Between The Brothers Ch. 18

CHAPTER 18: MOMENTS DEFINED

IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE BREAKUP (RYAN'S POV)

The sound of the rain grew louder as I watched him walk away. My heart broke with every step he took. Marcus was special. I knew that the first time I laid eyes on him, it was in the sweltering heat of the Boston Common. He didn't see me, but I saw him.

I can still remember the way his ass bounced and how the sun just illuminated his skin. He was so in his zone that he didn't even notice my drooling over him. I had sworn to myself after my relationship with Tanner ended that I was not gonna rush into anything with anyone. I was just going to sleep around. I was far too young and hot to be bound by the strains of love and relationships.

It's funny how you think one way while the universe has vastly different plans for you. It became abundantly clear that there were other plans for me when I kept seeing Marcus in the park. I didn't care what time I showed up to run; he was there as well. It was like he was taunting me with his perfect body and flawless skin. He was there, and I liked the fact that he was there. I wanted to know him, get his name, and be friends, at least.

For two weeks, my chocolate mystery guy kept me in a state of suspended animation. I couldn't do anything but think about him, and I didn't even know him. Then it happened! We crossed paths, and I was directly in his line of sight. I told myself to play it cool and just look straight ahead. I felt his eyes on me. He was looking at me, and then CRASH! Our worlds collided, and we fucked. He knew my body, and I knew his body. We became inseparable fast. So much so that I brought him home to meet my family, and he fucked my older brother, Cameron. Then I fucked my older brother!

"Ryan," Cameron called out to me, breaking me from my stroll down memory lane.

"What?" I shouted. I was angry. Cameron had ruined it all. Marcus wanted us both, and I was okay with that. I had or have complicated feelings for Cameron. I was in love with him growing up. I knew I shouldn't have been, but I couldn't help myself.

"Why are you being stupid? You just let him leave without you. I gave him to you," he yelled as he pushed me.

I pushed him back, "I'm stupid? You fucked this up. He's in love with us both. All or nothing was the agreement, and for the record, you don't have to give him to me. I've always had him. He may have been smitten with your dark energy, but I'm his center, Cam."

Cameron challenged my thoughts, "Then why are you here, and he's gone? Marcus is his own center. He's his own sun, and the men in his life just orbit him. Stringing us along as two moving pieces he can have at the same time is fucked up."

I argued back, "He knew the truth. He knows that I have feelings for you, and you have them for me as well."

Cameron's rage came out, "Listen at you. You have to get control of yourself. We are not our fathers!"

"There it is," I said as I squared off with him, "You don't deny I'm right. You're just afraid of being them. They have you in such a fucking chokehold, Cameron, that you're afraid to live your life authentically. You'd rather be alone and miserable than to take the risk. Who knows... you may just be better than those who came before us."

"Are you fuckin' Dr. Phil," he mocked, "you been having tea with Oprah? No? This is Joe Biden's liberal agenda at work, right?"

"You can mock my political beliefs. You can mock my ideology, but what you can't mock is the truth. So admit it! You're a queer incest-loving fag like the rest of us!" I said it so loud and proudly.

Even in the rain, I could see the color drain from Cameron's face. My big brother didn't like being called out on his shit. In 0.2 seconds, his eyes went dark and swung at me. I knew it was coming. I was prepared, and I moved fast.

He hit the air and almost tripped over himself. He stumbled a couple of feet in my direction. I didn't want him to fall, so I tried to help him balance. He pushed me away.

"Fuck off, Ry," he said aggressively.

He walked away from me. Everything had been ruined. We were all completely undone. My relationship with Cameron was back on the rocks, and Marcus was gone. Then there were my issues with my dad. I couldn't even begin to process that baggage.

**

I made it back to the house after standing in the rain for hours. My heart was in my feet. I felt broken and dejected. So many strides in the right direction were suddenly gone, and I was back at square one. All my selfless acts, growth, and maturity meant nothing.

Marcus's car was gone. Cameron's truck was outside. To my surprise, though, Tanner was standing on the front porch. His eyes were searching and wandering about, looking for something or someone. Then they landed on me, and he lit up. He was searching for me. I was someone's hope for tomorrow, and it made me feel good, but not in the way Marcus made me feel.

Our eyes met in the rain. He smiled and waved at me. His whole heart was in that wave. I realized then that Tanner had feelings for me. He was my high school sweetheart. My first of many things, but we always downplayed what we meant to one another. Even after the threesome we had with Marcus and the sex we had after learning about Marcus and Cameron, we just pretended that we were fucking for the fun and release of it.

