymore. His mind bitterly telling him how bad his own school life was compared to the other man's. They had been close up until Blake realized what being a star baseball player meant for his social life, then their relationship just kind of disappeared. Now they pretty much pretended at school that they didn't know each other, and though Cyrus constantly told himself he preferred it that way he knew it was a bit of a lie.

 

Slipping into his room he didn't really pay much attention to whether or not his door shut behind him as he flung himself back on his bed. Eyes staring up at the ceiling absently before he ran a hand through his light brown hair pushing some stray strands out of his eyes. Turning his head to the side his mind had slipped back to the new object of his attention and this time he did blush now that he was alone and able to allow himself to feel such emotions. Shifting he removed his shirt before slipping out of his pants tossing both into his hamper before he moved towards his dresser. He knew the feeling he had in his body right now and the way he already was reacting just from his thoughts alone that he would have to take care of it before he could go to bed.

 

Reaching into the bottom drawer he pulled out a small bottle of lube and a toy he had got for himself, it really was the only way for him to take care of his true desires without actually bringing a boy home to do it for him. That thought alone made him inwardly panic. Returning to his bed he set the two items down before laying back on it himself and taking in a deep breath, he was sure that everyone else was still down at dinner giving himself about an hour to take care of his current problem. With the discussion that went on during meals he knew he had plenty of time not to mention he was sure they still hadn't started desert yet. Slipping his boxers off he tossed them to the side, spreading his legs enough for him to be able to get at his hole. Grabbing the lube he lubed up his fingers knowing from experience he had to prepare himself before he could start using the toy that laid on the bed beside him.

 

One finger slipped in easily a soft sound slipping from him as he bit his lip and moved it around to stretch himself out. The second finger wasn't as easy to get in, a groan leaving his lips this time. No matter how many times he did this he always seemed to get just as tight again, not like he truly minded. It took him a few minutes before the third finger could enter him, moving to properly prepare himself. Occasionally he would stroke himself and before long he was ready. Slipping his fingers out he put a bit of lube on the dildo before moving it down to his stretched hole and pushed it slowly in. A moan slipped out of him, his free hand shooting up to cover his own mouth body shaking just the slightest. Once it was buried inside of him he gave himself the chance to adjust before he started thrusting it into him.

 

As the minutes passed he started loosing himself to the feeling of the toy moving inside of him. The pace having picked up and having learned his body enough to thrust it against his prostate. It was harder for him to keep his moans and gasps quiet now as his legs fell even further apart. His cock was already leaking, and he wasn't remotely aware of anything that was himself and the pleasure he was giving himself with the steady pace he had set. Each thrust was gently but sparked enough pleasure to ignite his body, the pace was medium but enough to satisfy him. Hand continued to stroke him, occasionally stopping when he lost himself in his pleasure before starting up again.

 

 

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[YellowPerch]

It had been another amazing day. Morning practice was a breeze as most of the seniors had already left to worry about their grades rather then the results of a game, leaving Blake the lone survivor of their final year in school. He was the oldest among his team, having to stay back a grade in elementary due to a fall he suffered through with a broken ankle. As soon as it had healed he showed more determination to take care of his body. By middle school he got into an official school league and became captain during his second year. Ever since then everyone had looked up to him, had requested he be the captain instead of someone else. This of course left he and his brothers relationship in the dust.

 

All through High school had been the same. He'd made captain instantly and was granted all the respect and popularity of a jock on some sport team. And like today he'd show off during morning practice, end up late for his first class due to having to look good in front of everyone and then would endure the boring day of classes before lunch, then some more classes until after school practice came about. Practice would be more strenuous now then in the morning, and Blake would work up more then just a sweat as he was determined to be the best on his team. He wouldn't outright show it, he wouldn't push his team around and compete with them knowing he was the better man, but in the results on the board it all showed.

 

"Coach put me in the first string again. I knew he would. I mean come on, the captain not be on the first string, that's just not in the rule book." Sure he could come off as a self righteous idiot at times, completely absorbed in his own world. But he could be kind at times; only when it wasn't going to hinder his reputation as the most popular guy at school. Blake and his parents had caught themselves into one ongoing conversation of baseball and the most number one topic, Blake himself. His parents always gave him the attention he demanded for and he was glad to entertain them with his life story.

 

He had noticed his brothers un-lively figure from across the table, but if he mentioned it or even spoke to him, then he'd lose all attention from his parents. He wasn't willing to do that, not yet. Why? Because he still had to talk about his gorgeous cheerleader captain, blonde haired, blue eyed girlfriend who he'd been dating for six months. She'd been the puzzle piece he'd been missing to finishing off his popularity streak. She fit right next to him like to slices of bread fit together. Her beauty had made her the most popular girl in school and had got her homecoming queen in her junior year. The only problem with her, was that no matter how many times he tried, he hadn't been able to score a night in bed with her.

