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Subject: Part of Me Chapter 5 HOLA PEEPS!! You guys rock. I appreciate every email of feedback I have gotten. Crazy to know so many of you is reading this lol. Wanna chat? Email me! liciousryan@ Stay safe, Ryan PART OF ME CHAPTER FIVE David opened his eyes. Where the…what the… Strange room…strange bed…strange body he was cuddling up to… Then it all suddenly came back to him. Of course… He was inside Brandon’s bedroom. To be more specific, he was inside Brandon’s BED. As his senses came back to him, he started to remember each and every detail about what had happened the previous evening. How he had so quickly decided to jog across the street in order to check on his newly found friend, after Brendan was beaten up at school, how they had kissed so passionately, holding each other and grinding there teenage bodies against one another until they couldn’t deny it any longer. Brandon begging him to spend the night. Brandon giving him the mother of all blowjobs…like had never ever received from his girlfriend, Jill. Cuddling up to the most beautiful person, male or female that he had ever seen in his life. Holding Brandon was supposed to feel wrong. As a dude, he was supposed to be disgusted as hell for what they had done. Only, he wasn’t. It didn’t feel wrong. Holding Brandon in his arms like he was now, felt…it felt like Destiny. He was still staring at the beautiful boy, and all of a sudden, he could feel Brandon squirming around on the bed in front of him. His eyelids were trembling, in covering his eyes underneath…David read somewhere that this frequently happened when someone was having a nightmare. With Brandon’s wriggling around, becoming much more intense by the second, David sat up, his sexy ass seventeen year old shirtless body exposed to the privacy of Brandon’s room, and tried his best to wake up his buddy. “Dude! Brandon! Yo, man, wake up! You’re tripping, man, wake up!” Brandon rolled over, still fast asleep and grabbed David’s arm. Roars of moans came from within his throat and mouth as he was most definitely having a frightening experience which of course only he could see and relive. Brandon whimpered inside his dream, and finally, David saw the glass of water that was standing on Brandon’s nightstand. He solemnly grabbed it and tossed all its contents onto Brandon’s face. “What? What! Wha..wha…oh my god…oh…dude…fuck…” Brandon hissed as his eyes flew open and he was finally released from the nightmare. His whole entire body was shivering as he stared into David’s eyes, not even having a care in the world that there was droplets of water running down his face. “Hey…it was only a dream. Yeah? You’re okay. You’re with me…” David said, the words coming out of his mouth before he could stop and think about them. A little voice inside his head wanted to retract that statement, especially because he knew how Brandon felt about him, whilst he, David, still wasn’t sure what was happening to him. His sudden attraction towards his new buddy…he was straight. There was no, I mean, no logical explanation for what he was feeling. Somehow he just knew…what he felt for Brandon, in the last few days, had completely overridden anything he might have ever felt for Jill. And THAT realization, scared him more than Covid 19. Brandon finally got up the courage to wipe his face from the water that David had spilled on him, in order to wake him up, and he took the glass from his friend, their fingers touching for longer than needed, as he did so. Putting the glass back on the side table, he rubbed his eyes and slapped his face twice with both hands. “Damn…I have these…call it night terrors if you want, but once in a while, I’ll dream these most horrible shit imaginable. Like now, it was awful. I was dreaming that some dark, black shadow was taking me away from where I had felt safe. It’s not the first time I’ve had that dream. God. You mist think I’m out of my mind. I wouldn’t blame you, you didn’t have to see this.” Brandon hung his head forward and ran his fingers through his hair, before he felt David’s arms encircle his upper body. As he looked up, confused, he saw nothing, nothing but pure love, love and respect from David, who’s handsome was coming ever so closer… The kiss was electric, as it always was. It really felt that both their souks were literally melting together with every smooch and every caress. Brandon moaned softy as he reached up and held David’s face inside his palm. David kissed his boy with everything he had in him. God knows…this was fucking perfect. Nothing like he had ever felt before. “Dude…stop…man…I’m so hard…” Brandon squeaked as he reluctantly pushed David back as the latter boy refused to let go, before leaning in for one more kiss. “Glad I could make you hard…” David hissed and attacked Brandon’s neck with even more vigour. Brandon closed his eyes, smiling as he did, as David placed