The 6’1 Mediterranean boy grinned back uncomfortably, “Yeah, buddy…your wish came true.”
Suddenly, Chris’s hands flung to Nate’s arms, pinning them to his sides as he dragged the shorter boy close to him. Nate froze in fear of what just happened, and as Chris readjusted his arms so they were secure around Nate, the older boy looked up to see his younger brother beaming as he lifted Nate to his chest. Nate hit Chris’s defined pecs with an “oof” as the younger brother pushed Nate further into his chest.
“This is a dream come true!” He said, embracing his brother tighter. Nate could here some of his bones crack at the pressure, and he punched his bigger brother to let him down. Chris complied, gently setting the brother to the ground. Nate looked to the side as he muttered:
“That means letting me go too, ginormous.”
Chris laughed, letting him go. However, Nate wasn’t out of the clear yet, because a moment later he felt Chris’s big hand clasp him on the back, sending him a few inches closer to the behemoth and causing that spot on his back to be red with pain.
“I’m not ginormous…” he said, grinning, as he bent towards Nate, who took a step back in the cramped bathroom.
“You’re just short.”
Chris ruffled Nate’s hair as the smaller boy huffed in frustration. As Nate turned around to exit, Chris wrapped his hands around him once again, and trapped him to his chest.
“Hey!” Nate said, growing increasingly upset, “what’s the big idea?!”
Chris shushed him patronizingly as he exited with his big brother’s face trapped between his pectorals. He hugged his older brother as he made it back to his room, and didn’t let him go until the younger brother made sure to block the exit with his body. As Chris released Nate, the sixteen-year-old grumbled at being manhandled. He pointed an accusing finger at his brother.
“You didn’t answer my question, bub!”
Chris smirked.
“And why should I?” He teased, “Twerps should just do what they’re told.”
Nate’s face went pale as the words hit him. He used the same line on Chris when they were younger and he wanted Chris to serve him. His hands began to sweat and his body trembled as he realized.
Chris knows.
The 6-footer squeezed his eyes shut and hugged his chest as Chris loomed over him from in front of the door. Nate looked to his chest, refusing to make eye contact as he tried not to let the revelation weigh him down. Chris leaned down a little, concerned about his brother.
“You okay?” He asked softly.
“What are you gonna do to me…?” Nate replied back softer, whispering.
Chris took his right index finger and used it to gently push Nate’s chin up to his face. As Nate’s eyes met Chris’s, the older brother was shocked to find no malice in those eyes. Only…curiosity.
For now. Nate’s thoughts interjected, and his mouth twitched.
“What are you even talking about? I just wanna play with you,” Chris said, and Nate (who didn’t want to upset his brother) only nodded.
Silence.
“Fine,” Chris huffed after a minute, “I want us to…”
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