Chapter 14 #2
There’s another sound from his end, a helpless noise that I feel in my cock. “Alex, I need you.” He’s starting to get more desperate, the control from before slipping away. “Tell me what you think of my video. Watch it right now.”
I nod even though he can’t see me, bringing my phone down and going to our text thread, too close to care about anything but seeing the video again.
I press play, and it’s only about thirty seconds.
He’s on top of my blue sheets, a single finger, wet with lube, sliding in and out of himself, doing nothing more than teasing his hole.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Fuck,” I groan, the phone back up to my ear as I stroke my cock faster than before, torn between talking to him and looking back at the video. “You’re so pretty, so tight, don’t know how I’m gonna fit inside you,” I ramble through heavy breaths.
“You will, baby, you will,” he says, over and over again, before he makes a sound and I have to cover my mouth to keep quiet because I’m right there with him.
After I clean up the mess I made on my brother’s bathroom floor, I pick my phone back up. “Mike? You there?”
“Mhm. Still here.” He sounds like that took everything out of him, and it makes it impossible to be mad at him right now. I wish I were there to hold him.
“You’re evil.”
He laughs in response.
I look at myself in the mirror as I splash water on my face. I’m still flushed, and my clothes are a mess, along with my hair. I look like I just got done having phone sex. And I did.
During Thanksgiving dinner.
When I return to the table with a forced smile, reaching for my water, Nate looks up.
“Everything okay?”
“Fine,” I say. “Work thing.”
I’m not going to do it.
It’s a terrible idea.
There’s no version of this conversation that ends well, and the best-case scenario is that Nate doesn’t make fun of me for the rest of my life.
He’s sitting on the couch pulling on his shoes, and that means he’s about to leave, and I’m about to lose my opportunity.
“Hey.” I lean against the doorframe, casual, reminding myself that this is a completely normal thing to ask your older brother. “You got a minute?”
He looks up, and something in my face must give me away because he straightens, concern flashing in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Alex—”
“I’m serious, I’m good. But I need your help with something, and I need you to not be weird about it.”
He holds up both hands. “I’m not gonna be weird.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I’m not.” He pats the spot beside him. “Sit down.” I do, staring straight ahead for a long moment, trying to find the least embarrassing way to say what I need to say.
“I’ve been seeing someone.”
The change in his face is immediate. The tension falls away, replaced by relief.
“Yeah?”
“Only for a few months.”
“Wow,” he says, a smile spreading across his face as he pats my back. I know this must be the best news ever to him. He’s always been worried about my lack of interest in dating. “That’s great. What’s her name?”
Her name is Mike.
“It’s—” I pause. “It’s new. I don’t want to make it a whole thing yet.”
“Okay,” he says, nodding. “That’s fair.”
I look at the wall, the easy part over. “Anyway. Things are getting more serious, and she asked me to— you know. And I want to do it right.” I can feel my face getting hotter with each word, but I power through it. Mike’s safety is more important.
“I need advice.”
When I’m met with silence, I look over at Nate, who’s staring at me with confusion first, but quickly turns to recognition. “You’re asking me—”
“Don’t be a dick about this, I’m begging you.”
He clears his throat. Looks at the ceiling. “Okay.” Another long pause. “Okay. Yeah.” He nods, visibly steeling himself. “What do you want to know?”
“How to do it right, I guess. Not hurt them. I’ve never…”
Something shifts in his expression, the sad look I’ve grown to expect when I say certain things. When sex in particular is brought up. I know he’s thinking about Jason. About what he knows, or thinks he knows, and why this is something I’m even worried about in the first place.
If I wasn’t embarrassed before—
“Hey,” he says, putting a too-gentle hand on my shoulder. “It’s good that you’re thinking about that. More people should.”
“So, do you have any advice?” I ask again, trying to push past this moment.
He nods. “Okay. First thing. You take your time getting her warmed up. And once you get down to business, don’t be selfish. Make sure she—”
“Nate—”
“Comes first—”
“I don’t need words, oh my god.”
“You asked.”
“I asked for advice, not— Can you not use that word? There are certain things you do not want to hear your brother say.”
Ugh. I suppress a shiver.
He grins like this is the funniest thing in the world, and I think I’ve officially given him a new way to screw with me. Great. “Just remember to take your time. Pay attention to her needs.”
I nod. “Okay. Anything else?”
“You gotta make sure you set the mood.”
The front door swings open before I can ask what he means by that, and Iris looks back and forth between us. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing—”
“Alex has a girlfriend.”
I turn to my blabbermouth brother with a scowl. “Nate!”
“What? It’s Iris.”
“Really?” She sits down on the armrest on the other side of Nate, her eyes going bright with excitement. “Tell me everything.”
“He needed some advice on how to make sure their first time goes well. I was just about to tell him about setting the mood.” I bury my face in my hands with a groan, but he continues on. “I’m serious. This shit matters. Get some candles. Rose petals, maybe. Make a playlist.”
“Rose petals?” I ask, already picturing Mike’s reaction to that.
“It’s romantic.”
“Why didn’t you do any of that stuff for me?” Iris chimes in, and I look up with a scowl.
“I would have, but you were begging me to fu—”
“Can you guys please stop before I die?”
“We’re just saying, effort matters. Trust me, she’ll appreciate it,” she adds, smiling like she didn’t traumatize me.
“I appreciate the advice,” I say, standing up to make my escape. “Both of you. Really. I’m going to my room now. For the rest of my life.”
My room is quiet and thankfully, free of my brother and his wife. I sit on the edge of the bed, wondering how I could scrub my brain of everything I heard in there while I pick up my phone.
Alex: How do you feel about rose petals?
The response comes almost immediately, even though I know he’s at work right now.
Mike: Rose petals?
Mike: for who?
Mike: for ME????
Alex: Forget I said anything.
Mike: no no no I want rose petals
Mike: Alex
Mike: ALEEEEX