I've Got You, Bro

A knock sounds at my front door as I grab two plates from my cupboard and set them on the counter next to my stove. I take a quick glance at the food in the pan to make sure it isn’t burning before heading to the door and swinging it open to find a 6’3” man with shaggy, medium-length, brown hair standing in the frame. His skin is darker from his Latino side, making his icy blue eyes stand out.

“Hey, Alex,” I say, “come on in. I’m just making dinner for us.”

“Wow, you didn’t have to do that, Zack. Thanks!” he says, stepping past me into my townhouse before I shut the door. He peers around, an impressed look on his face. I notice he only has a backpack and a single rolling suitcase, a twelve pack of Truly seltzers in his grip. “This place is pretty swanky, bro. Where’s my room?”

“Down the hall to the left,” I say, pointing. “You want me to take those for you? I can put them in the fridge.” He nods and hands me the case before heading toward his room.

Back in the kitchen, I stick the entire case in the fridge, box and all. Turning back to the food, I remove a fork from a drawer and pull one of the fettucine noodles out of the pan and slurp it into my mouth. It’s utter perfection, if I say so myself. I pick out a lime margarita seltzer from the case that Alex brought over. It should pair well with the pasta. I open one can each for me and Alex and set up for dinner.

When Alex comes out of his room, he joins me in the kitchen to find two plates of chicken fettucine alfredo sitting on the kitchen island, one of them awaiting his palette. We sit side-by-side on barstools at the island. Alex twirls some pasta on his fork, and shoves a heaping mass of it into his mouth. His eyes roll back in his head and he lets out a sigh of contentment.

“Oh my god, little brother,” he almost moans. “Culinary school did you right.”

After that, we sit and talk about banal subjects. How he’s doing in his business program, which he seems to be doing great at; whether either of us are in a relationship, which we aren’t; how our hobbies—his painting, my cooking—are going, which he’s hit a block with while I’m now the executive chef for a fine dining restaurant.

We don’t talk about the elephant in the room. The reason he’s living with me now.

Alex is one year older than I am. When I was fifteen, my mother married his father and they moved in with us. Both of us had always wanted a brother, so we quickly bonded over video games and our creative hobbies.

At first, we would talk about girls we found attractive and we watched straight porn and jerked off together. Normal brother stuff. That all changed one day when I asked to use his phone when mine was dead. I opened Google Chrome to find a tab on a porn site with a video of a man getting fucked in the ass by another man.

I can still remember his look of fear when he realized I’d seen it. Before I could say anything to him, he begged me, actual tears in his eyes, not to tell our parents. Our parents were very strict, very devout Pentecostal Christians. We both knew what would happen if they found out he was gay. I reassured him, hugging him and telling him it would be okay. I would never tell them because I’m gay too.

By that point, we’d jerked off together to straight porn no less than fifty times. That night, for the first time, we jerked off to gay porn and the difference was noticeable and immediate. We got harder, faster, and each of us came so much more than any other time we’d jerked off together.

Fast forward to me at eighteen, Alex at nineteen. We were both still living at home as we were in college. I was attending the St. Louis Culinary Academy while my brother attended SLU for a business management major with a minor in marketing. Now that I was an adult, I decided it was time to come out to my parents. I told Alex what I was planning. He tried to stop me. I should have listened.

Less than twenty-four hours after coming out to my parents, they kicked me out.

They had tried all the things homophobic parents try, going through the list in an alarmingly quick and slightly impressive speed.

“It’s just a phase,” Mom had said.

“You just need to pray,” Jack had said.

“The Lord is testing you,” Mom had said, “He wants to see if you can resist the temptation.”

What a load of horseshit.

Thankfully, my dad still lived in the city and let me live with him. He was a Christian, too, but one who thought the Bible was full of inaccuracies and didn’t think I was going to burn in Hell for eternity. Alex and I kept contact through phone, but it wasn’t the same as living with him.

I’m twenty now, living in my own place. I haven’t spoken to my mom or Alex’s dad since the day they kicked me out.

Alex wanted to leave so badly, but couldn’t. He couldn’t afford to live on his own. He couldn’t live with my dad, who didn’t know him. His mother died when he was ten. For the last two years, Alex has had to live with my mother and his father, listening to them lament over how much of a failure I was as a child. He’d had enough when my mom said grace at dinner and prayed for God to turn my life around. He apparently shouted at them, telling them they were horrible people and that he was gay too. He called me right after.

