by J. P. Scott
“Patrick. It’s okay. I’m just a little wet. I’ll dry.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I’ll grab napkins.”
“We’ve got it. Thanks.” Patrick normally did not try to use his size and bulk to intimidate, but he wanted to send the guy a message that he was not welcome there and should head back to wherever he was hanging out.
“I’ve just never seen gay brothers before.”
“We’re not brothers. Now back off.” The guy finally got the message and stumbled across the patio to his friends who were all looking over at Patrick and Aaron. They leaned into each other and whispered and pointed back at them. Were they just gossiping about the spilled drink and Aaron’s wet clothes? Or were they saying the same thing? That Patrick and Aaron looked like brothers?
Patrick turned to Aaron who was now standing and holding the bottom of his shirt, pulling it away from his body, and waving it to try to get it to dry. “I’m going to try to use the hand dryer in the bathroom to get this dry.”
“Do you want another drink? Or do you want to head home?”
“Let’s head home. That way I can get naked and you can get me wet.” Aaron winked as he turned and headed inside.
Patrick took a long drink from what remained in his own glass, steaming that a fun night out was ruined. The thought of getting Aaron home alone and naked was a tempting offer. However, a night out had its own appeal. He had a lot to learn about Aaron, and home alone they did not do much talking.
“Hey, sorry about my friend.” Another guy had approached Patrick. He recognized him as another bar fly that he had seen out.
“Hey probably needs some water and a car ride home.”
“You’re right. He can’t hold his liquor sometimes. Is your brother okay?”
Anger exploded in Patrick’s body. “He’s not my brother!” He rarely lost his cool or raised his voice. He caught both the guy and himself off guard.
“I didn’t realize. You guys just look alike. We assumed.”
“Maybe just mind your own business.” Patrick meant to just set down his glass on the nearest table but ended up slamming it, causing the conversations on the patio to stop and people to turn to see what was causing the commotion. Patrick’s face turned red in embarrassment. He did not know what else to say. He just turned and walked quickly across the patio and inside. He was signing the tab when Aaron appeared at his side.
“Are you okay? You look very serious.”
“I’m just mad at that asshole on the patio and his friends.”
Aaron pointed to his dried shirt. “Hey, no harm done. See? I’m all dry.”
“They just pissed me off. It wasn’t just the spilled drink. It was what they were saying.”
“That we’re brothers? So what?”
Patrick didn’t know how to explain what he was feeling. The anger churning inside of him was getting in the way of thinking straight.
The ride home in the ride share was quiet. Even if he could find the words to say what he was thinking and feeling, he wasn’t really in the mood to talk. The incident with the drunk guys really bothered him. He had handled situations like that before. Guys spilled things or bumped into people. They tried to get friendly but were just sloppy or rude. They thought they were just having fun, but they ruined the night for everyone else. Typically, Patrick found a way to just ignore the drama or move away so it wasn’t a problem—had he learned this from his mother’s hostess skills? But tonight’s incident had struck a nerve. Why were people assuming they were brothers? It didn’t make any sense to him.
He looked over at Adam. He must have sensed Patrick’s needs for quiet and space. He sat scrolling through social media on his phone, keeping to himself. Patrick grabbed Aaron’s left hand and squeezed it. He didn’t say anything though. He hoped Aaron took it as a sign that everything was okay and he didn’t need to worry. Patrick would calm himself down soon.
After they got out of the ride share, Aaron finally broke the silence, saying, “What’s got you in such a mood? If anyone should be upset about getting spilled on, it’s me.”
“It’s not that really. I mean, it did upset me that he did that to you, but it’s the other stuff he was saying that irked me.”
“So, he asked if we were brothers. Big deal.”
“It wasn’t just the guy who spilled on you. His friend came up to me when you were in the bathroom and said something similar.”
They arrived at Patrick’s door. He turned the key and they stepped inside.
“Like I said before, so what? Just say that we aren’t brothers. End of story. People make mistakes or say stupid shit all of the time. Let it pass and everyone will forget about it.”
“I did tell him that.” Maybe with a little too much force and anger. “But, don’t you think that it’s weird that they would ask that?”
Aaron shrugged. “I’m never surprised when I encounter idiots at the bar. Why would tonight be any different?”
“I mean, thinking two guys who are dating are brothers is a little different than mocking how someone looks or is dressed. Or if they stumble or make a weird sound. We’ve all done it or seen it. I want people to see us together and know that we are a couple, not that we are brothers. Don’t you think it’s weird that they are going there?”
“Maybe it’s a little weird. But that’s nothing to get upset about.” Aaron walked towards the kitchen and opened the folding doors that hid the washer and dryer. He took off his shirt and slide his shorts to the ground. He threw both in the washing machine. “Have anything you need to wash? Might as well do a full load.”
“Sure. Let me grab some stuff.”
“I’m going to hop in the shower for a quick rinse. We can run the wash after.”
Patrick went to grab some clothes from his room to add to the machine. He thought about what Aaron had said. He was right. What was the big deal? People were going to think and say whatever they wanted. He couldn’t stop them. He could on control his own emotions and reactions. The truth was they had grown up apart in separate families. Any resemblance was purely coincidental.
