by Andria Large
What Sebastian didn’t expect was the incredible singing that went along with the strumming of the guitar chords. Sebastian immediately recognized the song even though Christian was singing it a bit slower and playing a guitar instead of a piano. It was No One by Alicia Keys. Sebastian was in complete awe of his brother’s voice. He had no idea Christian had a voice like that. Christian sang, not knowing Sebastian was standing behind him.
...You and me together, through the days and nights, I don’t worry cause, everything’s gonna be alright, people keep talkin’, they can say what they like, but all I know is everything’s gonna be alright, no one, no one, no oooone can get in the way of what I’m feelin’...
Un-fucking-believable! How could Christian not tell them that he could sing like that? Christian sang the whole song and it was freaking beautiful. When he finished, he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging. Sebastian wondered what has his little brother looking like he has the weight of the world on his back.
Sebastian started clapping. Christian whirled around, almost falling out of his chair in the process. His eyes got so big that Sebastian was afraid that they would pop out of his head; his mouth worked but nothing came out and his face flushed fifty shades of red.
“Nice, shithead, real nice. Were you ever going to tell your family that you can sing like that?” Sebastian snapped.
Sebastian moved forward. Christian stood, setting his guitar down so that it rested against the chair that he had been sitting in. He took a couple of steps back as Sebastian advanced on him.
“Sebastian...I...” he stammered, holding his hands up to try to ward Sebastian off.
Sebastian gave him a bored look before grabbing one of his wrists and pulling him into a hug. Christian stood stiff for a moment in his arms before he finally relaxed.
“You have an incredible voice, Chris, just incredible,” Sebastian murmured, patting the back of his head.
“Really?” Christian croaked.
Sebastian released him only to grab his shoulders and look at him as if he was crazy. “Do you really not know how good you are?”
Christian’s eyes dropped and he shrugged pitifully. Who was this guy? Sebastian has always thought Christian was confident and self-assured. Now all of a sudden, he was doubting himself and looking dejected. Sebastian gave him a shake.
“Hey, look at me,” Sebastian said, ducking his head slightly to catch his little brother’s eye.
Christian lifted his gaze and the raw emotion in them made Sebastian’s heart seize.
“I know that I can be an insensitive bastard sometimes, but right now I’m being completely serious. I would not fuck with your head about something like this; you have a gift. Not only are you an amazing artist, but now I find out that you sing like a freakin’ angel. You should not be hiding yourself away like that; you should be sharing everything that you have to offer with everyone. You are the only one out of the four of us who has any kind of real talent, and we want you to take advantage of that. Shit, Christian, not everyone is a meathead like Henry, Quinn, and me.” Sebastian finished with a smirk.
Christian choked out a little laugh.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Sebastian asked quietly.
“I didn’t want you guys to try to make me sing in front of people. I have only sung in front of Shea, and that is hard enough. I couldn’t handle being up on stage in front of a crowded room,” Christian whispered.
Sebastian sighed heavily and hung his head. What kind of brothers were they if they made the youngest of them feel like he had to hide things from them because he was afraid of what they would do to him or how they would react? A bunch of assholes, that’s who.
“Shit, Chris. I’m sorry. None of us ever meant for you to feel that way. We would never make you do anything you didn’t want to do,” Sebastian said sincerely.
“Like making me eat poisonous mushrooms from the yard?” Christian asked dryly.
Sebastian’s mouth dropped open. Dammit, he forgot about that.
“Or how about the time you guys made me shave my legs? Oh, oh, and that one time you made me put a flaming bag of dog shit on the neighbor’s porch and the cops caught me and took me home to mom and dad?” Christian said bitterly.
Sebastian bit back a laugh. “You didn’t have to do it.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? You and Henry threatened to make me eat the dog shit if I didn’t do it!” Christian said in disbelief.
“We wouldn’t have, though.” Sebastian chuckled.
“I was eight! How was I supposed to know that?” Christian shouted, giving Sebastian a shove.
Sebastian couldn’t hold back his laugh any longer. “I’m sorry!” He laughed.
“No you’re not,” Christian muttered, rolling his eyes.
“Okay, I’m not sorry for that because it was funny as fuck, but I am sorry that we made you feel like you can’t trust us. We’re all adults now, Chris. We can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
Sebastian watched as Christian took a deep breath and nodded. Sebastian could tell that there was something else bothering his little brother, but he didn’t want to push it. Christian has the tendency to close up if pushed too hard, and Sebastian wanted him to sing again, so he kept his mouth shut.
“Will you sing something else for me?” Sebastian asked.
Christian’s whole body locked up. “I don’t know if I can...” Christian wheezed.
“I’ll stand behind you like earlier, pretend I’m not here. Please? I would really like to hear you sing again.” Sebastian pleaded.
Christian stared at him for a moment before finally giving him a single nod. Sebastian moved back over to the door while Christian sat back down on the chair and brought his guitar back to his lap. He started strumming the guitar and Sebastian again immediately recognized the song, because if you didn’t know this song then something was wrong with you, it was Somewhere Over the Rainbow. He really liked the way Christian sang it; it was his own version, a little more upbeat than normal.