hard, urgent, tough kisses on his neck and shoulders, before the latter boy dove onto his mouth for one more good measure. Brandon finally kissed him back, hands grabbing and touching everywhere on David’s beautiful tanned body that he could. This went on for a couple of minutes as both boys just couldn’t stop. They tried…their mouths and lips were starting to fucking ache, but yet, the yearning towards the other drove them insane. Finally, David dropped Brandon’s lips from his own, and placed his head tiredly onto Brandon’s equally ripped chest. Brandon held David’s head with one hand, whilst running his fingers through his shortish hair with the other. All and all, the perfect morning picture. ** “We’re gonna be late for school, pal,” Brandon whispered, breaking the comfortable silence that had now filled the room. “Five more minutes. Please…” came the reply, with David holding Brandon tighter as he spoke. “You think I wanna get outta here? I’d…lie right here all fucking day if I could. This…us…it’s, it’s perfect, dude.” When David didn’t respond immediately, Brandon’s eyes was literally tearing up. He knew what he felt. He had fallen in love with David, despite every atom inside his body telling him not to, right from the bloody start. This is why he didn’t wanna get close to anyone ever again. The hurt, the pain and the agony and heartbreak when the relationship went to shit, was hard enough. He loved David, with every fibre of his being, knowing full well that any moment now, that same David could remember he was in fact, straight as an arrow and could go back to Jill. David smelled Brandon’s freshly washed skin. It was manky, nothing like a girls. Even the soap he used was masculine. And for the first time in his life …he didn’t care. He held Brandon to him, looking upwards at the boy who had come into his life, like a bullet did a sceptile. David couldn’t deny it any longer. He tried. Oh boy, he tried. He leaned down and placed a kiss on Brandon’s chest. “Let’s do it. Let’s stay here all day. I don’t wanna get up. I don’t wanna be without you. I don’t…I don’t wanna be at school where I have to be with Jill, and not you. You fucker, you messed with everything I had ever believed in and still, you know what?” David leaned up with his upper body and looked Brandon dead in the eyes. “I want to be with you. I’m done fighting. It’s a losing battle anyway. I don’t care that you’re a guy. I don’t care that you have a cock and not a pussy. You’re so fucking beautiful, dude. I feel like the luckiest guy on earth, right now, laying in bed with you. Geez, you have got me all emotional kaynarca escort and shit…see what you do to me? God…” David’s eyes widened and Brandon took his hand and placed it directly on his chest. Wow…he could actually feel and hear Brandon’s heart…beating like mad. On Brandon’s face, he saw eyes that swam around in unshed years. “Feel that?” came the question. David could only nod. Words had escaped him. “YOU did that. You did. Come here…” The two boys fell into each other’s passionate embrace, David knowing in his heart of hearts, that he had finally found his soulmate…so what if it was a dude? SO BLOODY WHAT? Brandon couldn’t stop smiling. He wanted “The One”…well, open your eyes buddy, you might just as well have found him. Two souls. Two hearts. Beating as one. Just like had been seventeen years ago when they shared Jackie Connelly’s womb. ** “Is your dad gonna out all day? My parents have no idea I’m not at school. Help me come up with an excuse they will believe? After all, it’s YOUR fault that I didn’t go!” David joked around as he playfully punched Brandon’s shoulder whilst the latter was making breakfast. “Me? Dream on, pal! I was all for going, but you’re scared of your girlfriend! Mind you, Jill is scary as hell. I don’t blame you. That purple hair…makes her look like she’s been struck by lightening,” Brandon smirked as he dumped the scrambled eggs into the pan, and started to get to work. Over the years he had learned a lot from his dad in being a professional chef, and he could make a sheer plate of eggs on toast that rivalled even the best out there. “Get us started on some OJ, will you? It’s in the fridge. It’s that white machine that gets freezing cold inside,” Brandon said with a smile, as even more so as he saw David rolling his eyes. When was the last time he was so happy? He couldn’t even remember! He was about to switch off the stove as the eggs were just about ready, when he caught a glimpse of David’s house across the road. David’s father, Kyle Connelly, was outside in the already blazing summer’s heat, and he was pulling the lawnmower across the grass on this perfectly sunny morning. The man was a total DILF, that he had already known from when they had met before. What he didn’t know was that he had the most beautiful sculpted body he had ever seen on a older male… His mind jumped back to where he was, and with