 

For a teenage boy, one who has an overwhelming amount of energy, it was hard not to get what he wanted from a girl. He had struggled night after night trying to please himself in the shower before and after school. But his frustrations were growing and he wasn't sure his hand was going to give him much support for too much longer. Blake suddenly snapped out of his thoughts as Cyrus, though quietly excused himself. For a moment he grew annoyed that he interrupted his conversation with their parents before Cyrus had cleaned his space and had just as quietly left the kitchen to head upstairs. Good, now he could go back to talking about himself with no interruptions.

 

It wasn't long after that before the three of them had finished their dinner, worked together to clean off the kitchen and wash the dishes and sat back at the kitchen table to talk some more before their bellies were demanding a plate of pie. Their mother was a baker at home and constantly made a new dessert for an after dinner snack almost every night. Tonight was a new recipe for an apple pie, one of Blake's favorite desserts. He was quick to devour his small slice before he just had to continue his story. He stayed with his parents however well into they were finished with their own plates. After washing their plates and silverware, his parents excused themselves to the living room where they would spend a night watching movies.

 

A date night they had called it, despite both their kids being home. Usually once dinner was done, neither of the boys would come downstairs until the following morning. They would lock themselves in their rooms and only come out to use the shared hallway bathroom. Blake made his way up the stairs with a bottle of water. He had stopped just outside Cyrus' room to take a drink of it. That was when he had heard the noises. Noises that weren't normal outside of a porno DVD. The door to the bedroom was cracked open, and despite his mind telling him to turn away and ignore it, his curiosity got the better of him. Peeking through he found his brother spread supine as his legs spread wide. At first Blake couldn't see what he was doing, until he witnessed the forward and back motions of his brother's hand on an item that was clearly thrusting into his body.

 

Blake wanted to turn away, to wake up tomorrow morning thinking what he witnessed was just his brother doing what he did an a normal occasion. But he couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to watch more, of the heart beat starting to race and his swallowing getting harder. The little gasps and moans that escaped his brother's lips made him think of a girl crying and moaning for him as they had sex. Unable to control his body he opened the door and allowed himself in, making sure the door was closed and locked behind him quietly. Cyrus still hadn't noticed his presence as Blake made his way to the bed and watched his brother thrust the toy in and out of him. With his eyes closed Cyrus didn't know he was there. Blake dipped down slowly, watching the hand play at his lower end then any other part of him. With his growing frustrations it wasn't all that hard for Blake to think of Cyrus as a girl at that point trying to seduce him.

 

Blake lost his control and soon joined Cyrus. He crawled over the bed and positioned himself in place before removing the toy completely and tossed it tot he side. Blake unzipped his jeans in one motion and pulled them and his briefs down halfway off his buttocks before instantly thrusting his all ready hard erection straight into his brother's stretched and prepared hole. The thrill of sliding into the cavern made him nearly come on the spot, but he fought it and continued his ministrations as he slowly thrust his hips against his brother.

[Sathenus]

So lost in the feeling of the toy moving inside of him Cyrus was lost to the sounds of his brother coming up the stairs. A sound that normally would have snapped him out of it enough to at least cover his mouth and stop the toys movements long enough to wait for him to pass by so he wouldn't hear anything. Not even Blake entering his room and closing the door before locking it was enough, it was almost as if he couldn't hear anything other than the sounds of his own pleasured moans. A soft whimper slipped from his lips as he thrust it back into him, legs quivering just a little.

 

He didn't even feel his bed dip telling him he was being joined by another body, it wasn't until he felt the toy leave him that he was drawn from the bliss he had found himself in. Before he could truly react he felt the thrust into him, felt the warmth of something that wasn't his hard toy. Eyes snapping open he was stunned to see Blake above him, speechless as he came to realize it was his brother's own cock that was inside of him. His breaths were slipping out of him just as quickly and his back arched as he gasped in pleasure. Cyrus truly didn't know what to do, his body enjoying it but knowing it was wrong, Blake shouldn't be in his room or inside of him for that matter.

 

Squirming under his brother he tried desperately to form a coherent thought, taking in a shaky breath as he blushed an even darker shade of red. "B-Blake..." his brother's name fell from his lips on a shaky breath, "stop..." he moaned. Eyes slipping shut again for a moment before he reached up with one hand trying to push his brother off of him, the other had fisted in his sheets. His legs unconsciously opened wider though to allow his brother more room to thrust into him. For the life of him Cyrus couldn't understand what had gotten into his brother, or why he hadn't heard him approach. Then again in this moment he had to be just as guilty considering how his body was reacting, it was embarrassing to think that his brother was capable of making him feel so good.