The vulnerability in Christian’s tone made Sebastian sad. Something was going on with his little brother, something serious; he just had no idea what or how to get Christian to open up. He was going to have to have a talk with Henry and Quinn to see if they could come up with something together.
Shea was feeling better and better every day. He was finally out of his sling and doing perfectly fine with taking care of himself. Those first couple of weeks had been hard; although, he did not mind Christian giving him showers, those were always fun. The extent of their sex life was minimal due to Shea’s injury. They were doing a lot of jerking off together, and Christian seemed to really love giving him blowjobs. Shea was not complaining, they got better every time.
Now that Shea was pretty much fending for himself, even though he still had to take it somewhat easy, he could probably move back into his house. He realized, though, that he didn’t want to. He wanted to live with Christian, but he just had to make sure that Christian was okay with it. They have been together for a little over a month, and it was really going well. Shea found that he didn’t miss being with women like he thought that he might. He was getting plenty of pleasure and an easy-going relationship from Christian. Why the hell would he want a complicated, overly emotional woman? He didn’t. They got along great, always have, and Shea was falling hard for his best friend. He felt it most when they kissed and gave each other little affectionate touches.
Shea found Christian in the kitchen eating a bowl of Fruity Pebbles before work. Shea smiled and shook his head, some things never change. That was Christian’s favorite cereal, always has been, and he pretty much ate it every day. Shea went over and gave Christian a kiss on the forehead.
“Hey Chris, there is something I want to talk to you about,” he said as he went to grab a cup of coffee.
Christian froze in the middle of bringing up a spoonful of cereal to his mouth. Shit, he probably thought Shea was having second thou
ghts or something. Shea rushed to clarify.
“It’s nothing bad, I promise,” he said quickly.
Christian relaxed only slightly, but he put his spoon back in his bowl and pushed it away. “Okay, what is it?” he asked tightly.
Shea poured his coffee, fixed it how he liked, then went to sit next to Christian. Christian looked at him, the stoic look on his face told Shea that he was awaiting a killing blow. Shea smiled softly and reached over to cup his face.
“Chris, I’m not breaking up with you, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he said gently and moved in for a kiss.
“That is what I’m thinking,” Christian whispered against his lips.
“Well, stop. I’m perfectly happy with you and I’m not leaving,” Shea said, giving him one more kiss before backing up. “In fact, that is what I want to talk to you about.”
Christian frowned in confusion. “Okay.”
“What do you think about me moving in permanently?”
Christian’s eyebrows shot up. “Really? You would want to move in with me?”
Shea smiled. “Yes, I would. Is that okay?”
Christian’s response was for him to grab Shea’s face and kiss him hard. The kiss immediately turned frantic and needy. Shea didn’t know how or when it happened, but he somehow found himself on the kitchen table with Christian on top of him, their hands tearing off each other’s clothes. Soon they were both naked, clothes strewn all over the chairs and floor. Shea muscled Christian off him and shoved him into a chair. They were both panting hard as their eyes locked, Shea’s heart flipped over at the intense desire swirling in them. Shea dropped to his knees in front of Christian and pushed his knees apart. Christian sucked in a sharp breath when he realized what Shea planned to do. This was going to be Shea’s first time sucking a dick. He wasn’t really sure what to do, but he was confident that Christian would tell him if he was doing something wrong.
Shea wrapped his hand around Christian’s cock and started stroking slowly. A small drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip so Shea leaned forward and licked it away. Christian bit out a curse and shoved his hands into his hair. Shea figured that he would just do what he liked done to himself, so he started off teasing Christian a little bit by flicking his tongue over the tip and licking a line down his shaft. Christian’s hips jutted forward trying to get more.
Finally, when he felt that Christian couldn’t take anymore, he wrapped his mouth around the swollen head of his boyfriend’s cock and sucked. Christian actually shouted, his hands coming down to clutch Shea’s head. He probably wanted to grab his hair, but Shea’s was too short and there was nothing to grab. Shea took as much of Christian into his mouth as he could before pulling back and repeating. Christian moaned low and then gasped when Shea swirled this tongue around the head.
“Fuck, Shea...don’t stop.” Christian panted.
Shea rolled his eyes up to see what Christian was doing. He found him watching, his eyes heavy lidded, his bottom lip between his teeth, and a rosy flush was creeping up his cheeks. Damn, he looked sexy as hell.
“Stroke me, too.” Christian breathed.
So at Christian’s direction, Shea stroked his shaft while he sucked him. Christian’s head fell back and his grip tightened on Shea’s head. Christian’s hips rocked in time with what Shea was doing.
“Baby, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you need to move,” Christian rasped.
Shea knew how much he enjoyed coming in Christian’s mouth, so he wanted to do the same for him. Shea tightened his grip slightly and tried to take Christian as far into his mouth as he could. Christian’s abs bunched and he let out a guttural groan, his grip on Shea’s head tightening. Christian came a moment later, his body jerking. Shea felt his hot come hit the back of his tongue and followed his first instinct, which was to swallow. It didn’t taste as bad as he was expecting. Shea only released Christian after he was completely finished and sagging in the chair.
