Matt lay on the mattress,
Chris curled up by this side. They were
supposed to meet Jeff out in the parking lot, but he didn't care. Jeff
could wait. Matt had needed to take Chris to show how much the blonde
was his. That was it, wasn't it? Or was it that he needed to show
himself that it was Chris he wanted?
Matt shook his head. He was sick of thoughts like that, and he was
sick of being confused. He was with Chris, he wanted to be with Chris,
and that was how it was. But the dreams still haunted him. They didn't
make any sense. Why would he dream about raping his brother? Why would
he dream that his brother and his lover had been together? What could
possibly put such an idea in his subconscious?
"Matt," Chris purred, gazing up at his lover through his long
lashes,
"shouldn't we get up?"
Matt looked into his lover's beautiful blue eyes, trying to push the
confusion away. He loved Chris, and that was that. There should be no
question in his mind, so why did he feel so lost? So vulnerable and
confused?
"Not quite yet," he growled, pulling Chris under him once again.
"I'm
not finished with you yet, baby."
Chris' eyes widened, the blonde's kiss swollen lips quirking in a
smile. "Oh no?" he breathed, already wrapping his legs around Matt's
waist. "What's gotten into you this morning, baby?"
"It's your own fault for being so beautiful," Matt replied, laughing
softly, trying to ignore the ever present confusion and concentrate on
his building desire. He always felt that desire when he was in bed
with Chris, that fire, that passion. That was love, wasn't it? It was
part of it, anyway. He desired Chris, so how could he want anyone
else? Didn't that feeling mean that he was meant to stay with Chris?
Matt again tried to shake off such thoughts, focussing instead on the
body of his lover. He needed to forgot those thoughts, because they
were crazy. They were ridiculous. They weren't things he should be
thinking, and he couldn't let himself keep thinking them. He needed to
get himself away from that confusing mindset. Yet the thoughts kept
coming.
It was a week later. Chris had
been out on a promotional appearance,
and he was late getting back. Matt paced the room, trying to drown his
suspicions. He had tried his lover's cellphone, but Chris had
apparently shut it off. On a silly whim, Matt had tried his brother's
as well, finding that Jeff's phone was turned off as well. The fires
of jealousy burned within him, no matter how he tried to drown the
flames.
Finally, the door opened, and in stepped the two men who Matt's
thoughts had focussed on. They both looked rather dishevelled, both
slightly flushed.
"Hey Matt," Jeff said casually, giving his brother a smile. "I
gotta
go, be out in a sec." He walked quickly into the bathroom, closing the
door behind him.
Matt swiftly walked over to Chris, his eyes narrowed. "Where the hell
have you been?" he spat.
Chris looked very taken aback. "Relax, Matt, we were just working out
at the gym," he told his angry lover.
Matt snorted. "Is that why you look like you've just been fucked? You
cheating bitch, I knew you were fucking him!"
"I'm not!" Chris cried. "Matt, honestly, I've never cheated on
you. I
love you."
Matt was seeing red, his imagination conjuring up pictures of his
lover and brother locked in the heat of passion. Before he knew what
was happening, his hand was flying out, striking Chris across the
face. Chris cried out, stumbling back and clutching his injured cheek.
They just stared at each other for a moment, Matt's eyes still
narrowed and Chris' watery with tears.
"I can't believe you," Chris whispered at last. He grabbed his bag
off
the floor, stomping over to the door, still clutching his reddened
cheek. "I can't stay here with you!" he exclaimed, a tear slipping
down his cheek. "I can't believe you hit me." He spun on his heel,
leaving the room and slamming the door behind him.
Matt stared after the pretty blonde, spinning around when he heard the
bathroom door open. Jeff gazed around in puzzlement, running a hand
through his long blonde hair. "Where'd Chris go?" he asked.
"He left," Matt replied, feeling dazed and, as always of late,
confused. As he looked at Jeff's still rumpled figure, his confusion
began to fade away, replaced by anger. "I know you're fucking him,"
he
hissed, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
"What?" Jeff gulped, taking a step back as Matt approached him. He
yelped as Matt charged him, pushing him back onto the bed and pinning
his wrists to the mattress. "Matt, you're scaring me!" he exclaimed,
staring wide-eyed at his brother. He tried to move his wrists, a look
of fear crossing his face when Matt didn't budge. "Matt, let go!" he
insisted. "Matt!"
Matt just gave him a wicked smile. "You wanna fuck around with my
lover, huh?" he hissed, moving Jeff's wrists into one of his hands and
fumbling with Jeff's belt. "Well why don't you fuck with me
instead!"
TBC