 

Struggling to get a hold of himself and muster enough strength to push Blake off of him, Cyrus couldn't keep his blissful moans and pleasured gasps from escaping his lips. In the end it all just felt to good to try to deny, but he did have to fight it. Shakily he pushed against his brother's chest, trying desperately to push the older man off of him while also trying to get a grip on his pleasured body. His cock was leaking, and he could feel his pleasure levels rising as he arched his back again a rather breathless moan passing his parted lips. Eyes drifting shut as he then bit his lip, occasionally a well placed thrust brushed his prostate just right making his breath hitch and toes curl in pleasure.

 

It was becoming harder to fight against what he wanted, versus what he knew was right. Every breath seemed like a struggle to take in and left in a sharp breathless pant, it made him almost feel like he wasn't breathing at all. Groaning he averted his face, not wanting to look Blake in the eyes. Never in his life had Cyrus thought something like this would happen to him. Whimpering softly he managed to gather his thoughts enough to let his brother know he was about to come. "B-Blake... I'm g-gonna cum..." the words were stuttered out as he struggled to fight his release off but it was getting harder to do as he felt his body tighten around his brother.

 

It didn't take many more thrusts before he came with a pleasured moan, back arching. He could feel his anal muscles pulse around his brother inside of him as he groaned. For a moment he was lost to what had truly just happened as he stared blankly at the wall across from him with half lidded eyes. His breaths were still escaping in pants as he tried to calm his racing heart, his body was enjoying the afterglow of bliss that accompanied his release. Cyrus hadn't even taken notice of the fact that he had covered himself with his release. Even after being brought his release he didn't look up at his brother, what was one supposed to say to his brother after a situation like this?

[YellowPerch]

Blake had known the pleasure of releasing, had known the joys of fantasizing about his girlfriend as she wreathed under him and clung to him, calling out his name. Of course in the hand the release was caused only by the pleasure of his calloused right hand. Nothing, absolutely nothing had readied him for the pleasure he was feeling now. How did one prepare for finding his brother suddenly masturbating with a toy. How did one prepare for the erratic heart beat that forced him into his brother's room and mount him. How did one prepare for the amazing tightness of an anal cavern, his brother's anal cavern. But now that he had started, Blake was unable to do anything about it. He couldn't force himself to stop, and the little pants and moans his brother made only made him do it more.

 

When Cyrus tried to call out to him to stop, Blake nearly scoffed at him. "Stop? The hell you want me to stop. Look at you. Moaning, gasping for air...hell your even rocking your own damn hips!" His voice was harsh, whispered so that their parents just downstairs couldn't hear him. How else could he get by with what he was doing if he couldn't put the blame on Cryus himself. It was Cyrus that made him walk into his room, leaving the door open to let him hear and see what he was doing. It was his fault for letting him listen to his raspy breathing and intoxicating moans. It was all his fault, even if it was Blake himself who walked into the room, who crawled onto the bed and didn't turn away.

 

Blake continued to thrust into his brother at a quickened rhythm. Even when Cyrus tried pushing a shaky hand against Blake's still clothed chest. Blake stabilized himself with one hand on the bed right next to his brother's head, while the other grabbed hold of Cyrus' hand tightly and pinned it back to the bed just above his head. He couldn't allow any other contact against his body. The friction of the muscle walls already too much friction for Blake's liking. Blake noticed at certain thrusts just how excited his brother got, but with his inexperience never continued the same path over and over again. Therefore leading to random thrusts leveled just right with Cyrus' prostate. Blake watched as his brother squirmed beneath him, eyes shut tight and head facing away from him. That was what Blake needed, a look that said he shouldn't be doing this. That it was just completely wrong. But it only excited him even more.

 

Blake could feel himself getting closer to his own release and he wasn't going to stop until he did. Whether or not Cyrus had his own release. However, at his brother's raspy words to try and make a sentence, Blke knew that his brother was just as close as he was. Soon he felt the walls caving in on his erection. Clenching his teeth and cursing breathlessly at his pleasure he suddenly came into Cyrus, the same time his brother came all over himself. Blake clenched his hand around Cyrus' wrist so hard, it was sure to bruise over the next day. When the aftermath of their pleasure was done they both lay motionless gasping for breath. While Cyrus stared at the wall to his side, Blake witnessed his brother's chest covered in sticky white fluids.

