by Will Blue
Brandon and Don'ya talked more about the topic as well as others over their meal. They were in deep conversation when Don'ya saw Braylon coming into the front door and to Brandon's shock, he wasn't alone.
It was Jerrell and Braylon's date night. They had no idea that Brandon was watching as they were being seated in a booth on the other side of the restaurant. True to Braylon's promise, Jerrell picked the place and Braylon was going to pick up the tab.
For the most part, everything was cool. Nothing about it felt like a date. It was just two friends going out to grab something to eat. They laughed. They talked. They both genuinely enjoyed each other's company.
"I have a confession," Jerrell said. "I only agreed to this because I just wanted to know how it would feel."
"And?" Both Jerrell and Braylon were cautious of their words. Neither of them wanted to be ousted in this public setting.
"It was cool," he confessed. "But lately I have been really getting close to..."
"I know," Braylon said. "And I am cool with that."
"You know?" Jerrell had no idea that Braylon was privy to what was going on between he and Brandon. "Are you really cool with it?"
"Tonight made me realize, really, just how cool you are," Braylon spoke with full honesty. "I think that you two should see what could happen. You picked a good one."
"So we cool?"
"Of course. Just don't hurt my brother or me for that matter, or else you will have problems after all," Braylon laughed. "And I don't think that you would win in a fight against me, no offense."
"None taken," Jerrell chuckled his response.
Tonight may not have turned out the way that Braylon had first planned, but it was going the way it should. He had been letting some dumb sibling rivalry affect his actions and treatment of his brother. At the end of the day, he should have been happy that his twin had finally stepped up and possibly found someone that he could chill with. Sure, the way that it all went down was not the best, but Braylon knew he hadn't always been a choirboy either.
Brandon and Don'ya paid their check and were ready to leave out. To say that Brandon was a little pissed would be an understatement. He was mad. He was mad at Braylon for being out with Jerrell, mad at Jerrell for agreeing, and mad at himself for caring at all. This sort of thing always happens when you are about to let your guards down.
Before they could hit the door, Brandon decided to double back and give the server his number. Don'ya was right. Daniel took it with a smile and gave him his number as well. On the way out of the door was when the twins finally locked eyes. Braylon looked like he had seen a ghost. Brandon just walked out.
Chapter 14
Braylon didn't know what he wanted from Adrian anymore. He was getting nowhere fast with him and yet he was still intrigued. They hadn't even shared more than a warm hand shake but still Adrian had managed to keep Braylon's attention. This new game of cat and mouse, the lustful thoughts of sex, the distraction from the problems with his brother may all be reasons why Adrian stayed on Braylon's mind. And this can also explain why Braylon was so excited when his phone finally rang.
The plan was to meet at Adrian's apartment for drinks. A few of Adrian's fraternity brothers would also be in attendance. Now that was something that Braylon could do without. But then again, maybe Braylon having two dates in one week would push right past his comfort zone. He was still reeling from the end results of the one he had with Jerrell.
The look in Brandon's eyes troubled him. He could see the beast inside of his brother become awakened. He had not seen this look too many times before and it had never been directed towards him, but he could recognize it right away. It was the same look that Brandon had often told Braylon that he could hold all too well.
Braylon wanted to run after his twin and apologize immediately. However, he did not move an inch. Something would not let him. Maybe it was fear of facing up to his wrongdoings in such a public setting. Instead, he continued his conversation with Jerrell who remained oblivious to the bubbling brother war. Braylon wondered what the conversation between Jerrell and Brandon must have been like later. Had Brandon even brought it up? Either he hadn't or they must of reconciled it amongst themselves because Brandon had still been absent from the apartment. Like always, there were signs that Brandon had stopped by when he knew that Braylon would be away at practice or class, but his bed remained not slept in.
Unbeknownst to Braylon, Brandon had found a new bed to rest his head. Well, actually, he wasn't doing much resting.
Brandon decided to give his waiter an extra special tip after leaving the restaurant. Daniel growled and screamed out profanities as Brandon fucked him. His baritone voice calling out for the sexual gods turned Brandon on.
Daniel lay on his back with Brandon's dick sliding in and out of him. He tried to stroke his dick at the same pace that Brandon was hitting his ass, but delirium wouldn't allow him to. The feeling of Brandon inside of him made him lose focus. Daniel tried to pull Brandon closer into him. His hands grabbed for his ass, but Brandon quickly pinned his arms above his head. He was taking charge of this chocolate booty.
His strokes would range from long and deliberate to short and ravenous. Daniel appreciated both but he was fonder of when Brandon really let loose.
Brandon watched as Daniel's face contorted with expressions of pain and hedonistic passion. This sexual experience was unlike any other he had ever had. With Jerrell and many other past lovers, he was attentive to their needs and wants. He aimed to please them even if at the expense of not climaxing himself. At that moment, Brandon didn't care what Daniel liked or what turned him on. Brandon was finally all about Brandon.