whom…don’t think that David would be too happy knowing he had checked out his dad …but my god. That man was the sheer epitomy of a stud! Before he dished up, Brandon turned back towards the sink, to wash his hands, before taking another look at Kyle. Mr Connelly was by now, oiling up the engine of the lawn mover and Brandon had to swallow very carefully, as Kyle’s rock hard and muscled biceps shone with sweat the warmth of the day. Stop it. Stop it! Brandon turned around for good, and away from the temptation across the street and placed the two plates of scrumptious looking eggs benedict before them onto the kitchen table. “Orange juice, as requested, my friend!” David said joyfully as he sat down and both boys started to eat. “Fucking hell, where did you learn to cook like THIS?” David asked as he salivated at the taste of the food. Fresh, creamy, wholesome. Tasted like it was made in a restaurant. “My dad is a chef, so I’ve always wanted to be able to cook myself. That, and selling stuff. I told you my dream is to have my own business some day. I love retail. Everything about it. Seeing people’s faces as they are pleased with their purchases, customer satisfaction and all that.” “Dude, you sound like my dad!” David smirked grabbing some freshly baked bread that Brandon had warmed up inside the oven. “Really? Interesting. So your dad is also big on selling and stuff?” David rolled his eyes. “He makes and and my mom fucking crazy with all his marketing terms and shit like that. You two should get on like a house on fire.” Brandon tried his best to stay natural, but the scene out there…Mr Connelly shirtless and mowing his lawn…what the hell was going on? He wasn’t even into older men! He gripped his tablet as he saw a headline from his Facebook newsfeed. “Dude, look at this!” David washed down his second helping of eggs benedict with some orange juice before getting up and joining Brandon at the other side of the table. “This is freaky…you said something about me and your dad getting along lile a house on fire…” “Yeah, so?” Brandon held out his tablet and showed David the online article. “Buster’s house burnt down last night. ” “Fuck about…” David whispered in aww as he quickly scanned his eyes over the article. As far as he could make out, the fire was started by someone pouring petrol all over the porch and then setting it on fire. Who the fuck would do that? “Says here that Buster and his family had gotten out of the house just in time. Man, I know he bullied you yesterday, but the guy didn’t deserve this!” David said, placing his hand around Brandon’s shoulder. Without even realising it, Brandon reached up and held David’s hand inside his own, as they finished reading the article. “David, what if people think it’s me and you who did it because we weren’t at school today?” Brandon asked, his eyes white as a sheet. “Then I’ll be your alibi, you sexy fucker,” David laughed and kissed Brandon’s hair. ** David’s phone beeped. “Fuck. Knew this was coming. It’s from Jill,” he said, showing the message to Brandon. “Lemme see. Oh…that’s charming!” Brandon said as he read what Jill had sent David. “Where the fuck were you. Call me! My pussy is wet.’ Man, normally I’d fucking tap that shit,” David said honestly. Brandon took hold of David’s hand and held it inside his own. “I’m not gonna get weird or anything. Look, you’re straight. I respect that. I know this is hard on you, never having done all this with a bloke. If you wanna go back to Jill, I’ll understand. Not gonna lie, it’s gonna hurt like hell, but I can’t be selfish and let you be what you’re not.” Brandon looked down, as tears threatened to spill over his eyes. There was still time to stop all this. His heart was still unbroken. However, time was now running on empty. He loved David. Of that, he was now sure. If David wanted to bolt, it was better that he did it now. Before…before he lost his heart to him completely. In return David didn’t answer immediately. With Jill, he could go over to her house right now, explain that he bunked off school, fuck her, and all will be forgiven… But what happens then? When the sex is over? He’ll still wanna be with Brandon more than with her, right now. Brandon shook slightly as he felt David’s lips on his cheek. The beautiful boy’s turquoise eyes sparkled with lust and energy for life. “Read my lips. I ain’t going anywhere. I wanna be here. With you.” “David, my god. You really mean that?” Brandon whispered, his heart swelling with warmth and acceptance. “That’s what the hell I’ve been trying to tell you! Come on, let’s sit outside for a bit. As long as no one sees us and tells our folks, we’ll be fine. ” “Oh, uhm…I saw your dad mowing your lawn earlier,” Brandon said, his eyes flickering nervously over to the window by the kitchen sink. “He’ll be done by now. And when it’s after two, we’ll go over there and have lunch. Pretend how hard school had sucked. You haven’t lived