 

Suddenly Blake got the feeling to leave. As soon as he had thrust inside his brother he was slipping out of him. His fluids leaked out slightly from his brother's anal and Blake nearly recoiled from it. Quickly he stood up off the bed, zipped up his pants and nearly ran out of his brothers room and into his own. His door slammed hard behind him and locked instantly. He was unable to move away from the door as he slid down it, sitting on the floor against the door. He rested his arms on his flexed knees and stared at his ceiling. His breath was still breathless, and all he could think about was what he had just done to his brother. Rape, had he just raped his brother? He clenched his fists tight and closed his eyes for a few minutes. It was nearly half an hour before he decided it was okay for him to stand up and move. He went over to his own bed and plopped dow heavily on his back.The only thing he could think about now was how he really needed to get closer to his girlfriend.

[Sathenus]

Flinching slightly at the tightened grip on his wrist Cyrus instinctively tugged against the grip though his hand didn't break free. It seemed like time stood still as he laid there beneath his brother, and he could see that Blake was looking at him from the corner of his eyes. Instantly he wondered what his brother was waiting for, Blake had his release so Cyrus couldn't understand why he hadn't just left him alone. It happened a moment after he thought it, feeling his brother pull out of him, he could feel his brother's fluids leaking out a little which was more than a little embarrassing considering he was covered with his own. Despite that he still didn't move, he remained in the position he was in even after Blake hurriedly left his room.

 

Mind struggling to figure out what had just happened. Eventually he moved, pushing himself up and groaning softly from the ache that had already set in. Even his wrist hurt but he tried not to think to much about why his body already ached as he pushed himself up and off of his bed. The first thing he did was remove the sheets he had on it, shoving them into his hamper and telling himself to make sure it got washed tomorrow. Then he grabbed a towel knowing he needed to shower before he put clean sheets on his bed, that and he could already feel his brother's release running down his thighs a feeling he didn't appreciate. Not bothering to slip on any clothes he slipped out of his room and made his way to the bathroom. Slipping inside he shut and locked the door behind him before turning on the water for the shower. Once it was the perfect temperature he slipped under the spray, instantly feeling his muscles relax as he sighed.

 

Despite his body relaxing his mind couldn't do the same, it kept repeating his brother's words over and over again. Kept repeating that it had been his fault, truly making him wonder if the outcome would have been different if he had made sure his door was shut completely. Frowning he decided to just wash up, making sure there was no evidence of what had just occurred on his body. Once he was satisfied that his body was clean he turned the water off and stepped out wrapping the towel he had brought in around his waist. Without a second thought he moved back to his room, closed and locked his bedroom door behind him before he grabbed clean sheets and made his bed. Pulling on a pair of boxers and shorts he laid down and tried to go to sleep. Sleep didn't come easily to him that night, in fact, he didn't all asleep until the early hours of the morning being woken a few hours later by his alarm clock.

 

Groaning he reached over and turned it off before sitting up, his ass still ached from the night before but he knew it would go away soon enough. Reaching over to flip his light on he noticed light bruising had already started forming on his wrist. He was going to have one hell of a time trying to explain the bruising once it was fully formed, figuring he'd have to wear long sleeved shirts and hope that it didn't peak out from under the sleeve whenever he reached for something. It frustrated him a little knowing it was on his dominant hand but he would have to get over it. Shaking his head he got up and dressed for school before heading downstairs to meet up with his parents and Blake.

 

The thought of seeing Blake at breakfast made his stomach churn, how was he supposed to act around his brother now? He figured in much of the same way he had been, just remaining quite and out of everyone's attention. After all, Blake seemed to love to have all of the attention on him, that made it rather easy for him to go unnoticed. Grabbing his things for school he went downstairs setting his backpack by the front door before heading into the kitchen. "Morning, Cyrus." he heard their father's deep voice sound from behind the paper he was reading.

 

"Morning." he greeted softly taking his seat just as a plate was set down before him. Reaching out he took his fork eyes only for his plate, and being sure not to bring even more attention to himself. For some reason he just couldn't get his mind off of what had happened last night. Even as he absently ate his breakfast and did everything he could to remain as unnoticeable as possible.

[YellowPerch]

What the hell was he doing? Where on earth did he ever get the...nerve, to force himself on his brother like he had? After plopping on his bed Blake had pulled out his phone. he had missed two text messages from his girlfriend and a message from one of the guys for the baseball team. He read the one message first and read: Morning practice canceled. Coach has emergency. Blake groaned and clicked his tongue at the message. That wasn't what he needed. Morning practice would have been the only way to get away from his brother. At least until he came home from after school practice later that evening. But tomorrow he'd have to see Cyrus and remember what had happened tonight. He decided to read his girlfriend's messages then. They were simple messages that asked what he had for dinner and if she could come watch his morning practice.