He threw the clothes into the wash machine and added detergent. He almost started the cycle when he heard the shower water turn on. That would have been a surprise for Aaron. The perfect water temperature would have turned into a blast of scalding hot water as the washer pulled out all of the cold water available.
Maybe I should give him another kind of surprise.
Patrick slipped out of his own clothes and entered the bathroom. Aaron was facing away from the glass door, scrubbing his chest with the shower scrub, getting himself lathered up.
“Mind if I join you?” Patrick opened the glass shower door and stepped in.
Aaron jumped at the sound of Patrick’s voice. He turned to face him. “You scared me.”
“Something get your excited?” Patrick was looking down at Aaron’s cock that was semi-erect. A trail of soap suds ran down his stomach, finding a trail between his abs and then eventually hitting the base of his cock and diverting around to drip to the tile floor. It short of looked like cum.
“Yeah. I was fantasizing a bit.”
“Tell me about it.” Patrick grabbed the scrub and began to make circles on Aaron’s chest, spreading more suds as if Patrick and several other guys had just shot their loads all over him. Patrick could feel himself grow hard at the thought. They both had active imaginations and had been sharing fantasies with each other all week. Threeways. Group sex. Watching each other with someone else. Toys. Role play. They had both been very open in what got them excited. Then they would fuck, claiming each other for their own.
“I’m not sure that you will like this one.”
Patrick grabbed Aarons’ cock and started to stroke it, pulling the lather up the shaft to act as a lube.
Aaron put his face close to Patrick’s. He kissed his cheek lightly. He whispered, “Maybe we could play up the brother thing. Get a little friendly in public.” He kissed again, moving
further back and down towards Patrick’s neck. “Make out. Grab each other. Get the boys excited.”
They could give the bar the fantasy while knowing the truth. Why not? There was plenty of porn that played on the idea of brothers, often disguising the fantasy that they are step-brothers. Patrick knew of some twin porn stars who acted in the same scenes together with a third. The fantasy and the visuals were definitely out there for anyone to find that was interested. Patrick and Aaron could have a little fun getting some guys hot and bothered. Maybe they could even get a few free drinks out of the performance. The bonus was, Patrick got to make out with Aaron, and he was a great kisser.
He felt Aaron’s tongue licking towards the spot where his jaw and neck met, sending shivers through Patrick’s body. He moaned.
“Do you like it when your bother does that?” Aaron licked some more.
“You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?”
“Just a little practice until we do it for an audience. We’ve got to make it look real.” Aaron turned to playing with Patrick’s neck, finding the most sensitive spot and working it over, making Patrick’s cock throb in response. He reached up to pinch Aaron’s nipples who groaned in response.
Patrick turned his head to the side and looked out of the glass door into the bathroom. From where he stood, the angled mirror on the medicine cabinet caught their image and framed them. Patrick felt a shiver run through him.
“What is it?”
He blinked and Aaron pulled back and looked at him. Patrick took a finger and touched Aaron’s chin, pushing it to look in the same direction. “I could see our reflection. Maybe it was your side profile, but you did sort of look like me.” Patrick posed a lot in the mirror for gym selfies and knew his boy pretty well. He had analyzed his look from all angles.
Aaron looked at their reflection. They both turned their faces from side to side. “It’s not a perfect match, but I do see some similarities at different angles.”
A smile spread across Aaron’s face. “I guess it’s like the first time that I jerked off while looking in the mirror. Getting off while watching myself.”
Patrick had the same experience when he was a teenager. Even now, he was guilty of sometimes watching himself in the mirror when fucking someone versus looking at the other guy’s reflection. He put a hand on Aaron’s shoulder and pressed down, indicating that Aaron should kneel in the shower. “Let’s see what’s it like to watch me such my own cock.”
Aaron laughed. “You’re coming around to the idea, I see.” He knelt down shifted his body to get a good angle. Water from the showerhead splashed on his back and formed rivers down his body. He took Patrick into his mouth slowly, bobbing to get a little bit further down each time as he got the shaft wet. When he got to the base, he held it, coughing as the tip hit the back of his throat and gagged him.
“God, that feels good.” Aaron had quickly learned all of the things that drove Patrick wile. When he sucked, he worked Patrick’s balls with one hand and was slowly reaching the other hand around to explore his ass. “Fuck.”
Patrick knew he was close. Aaron was hitting all of the right places without Patrick having to ask or guide him. Their week of exploration and constant fucking made it feel like they had known each other forever. Like they were already a couple that knew every inch of each other’s bodies.
Like they were one person.
“I’m…I’m….” Patrick gasped as he felt himself release. Aaron slowed his motion as his mouth filled. When he gulped, the muscle squeezed around Patrick’s cock and made him convulse. The cock was hundreds of times more sensitive after he came.
“I think there’s something to this fantasy. You came quickly.” Aaron stood and turned to the showerhead, drinking in a big gulp of water and then spitting it out. Eating cum was not his favorite. He turned to Patrick. “Now it’s my turn.”
At first, Patrick thought that meant he needed to get down on his knees. Instead, Aaron said, “Turn around.” Patrick did and Aaron placed both hands on his back, pushing Patrick down to where his face was against the tile and his ass pointing out towards Aaron.
