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I held the phone to my ear long after I’d heard the beep that said Lawrence had ended the call. Even though I’d expected it, it still hurt. It felt as if a part of me had been ripped out of my chest and trampled on. My brother had been the one bright spot in my life for most of my childhood, the one person I’d always been able to care for, the one person who was never supposed to leave me. And now, just like that, he was gone. It had taken me trying to be true to myself to break a twenty-five-year-old relationship. Had I really meant so little to him that he could decide to forget me so easily?
I sank to my knees right there in the kitchen doorway, my back slumping against it as I pulled my arms around my knees and hugged myself. Why did I have to be so different? If I were normal, I’d still have my brother.
I thought about all the times I’d spent with my brother, caring for him, cooking for him, singing him to sleep. All of it, gone. Gone because I’d finally dared to be myself. Gone because I gave my happiness more importance than my brother’s for the first time in my life. Gone because I’d dared to fall in love.
Gone because of who I was.
And who was I, anyway? A broken human who couldn’t make a decision? Who couldn’t decide what gender they were? A sob burst out of my mouth, and then I couldn’t stop. I shuddered as sobs wracked through me, burning my chest as they went. I cried and cried, and I couldn’t stop because it hurt too much. It hurt that I’d meant so less to Law when he’d meant everything to me. It hurt that I was so easily disposable to him, that I didn’t matter to him when he had been everything good in my life for so long.
I didn’t know how long I sat there, crying my eyes out, before warm arms wrapped around me and pulled me to my feet. I looked at Brady’s concerned face, and the tears started anew, and I gathered him in a hug, burying my face in his hair as I cried. Why wouldn’t the tears stop?
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Tell me please. You’re scaring me,” Brady murmured and ran his hands all over my back in long, comforting strokes. I drew warmth and strength from him because I felt so tired. So drained.
“My brother…he saw some pictures of me…on Facebook? I don’t know which, but he—he didn’t understand. He wants nothing to do with me. He’s my little brother, Brady.” My voice was hoarse, and it kept breaking, but I just couldn’t bring myself to care. Me and Law, we’d been a team so long, and even though we hadn’t talked much in the past few months, I’d known he loved me. But now he didn’t. Not anymore.
“I’m so sorry, Charlie,” Brady whispered, and somehow, it didn’t sound like he was saying it to sympathize. He actually sounded apologetic. It was enough to make me pull away and look at him with a furrowed brow.
“Why are you sorry?”
He swallowed hard, his eyes wide as if he expected me to react badly as he spoke. “The pictures. I’m not sure, but they could be from the Pride party. I don’t remember who posted them, but I think they tagged you. I saw it on my feed a few days ago. I’m sorry, I should’ve told you. Or I should’ve at least told them to remove it since I knew you weren’t out to everyone. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault.”
“No!” I almost shouted, making Brady jerk back as if I’d slapped him. I pulled him closer and rested my forehead against his so he’d know I wasn’t mad. “No, Brady. It’s not your fault at all. It had to happen one day, and I probably would’ve just kept delaying the inevitable.”
My heart hurt every time I remembered Law’s words, but I knew I couldn’t let them hurt me, couldn’t let them ruin all the goodness in my life.
“Charlie, if your brother doesn’t want anything to do with you, it’s his loss. I want you to remember that. You practically raised the guy, and if this is how he repays you, then you’re better off without him.”
I nodded, and I hoped someday I would be able to believe that. For now, I wanted to stop thinking about him, about me, about everything.
“I want to forget all of it, Brady. Will you help me forget?” I kissed him so he knew exactly what I was talking about, turning around and pressing him against the doorway as I plunged my tongue into his mouth. Though I usually liked giving up control, today I needed something else. I needed to know that I still had a hold on this part of my life, on Brady. I wanted to devour him, and I wanted him to give himself to me freely.
Brady pulled away with a gasp, and his eyes gazed into mine for a few seconds, as if trying to figure out what I needed. Then, thankfully, he nodded. “I love you, Charlie. I’m all yours. I’m here for whatever you want, whatever you need.”