 

Blake messaged her back, explaining what he had for dinner and that practice had been canceled. After that he immersed himself in a conversation with his girlfriend. The more deeper he concentrated on her the better he was forgetting his brother. But it wouldn't be long before she would decide to go to bed and leave him alone in his dark room. He hadn't tried to get off his bed and turn on the light. So when she did go to bed and after staring at his phone for five minutes straight, he realized just how dark it was in his room. He heard his brother exit his room and enter the bathroom out in the hall. His earlier distraction gone and now back ten fold. Blake tried to close his eyes and think of something else. He was lucky enough to have a t.v. in his room and turned it on.

 

There was a movie he found interesting on and turned up the volume, enough where he could ignore the running water across the hall from his room. He watched the movie well after Cyrus left the bathroom and entered his room once again. Blake was lucky enough that the movie managed to help him fall asleep and without changing, fell asleep in his clothes from that day. When he woke the next morning he found himself in the most awkward position. He was wrapped in his blanket but had one leg and one arm hanging off the ends of his bed. The other was used as a pillow and had cramped up from staying in that position all night. He had a stiff neck because of this and was glad that practice had been canceled.

 

He was late for breakfast as he hoped into the shower to wake himself up. He dried his hair and styled it before dressing for the day and heading downstairs. Cyrus was already there eating breakfast, his dad reading the morning paper like always and his mom was readying a plate for him. He tried to stretch out his neck as he sat down in his seat, just as a plate was set in front of him. "Morning" He greeted as the usual greetings came from his parents. He tried to ignore his brother sitting on the other side of the table, but he couldn't help but notice how he stabbed into his food almost listlessly. His thoughts stopped flowing when his dad interrupted them. "Your late this morning. You don't think your going to be late for practice do you?"

 

Blake took a bite of his breakfast before answering his father with a half full mouth. "Practice was canceled last night. Coach has something going on this morning." His mom turned around from her station at the counter. "Don't talk with your mouth full Blake." He swallowed the rest of his food before his dad spoke up again. "Canceled? I'm pretty sure you can run that team just as well as he can, it wouldn't hurt them to continue practicing even if the coach isn't there." Although Blake agreed, it was always nice to get sometime off from practice. The morning went smooth like it always did, despite the deeper silence between the brothers. Their parents either ignored it, or didn't see it.

 

After breakfast Blake decided to leave early and go pick his girlfriend up from her house. He grabbed his bag from upstairs and slipped on his shoes that were at the front door. He called out to his parents as he left. He needed to escape from the silence quickly and to distract himself from his brother. Without practice he had nothing else to get his mind off of it, so leaving the house early to get his girlfriend was the next best thing. Besides, this might help get him closer to where he needs to be. If he showed her more affection, surely she'd let him have sex with her. And if they did, their relationship would only grow from there. Blake would soon forget about the night with his brother quicker then you could say "apple pie".

[Sathenus]

Breakfast only seemed to get more awkward when Blake finally showed up for breakfast, it was later than his brother would normally show up. Of course their dad seemed to figure that out as well and before long he was questioning whether or not his brother would arrived in time for practice. Cyrus had all he could do not to roll his eyes at the question, though he didn't want the attention himself it didn't mean that it didn't bother him that Blake always seemed to have their parents attention. Resting his head on his left hand he continued to pick at his food as he listened to the conversation, it wasn't like it was truly much to listen to.

 

It was easy to go completely unnoticed by the others in the room whenever he shared the same room with Blake, all eyes were always drawn to his brother. It wasn't to long before Blake had finished eating and was preparing to leave. Cyrus had never thought that he would be happy for his brother to leave early but he truly was, and even after Blake left the kitchen remained silent. Finishing his own breakfast he got up and cleaned up his own dishes instead of leaving them for their mom like he would normally do so. Leaving a little later than he normally would for school himself and arriving on campus in just enough time to get to his first period on time. Slipping into the room he sat down at his desk and remained silent keeping his head down and only speaking when he was practically forced to do so.

 

Unfortunately the day seemed to pass slowly, but before to long it was lunch and he was with what few friends he had. They made it easier for him to forget about what had happened the night before, and by the time lunch was over his mind was finally off of it. When school ended he went straight home and to his room giving her a quick greeting before heading up to his room to get started on his homework. He wanted nothing more than to get a good start on his homework before dinner knowing afterwards he wouldn't want to finish it. The process was slow, it took him well over a half an hour just to finish his math homework.