He stepped off the porch and into the rain. The way the water dripped from his body made him look good. Tanner had always been a catch--my best bud who helped me explore my sexuality.

We were adorable jocks-boy next door, all-American images with a deep appreciation for cock. Maybe he was the one for me. He was still here, and he wasn't even remotely interested in Cameron.

We met halfway. He cast his soft eyes on me. I wanted my heart to feel anything other than the hurt I was currently experiencing. He reached his hand out and touched mine. For a moment, I felt a reprieve from all the hurt.

He said, "I'm here for you. Whatever you need, I got you, Ry."

It was a simple phrase, but it was effective at letting me know he had my back. That opened up some sort of connection between us. The next thing I knew, I was in his arms in a strong embrace, letting out all these tears I never knew needed to be released from my eyes and heart.

I lifted my head from his chest. He looked at me in such a way that it made everything feel calm and at ease. He pulled my face close to him, and our lips touched. It was an effortless kiss that filled the empty section of my lonely heart.

SIX MONTHS LATER

The months had been passing by almost at a snail's pace. I had tried everything under the sun to get Marcus out of my system, but nothing seemed to be working. Everywhere I turned, there was something that reminded me of him. The biggest reminder was Cameron. He hasn't done much healing since the break-up. He wasn't drinking, but he also wasn't processing anything like he said he would.

Tanner had planted himself in my life over the last six months. His intentions were clear. He wanted a relationship, and even though I enjoyed his companionship and light-hearted conversations, I couldn't feel the spark I needed. I was trying to force it, but it just wasn't happening, and I wanted more than anything to let go of my past with Marcus.

The atmosphere was perfect for romance. I was in the den with Tanner. We were alone and enjoying each other's company. All the feels were just right. We were snuggled up together, watching a movie. I could feel it each time he stole a glance at me.

He turned my face toward him, and then he kissed me. It was super sensual. His tongue invaded my mouth like a snake in search of its prey. His lips rubbed against mine. My body reacted with positive energy. I kissed him back like he was the best man for me. I wanted to be the best man for him.

He pulled me into his lap. My hips began to move in a circular motion. I rocked back and forth on his hardened cock. Tanner had been so patient, and I knew he wanted to finally fuck me again. His hands ended up on my back, and they slowly moved down my body. Just as he palmed my ass, I opened my eyes, and all I could see was Marcus.

"I can't do this," I shouted as I jumped up.

He groaned frustratingly, "What's wrong? It's me. You know me, Ry."

"I know. I just... I just... I'm not ready yet. I'm sorry." I tried to explain, but I knew my words didn't offer much comfort.

"Fine! I need some fresh air," he said as he stood up, revealing the prominent tent in his shorts.

I took a seat and cursed myself for letting Marcus get in my head. I had been listening to his podcast. Hearing his voice every week discuss loving me with the world may not have been the best course of action, but I couldn't resist.

I was broken from my thoughts by the sound of light laughter happening above me. It sounded like Tanner's laugh. I walked up the stairs to investigate. I found him leaning against the counter next to Cameron. They were standing close to one another. Seeing their body language set me ablaze. Then I lost it when Cameron placed his hand on Tanner's hand.

I shouted, "What the fuck is this? I ask you to wait a little while longer before we fuck, and you come and find Cameron?!"

My explosion shocked not only me but them as well. The look on their faces told me they hadn't expected my reaction.

"Are you seriously accusing me of trying to sleep with Cameron?" Tanner asked. "I'm not fucking Marcus!"

"Damn right, you aren't!" The words just left my mouth.

Cameron jumped in, "Ry, seriously, you need to calm down. We were just catching up."

"No, don't defend it. It seems like the idea of you screwing me is the only thing that gets his blood pumping." Tanner said as he pointed at my cock.

I was indeed standing there sporting a massive erection for the ages. The sheer humiliation I felt sent me into a deeper rage. A rage that had to have an underlying reason that went beyond what was currently happening.

"Don't turn this on me. You're standing here sharing giggles and exchanges with my whore of a brother. Just admit it you want him to fuck you too. Go ahead, do it. Fuck each other! At least have the balls this time, Cameron, to do it in my face and not beyond my back!" I was shouting my venom so loud.

