'Bad day?' Brian asked.
Matt shuffled into Brian's room and kicked off his slippers. 'Something like that.'
'Need a cuddle?'
Matt rolled his eyes but fell down next to Brian on his bed. The close proximity of his brother had the usual effect on Brian. He pressed his nose in Matt's hair by instinct and sniffed deeply. The simple act was intimate and comfortable at the same time. Matt pulled closer to Brian.
'Wanna talk about it?'
'Not really,' Matt said. 'Can we just lie here?'
'Sure.' Brian killed the bed lamp. The moon cast a slow and weak light into the room. He could still make out Matt's silhouette, and he pulled his brother closer still. Holding Matt close was what he needed, and he was sure it was what Matt wanted. But he couldn't stand seeing his brother down. He pulled his free hand across his Matt's chest and pinched a nipple, hard.
The reaction was instant and Matt lifted off the bed. His brother's face transformed in his signature pissed off frown. The scowl always cracked Brain up and that only incensed Matt more.
Instead of countering with his own attack, Matt did the one thing he knew would take the wind out of Brian's sails. Matt leaned over and planted a wet kiss on him. It wasn't a slow or sensual kiss. It was a hot, pissed off get back at you kiss, and the moment Brian got into it, Matt pulled away.
'That's your comeback?'
Matt grinned. 'Works every time.'
Brian's brows pyramided together. He had to get the power back somehow, but he bided his time. After Matt settled back into his lopsided embrace, Brian did to his brother what Matt did for him to help him relax. He ran his hands slowly through Matt's silky dark hair. It only lasted a minute, before he pounced on Matt and crushed him under his weight.
Matt struggled, but as always relented in the end. Brian cupped Matt's package and squeezed hard. Upon Matt's gasp, he delved his tongue past the wet lips and claimed his brother's mouth.
After a hardly long enough make out session, they broke apart. Their breathless pants subsided and their heartbeats slowly returned to normal.
They lay in each other's arms, but Matt fidgeted. The moon cast fine shadows over the room and the light played across Matt's perplexed features. 'Out with it,' Brian said.
Matt licked his bottom lip. 'Are we sick, Bri? Are we evil?'
Brian loved Matt. It was a love like no other. The intensity of it burned his belly leaving a gaping hole there that only his brother could fill. How could a love so intense and so honest be wrong? 'There's nothing wrong with us. Don't you see?' Brian said. 'It's not us, it's the world outside these walls that is sick.'
'We are family,' a familiar voice came from the door. Brian and Matt turned in the voice's direction. Matt pulled himself into Brian more and made himself smaller. Jake smiled reassuringly at them from the door, but Brian was still not sure how much their uncle had heard or seen.
Jake walked into the room. He had no shoes on, only black socks, and his tie was pulled loosely around his neck. His dress shirt was only half tucked. The slouch in his shoulders made him look tired, but content. Instead of joining them on the bed, Jake pulled Brian's computer chair between his legs and rested his arms on its back. He eyed them a second longer then smiled. That small gesture changed the energy in the room and the tension flowed out of Matt's body. Brian's shoulders sagged along with Matt's but the relief was short lived. Jake's silence still unnerved him. He must have heard at least some of what they had been talking about.
He returned Jake's, who was still contemplating them quietly. His sweet Matt also had all his attention on Jake, who rode the chair between his legs, still saying nothing. The silence wasn't stifling, and it wasn't uncomfortable, but Brian was unsure how to break it. Eventually Jake did, and just the sound of the reassuring voice so close to him washed over Brian like a welcomed summer breeze on a hot California mountain.
'I've known for a while,' Jake said slowly.
Matt's unfocused stare turned questioning and for a second a whisper of the tension that had just escaped him crept back. Yet there was nothing confrontational or threatening in Jake's stance.
Brian squeezed Matt and forced himself to look at their uncle. 'Why didn't you say anything?' he asked.
'To be honest,' Jake said, 'I thought it was a phase.' After a short pause, he continued, 'And I wasn't about to take away the love you two had. Or try to. Lord knows you'd both lost enough.'
'You don't think it's twisted?' Matt asked. Brian pulled him in even closer, but Matt didn't take his eyes off Jake. 'That we're twisted?'
'Hell, no.'
'Do you think,' Brian whispered, 'do you reckon dad and mom would be disappointed?'