 

Cyrus could smell the obvious scents of their mother cooking dinner filling up the house and that made his stomach growl. It took that in order for him to realize that he really was hungry, setting his pencil down he leaned back in his desk chair eyes staring at his science book having moved onto an essay that was do at the end of the week. It had never been in him to wait until the last minute to get his assignments done knowing they wouldn't be their best if he did wait that long. Flipping through a few pages he tried to get himself to focus on the task at hand, but truly couldn't bring himself to do so. Eventually he gave up and went downstairs to wait for dinner to finish and for them to eat, it was easy for him to act more like himself.

 

He was his normal quiet self, no longer having that air about him like he was wallowing even more than normal. Sitting on the couch next to their dad he just watched what the older man was watching, not really paying attention to it but just enjoying the company before Blake once more grabbed all of the attention. Most people would think after a few years he would be used to it, and for the most part he was. That didn't mean he didn't enjoy having some of the attention once in awhile. Laying against the arm of the couch he folded his legs up underneath him.

[YellowPerch]

Blake left early to head over to his girlfriend's house to pick her up. If he was going to clean his mind from last night, then being close to her would definitely make it all better. Hopefully. When he got to her house, she opened the door with a smile. Her mother in the background waving happily at the "cute couple". Her dad standing just a ways off, approving that his daughter is dating one of the most popular guys in school. Only the best for his little girl. They left soon after together and made their way to the school.

 

With morning practice cancelled he'd finally be able to talk with his girlfriend about their situation. Upon entering the school grounds he guided her over to a nearby bench in the courtyard. It was a pretty warm morning, not as cold as the soon to be winter would bring. He didn't dive into the conversation right away? Instead let her go about on her own, saying whatever pleases her. When the moment for them to make out came about he took it. I mean, who wouldn't with such a hot girl beside them? But after the session he chose to speak then.

 

"Listen, I'm thinking it might be time." His voice was calm, he didn't want to freak her out. "Time? Blake we've been over this before. I need to keep myself in top shape." He sighed at her shocked look. "I know, I know. But, six months, baby. Don't you think that's long enough to celebrate a little bit?" Just then his girlfriend shit up from her spot. She looked down at Blake angrily and stabbed a finger into his chest. "Blake we are DONE with this conversation. No more!" And with those words she stormed off.

 

His day couldn't have gotten any worse then that. The classes were just as boring as usual, the occasional student and teacher praising him for his amazing plays, and the normal small bully session during lunch. Luckily the coach came back in time for evening practice. And he was able to work off his frustrations from this mornings conversation. By the time he returned home he was glad to just be able to sit down and eat some food. His moms food at that, the best damn food he'd ever tasted.

 

But as soon as he got home and dropped his things in the foyer, he noticed his brothers things there too. He scowled for a moment before fixing himself and heading inside. His mom was already cooking as she welcomed him home. And he could hear the t.v. on in the living room. "Hi, mom. Can't wait to eat that food of yours." He made his way into the living room, hoping he could sit with his dad and talk some good old football. But as soon as he rounded the corner his small smile vanished and a straight face remained on his features as he noticed Cyrus sitting on the same couch.

 

 

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[Sathenus]

Cyrus felt his attention being grabbed by a new presence, eyes moving up to lock on his brother. He wasn’t surprised to notice that his presence had wiped off whatever smile had been on his brother’s face. Clearing his throat, he shifted and stood up, figuring now was his time to leave Blake to speak with their father and enjoy the game that was on. “I’ll see if mom needs help with dinner.” He murmured quickly slipping past his brother and moving into the kitchen. He didn’t want Blake to have any reason to hate him more than he thought his brother already did. After all, what the slightly older man had said to him the night before kept repeating itself in his head whenever he saw that look aimed towards him.

 

Even if Blake wasn’t aware of the look that he gave him since the night before Cyrus certainly was. “Do you need help with anything, Mom?” He asked once he had leaned himself against the kitchen counter. His only response was being asked if he would set the table, something that he instantly moved to do. His mind going on about how he hoped that Blake would keep what he had discovered about him last night to himself. He couldn’t help but worry about what their parents would think if they found out, or anyone at school for that matter. It wasn’t like he was accepted now anyways, if anyone knew he was gay he could only imagine how worse things would be.

 

Gathering four plates he moved back to the table setting them in their appropriate places before he gathered the silverware and cups that would be needed setting them down as well. He was just finishing up when he was asked to stir something while their mother got a few things out of the fridge. Moving over he took up the wooden spoon stirring the contents, glancing into the pot he noticed it was some gravy which smelt amazing as he glanced over what else she had on the stove. When she returned she told him to go get Blake and their father for dinner. That made him hesitate for a moment before he moved back towards the living room.