"That's enough, damn it," Cameron yelled. "I get it. You're hurt that he left you, but it's been six months. Marcus doesn't want you."

I saw red following his comments. I wanted to punch him where it would hurt the most. I wanted to pop his head off and snatch out his heart. I was sick of his shit. Brother or no brother, I was done protecting Cameron and everyone else.

"Fuck you! He left because of you! You did this! You walk around like you're without blame. You fucked my boyfriend, and then you fucked me, and now you act like you can't stomach the idea of fucking the both of us. You are the problem! You are CAMERON! You can't blame dad fucking you for all your mistakes!

My mother's voice came through like a freight train on a collision course, "RYAN, that's enough!"

I slowly turned around. The whole family was behind her. My mother stood there with tears in her eyes. My sister looked at me with disgust and anguish. Then there was Eric. He looked like a deer in headlights.

I joked, "Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag now, right? You're all looking at me as if it's some big shock. He fucked me. He fucked me good. Dad was right. I'm in love with my older brother."

"I thought you loved Marcus," Eric asked. The words left his mouth slowly as if he were afraid to ask.

"I love them both. I want them both. I can't get either one of them out of my mind. I wish I could."

"Will you shut up," Cameron yelled at me.

I spun around, "Not a chance in hell. You act like it's wrong, but you had an affair with Dad."

"He wasn't my dad!"

I smirked and goaded, "No! He was your fucking uncle whom you continued to fuck. I get it that, at first, he manipulated you, but on some level, you enjoyed it because you didn't stop till Marcus came along. Ask yourself, big brother, why did it take Marcus to make you stop. What was it about Gill that kept your cock hard?"

"You little shit," Cameron cried as he charged at me.

Eric jumped in the middle of us. He blocked Cameron. We started to scream at one another. Tanner pulled Cameron by his shirt.

"Ryan, what is wrong with you? Why are you behaving this way," my mother asked.

"What's wrong with me? I was selfless. I walked away and brought Marcus to Cameron when he was drinking his life away. I gave up on someone I loved so much to be there for someone else that I loved. And what did I get in return? I had it thrown back in my face. So the real question is, what is wrong with all of you?"

"You're hurt, but this is not how family acts. We sure as hell don't blast family business in front of other people."

"I'm done pretending that we're some happy, functioning family. I'm done! It's time I found my own way without any of this family shit hanging over my head.

**

When I left home following my blow-up with my family, I wasn't sure where I was going to go. I jumped in the car and just drove and drove for miles and miles. Before I knew it, I was here knocking on his door. Part of me wondered how he'd respond to seeing me. Then, there was the other part of me that feared seeing him again.

It was late, and I was worried he wouldn't even be awake. Then I heard the locks clicking. I took a deep breath. The door opened, and there he stood, just as beautiful as the last time I had seen him. His skin was still flawless, and he had started to grow his hair out. His dreads were in the early stage, and it fit his swagger and bone structure well. Just seeing him made me run hot with pleasure. My beautiful Marcus, always and forever.

"Ry?" He couldn't believe I was standing at his door.

His voice was just what my heart needed to hear. I was instantly back in the most peaceful place I could ever been. I was safe with him. I felt like myself again.

"That's not the name you call me, beautiful," I said with a smile. I loved smiling around him.

He smiled back and said, "Cowboy."

That was all I needed to hear. I reached out and pulled him close to me. Our lips instantly locked, and our bodies pressed against one another. All my feelings flowed through our kiss. There was no way I was going anywhere. I pushed him back inside the apartment. I closed the door behind me. Marcus broke away from our kiss.

"What are you doing here," he asked. "You shouldn't be here."

His apartment was filled with boxes. It was apparent that he was moving. He stepped back, and I admired him. He was in his sweats, and I could see just how happy and turned on he was.

"I had a fight with my family. With Tanner. I got in the car and drove all the way here," I said.

"You drove all the way from Wyoming," he asked.

"I did. I drove all the way here. I need you, babe. I can't move on from you," I confessed.

"Have you tried?"

"Have I tried? All I do is try. I'm telling you, Marcus, right here and now that I'm not leaving until you give yourself to me. I can't do this shit!"

"You're stronger than you realize, Ry."

"I don't wanna be strong tonight. I want to be kissed and loved by you. Please don't turn me away. I just need to feel you in my arms." I felt myself ready to fall apart.