Christian watched lazily as Shea kissed his way back up his body after the best blowjob he’s had in years. He loved the way Shea’s goatee scraped along his skin. Shea didn’t really know what he was doing, but it still felt amazing; knowing that it was Shea doing it, made it feel even better. Shea kissed him on the lips then smiled.
“Did I do okay for my first time?” he asked wryly.
“I think you know the answer to that.” Christian grinned.
Shea smiled shyly and moved back. He looked like he was about to grab his clothes when Christian caught his wrist. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?”
“I was going to get dressed?”
“We’re not done yet,” Christian informed him as he stood.
Shea raised an eyebrow at him. “We’re not?”
“Uh, no, you didn’t come yet,” Christian said.
“Don’t you have to get to work?” Shea asked.
“I think I have time for you to fuck me,” Christian growled, pulling Shea into his arms and kissing him soundly.
Shea tore his mouth away and stared at Christian, looking startled. “Did you just say you have time for me to fuck you?”
Christian chuckled at the dumbfounded look on Shea’s face. “Yeah, is that alright with you?”
Shea gaped at him for a moment, his mouth worked but nothing came out. Finally, he said, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Christian shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Shea, you are not going to hurt me, this is not my first go ‘round.”
“I...I...but...” Shea stammered.
Christian grabbed Shea’s face and kissed him softly before pulling back slightly. “I want your cock in my ass, right now,” he growled.
Shea’s eyes widened before narrowing on him. “Who the fuck are you?” he whispered.
Christian gave him a shit-eatin’ grin. “I’m just a guy who hasn’t been fucked in a very long time and I want it badly.”
Shea searched his eyes. “You like it rough?” he asked quietly.
Christian’s smile faded. “Yes.”
The next thing Christian knew, Shea spun him around and bent him over the kitchen table, pressing a heavy hand down between his shoulder blades. Oh fuck yes! That was exactly what Christian liked; being manhandled was a huge turn on for him. Since the lube was upstairs, Shea had to use his spit to lube up. He felt Shea’s cock slide up and down his crack a few times before Shea positioned himself to enter. Christian couldn’t fucking wait. He’s been dying for this ever since realizing he was in love with Shea. Shea pushed forward, slowing making his way past the tight muscles. Christian hissed at the invasion - it burned, but it was a good burn. Shea rocked, slowing working his way in until he was fully sheathed.
“Oh, Jesus.” Shea choked.
Shea grabbed Christian’s hips as he slowly pulled back and pushed back in. The strangled cry that came out of Shea was nothing that Christian had ever heard from him before, and he couldn’t help but smile. Shea kept the pace slow but Christian wanted more, so he pushed up onto his hands and pushed back against Shea, meeting his thrusts and forcing him to go faster. Shea gasped and shoved Christian back down onto the table, holding him down by his shoulders.
“Fucker, you’re gonna make me come before I want to,” he growled.
Christian chuckled; loving that Shea was losing his cool.
Shea held onto his shoulders as he started slamming into him, hard and fast. Christian cried out and gripped the edge of the table. Shea bent over him, wrapping one arm around his chest and the other around his waist, biting the back of Christian’s shoulder, almost causing Christian to come again. Shea moaned long and low as his thrusts became more erratic and frantic. Shea shifted slightly and was now unknowingly hitting Christian’s prostate practically forcing him to come hard and pulse around Shea’s cock.
“Holy fucking shit!” Shea bit out as he slammed into Christian twice more before coming with a guttural shout through gritted teeth.
They both sagged onto the table, sweaty and panting.
Shea draped over Christian’s back, his forehead resting between his shoulder blades. Christian’s heart felt ready to explode, and he blurted the words he had promised not to say again until he knew they would be returned.
“I love you, Shea.” He breathed, immediately wishing he could take it back. Shit, he was such an ass.
Shea’s first instinct was to repeat the words back to Christian, to tell the man that he loved him, too, but he hesitated. Was he in love with Christian? He knew that his feelings for his best friend have changed, and he knew that he was falling for him. But was he completely in love with him? He wasn’t sure, and he didn’t want to tell Christian he loved him, too, if he wasn’t absolutely certain of how he felt.
Shea kissed Christian’s back, between his shoulder blades. “I...I can’t, not yet,” he whispered.
Christian pushed up, forcing Shea to back up. They both grunted as their bodies separated.
“It’s fine, Shea. I didn’t expect to hear it back,” Christian replied, his voice void of emotion.
Christian gathered up his clothes and headed out of the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” Shea called after him.
“I need a shower,” he muttered in response and ran up the stairs.
Shea heard the bathroom door slam shut. He closed his eyes and hung his head.
“Fuck,” Shea bit out and scrubbed a hand over his short hair.
Shea pulled his jeans back on and headed upstairs. He went to open the bathroom door but it was locked for the first time ever. Motherfuckinggoddammit! They just had mind-blowing sex and now it was ruined because of three little words.
“Chris? Hey, are you alright?” Shea asked after knocking a couple of times.
“Fine,” Christian croaked.
Shea sighed and dropped his forehead to the door. “Christian, please, let me in.”
“No,” Christian said then coughed hard.