As Frank opened the door, he saw his mother standing on the other side. She nodded, stepped in, and looked around the living room. "Clearly, Timmy was the only one cleaning."
Frank lowered his eyes and shrugged.
She glimpsed Timmy, outstretched her arms, and rushed to him. "My poor little boy?" She squeezed his cheeks and gave him duck lips. "Are you ready to come home with mommy, yet?"
Timmy sucked in a long breath, steeling himself. She was never like this. Just acting like she imagined others wanted her to. Her youngest was fine, but she wanted Timmy home where she could reclaim her role as Mother and caretaker.
"It was so hard for him to travel," Frank offered her an out. "Even from the hospital to here."
Their mother stiffened, fighting the urge to lay into her boys like she'd done their whole lives. They owed her, she believed. She sacrificed so much for them and should have her way.
"Timmy would love to be home with you mom," Frank said, glancing at Timmy, urging him to keep quiet. "But the bidet and bed table you got him..." Frank gulped, unsure if their Mother would buy it. "Well, I don't think we'd have been able to do this without them."
Their mom's eyes snapped between the brothers. She relaxed. "Well, I figured." She approached Timmy and gave him a peck on the forehead. "Glad to see you're on the mend--and remember that if you change your mind, you can come home."
The double meaning of her words stung both the brothers. She'd never understand how far her boys were from returning home, even in Timmy's state.
Frank ushered their mother out as soon as possible. After she was gone, the brothers exchanged knowing looks and sighed. They hoped she'd leave them alone for a while.
Years of separation between him and his Mother did little to arm Frank against the shame induced around her. He knew what his parents and church expected. Go on a mission, return, marry, and pump out at least half a dozen future tithe payers. Frank couldn't follow that path. But that didn't keep him from wishing he was different, wishing he hadn't disappointed the people who raised him. If only they knew what he and his brother were up to now.
From an early age, his attraction to men was undeniable. Until his dad told him to stop it, he stared at everyone's junk in the showers at the Y. While his dad's dick was interesting, once he discovered how different they could be in shape, size and color, he longed to touch.
When Timmy developed and walked around in those skimpy suits, he felt a twinge of jealousy for the girl or boy who'd get to experience that. Frank reeled from the thought he'd become that boy. He couldn't get enough of his brother's body, but he also felt like Timmy should experience more.
Frank's mind wandered. Timmy's long thin body, pinned tight under him, his feet high in the air, and a warm virgin hole accepting the full length of his cock over and over. The cries of his brother between slapping skin echoed between his ears. Frank closed his eyes and licked his lips until a coworker snapped their fingers in his face. "Wake up! Open in five."
Shaking head to clear his mind, Frank winked at the coworker. He mulled over what he wanted from Timmy and what he might need to allow to keep him.
A week later, while Frank lay next to his brother watching TV, he asked, "So, you know those 'friends' I see sometimes after work?"
Timmy pictured some of the bar patrons. "Mm hm."
"Well, they're not really friends."
"Okay?" Timmy lifted a brow, letting his eyes wander over Frank's muscular bare body.
"Like, I don't know them."
Timmy furrowed.
"We just meet up."
"Guys from the bar?" Timmy asked.
Frank laughed and shook his head. "No. These are people I meet on this app." He shuffled closer, nearly knocking a pillow off the bed as he twisted to show Timmy the screen.
Timmy leaned his head forward, squinting at the phone. His voice was soft, almost deadpan. "Less than 100 feet away?"
"Yeah, that one guy is." Frank said, chuckling as he combed his fingers through his hair.
"And you like--?"
"I mean, yeah... if I find someone cool."
Timmy wrinkled his nose but stared at the screen, reading. "That guy on the far left's cute."
Frank grinned, leaning a little too close and nearly bumping Timmy's face. "Yeah, he's always in my DMs."
"So you've, uh...?" Timmy trailed off, shooting his brother a knowing look.
Frank's cheeks reddened, and he turned his attention back to the phone. "A few times."
"What kinda things have you done?" Timmy asked.
"A few things, like, you know."
"No, I don't."
Frank reddened, eyes avoidant.
"Don't be embarrassed, Frankie. You do a little show for me, like every day."
They chuckled.
Frank cleared his throat. "Well, he's a bottom, so--"
Timmy's face scrunched. "What is that?"
Frank laughed. "You really are new to this."
"Shut up." Timmy shifted as much as his casts allowed. "Tell me."
