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Bro peered around the top of the paper that was in his hands, raising his eyebrow in a questioning manner towards the boy sitting across the table from him. This piece of junk that Bro had in his hand just happened to be Dave’s failing report card. Even though he taught Dave to be the epitome of cool, never once did he say or do anything that would make Dave question how important school and learning actually was.
Bro just stared at Dave and even though they were both wearing their glasses, it was obvious that they were looking right at each other’s eyes. The quietness in the room became overbearing and before long Dave breaks that silence.
“I’m just not interested in this shit, I can’t pay attention to something that makes my brain fall asleep.”
Bro raised an eyebrow, there had to be some way to make Dave pay attention and not flunk out of school. Puppets? He thought for a minute about maybe giving Dave puppets as rewards for getting better grades, but something told him that maybe that wasn’t the best idea and that it might actually make him do worse. The next thought that crossed his mind lingered a little longer and without putting a lot of thought into it he was in front of Dave, leaning over, his hand tilting Dave’s head up, and brushed their lips together briefly.
Then before anything else can be said or done or even thought, he was gone from the room; Dave sat there, his eyes wide and jaw on the floor.
Nothing else was said between them for the rest of the day and they both almost purposely avoided each other. They both retired to their bedrooms early that night, heads swimming with all kinds of thoughts and feelings. Too bad neither of them knew their thoughts and feelings were exactly the same.
Bro lay in bed with his arms behind his head and all sorts of things ran through his mind, “That was not cool.” “He’s your lil bro, how sick are you?” “Maybe he liked it too…?”
Dave closed his eyes and tried to will his nerves down so that he could go to sleep, but his heart was still beating a million miles per hour, “What the hell was that?” “Does Bro like me like that…?” “Maybe if I play my cards right, I can get more.” “What kind of sick fuck are you?” His stomach dropped and he felt sick, maybe tomorrow they can pretend this never happened?
In the morning Dave woke up and started his usual routine: shower, get dressed, eat some fruity cereal, get sucked into the computer for hours. Today something was different and it threw his entire day off. As he was about to grab some milk from the fridge, he saw a new note on the door,
“Get better grades. You’ll get more.”
Okay. Don’t freak. Bro could mean anything, right? More allowance, more cereal, more…kisses? He didn’t know which one Bro was talking about, but he hoped it was the later. Bro’s door was still shut when Dave was leaving for school so he just knocked on the door as he passed it, “School, I’ll be home later.” No response, there never was, and with that Dave walked out of the apartment and headed for school.
The note was a bad idea and Bro regretted it already, but if they weren’t on the same page he could easily say that ‘more’ was something innocent and not totally fucked up and sick. He buried himself in smuppets and running his website for the rest of the day, trying to clear his mind of his actually very appealing lil bro.
After the note incident nothing else was said or done about it, neither of them really wanting to bring it up. Things started going back to normal again, but occasionally Dave would leave a test he had taken and gotten a better grade on out on the coffee table or on the kitchen counter top. What would have been almost so subtle it was unnoticeable to normal people, was pretty much a screaming siren to Bro and he caught on instantly.
No more pussyfooting around the matter, it seemed. Bro knew that Dave got the less than innocent meaning behind the note and that was all he needed. The game was on and that little voice popped back to the foreground, “How fucking sick is this.”
Week after week Bro saw a very steady increase in Dave’s grades and he’d be lying if he said that coming home to see Dave studying didn’t make him proud. There was a price to be paid, however, and Bro paid for Dave’s better grades with his control.
Every week he would lay the attention on thick and every week it got less and less innocent, which in turn caused the sexual tension to build up so thick that you could probably cut through it with a knife. The little moans Dave would make when his ass was grabbed or the way he seemed so needy now…it was all a little hard to handle without pushing him into the floor and fucking his brains out.
God damn did he do a good job at raising this kid, Dave was a mixture of all sorts of teasing and seductiveness, maybe he did a little more than a good job.
It wasn’t just Bro feeling it, though. At first the little kisses and the ghosting touches were enough to send shivers down his spine, but now that Bro was letting loose a little more and doing things like kiss his neck and grab his ass…well it excited him in a lot different ways.