until you’ve tasted my peanut butter and jam sandwiches!” David cackled and pulled Brandon happily towards his body, holding his boy in his arms while pressing their foreheads together. orhanlı escort “You’re magic, bro…” David whispered as he leaned down for the millionth time, and kissed Brandon so softly, he felt like he might melt. Brandon equally softly bit David’s bottom lip and buried his head inside the warm embrace. He didn’t dare say, “I love you”. Not yet. ** “Thank fuck we are the same size! I’ll give you your uniform back tomorrow. Okay?” David said as they walked out the back door of Brandon’s house to avoid being seen by his dad. It had to look as if they were coming back home from school and for that, they needed to be convincing as hell. Brandon borrowed him one of his spare school uniforms, which fit like a glove. Once again, it was so weird how they seemed to be and act like one person. “You sure your dad wants visitors?” Brandon asked, still freaked out at seeing Mr Connelly shirtless earlier. The man was literally a walking wet dream. “You kidding? I think I know my dad pretty well!” David said as they walked up towards the house and he unlocked the back gate with his key. “Now remember, we were at school the whole fucking day…” “…of course, I’m not stupid!” “Good to know!” David smirked happily and cheekily kissed Brandon quickly, before he opened the back door which lead to the kitchen. “Dad, you here?” “In the living room!” As for Brandon, all he could have hoped for was that David’s father was dressed. Because holy fuck …he still couldn’t get that ripped eight pack abs Mr Connelly had out of his head no matter how fucking hard he tried. Luckily for poor Brandon, Kyle Connelly had a shower and was dressed in a blue t-shirt and black jeans, holding the TV remote in his hands as he flicked through the several sports channels. “Hey son. Hey, Brandon! Great to see you again!” he said, a genuine, warm smile on his face. Brandon’s heart fluttered. “You guys talk and shit, I’m gonna make those sandwiches I bragged about,” David announced. As he walked past Brandon, he gave him a subtle back rub, letting him know how he felt. And what he had meant to him. Brandon didn’t even feel it. How could David leave him all alone inside here with his sexy beast of a father? God! He could smell Mr Connelly’s aftershave, mixed with what had to be shower gel. His knees was wobbling. What the fuck was going on! He loved…liked…David! Not his father! “Sit down, buddy. You like sports?” Kyle asked Brandon, as the nervous boy plonked himself down on the couch opposite him. “Uhm, yeah, I guess. Soccer mostly.” “So do I! If you tell me you’re a Man United supporter, you can damn well stay for dinner. If you say Liverpool, you can get the fuck out.” Silence flooded the living room. “Uhm, no, actually…” “Brandon, come on! I’m kidding with you! You’re welcome here any time. A friend of David’s, is a friend of ours. Anyway, I’ll be back soon, I need cigarettes. Tell David to clean up whatever mess he’s making inside the kitchen, yeah?” Kyle said before getting up and stretching out his tired limbs from working in the sun all morning. In a weird, random moment, Brandon could have sworn he had seen the same birthmark that he had on the inside of his knee, on that of Mr Connelly. It was a fleeting moment as the DILF grabbed his keys and with a wink towards Brandon, opened the front door and left the house. Holy shit. Was he so obsessed with his buddy’s dad, that he was starting to see things that weren’t there? ** “You weren’t lying when you said this was the best PB and J sammies I had ever tasted!” David cackled as he sipped his Coke. “Told ya! I’m the master. Probably best, it’s literally the only thing I know how to make.” Brandon reached out and wiped a bit of jam off from the corner of David’s mouth. “Sorry. Just didn’t wanna let that go to waste,” he remarked and licked the jam off his fingers. David had never, ever had someone do that for him. Never in his life. Slowly, he scooted over to where Brandon was sitting. The latter boy was still licking his finger clean as the assault came…David grabbed his shoulders and PUSHED him back onto the couch. With an animalistic passion, he dove onto Brandon’s neck, kissing and licking and devouring every piece of skin he could get his lips onto. Brandon ran his sticky fingers through David’s hair and felt how his boy’s lips was making him feel. He needed more. Much more. He grabbed onto David’s ass, pulling the boy’s groin so it was directly level with his. Both boys felt their teen cocks grow with a rapid speed, as they were now mashed on top of the other. “You make me so horny…you’re so sexy, you fucker…” David hissed as he leaned in for another kiss, which totally took Brandon’s breath away. “I want you. Kiss me. Now!” Brandon hissed back and got exactly what he had asked for. The two boys continued to kiss the crap