"Okay, kids. Make sure you avoid bright lights, don't get wet, and don't eat after midnight!" Jude called out, slicking back his hair in the hallway mirror.

I shook my head, refitting my black NY baseball cap on my head. "We aren't Gremlins." I laughed.

"We're so watching that movie tonight," Elijah said, coming out from around the corner and hitting me softly on my chest with the back of his hand.

"Deal." I nodded.

"Yeah, prove me wrong and I'll believe you. We'll see you later!" Jude waved, grabbing a hold of Gwen's waist as they walked to the door. She looked lovely in a long red dress that slipped open on one of her thighs. Apparently they were going out dancing after dinner.

"Don't wait up for us. We'll be getting in late." He winked, squeezing her side which made her throw her head back and giggle.

"Ew! Gross! Goodbye, love you." Elijah waved them off at the door which just made me laugh.

"You're happy for them," I cooed, leaning on the wall. I twisted the dish towel up in my hands.

"Yeah, well..." he turned past me and headed to the kitchen. "Yeah. I am" He smiled. "But making him feel old and gross is what keeps him young! I stand firm on that." He stated.

"You're so bad." I laughed, whipping him with the towel.

"Ouch!" He laughed running ahead of me. His laughter is like crack in my ears. I've got to have more. I twisted the towel up again and whipped him again. A few times. "Uncle! Uncle!" He whined, rubbing his lower back.

I straightened up and threw the towel over my right shoulder.

"Fine. What do you want to eat tonight? I can make us something." I turned towards the stove. I've been loving making him food. The way he moans quietly around whatever he's eating that I made him. It's too much.

Like he read my mind, he walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and pulling me in.

"You know what I'm really hungry for?" He purred in my ear while his hands explored up and down my chest.

My breathing turned choppy. He made me so fucking nervous. I've never felt this way before.

"What?" I tried my best to steady my breathing.

"A big...thick..." his hands slowly dipped towards my waistband while his pelvis pushed into my butt. "Grilled cheese." He said, patting me on the stomach.

My eyes whipped open and I turned around. "Bastard." I laughed, shoving him away.

"Damn, Tobias. Strong feelings towards grilled cheese?" He looked down at my crotch which prompted me to cover up my raging boner.

"I hate you." I smiled shyly.

"Yeah, well... I hate you too." He muttered, gripping his hands around the back of my neck and pulling me close.

Our lips connected in one of our fiery kisses yet again. I was insatiable for him. I could do this forever. Pulling him in by his waist, I pushed his back against the countertop which resulted in a low and sexy moan slipping from his lips.

"I could come from those sounds alone," I whispered, kissing his jaw and down his neck.

His hands curled up into my hair, tugging and pulling as he wiggled beneath me trying to align our pelvises.

"I'd like to see that happen." He breathed, tilting his neck back to give me more access.

Suddenly, the door slammed, breaking us apart. We quickly scattered to opposite ends of the counter: me at the stove and Elijah at the sink.

"Sorry boys! Just forgot my wallet. Imagine, I get to the restaurant and I can't even pay." Jude laughed, his voice echoing from the hallway.

"Right. Yeah." I panted, trying to catch my breath. We listened as Jude ran up the stairs quickly and back down again.

Stopping at the kitchen, he looked us over. We hadn't moved an inch. "You boys okay?"

"Yeah. Just going to make some grilled cheese." Elijah smiled over his shoulder. Was he washing a spoon?

Dad nodded and smiled. "Yum! Well, see ya! Can't keep the lady waiting!" He said tapping the door frame with his hand before running back out the door.

"Holy shit, that was so close." I laughed, feeling my heartbeat with my hand. "Do you think he saw?"

Elijah turned back around and dried his hands off. "No, he definitely didn't." He smiled. He walked over to the kitchen entrance and scanned the front door before turning back around to me. "We should probably talk about whether or not it'd be a good thing if he did... you know, see us?" Elijah looked over my face.

I bit my lip. "You're right. We haven't talked about it at all."

Elijah nodded his head and walked over to the fridge to take out the cheese while I fired up the burner and took out the bread and butter.

"I can start." He said cutting into the cheese. "I think it's safe to say that I like you...like, a lot." He sliced off another slice.

"I like you too... a lot." I smiled, buttering the bread.

"Good." He beamed at me. "But, I think it's also safe to say that we kind of share my Dad. We're kind of brothers." Elijah laughed.

"Not by blood." I shrugged.

"No, not by blood. But," he hesitated. I understood his point. We were a family either way.

"I get it." I nodded. "You're right, it's kind of...close." I bit my lip, looking at the pan.

"But, there's no part of me that wants to stop. Like, at all." He said coming up beside me with the cheese. I placed the bread in the pan and layered the cheese on while putting the other slices of bread on top. Two sandwiches for us both.

"Me either. I really really want to keep going" I breathed. I looked over at him and saw that he was smiling, staring at my lips.

"Good. That's good." He nodded. This conversation was obviously making him excited too. "So, we could keep...going and just... keep it between you and me? For now, at least. While we sort out what this even is." He said, looping his fingers in my belt loop.

"Yeah, let's do that." I breathed, leaning in.

"Plus, it's kind of hot." He whispered.

"What is?" I smiled, laying a soft kiss on his lower lip.

"Being brothers. Doing this and having to sneak around so our Dad doesn't catch us." He smiled.

"You're so sick." I shook my head, pulling him into my groin.

"You fucking love it." He moaned, kissing me back hard.