I nodded before pulling Brady into another kiss, pouring all the pain, love, and desperation I felt into the kiss. I might not have been ready to say the words yet, but I wanted Brady to know exactly how I felt about him. I kissed him like my life depended on it, and my arms roamed over his body, tracing every dip and caressing every bit of skin I came across. I pulled away on a gasp and grabbed Brady’s hand, dragging him into the bedroom. With a glance to make sure Cherry wasn’t in the room, I closed the door before pushing Brady against it and burying my face in the crook of his neck. I licked the spot that I knew was especially sensitive, nipping and sucking at it as Brady moaned.
I pulled away long enough to grab the hem of Brady’s shirt and pull it over his head before leaning back to drag him into another fierce kiss. My fingers trailed across his smooth skin, and I pinched his nipples lightly, eliciting another moan from him. My hands drifted downward, and I traced his waistline before pushing his jeans and underwear off in one go.
I pulled away from him and took a moment to admire his lust-darkened eyes and his swollen, wet lips. My eyes trailed downward, and my mouth watered at the sight of his dick standing proud, his tip a dark pink and begging me to lick it. I groaned low in my throat as I quickly got rid of my clothes before sinking to my knees. Over the past few months, I’d gotten pretty good at giving blowjobs. And I loved sucking Brady’s dick.
I trailed my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, moaning as a drop of precum hit my tongue, the salty taste of him washing over me. I gripped his length with one hand as I covered the tip worth my mouth, lapping at it with my tongue. My other hand drifted up to play with Brady’s balls, and his hips jerked, pushing his dick even deeper in my mouth. I moaned around his cock, and I could feel him shudder at the vibrations. I’d never imagined being on my knees in front of someone could make me feel strong, but as I lapped and sucked at Brady’s cock, I felt like the most powerful person in the world.
“Shit, babe, I’m close,” Brady gasped out, and I pulled away. I’d thought that I wanted to fuck him, wanted to claim him, but now I realized that I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to show me that I was still his, that he wanted me, all of me, and that he wouldn’t let go. He whined in dismay as I stood up, but I leaned down and picked him up in the fireman’s carry, walking over to the bed a few feet away and throwing him over the covers.
Brady let out a low squeak as he fell against the mattress and shot me a glare, though it soon turned into a heated look as his eyes ran all over me. “I want to ride you,” I said, my voice slightly hoarse from the blowjob. His eyes widened in surprise for a second before he nodded. He watched me as I grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer, and I bit my lip as I reached out for the condom. I looked up at him and wondered if I should ask. I didn’t want anything between us, but would he be okay with that?
“I’m negative. I had a checkup a few months ago, haven’t been with anyone since,” Brady told me, reading my mind.
“I got all the tests done before moving. They were negative. So…” I said with a shrug, and Brady nodded.
“We can go without, if you want.”
I smiled at him before closing the drawer and walking over to the foot of the bed. I turned away from Brady so I knew my ass was facing him before pouring lube on my fingers. Brady groaned as he realized what I was doing, and then I gave him a nice little show as I prepped myself. I wasn’t sure where this sudden confidence had come from, but I went with it, playing with my hole for Brady’s entertainment.
Once I was ready, I turned around and crawled to Brady, straddling his hips as I leaned down to kiss him again. His lips were swollen, and I traced my tongue against them, tasting them for all I was worth. I rubbed Brady’s cock with my lube-slicked hand before positioning him against my hole as I kept kissing him.
We both moaned against each other’s lips as I sank onto him, gasping at the perfect feeling of fullness as my ass touched his thighs. I waited a bit as I got used to the feeling, my lips trailing across Brady’s jaw before kissing the hickey I’d given him. When I felt steady enough, I pulled up until just his tip remained inside me before slamming down, crying out as he hit my prostate. I set a punishing pace, resting my elbows on either side of Brady’s head so I could keep kissing him as I rode him, the slapping sound of us coming together echoing across the room.
After a few thrusts, Brady started flexing his hips, pushing upwards every time I slammed my hips, and it wasn’t long before I was shouting his name as I came untouched. Brady drilled into me a few more times before calling out my name as he came inside me, filling me with his cum. I couldn’t help but think he’d marked me as his.
