Under His Protection

Breakfast comes in the form of to-go boxes from some off the wall diner in a small town we’re passing through just after nine in the morning.  The coffee is weak, and far colder than I typically enjoy, with zero cream or sugar. I would have much preferred water or juice but I drink it anyway.  The bacon is a little overcooked but the pancakes are to die for. They melt on my tongue, a sweet mix of butter and syrup, as I hold the box steady with one hand, and feed my face with the other.  I’m not the...

While in protective custody the rules are simple but numerous. Some of them are more important to follow than others, like staying inside, and avoiding contact with the outside world, but Simon stresses all of them equally while Burke leans against the wall and nods along.  Nicolo’s fingers are laced with mine as he listens with wide eyes, absorbing each rule with all the focus of a college student with aspirations to land on the Dean’s List. If there is a test later, he wants to pass.  Unfortunately, he’ll probably forget more than one, more than once. It’s a lot...

For a moment, I’m warm and safe, wrapped in Sebastian’s arms. In the next, I’m wide awake, cold and alone in an unfamiliar room. The house is dark and silent.  My heart slams against my rib cage, and I kick the blanket off.  Where is Sebastian? What if he left me in the middle of the night?  He promised. He pinky promised we’d stay together but what if . . . I can’t catch my breath as I roll and fall out of bed, hitting the floor with a painful thump. The blankets tangle around my legs, and I can’t...

Of all the questionable shit I’ve done, kissing my little brother like my life depends on it, while he withers on top of me, somehow ranks higher than testifying against my own father in open court.  In my defense, Nicolo kissed me first, and if the hard length pressing against mine through our basketball shorts is any indication, he’s willing to do a lot more than kiss. How much more is the only real question.  “Sebastian.” Nicolo’s fingers dig into my chest as he pulls his mouth away from mine and pants against my cheek. His breath is hot, and...

There are rules, Sebastian said this morning before we left our temporary bedroom. Because what we’re doing with one another is illegal, Simon and Burke can’t know. They can’t even suspect that Sebastian kisses me like I’m his reason for living. Not if we want to be placed together. Or at all, for that matter.  That means, when we’re not in the bedroom we share, safe behind the locked door we have to act like brothers. Nothing more. Nothing less.  When we’re alone, if we’re doing things brothers should never do together, we can’t be loud. One moan at the...

There are some lines a person is never supposed to cross but once they’re crossed, there is no walking back.  Jerking off in the shower while thinking about my little brother is one such line. Last night, kissing Nicolo, jerking us off together, and eating the cum off his stomach is another.  We broke a silent, but mutually agreed upon covenant most brother’s share the second they become brothers and the only way forward is to simply keep going. It still feels wrong on a primal level to want Nicolo as much as I do, to have him want me...