***Zeke’s POV***

                “What did you tell Tommy?” I asked.

                “He was in the shower. He didn’t know we left,” Mikey said with a shrug.

                Tommy had gone home about an hour ago, and I had called up Mikey and Sammy to come to the soccer field with me. We would teach Davey a lesson and figure out who else had been with him when he hit Tommy.

                “There they are,” Sammy said, nodding at Davey, Greg, and a guy named Phil. They were taking practice shots, talking and laughing together.

                I stormed right over to them and grabbed Davey, spinning him and holding the front of his shirt tightly. He stared at me in surprise.

                “What the hell?” he asked annoyance, trying to pry my hands off of him. Phil and Greg were watching nervously.

                I glared at them. “Which one of you two was with Davey yesterday?” I growled, my eyes flashing to Greg. He was usually with Davey.

                Mikey grabbed Phil and Sammy grabbed Greg. “Which one of you was it?” Mikey snapped.

                “Hey, what the hell Mikey? What you are talking about?” Phil asked in panic.

                “Did you hit Tommy?” Mikey growled.

                Phil shook his head violently. “What? No! Why would I hit Tommy?” he asked, growing even more panicked. He knew how protective Mikey and Sammy got when it came to Tommy.

                Mikey released him. “I don’t think it was Phil. Phil’s not a stupid asshole,” he said and I nodded in agreement. Phil relaxed a little and let out a relieved sigh.

                “Greg?” Sammy asked, glaring at him. “Were you with Davey?”

                Greg nodded nervously and gulped. “But I didn’t hit Tommy! I swear I didn’t touch him!” he cried and earned a glare from Davey.

                I let my fist fly and connect with Davey’s face. He winced in pain and tried to struggle away from me.

                “You leave Tommy alone!” I boomed. Davey winced again.

                “If you bastards hit our little brother again, we’ll kill you,” Sammy growled, hitting Greg before releasing him.

                I shoved Davey away from me and spit on him. “Leave Tommy alone,” I snarled viciously.

                Davey backed away from me and glared. “Fuck you Zeke,” he snapped. “That little faggot was asking for it.”

                “Tommy isn’t a faggot!” Mikey snapped.

                “He’s a dumbass little kid!” Davey cried furiously. “He’s just a dumbass little faggot!”

                I grabbed Mikey, barely containing myself. Mikey glared at me. “Let me go so I can kill him. No one talks that way about my little brother,” he hissed.

                “Davey, leave Tommy alone. I mean it,” I said, voice deadly calm. “If you fuck with Tommy ever again, you’ll fucking regret it.”

                “I’m out of here! You psycho faggot lovers,” Davey growled, turning and storming off. Greg and Phil hurried to follow him.

                “We do not tell Tommy that just happened. If he asks, we were just shooting and we never saw them,” Sammy said. Mikey and I nodded and we left the soccer field.

                We got in my car and I drove us back to their house and followed them inside. We took our shoes off and went into the living room.

                “Dad, where’s Tommy?” Mikey asked.

                “Tommy’s in his room. You can go on up Zeke,” Brady said. I smiled. “Thanks,” I said with a nod before turning and heading upstairs.

                I let myself into Tommy’s room and froze. Tommy spun to face me, a towel wrapped around his waist, still wet from his shower.

                “Nice of you to join me,” he said, coming over to me and shutting his door. He turned to me and brought his lips to mine.

                I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. He licked my bottom lip and I opened my mouth, letting his tongue in. He rubbed it against mine, pressing his body against mine and grinding our hips together.

                I grabbed his towel and he let me. I pulled it off his body and stared in shock. Tommy stepped away from me and chuckled.

                “I knew you were a horny little fucker,” Tommy said looking down at the shorts he was wearing. He looked back up at me and snatched the towel from me.

                He walked over to his clothes drawers and grabbed a shirt. He pulled it on and came over to me, pecking my lips.

                “I have two brothers and two nosy parents. If you thought I was going to do that here, you’re crazy,” he said with a smirk.

                I blushed deeply and took his hand. “Whatever. Let’s just go,” I mumbled.

                We walked downstairs and Tommy paused and glanced at his brothers. “By the way you guys, I told you I can handle myself,” he said simply before pulling me out of the house.

                We got in my car and I pulled out and onto the road, trying to remain casual. “Zeke, please tell me why you went after those fuckers even when I told you not to?” he asked calmly.

                “Tommy, please tell me how you’re so telepathic,” I grumbled in annoyance. How did he always seem to know what I was doing?

                “My dad told me you guys went down to the soccer field and were talking about kicking the shit out of Davey,” he said simply. “He wanted to know why.”

                I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “Tommy, I’m sorry. I was just so angry that he actually hit you. He’s just your average bully. He goes after you because you’re smaller.”

                Tommy shrugged. “I’m smaller because I’m younger than him. And you.” Tommy paused and sighed. “Zeke, you do realize you’re almost 18, right?”