 

Stopping in the doorway he cleared his throat to get their attention once more, it had been about twenty minutes since he had left. “Dinner is ready.” Cyrus said making sure his voice was soft but hearable. After a moment he turned and returned to the kitchen to help their mother bring the food out to the table. Once dinner was set out and the family gathered Cyrus settled himself into his chair without so much as another word. Reverting easily into his quiet self that wanted no extra attention. Quietly he ate his dinner enjoying the mashed potatoes and gravy on his plate, and just barely listening to the conversation happening at the table.

 

Like always his plan was to finish his own dinner early and head back up to his room. He had his science essay to work on still even if it wasn’t due for a few more days. After last night he figured it was best if he waited awhile before he tried such a thing again and when he did feel like enough time had passed he’d make sure his door was shut securely and that he was silent. The thought almost made him blush but he managed to hide it.

[YellowPerch]

It wasn't that he HATED his brother. But there was a relationship between the two that kept them at arms length. Their personalities were completely different from each other's and growing up they each liked something different. When Cyrus came about to be the shy timid kid he was today, Blake challenged him with a more outstanding personality. Even now, now that Blake had made his spot in the world, he still felt the need to be more superior to his brother then he already was. But that didn't entirely mean that he hated him. His presence was just....not needed in the moments Blake was around.

 

When Cyrus stood up to leave the room, Blake took a step to the side so that they wouldn't bump into each other. After what had happened last night, the one thing Blake needed was to remember it. It was but enough he lived in the same house as him, it would be worse if they touched again. Even if it was a brush of the shoulders. When Cyrus left Blake sat down in the middle of the couch to talk to his father about the game that was on.

 

The teams were close in score and if they tied in the fourth quarter then overtime would ensue. New York's team was strong this year, they feared their favorite team from Florida wouldn't make it through.

 

Bu the time the quarter arrived it was time for dinner. Cyrus had come in personally to call them to the kitchen and without being given any eye contact left. Blake and their father were reluctant to leave he game as it was and decided to just pause it. 'Three cheers for TiVo.' Blake thought to himself. The arrived in time to see the last of the food being set down in the table. Blake went to take his seat while their father, being the gentleman to their mother he always was, pulled out her seat for her to sit before claiming his own.

 

The atmosphere overall wasn't all that awkward. Thanks to their parents holding it all together. But Blake could still sense an uneasy feeling in the air surrounding Cyrus. Throughout all of supper, Blake tried with every ounce of power he had to jot look at his brother. Even when asking for certain food bowls or condiments that were on his brothers side of the table.

 

 

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[Sathenus]

Dinner was oddly nerve-wracking, every time Blake addressed -no matter how brief- his brother didn’t spare him so much as a glance. Without any comment himself he always handed over whatever it was that his brother asked for. Anything to keep the attention off of him and make sure that he didn’t take more attention then was necessary. Their parents seemed to be the only ones really keeping things together, whether unconsciously or otherwise.

 

Other than never so much as receiving so much as a glance from his brother Cyrus felt like inner passed without incident. Instead of staying for dessert he spoke, “I’m going to head upstairs and get back to my paper.” Using it as an excuse not to join the family back in the living room and finish the game at least until he heard their mother suggest bringing his things downstairs and joining the family in the living room.

 

Sighing he didn’t argue, heading back up to his room he took his time collecting his things. By time he returned they were heading into the living room. Settling himself on the floor and out of the way Cyrus spread his things out and returned to his paper. Silently working on it as everyone else was focused on the game. Leaning back against the wall as he jotted down different noise in one notebook and actually writing his paper in another.

 

As the game was coming to an end he had gathered his things and stood up. “I’m off to bed. I’ll see everyone in the morning.” Turning he left the room and moved back up to his own. It hadn’t been that long but he was tired after everything that had happened. As he finished returning his things to his desk he noticed his wrist was bruised now. It would take a little while for the bruise to disappear at least a few days though he hoped not to long. He would have one hell of a time trying to explain it if anyone asked.

 

Shedding his clothes until he was in just in his boxers before moving to climb into his bed. Pulling his tablet towards him to relax in bed and watch a movie on Netflix before falling asleep.

[YellowPerch]

This was how it was supposed to be. Cyrus would sit quietly at the table and only be spoken to in brief moments, if at all. Blake would get all the attention he needed. They would once again talk about his football. Of course that didn't stop their mother from making sure his grades were good. For bad grades would keep him off the first string team and out of games. He was glad for the distraction, he took anything he could get from their talk just so that he could ignore the awkward feeling he first felt when he got home.