Less than twenty-four hours later, they kicked him out.

Even though we’d grown apart over the last two years, he reached out to me and I offered him my spare bedroom.

I look at him as he scrapes every morsel of sauce off his plate and takes a sip of the seltzer. He looks at his empty plate, a hollowness in his eyes. I know that hollowness. It’s the same I could see in my own eyes after I was kicked out.

“Are you okay?” I ask. So much for ignoring the elephant.

“It just fucking sucks,” he says. “Why are our parents—” He trails off, but he doesn’t have to say anything else. I already know.

“Let’s not think about them,” I say, getting up. I grab our plates and head over to the sink to rinse them off before putting them in the dishwasher. “I don’t work this weekend and you brought those seltzers. Why don’t we knock a few back and play some video games or something? I have Mario Kart, Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, Mortal Kombat. Or we can do whatever you want.” I turn back to him, drying my hands off on a towel, to see him considering.

“Honestly, I kind of want to take a shower,” he says. “Do you mind?”

“Of course not,” I say. “This is your place now, too. You can do whatever you want.”

He gets up from his chair, circles the island to my side, and wraps his arms around me. I grip him, holding him tightly in my arms. I hope he doesn’t cry. I don’t do well with tears. When we pull apart twenty seconds later, his eyes are wetter than normal, but he isn’t crying.

“Thank you so much,” he says. “For everything.”

“I’ve got you, bro,” I say. Then, more seriously, “You’re my brother. I’d do anything for you.”

He smiles and leaves the kitchen, heading down the hall. I grab another seltzer and sit on the couch, putting on a YouTube video, but not watching it. My mind races back to the day I was kicked out. I guess it’s not surprising that Alex getting kicked out is bringing up memories of that day. I haven’t thought about it in a long time.

In what seems like no time at all, Alex comes out of the bathroom. His hair is damp and he’s completely naked. Now, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen Alex naked, but I am curious as to why he’s naked.

I’m also very impressed. Alex has always been taller than me, but it’s obvious that he’s been hitting the gym a lot. He has clearly defined pecs, chiseled six pack abs, and a prominent V above his neatly trimmed pubes. His uncut cock hangs in front of him and I swear it’s grown in the two years since I’ve seen it. His balls are heavy and large. As I take him in, I feel my cock start to swell in my shorts. Strange. I’ve been hard around Alex a hundred times, but I’ve never gotten hard from him before.

“Why are you naked?” I ask.

“Oh my god,” he says, looking embarrassed. Surely he didn’t just forget to put on clothes. I glance at the door to my balcony, glad the curtains are drawn over it. “I thought you’d be okay with it. They—” I knew “they” to mean Mom and Dad, “—have been taking missionary trips a lot lately and I’ve grown used to walking around naked. I’m actually becoming a bit of a nudist. Should I go put on clothes?”

“No,” I say with a shake of my head, stretching my mouth into a frown to say, “It’s cool with me.”

“Alright,” he says, walking over and joining me on the couch. He does seem more relaxed now than when we were sitting at the island. “Just let me know if you get uncomfortable. Also, would you be down to jerk off with me? I could use the stress release.” I’m taken aback by his forwardness for a moment, but we were this cavalier about it when we lived together. All of a sudden, it feels as if the last two years hadn’t happened. As if we were still teenagers, messing around.

“Yeah, I’m down,” I say, pulling out my phone. I open Xvideos and together, Alex and I start scrolling through the videos. He stops on one with a thumbnail of a cute twink getting absolutely wrecked by a jock top. With a few taps, I send the video to my smart TV.

Alex lets out low, impressed whistle. “You got some fancy shit, bro,” he says.

The video starts with the twink already on his knees. He sucks on the jock’s cock, pulling it into his throat. I was already hard and Alex’s cock swells to full mast in seconds. I was right before, it has gotten larger. He starts to rub his cock and in a few moments, I see a bead of precum form on his slit. I tear my eyes away, not wanting him to think I was checking out his cock.