“We don’t have any lube.”
“We’ll improvise.” Patrick heard Aaron squirting something into his hand. He could not see if it was shampoo, conditioner, or body wash. He felt Aaron’s fingers play with his hole, adding the lather around an inside of him. He must have been doing the same to his cock because within moments he felt Aaron press against him, the tip of his cock begging for entry.
“I know that you want this cock.”
Patrick did, but the sudden rush to get at it had not allowed him to relax and prepare. He took a deep breath and exhaled.
“That’s it. Take that cock.” Aaron talked like that whenever he topped. His voice changed to a deep, commanding tone that made Patrick go weak. Then he added a twist, “Take your brother’s cock.”
It was in that moment his muscles relaxed and Aaron plunged inside of him, going deep. Aaron’s body smacked against Patrick’s ass. He grunted, but not in pain. Instead, pleasure filled his body. He arched his back more to give Aaron a better angle.
Aaron continued to pound, taking Patrick’s hole for his own and showing no mercy. The thrusts were rough inside of him. The lather reduced some of the friction but not all of it. But Patrick didn’t want Aaron to stop. If anything, he wanted it harder and for as long as possible, even if it wrecked him for a couple of days.
He looked to see if he could still see their reflection in the mirror. He could only see the top of his head and part of Aaron’s face. There was enough to make him imagine he was looking at a reflection of himself being the top. The features he saw were his own.
“Fuck me, Aaron.”
Aaron grabbed Patrick’s hair and pulled back. Patrick let out a cry, but he did not want Aaron to let go. And Aaron didn’t. Instead, he pounded harder and with more energy. They were both grunting and gasping, caught up in desire and want for each other, needing to feel how much the other wanted it, too.
Finally, Aaron cried out in the way he did when he climaxed. It was a sound that Patrick had learned well that week. He smiled as Aaron filled him, shooting deep inside of him and throbbing against Patrick’s interior.
Aaron pulled out slowly and slapped Patrick’s ass. “That’s our little secret.” As he leaned against the tile panting, feeling weak in the legs from holding the position, Patrick’s heart fluttered at Aaron’s words. It was just role play, a fantasy, but if it had been a real thing, Patrick knew it would be a secret he would want to keep.
Eight
Patrick’s mom was already waiting for him at the restaurant. She looked amazing in a red blouse and her favorite strand of pearls. Patrick had helped his father pick out the strand when his dad took him to the jewelry store two weeks before Christmas. Besides pointing at the display case and being amazed by all of the shiny objects, his involvement in actually acquiring the gift was small. Still, she loved it and wore it every time they had time alone together like a brunch.
She stood up to hug him and pinched his cheek. “You grow cuter by the day! It’s getting harder to pinch these cheeks, though. You’re getting too skinny.”
Patrick knew from his measurements that he was anything but skinny. He had even recently posted a side by side photo of himself in high school with a recent shot to show off the gains and transformation he had made. What she really meant was that he had shed the fat.
“And this restaurant looks so good. Where do you find these great brunch spots? Your father and I just eat at the same old tired places…if we ever go out.”
“The perks of having a gay son, I guess. I know how to brunch.”
“Do you do this every weekend? I would gain a hundred pounds.”
“It helps that my job is at the gym and I have no excuse not to burn of a couple thousand calories a day.”
Patrick did try to avoid talking about work, but he had let it slip out. On one hand, his parents had encouraged
him to pursue his passions and interests. On the other hand, they had dreamed that he might still pursue something that they understood.
“Your father’s company is hiring. He could put in a good word for you. Steady hours. Benefits. You need to start saving for retirement.”
Patrick had heard all of this before. It was true that being a personal trainer meant he was subject to the ebbs and flows of people’s workout routines and economic pressures. The beginning of the year always saw a lot of interest and every slot of his shift was full with people desperate to learn the secrets to dropping fifteen pounds by summer. A month of two later, most of those clients had dropped off the radar and called to cancel their memberships. A few could be seen trying to tackle things on their own. It had taken years for Patrick to identify what made a serious client and how to cultivate them into a long-term paying customer. Over the years, he had managed to build a clientele that was loyal even through the hard times.
“Have you considered diversifying? You can’t possibly do this line of work forever. A body can only take so much.”
It was true that he felt the long days more than he used to. To work around a client’s schedule, they wanted to work out early in the morning or into the evening after they got off of work. He used to have large gaps in his day. It helped him get his own workouts in. When things were busy, he had stay-at-home parents who needed an hour out of the house or someone who worked odd hours, possibly even working from home, who could regularly work during the day.
That was one of the reasons things were going well with Aaron. He understood a long day and a demanding job that did not allow for much flexibility to have dinner on a weeknight at a normal time or cuddles in bed in the morning.
“I’ve actually been saving up money and looking at property to buy. I missed out on a four-plex in a great part of town because someone else came in with an all-cash offer.” He wasn’t stupid. He knew that he had to save his money if he ever wanted to see retirement. The gym didn’t offer any retirement accounts, but he had opened his own IRA and taxable investment account.