out of each other, both groins were gyrating to the point where both of their seventeen year old twin dicks were leaking pre cum like crazy. David took hold of Brandon’s neck between his hands and leaned his forehead to his buddy’s… “Dude…I..lo..I mean, I don’t know how to say this…” He felt Brandon lovingly pull him close, and how the boy kissed his nose, his eyes, his brow, and finally, another earth shatting kiss to his lips. “Don’t say it. I know. I know, okay? I feel it too. Don’t say it…don’t say it…I feel the same…” David eyes softened. With a simple touch to Brandon’s cheek, he wiped off a tear which had leaked from him. “Is this bad? It feels hella good…” he said softly. Brandon answered by taking his hand inside his own. “It’s awesome. I’m yours.” Sealed with another powerful kiss, the twins, unbeknownst to them, were falling more and more in love. ** “Did you hear? That Buster brat, who had been bullying you at school? His house burned down. With the family inside it,” was the first thing that Brandon’s father, Mr Williams, said as his son came back from his visit to David’s. “Yeah, we read it online. Dad, the Connelly’s asked me to have dinner with them tonight. Can I?” Mr Williams switched off the oven, the smell of freshly baked pastries in the air as ever. He smiled cheekily at his “son”. “Tell me…what are you looking forward the most? The dinner …or perhaps seeing young David?” he asked, a smile curling around his face. His boy was growing up. Where were the days that he had watched in side the white carry cot he had made especially for him, after he bought him home, stealing him from his dad inside the park toilets seventeen years ago… Brandon’s furious blush was all he needed to know. “Tell the Connelly’s thank you for inviting you, and next time, they are having dinner here. Say hi to David from me!” “Daaaaad!!” Brandon groaned and the old man chuckled at the teenage noise. Halfway up the stairs, Brandon suddenly came to a halt. “Wait a minute, Dad? Did you say Buster’s family was killed in the fire? They weren’t. They all got out in time. Lucky, weren’t they?” ** As Brandon disappeared from view, every single flash of goodness vanished out of the man’s facial features. He dropped the knife he was using and stormed outside. Inside the garage, he closed and locked the door and tried his best to keep his emotions in control. On a pile of burned junk, was the remains of his clothes he wore the previous evening. Still smelling like petrol. When he had set Buster’s home alight. Forget that. That brat wasn’t an issue any longer. Burning down the house was payback enough for bullying his son. Make no mistake, he was angry that tepeören escort they hadn’t perished, but there were more important things right now. Soon Brandon would be gone. Next year, this time, he would be at university. Just like what happened with Patrick, the first boy he had stolen from his parents. Now, history was repeating itself. He needed another baby boy. He wasn’t gonna be alone. No way, no how. Even if, realistically, he probably wouldn’t be around to see the next baby’s eighteenth birthday… His eyes fell on the photo box he had buried deep inside the storage unit. Neither Patrick nor Brandon ever had the need to come in here over the years, so he knew it was safe keeping it inside… He reached out and grabbed the box, old and weathered over the years. Inside, several grey and coloured photos were hidden, and the real truth, the real reason, at why Marvin Williams, did what he had done over the years. His index finger carefully caressed the surface of one photo in particular…of himself, his wife and their three little baby boys. Triplets. At their age. Dear Lord. He and Greta couldn’t believe their luck, back in the day. Three boys! All in one! He closed his eyes and put the box away. More determined that ever, he knew he had to replace Brandon somehow. He was NOT going to be alone in his old age. No matter WHAT he had to do. ** “Mom, Dad, we have a history paper due next week. We have to write about tragedies that happened in the country over the last fifty years. I was hoping you could help me and Brandon with that, since you guys are ancient and all.” Both Kyle and Jackie Connelly nearly spat out their wine. “Wait until I get you over my knee young man, then you’ll see how ancient I really am!” Jackie threatened, Kyle winking at Brandon who couldn’t keep a straight face from laughter. Little did the Connelly’s know…this was the first time they ever had dinner as a full unit…how could they possibly have known Brandon was in fact missing baby Jonathan Connelly? So sad. They were reunited. Together. And none of them knew it. David and Jonathan were fraternal twins. They didn’t look alike as babies, and apart from a few similarities, no one could tell they were brothers. Brandon relished his time with the Connelly’s. It felt like he was…home? His father and he were always