What do you get caring about the needs of others? Disappointed and betrayed. If that’s all you are ever going to get out of life, why let people in? Why not just have fun and go for yours? Fuck everyone! All these years, Braylon had it right. Feelings can get in the way of what is truly important; immediate sexual gratification.
Brandon felt his nut coming near. He pulled out of Daniel and inched his body closer to the head of the bed. He ripped off the condom and started to jack his dick violently. He was about to cum. He let his semen fly all over Daniel's chest, neck, and face. Daniel grabbed for his own dick so that he too could climax. Brandon didn't stay around for that. Instead, he grabbed one of Daniel's shirts from the floor, wiped off a bit, and grabbed for his clothes. By the time Daniel was able to reach his orgasm, Brandon was already dressed and heading for the door.
Chapter 15
By now, neither brother was really spending that much time in their shared apartment. Neither twin wanted to see the other, but for two different reasons.
Braylon felt so guilty for how things had gone down. What had started as a night of planned revenge had become the night that he so wished that he could take back. If only Jerrell had picked another restaurant or maybe another night. In a way, he did not regret the fact that he had went on the date. He had learned so much about Jerrell that night. It amazed him that he had not known these things before. Even though they had been sexually involved many times, he had not known that they shared similar interests in movies or even that Jerrell used to play ball in high school. They had so much in common besides sex. They could have been great friends. What he did regret was hurting his brother.
Brandon had been avoiding both his brother and Jerrell since the incident. Although Braylon knew better than to call, Jerrell had called many times over the past four days. Brandon sent all calls to voicemail and replied to all text messages by saying ‘I am busy. Will call you later.’
So if not at Jerrell’s house, where had Brandon been resting his head? Between crashing a few nights on Don’ya and Travis’ couch and some hookups on popular gay websites BGC and Adam4Adam, Brandon was able to get along quite nicely. Although he preferred the couch to the random temporary beds, Cortez, Yancy, and Kendall had given him much needed release.
With the chaos going on in his personal life, Brandon did n
ot let it affect his studies. He still had his head in the books and went to tutor people in calculus as he always did. It was routine, every Tuesday and Thursday.
After helping a few students with their math dilemmas, he decided to leave a few minutes early. He did not feel like being tied up by any late comers. When his phone rang, he didn’t even bother to look at the caller id. He was busy trying to put all his belongings back in his book bag.
“Are you mad at me or something?” The statement had come out of left field. Brandon wasn’t prepared for a conversation like this from Jerrell. Had he had paid attention to who was calling, he would have never answered the phone.
“What are you talking about” Brandon said coolly as he slipped his backpack over his shoulder and walked out of the classroom.
“I have called you so many times in the past couple of days and you have not picked up. If it wasn’t for Facebook updates, I would think you were dead.”
“Naw,” he chuckled. “I’m cool. Just been busy. What‘s up?” He heard Jerrell breathe a sigh of relief.
“Well, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and I was wondering if… well, you know…”
“No, I don’t know.” Brandon could remember a few days ago when he thought it would be himself doing the asking. That was all before his brother’s betrayal.
“I was wondering if you would be my Valentine. Of course, since I am asking you, it is my treat. We could go to dinner or maybe do something a little less traditional. I don’t know. It would be fun!”
Jerrell sounded so sweet and cheerful over the phone. Did he not know what he had done? But then again, how could Brandon be mad? Jerrell had gone from messing with Braylon to him within a blink of an eye. He should have known how wish-washy Jerrell was. He probably does this all the time. Or maybe since he could not have what he really wanted, which was Braylon, he decided to have the next best thing.
“Naw, I’m good. I will let my brother have you.”
“What?” Jerrell thought he must have misunderstood.
“I said that I would let my brother have you. That’s what you want, ain’t it?”
"Look, I don't know what is going on between the two of you or what he has told you but..."
"He hasn't told me shit," Brandon interjected. "He didn't have to. I saw the two of y'all out to eat. Was that a date? It looked like one to me." Jerrell was stuck. He didn't know what to say.
"Nothing happened, I swear!"
"Yeah, bullshit. I wouldn’t be surprised if your easy ass went back and fucked him." Brandon’s words shocked Jerrell. How could this once so kind guy say these types of things?
"You are sorry motherfucker, you know that?"
"Yep. Sure am! Sorry I don't have another sibling for you to throw yourself at."
Jerrell finally saw it. The one thing that he thought he would never see from Brandon.
"Damn, so this is that cold side you were talking about."
"Yep. Ding ding. You are the winner. Bye bye!" Before Jerrell could even think to respond to anything, Brandon had already ended the phone call.
“Fuck this. Fuck Jerrell. And fuck everybody.” Brandon went into his recent call list and decided to call Yancy. Maybe he could get in a quicky.
Chapter 16
Valentine’s Day had arrived and Braylon was on the way to his date’s apartment. How did Adrian sucker him into this? This was definitely going to be interesting.