 

After dinner Blake and his father returned to the living room while their mother finished up putting the dishes into the dish washer. Suggesting they all sit for dinner he was sort of glad when Cyrus turned them down. That was until she suggested he at least bring his paper downstairs and work on it in the living room. He let out an inner sigh. The game was half was almost done anyway. So luckily he wouldn't have to spend to much time with him.

 

The whole time he and his anther cheered and booed at the plays of the game. Either the umpires couldn't call for shit, or their team lost points in defense. But when they were on the attack, the team would pull it together and get on base or at least a good two run homer. When the game came to an end, the two sport junkies were satisfied by the results. The team had one six points over the opposing team.

 

While Blake helped pick up the dessert plates and bring them to the kitchen, he noticed as Cyrus packed up joe things and left quietly. Blake washed the dishes a bit and then placed them in the dishwasher. He said goodnight to his parents and left them sitting together on the couch. By the time he got upstairs and passed his brother's room, the lights were already off. He scowled at the thought of had happened here just last night and left for his room.

 

When he got to his room he closed the door behind him and sighed again. He dropped his jacket off his shoulders as t landed on the floor. Then pulled off his shirt and pants, tossing them to the side and picked up a pair of gym shorts. Slipping into them he then turned off his light and tossed himself onto his bed. He looked to his phone and saw a message from his girl. 'I have to find a way to get her to agree.' He thought to himself as he replied to her until he fell asleep.

 

 

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[Sathenus]

Cyrus was barely aware of the the sound of Blake's door closing, glancing briefly up from his tablet and the movie playing on it as he looked towards his bedroom door. He couldn't really say how happy he was to know that it seemed like both of them were just going to go to bed. 'Thankfully. Means I don't have to worry about a repeat of last night.' Just the thought of the night before made him blush as he turned his attention back to the movie. Plugging in his headphones he put them on to make sure he didn't disturb anyone as he unpaused the movie.

 

As the movie continued to play out Cyrus couldn't help but wonder how things were going between Blake and his girlfriend. Something must be going on for his brother to have been desperate enough to climb into bed with him last night, regardless of what Blake had said Cyrus didn't truly feel like it was his fault. As he realized where his thoughts were going Cyrus shook his head, turned the movie off, shut his tablet down and set it on his nightstand. Rolling over he pulled his blankets up to his shoulders as his eyes drifted shut. Cyrus wasn't sure how long he had laid there before he finally fell asleep, by the time his alarm had gone off in the morning his dreams had taken an unexpected turn.

 

When he awoke he was covered in a thin layer of sweat and a deep blush crossed his face, "What the hell is wrong with me?" He murmured as he shook his head and slipped out of bed turning his alarm off. He spent the next fifteen minutes staring into his closet unable to figure out what he was going to wear for the day. At least it was friday, he would have a nice quiet weekend ahead of him and maybe he could make some sort of progress with his own attraction. Glancing down at his wrist he saw that it was indeed bruised, the bruises were dark, sighing he realized he was going to have to wear a long sleeved shirt to cover it up.

 

Looking through his closet he realized that he really couldn't find any that he wanted to wear. Grabbing a t-shirt instead he grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a fresh pair of boxers from his dresser before heading to shower once more. When he was done he dressed and glanced at his wrist again, the bruises only seemed to hurt when they were touched or if he bent his wrist just right. Cyrus had absolutely no idea how he would explain it not like anyone was going to ask anyways, he was only noticed long enough to be asked for something near him. Other than that he wasn't addressed, instead it seemed more like he didn't even exist. Until a couple days ago he hated it, now he just kind of hoped it stayed that way as he made his way downstairs.

 

Instead of settling down for a family breakfast like normal he made a bagel and cream cheese so that he could leave earlier and avoid Blake again. As he was fixing it he was asked if he had any plans for the coming weekend. Shrugging he didn't really respond, as of right now no he didn't, he rarely ever did. Still... knowing that maybe he could use this weekend as a chance to try to find a nice guy made a small smile cross his face. His parents might not know he was gay and he may not know how to tell them but that didn't mean he couldn't find someone. It just meant he wouldn't be able to bring them home, at least not as a boyfriend, he could probably try to pass them off as a friend.

 

That thought alone seemed promising as he left the kitchen to gather up his homework from his room so he could leave. As he was heading back up the stairs he ran into Blake. Looking at his brother he stopped mid step and cleared his throat, "Morning, Blake." Cyrus said softly looking his brother over, "Going to pick up your girlfriend again?" He asked in an attempt to make some sort of conversation. 'When was the last time Blake and I had an actual conversation?' It had been quite some time that was for sure.