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Once we finally pulled ourselves away from each other long enough to flip the grilled cheese, they actually came out looking alright. Besides the one side being burnt, they were delicious.

"You have to be fucking with me. You two dated for the majority of the tenth grade." Elijah laughed.

I shook my head and threw up my hands. "I swear, Brittany Rogers and I never did more than over-the-pants stuff."

"Wow, who knew you were such a square." Elijah laughed, taking a sip of his glass filled with lemonade.

"Hey!" I laughed, throwing my balled-up napkin at him from across the kitchen table. It was getting late and we had just kept talking after dinner. It was nice to feel so relaxed with him. I could talk to him for hours.

"So, Tobias the virgin." Elijah leaned back in his chair and hoisted his feet up on the chair next to him.

"Woah, I never said I was a virgin. I just never lost it to Brittany Rogers." I smirked. This made Elijah's ears perk up and from where I was sitting, he looked pretty jealous.

"What? Seriously? Who'd you lose it to? When?" His questions came out rushed which made me laugh.

"I don't kiss and tell," I said getting up from my seat and picking up both of our plates.

"Hell fucking yeah, you do. You better. Tell me right now." He said following me, tugging on my elbow.

"Or what?" I teased.

"Or... or... I don't know. Just tell me. I need to know." He whined.

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, fine." I sighed. I was done torturing him. "Jessica Martins. Eleventh grade, house party, her parents' bedroom. You happy?" I said shouldering him as I passed him back to the table.

"Jessica Martins? The public school girl from Central?

My eyebrow rose at him. "Yeah, why? Got a problem with public school girls Mr.Prep Boy?" I said poking him in the chest.

"No, and ouch." He said rubbing his now sore spot. "I just... how'd she do it?"

"How'd she do what?"

"Get in your pants..." he exhaled.

I looked him over. "I don't know. She just..." I thought about my answer. "She was pretty and sweet. She was really kind to me and everyone knew her as being a really kind girl. I guess I did too." I shrugged.

Elijah thought this over while I wiped down the table. "You're a sucker for the nice ones." He finally said.

I laughed. "Yeah, I guess I am. I like it when people care for others, I guess. It's pretty attractive." I leaned into the table with my arm. At this angle, I was blocking him in.

He bit his lip and looked down. "Was it good?"

"The sex?" I looked away. "I mean...yeah, sure." I shrugged. "It was alright given the circumstances. I was super nervous and the house was crowded. Kind of took me a while to get things going If you know what I mean." I laughed.

"No, I meant with a girl. Was it good with a girl?"

I knew what he was asking. "Sorry, I shouldn't pressure you to—" He said shaking his head.

"Honestly," I cut in. "It felt strange and a little forced. I sort of did it because I felt like I should. Don't get me wrong, it was nice and she was great. Sweet girl but... if I'm being honest with myself. If it was really up to me... I wouldn't have." I looked down at my feet feeling a rush of shame.

"So, who do you think it was up to?" Elijah asked.

"My dad, for starters. I knew he'd be happy with me when I told him. He was always searching to sus out the gay in me. Call it out and 'correct me' for it like he likes to call it."

Elijah's jaw clenched and I saw a flash of anger wash over his face.

"Anyways, I think he always knew. There was no hiding it from him, really." I breathed. "He knew boys weren't supposed to look at boys the way I'd look at you." I looked up at Elijah who now was looking at me like he was about to cry.

"Oh, Tobias." He breathed.

"And then, of course, there were my friends. Or, so-called friends, I should say. They didn't even tell me what they were up to the night everything went down because they knew it'd hurt me. They knew what they were doing and they knew I wasn't going to like it." I looked down at the table, punching it lightly repeatedly with my fist. It makes me so angry knowing I could've stopped it.

"You were just so... special to me." I shrugged. "I feel like no one wanted us to be...together." I breathed.

Our eyes connected and I realized Elijah was blushing. His face went red which made my stomach twist and turn in ways it only ever does around him.

"I get that." He said in a hushed voice.

"Anyways, enough about me and my sad virginity story." I laughed it off. "Tell me yours."

Elijah smiled, pushing back some of his hair from his eyes.

"Oh, easy. Ninth grade, Emily Thompson, in her basement. She was my best friend at the time and I liked hanging out with her. We were watching a movie and oops." Elijah shrugged and laughed.

"Oops!" I mimicked, backing him into the table. "For someone who is Demisexual, you sure are sexually active."

"I think now knowing what I am, I can enjoy it way more."

"Wait." I pushed him back off of me.

"Have you ever been with a guy?" I asked. My heart beating outside of my chest.

Elijah smirked at me.

"Nuh uh. Looks like we're both virgins in that department."

I bit my lip. "Fuck, this will be fun." I grabbed him by the waist again, hoisting him up on the table.

His hands quickly pushed underneath my shirt and I gripped the back of my t-shirt to help pull it off.

Suddenly, the front door opened and footsteps walked through the front foyer.

"We got rained out!" Jude laughed rushing into the house.

"Oh yeah?" Elijah called out.

"Dinner was awesome but there was no way we were going to make the drive out of town in this down pour," Jude said coming into the kitchen.

"You dropped an eight again? You're really bad at this game." Elijah laughed at me, shaking his head.

"Yeah. Whatever." I breathed. I looked down at my cards. It really was a bad move to keep doing that. But damn, I wasn't thinking straight. That was a close call.

"Once you two are done with your card game, I want you to meet Gwen and me in the living room. Rainy Day calls for–"

"Movie night," Elijah and I said in unison. 

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Authors Note:

Is it getting hot in here? 🥵