I pull my shirt off over my head and stand slightly to pull my shorts and boxers down at once, letting my hard cock free. I’m not as impressive as Alex, but 7” is still impressive in my opinion, though the extra inch and a half that Alex has on me is noticeable. I focus on the video, watching as the twink lays on his back, pulling his legs back to his head. The jock plants his face in the twink’s hole and starts eating his ass.

“Damn, bro,” Alex says beside me. I look over to see his eyes locked on my cock. “Has your dick gotten bigger?”

“I could say the same thing about yours,” I tell him. I allow myself to look at his cock—he’s looking at mine, after all. And he doesn’t look away. Soon, neither of us are looking at the video anymore. Both of us are staring at each other’s cocks as we work them furiously. He spits into his hand and starts rubbing his faster, his fist slamming into his pelvis.

He’s panting as he stares at me jerking off. Every few times my hand moves up to the tip of my dick, I swirl the precum over the head, sending a shiver up my body. He turns his head to look at me. I turn my face towards him. We’ve slouched closer to each other without realizing it. He stares into my eyes, his breath hitting my face and mingling with my own as we both feel the vibration of our jerking through the couch. Our breathing becomes more rapid and each breath starts to sync up closer and closer until we’re breathing as if we’re one person. Time seems to freeze in this moment as we stare into each other’s eyes. My entire body feels drawn to him like cold water on a hot summer’s day. Like plunging into him would be the most satisfying thing I could ever do.

The orgasm rockets through my body, my cock pulsing in my hand. We cum in unison, each of us staring into each other’s eyes.

I look away first, breaking eye contact with him and staring off toward the kitchen. A sense of shame washes over me. It’s odd because we’ve jerked off together more than a hundred times. But we’ve never jerked off to each other. Alex stands up and heads toward the hall. I turn to look at him when he calls out my name. He’s standing in the door to his room, his cum glistening on his abs, his cock deflating.

“Thanks for letting me live here, bro,” he says and goes into his room, closing the door behind him.

I get up from the couch, looking at it for just a moment to make sure our cum didn’t land anywhere. Thankfully, it seems to have all been deposited on ourselves. I’m actually surprised at how much cum came out of me. I have never had an orgasm that powerful or came that much. I turn off the TV and make my way into the bathroom to take a shower, throwing my clothes into the hamper.

As the hot water washes away the evidence of what we did, my mind spins. Alex and I had only jerked off, true, but there was something there I had never experienced. An intimacy I hadn’t felt with any other guy before. What would this mean for our relationship? Does this change anything? Does it have to?

I put my face under the stream of water, wishing it could wash the shame I feel away. Why do I feel like this? I know the answer, of course. This wasn’t just brotherly jerking off. This was something more. I wanted to reach out and stroke his cock for him. I wanted to wrap my lips around it and suck it down into my throat. I wanted him to eat my ass like the jock in the video.

But we’re brothers. I shouldn’t feel that way about him.

When I finish my shower, I stand at the mirror, gazing at myself. I’m attractive enough, I think. At 6’1”, I’m not as tall as Alex, but I’m definitely not short. My blonde, curly hair and striking emerald green eyes are my defining features, along with my naturally sharp jawline. I wasn’t as sculpted as Alex, but I went to the gym regularly, and my defined muscles, outlined pecs, and flat stomach were proof of that.

I was about to wrap a towel around myself when I remember that Alex said he was a bit of a nudist. Walking around naked isn’t something I’ve ever been into before, even when my townhouse was empty, but I feel a trickle of excitement at the thought of walking around au naturel.

Deciding not to put on clothes, I head out of the bathroom completely naked. I see Alex to my left, heading down the hall toward me. He’s naked too, his torso clean of cum. He’s holding a water bottle in his hand, one of the ones I keep in my fridge.

“I hope you don’t mind me taking some water,” he says, holding up the bottle.

“Nah, man. Help yourself. Seriously.”

“I see you’re trying out casual nudity,” he says. His eyes glance down at my cock before they return to my eyes.

I shrug. “I like trying new things.”

“Goodnight,” he says with a smile before walking into his room, not closing the door this time.

I head to my own room, stopping in the doorway to look at Alex. He plops down on his bed, his phone in his hand. He’s looking at the screen, reading something, his legs spread wide. I give his cock one more glance before heading into my room, shutting the door behind me.