He steadied my face for a moment. He didn't say a word. Instead, he just went to work doing his thing. He pulled out a few candles and lit them, turned off all the lights, and then put on a little music. He set a scene for me. He knew what I needed from him.

Ed Sheeran's "Kiss Me" began to play. He held his hand out, and I took it. He pulled me close and we started to slow dance. It was simply magical. Nothing could or would ever compare to that moment with him. The heat between us caused my body and heart to melt into his body and heart.

I laid my head in his chest. He wrapped his arms around me. How could someone make me feel so much love, joy, hurt, passion, anger, and fury? He ran his hand up and down my back in the most soothing and comforting way.

"Ryan?"

"Yeah."

"Exhale."

I didn't question it. I just exhaled, and there it was--the great relief that I needed. I had been inhaling for so long that I had forgotten how or that it was okay to exhale. He reminded me at that moment that it was OK, and my God, it felt amazing.

Marcus moved from me. He picked up one of the candles, and with his other hand, he led me. I asked no questions because the truth is, I would have followed him to the ends of the earth. He led me to his bedroom. He placed the candle on the dresser, turned off the lights, and opened the curtains to let the moonlight in.

He made his way back over to me and put both his hands on my chest. My body trembled, and my breathing became shallow. He pushed me back on the bed. I smiled at him with my eyes, and he ate my heart and soul with his eyes. My life was in his eyes. He was my everything.

He climbed into bed with me. He leaned in and kissed me. I ran my fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp as our lips danced passionately together. My heart raced, and I felt like like a virgin all over again.

Marcus moved down my body, and he pulled my pants and underwear off. My cock was hard as steel, I pulled my shirt off. His eyes scanned over my naked body. He extended his tongue out and rolled it across my nipples, causing me to moan. He bit them softly and ran his hand between my thighs and then across my balls.

My cock twitched with every touch he gave me. He kissed his way down my torso. His lips felt like they dragged across my body, and then he made his way to my cock. He took it directly into his wet mouth. I squirmed in absolute pleasure underneath him.

"Oh fuck," I panted.

My body responded by thrusting my hips up and down slowly. I fucked his mouth as I watched those fat juicy lips of his wrap around my throbbing member. I spread my legs, and he ran his fingers over my balls. He moaned like he loved it. Each time my cock came out of his mouth, I could see the veins in my dick. Marcus knew just how to get me there. My penis was turning bright red already, and we had only just begun.

As he pulled on my balls and sucked my cock harder, my moans increased. I felt nothing but pure sexual energy flowing through the room. He pulled my cock out of his mouth and licked the head of it over and over again. I pulled him from my cock. I wanted more kisses. He could tell in my body language. He kissed me like the lover he was.

As we made out, he removed his sweats. I opened my eyes and admired that fat long cock of his. He had such a beautiful chocolate dick. I swear it tasted just as good as it looked. If not fucking better.

"You want to be my pussy tonight," he asked.

He had never said something like that to me before. It turned me on. It was like a different side of him. He was still loving but more secure in his position and himself. How could I resist that? It was sexy. It was fucking hot.

"Yes," I replied.

"Say it," he demanded.

I obeyed, "I want to be your pussy tonight. Make me your pussy, Marcus."

"I want you to show me how good of a cowboy you really are. Earn that name in my book." He held my gaze as he said each word.

He moved down to the edge of the bed. He pulled me to the edge by my legs. There was an aggression with it. He spread my legs, which exposed my tight, pretty hole. It winked in anticipation of what was to come.

"Look at that pretty fucking hole. Baby, your pussy is beautiful," he said with lust in his voice.

He kissed my hole, and I pushed it out. That was all it took. He feasted on me like a passionate savage. I could hear the sounds of his tongue flicking and invading my hole. He stabbed my entrance repeatedly with his tongue. Each time, he found a new way to make me moan and beg for more. His head moved back and forth, and his hair swung.

"Fuck my hole," I cried.

"You taste so fucking good," he said from between my cheeks.

His tongue slid deep inside of me. I nearly jumped off the bed. My cock was leaking like a broken faucet. He sucked the entire ring in his mouth. He stood up and flipped me onto my hands and knees. He slapped my ass and made my cheeks bounce.

"Look at you and this beautiful pussy and these red freckles on your ass. That shit turns me on. You drive me wild, Ry."

"You drive me wild," I said as I looked back at him.

"Tell me you want this dick," he said as he slapped his dick on my hole.

"I want your cock."