                I rolled my eyes. “No Tommy. I have no idea how old I am. What does my almost being 18 have to do with you being short?”

                “Zeke, it’ll be illegal for us to do anything once you’re 18. I’ll still only be 15. I mean, yea, I’ll turn 16 soon enough, but still. It’ll be illegal to go past a make out,” he said flatly.

                I froze, realizing that he was right. I had never even thought about our age difference before. I had always been friends with Tommy, so I usually forgot he was younger than me.

                “We can still be together, right Tommy? Right?” I asked, starting to panic a little.

                “Relax. Yes, we can still be together. I’m just saying it’ll be illegal for us to do anything more than a make out. At least until I’m 18, and that’s not happening for another 2 years,” he said with a shrug.

                I fell silent, thinking now. Tommy was two years younger than me. Once I was 18, sexual was stuff would be illegal between us. Plus, I was only around for one more year of school, and then I was off to college when Tommy would only be starting his junior year.

                “Zeke, stop. I shouldn’t have said anything. We still have time,” Tommy said, taking my hand and squeezing it.

                I glanced at him and frowned to myself. He had a distracted look in his incredible eyes. Something told me it wasn’t the same thing that was on my mind currently.

                “Tommy, are you okay?” I asked softly.

                He nodded. “Yea Zeke. I’m fine,” he said. But I could tell he was lying. Something was seriously bothering him now.

                He turned to me as I pulled into a parking lot. “Hey Zeke, do you want to go down to the fields and practice tomorrow? With Kory and Trace,” he said.

                I shrugged and nodded. “Sure. But why with Kory and Trace?” I asked, my heart beating a little faster. When I saw Kory playing soccer, it just made me fall even more in love with him. He was so amazing at it. Tommy knew that, so why would he invite Kory?

                “I just want to practice with them,” Tommy said and got out of the car. I stared after him in confusion as I got out of the car as well. He was definitely up to something, I just wasn’t sure what.

                I went over and took his hand, leading him out to the beach. “Sorry. I know it’s a little boring and cliché but…I just thought it would be nice,” I said with a nervous shrug.

                “I think it’s perfect Zeke,” he said, his lips twitching into a small smile. He pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it in the sand. I copied him and we went to the water in our shorts. We stepped in and the waves crashed against our bodies.

                Tommy slipped a little and I caught him. “Easy Tommy,” I said jokingly, righting him but keeping my arms around him.

                “Being small sucks,” he said with a sigh.

                “Does it bother you when they pick on you for your size?” I asked. Everyone always made fun of Tommy. Even for being 15, he was still really small.

                Tommy shook his head, resting his head on my shoulder, probably standing on his toes to do so. Oh, my little boyfriend. My poor short boyfriend.

                “Nah, that’s the story of my life. Tall, buff older brothers, scrawny little brother. I got used to it by the time I was, like, five,” he said with a shrug.

                I kissed his forehead. “Just because I’m smaller, it doesn’t mean I’m the bitch in this relationship,” he said with a smirk.

                He kissed and began to suck at my neck until he found my soft spot. He began to suck at it as his hands roamed my body. I let out a slight moan, glad that this beach was deserted 99% of the time.

                He sucked at my neck harder as I wrapped hands around him. He pulled away and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me deeply.

                “I almost love you Zeke,” he mumbled against my lips. “Not fully love you yet. But almost.”

                “Thank you for your honesty,” I said, rolling my eyes and smiling a little as he placed his head back on my shoulder.

                “I don’t want to tell you I love you until I’m positive that I do. I know you still love Kory, but that’ll change,” he said, kissing the side of my neck.

                I began to gently rub his back and pecked his lips. “It will,” I said. “How could I not fall in love with you Tommy? You’re just so…Tommyish.”

                “Going to take that as a compliment,” he said. I chuckled and nodded. We stood there, rocking with the waves and at peace.

                Thoughts of Kory flooded my mind against my will. On one hand, I was beyond happy to be here with Tommy. On the other, I secretly wished it was Kory. Oh no. Please don’t let me hurt Tommy. He was such a good guy, and I really did like him a lot.

                I turned my head towards the beach and frowned. I had seen someone. I know I had definitely seen someone. Someone who just happened to look like Davey, hiding behind one of the sets of rocks.

                I shook my head slightly and turned back to Tommy, pecking his lips. No, why would Davey be watching us? Was he mad perving? Nah, my mind must be playing tricks on me. There probably hadn’t been anyone there at all. The sun had just gotten in my eyes, that was all.

                I put it out of my mind and reminded myself to call Trace tonight to have him and Kory meet me and Tommy down at the soccer fields tomorrow. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was seriously bothering Tommy. 

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A.N.- I'm sorryyy it sucks! It'll hopefully get better once I kind of work out the plot in my head haha. Right now it's all jumbled in my head...

Anyways! Do you guys like Tommy so far? (and if you haven't read My...Stepbrother?, do you like Zeke?)  :)