This would kinda make date number 3. In his past experiences, a date was an annoying formality, a speed bump on the road to getting some ass. After the lucky flavor of the week got some of his good dick, they always came back for more. No follow up date necessary.
The thing that he had going on with Adrian was strange. It was a very foreign concept that Braylon could be digging someone so much without sex being involved. Hell, they had not even shared a passionate, fevered groping kiss. Adrian couldn’t be a virgin so what was he afraid of. Why had he not tried to make any kind of move on Braylon? Obviously, Adrian had to be feeling him. If not, why had Adrian asked Braylon to be his Valentine? Something wasn’t right. Braylon never had to work hard for ass. Never!
As soon as Braylon walked up to Adrian’s front door, he could hear the R. Kelly song that was coming from inside. And not the fuck you by the biscuits, toss your salad, and leave you spent kind of R. Kelly, but the sweet, let me walk on the beach with you and then you can braid my hair Kells. Once again Braylon wondered what he had agreed to.
Adrian took no time to answer the door. Braylon immediately took note of the lighting choice for the evening. A few scented candles had been lit and placed strategically in the apartment. Thoughts of sex once again flooded Braylon’s mind. Tonight had to be the night. Music and candles? Come on!
“Right on time,” Adrian said as he ushered his date in. “I was just about to plate up the food.”
“You cooked?” Braylon took off his jacket and laid it on the chair. He didn’t smell any food, but that could have been because of the candles.
“Naw, I ordered take out. I don’t think that you would want any of my cooking. If it was up to my abilities, we would be eating Ramen noodles and bologna sandwiches.”
Braylon chuckled. He was the same way. Brandon could cook a little, but not him.
“I didn’t bring you any chocolates or flowers or nothing cause…”
“You remembered I had a dick,” Adrian joked.
“Well, you say you have one although I have not had a chance to see it, but here.”
Braylon passed him the bottle of Ciroc he was holding as well as a card. Adrian accepted the gifts and smiled.
“Thank you. I got you something too.” Adrian reached down on the sofa and grabbed a stuffed Tigger from Winnie the Pooh. Braylon hadn't even noticed it before. “I remember talking once and you said that you liked him so… yeah.”
“I did say that, huh.” Braylon smiled. For some reason, the small gesture meant a lot to him. Maybe it was the ambiance that Adrian had thoughtfully crafted. Braylon was made to feel at ease.
Dinner by candlelight was a success. Adrian had ordered a few pans of Italian food. The couple shared shrimp scampi and chicken marsala. Of course, the bottle of Ciroc had been opened after they had finished a bottle of white wine. By dinner’s end, they both felt nice and toasty.
When Adrian had asked if he wanted to stay overnight, Braylon could barely hide his excitement. As he followed Adrian back to the bedroom, a flurry of freaky thoughts danced around. He watched with lustful gaze as Adrian undressed. First to go was the socks and shoes followed by shirt and pants. Braylon was pleasantly surprised to see Adrian's bubble butt covered by some sexy navy colored briefs.
Adrian's back had been turned to his guest. This opportunity gave Braylon a wonderful view of the ass he soon hoped to conquer. Braylon was sliding off his boxers by the time Adrian turned around.
"What you think you doing," Adrian asked as Braylon's beautiful chocolate dick was being sprung from its confines. Adrian couldn't help but get stiff as well.
"I sleep naked," Braylon said with a seductive smile. "I hope you don't mind."
"And what if I do?"
Braylon walked to Adrian's side of the bed. His dick swayed with every step. Adrian tried not to focus on it, but it looked so delicious. His trance was finally broken upon Braylon's kiss. It was full of hunger and passion. Adrian's dick was at full attention and poking into Braylon's leg. He could also feel Braylon's naked heat on his thigh. Hands slid under his briefs to palm and squeeze his ass. Adrian quivered at the touch.
His back naturally arched in response. He wanted to resist Braylon, but he wanted to feel skin rubbing against skin as well.
"Braylon... I... uh." Words were barely escaping his mouth. Braylon had found Adrian's weak spot below his ear. Adrian's hands betrayed his wants to stop as they searched for the chocolate that his eyes had locked on earlier.
"Yeah, baby. Go ahead."
Adrian couldn't continue. He had to find the will
power to stop.
"I can't," he finally managed to say with an assertive push. "I want to, but I can't."
"I got protection. Don't worry." Braylon tried to kiss Adrian again, but Adrian had gained some of his composure and resolve.
"Braylon, I like you. I do. I just am not ready to do this."
"Why not?" Braylon was so lost. Had he done something wrong?
"Sex can mess things up sometimes and I don't want to rush into it."
"Okay..." Braylon still didn't know what to say. Sensing the sexual portion of the evening was over, he took a seat on the bed. Adrian pulled his underwear back over his hump and sat down next to him.
"You know, the first time I ever had sex was a couple years ago. I was in college before I lost my virginity."
"Come on. Really?" Braylon was surprised. "As sexy as you are, I know you had to be fighting them off. Did you date in high school?"