"Did I say cock," he asked as he slapped my ass cheeks with all his might.

"FUCK! I'm sorry. No. You said dick. I want your dick."

He pushed the head against my opening. My pussy wanted to be filled. It opened up and swallowed Marcus's cock without any resistance. He slid every inch of his long dick inside of me. He quickly started to fuck me. My ass began to bounce back, and he pounded me deep. The sounds of our bodies slapping into one another bounced off the empty walls.

"Fuck me," I begged.

He grabbed hold of my shoulders and rammed his dick deep into my guts. I pushed my hole out, and my walls gripped his dick even tighter. His big balls pounded mine. These deep primal sounds came flowing from him. It turned me on hearing him like that. I wanted to please him even more. I started to bounce back on his cock even harder. I wanted my pussy to fuck him. He stopped moving and let me take control.

"Come on cowboy, show daddy what that pussy can do. Fuck my dick," he said with enthusiasm.

I moved back and forth on his cock. My ass cheeks jiggled with each movement I took. The walls in my ass became moist and smooth. He grabbed my hair and started to pound me like a jackrabbit. My hole was creaming, and I was loving every minute of it.

"Fuck me, Marcus. Pound me, baby," I moaned.

He slowed down his pounding. He started to give me these slow strokes. Each one was deep, long, and slow. It made my body shiver. He pulled his dick out and spit on my hole. He smeared it around with his dick, and then he slid it back inside of me.

"Pussy so good, Ry."

I was on fire inside and outside. I could feel all of Marcus's sweat dripping on my back. I was completely open. Each plow was better than the last. I wanted the night to last forever or maybe even become stuck in a loop. I couldn't get enough. Marcus pulled his dick out of me.

"Turn over," he said.

I flipped on my back. My dick was standing straight up in the air. Marcus had this look of lust and hunger in his eyes. He climbed on me and eased himself down on my dick. My eyes grew in size from the pleasure of his velvet walls wrapping around my cock.

"Oh my God," I gushed.

"That pussy feels good around your dick," he asked.

"Fuck yeah."

His hole swallowed every inch of me. He took it to the base, and then I felt his ass cheeks flex. He started to move his hips in a slow motion back and forth and then slowly up and down on my cock. He was in total control. I was simply a toy for him, but I could feel his passion for me.

He moved harder and faster. I grabbed hold of his ass cheeks as he rode me. He bounced up and down on my dick. His hands wrapped around my throat, and his back arched out. My dick was in love with his talented ass. He took me like only he could.

"Oh, my fucking God, Marcus. Ride me," I cried out in deep pleasure.

He leaned back on my dick and rode me. As he bounced up and down on my cock he stroked his thick meat. His pussy juice ran down my shaft and balls. His thick thighs pounded into my thighs. He suddenly choked me and made his ass twerk on my dick. The pleasure was immensely heightened for me.

"This what you wanted? You wanted me to fuck your brains tonight?" He asked with a bit of dominance about himself.

"Fuck yes," I moaned out loud.

That pussy was so good. I was deep in him. His body twitched and moved like an exotic dancer. His hole made this squishy noise each time he bounced down on my dick. I made myself fuck up into him. I drove my cock deeper into his hole. I couldn't stop driving my hips upward into his hole. Our breathing grew rapid, and the moans grew louder. My hands moved up his sweaty back. I could feel my balls banging into his cheeks. His big cock was swinging back and forth as he rode me. He eased off my cock, and I watched the cream from his ass drip onto my stomach.

"Put your dick in my mouth," I commanded.

He smirked and then fed me his cock. I took his wet cock down my throat. I hungrily sucked his fuck stick. Like I said earlier, it tasted as good as it looked. I took him all the way down my throat. My head moved back and forth as he fucked my mouth.

He groaned, "Eat my dick, cowboy. Work that mouth."

I deep-throated his cock. I sped up the process of sucking his dick. I moved to the head of his cock and sucked on it. He began to leak his precum in my mouth. I moved my finger along his taint and then pressed it against his puckered hole. I had his dick sloppy and dripping with my saliva. Every inch of his gorgeous cock was covered in mine fluids.

"I want you to fuck me some more," I said as I slapped the side of my face with his dick.

He folded my legs and pushed them to the back of my head. My hole was completely exposed once again. He eased his cock inside of me and began to fuck me again. He pounded my ass, moving deep and fast in and out of me.

My body bounced and moved with every thrust. My heavy balls were swaying, and I stroked my cock. He pulled his cock out and slapped my hole, and then shoved it back inside of me. Our eyes met, and he looked like a god plowing into me. I could feel his cock in my back, stomach, and guts.

I opened my mouth, he spit, and I swallowed it. As he fucked me, I laid there, taking it like a pro and wondering how I had gotten to be so lucky to have experienced all the love that Marcus had to offer. My cock couldn't take anymore. I needed to explode, and so I did. My dick was bright red, and with a few strokes, my dick exploded. He shoved himself deep inside of me and filled my ass with his cum.

We lay there in the aftermath, snuggled up together. Marcus was sound asleep, and I was wide awake. He was different from the guy he was six months ago. It made me proud, and it also made me sad. I was still the same person. I wanted to be different and better for him. In my heart, I knew then that I had to leave and go figure how my shit for however long it took and just pray that the day I returned, he'd be ready for me again. That night, I left him sleeping in bed, and I went out to work on finding my path outside of my family and Marcus. I had become selfless. I first noticed it when I put Marcus and Cameron together when Cam was drinking. I wanted to explore more of what that meant and so I did.

TWO YEARS LATER

I pulled up to my family's ranch. It still looked the same, though I hadn't been home in two years. I stepped out of the car and made my way inside the house. It was quiet, which was highly unusual for my family. That could only mean no one was home. I looked around and it was as if I had never left home.

My mom had my dad's obituary on display. I picked it up, and for a moment, I missed him, and I pitted him. He never got to live in his truth. A life not lived in truth is a life not lived at all. That was the last thing I wanted for my life.

"You'd be proud, old man. I joined the Navy. I've been in Spain for the last year and a half. I'm not proud of you, though. You fucked up everything. You fucked up things between me and Cameron. Maybe in your own twisted way, you thought you were helping, but you weren't. No, that's just me making excuses for you. You were a selfish fuck dad. You ruined the family, and then you died. I refuse to be like you. I won't hide, and I won't run from who I am and who I love."

I placed it back down and went upstairs. I took a long, hot shower and then slipped into a pair of briefs. I had just laid across my bed when the bedroom door opened. Cameron stepped into my room. It had been two years since I had seen him, and he looked different. His hair was longer and lighter. There was something different about him.

"Ry, you're back," he said softly.

"You missed me, brother," I asked.

"Let me show you," he said.

He stepped into my bedroom and closed the door. He slowly made his way over to my bed. I forced myself to stare into his eyes. He stared back into mine, and then he slowly leaned down. I slowly raised myself up. We had the house to ourselves. We could be as loud and as passionate as we wanted to be, and we were when he fucked me that morning for the first time in two years.

**

Cameron and I had this idea to surprise Marcus at his gallery opening. Over the last two years, I had randomly checked in to see how his life was going. Now that Cameron and I were secure in our love, it was time for us to get our man back.

A crowd formed around us as we prepared to sing. I spotted Marcus first. His dreads had grown, and his body looked more muscular than when I had last seen him. Seeing him triggered a flood of memories from the last night we shared together. I could only hope he was still in love with us because I knew more than anything that I was still in love with him.

Cameron said, "Howdy, I hope you all are having a good time tonight. I'm Cameron and on the drums is Ryan. We wanted to celebrate Marcus tonight. Hope you'll indulge us for a bit."

I began to lightly play the drums like some cool old school cat. I was impressed by my skill and ability to play an instrument. He had only been planning this for a month. Cameron quickly came in with the guitar. It was our own rendition of Ed Sheeran's "Photograph."

Cameron sang, "Loving can hurt. Loving can hurt sometimes. But it's the only thing that I know."

I took over, "And when it gets hard. You know it can get hard sometimes. It is the only thing that makes us feel alive." I was trying to sound smooth and cool, but inside, I was a ball of nerves.

Together as a perfect brother duo, we sang, "We keep this love in a photograph. We make these memories for ourselves. Where our eyes are never closing, hearts are never broken, and time's forever frozen still. So, you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans. Holdin' me closer 'til our eyes meet. You won't ever be alone. Wait for me to come home."

The room broke out into sweet applause. The only person I cared about applauding was Marcus. Our eyes locked, and I couldn't read his emotion. It had been two years, but I could still feel his touch. He still had my heart. He took a small step towards us, and my heart leaped. I prayed that it was a sign that he still wanted to be between two brothers!

TO BE CONTINUED

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