on their own, his dad never having remarried. Patrick and he was eighteen years apart, they never saw each other. He missed, this. A family. People having dinner around the table, talking about their day. It felt like he had been missing out on all of this. He felt so guilty, thinking all these thoughts. His dad didn’t deserve it. He did his best. But still…he craved that feeling of togetherness. “I’ll have a look inside those old magazines and newspapers in the garage, David. I’ll leave them for you here after dinner,” Kyle said, finishing his taco. “Brandon, come and help me in the garage, will you? If you don’t mind ” he asked. Sigh…he didn’t know why he did that. He had this…thing for Brandon ever since he had met him. Kyle was straight, and he loved Jackie dearly. However…the first person he had ever dated back I his high school days, had been a guy. Jackie could never know. It would break her heart. And so far inside their marriage he had successfully managed to keep his true feelings hidden…however…meeting Brandon, the boy who was so beautiful it made his teeth hurt…he wasn’t gonna do anything with him. Never. But spending a little time alone with the boy, couldn’t hurt, could it? ** “You know what? I can still remember back in the 60’s…wow is it really that long ago…anyway, I was in school that day and the news came over the radio that a family of five had been inside a massive car accident. Oh, the newspapers were full of it,” Jackie remembered as she cleared the plates from the table. “So it was a big story? Big enough to get me an A?” David asked, quickly typing down what his mom was saying on his Notepad on his phone. “Certainly. Let me Google it quickly, I’m sure there has to be something in the archives…lemme see…oh, here it is. Yes! Now I remember. Look here,” Jackie said and gave her phone to David, who immediately saved the page as a bookmark. He shuddered as he read the headline. “WILLIAMS FAMILY WIPED OUT”. “Wow Mom…this is insane! The man lost his wife and his three little kids. Triplets! The man was the only person who survived. This should be good enough to get an A, I think. Dad said he would buy me a electric guitar if I did well this semester,” David smirked. Jackie could only shook her head. David quickly typed the info he needed into his Notepad. The man’s name, Marvin Williams. His wife, Greta Williams. And their three little ten month old boys…who was tragically killed along with their mother… Patrick, Brandon, and Daniel. ** “My dad said that next time ya’ll should come over to us. He makes a mean dinner himself,” Brandon said as he helped Kyle carry in the last of the magazines that David and he needed for their task. Kyle smiled and pointed towards the swimming pool. “Wanna take a dip?” he asked, his eyes sparkling inside the moonlight. Brandon could feel his heartbeat quickening. His face turned bright red. That was the least of his troubles…his cock was desperate to get hard… “Another time, perhaps. Thanks anyway,” he said softly, looking longingly at the warm water from the heated pool. “Cool, I’m going in,” Kyle said energetically, before ripping his shirt from his upper body. For a few seconds, Brandon was speechless. And drool-free. He knew he had seen Kyle Connelly’s body from inside his own house earlier that day but…jesus…it was now within touching distance. The man had a fucking eight pack going in with light dashes of grey and whitish hairs smothered across his chest. His navel was quivering…his breathing was ragged, and Brandon could swear that David’s dad was…showing off. Couldn’t be. Dude was married with a kid. Nah. It was the moonlight making him see things. Had to be? As Kyle dived into the warm water, Brandon got the hell outta there. He had to get home. Last thing he needed was David finding out he had the hots for his dad. ** “Quick, come here!” David closed the front door of his home, before pulling Brandon to the side of the house, where they couldn’t be seen, and certainly not inside the moonlight. He gently pulled Brandon to him and kissed him as softly as he could. He lingered, gosh the boy smelled so good. Brandon in turn, took David’s hand in his and looked deeply into his eyes. “I still dunno where we’re going with this. Jill is not gonna like this one bit,” he whispered, concerned that David’s parents might over hear them. David frowned and sighed. “I’m gonna tell her. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t love her. I love you…fuck, I mean…shit..” Brandon blinked. Did he just say…? “Gotta go, man. See ya tomorrow!” David blurted out before speeding off, around the house and closing the front door in rapid succession. This was…crazy! He was in love! And the guy he was in love with, actually loved him back! Oh fuck, oh fuck. Calm down, Brandon Williams. With a smile on his handsome face, he pulled out his phone, and typed a message to David. “I love you, too.” He could hear a phone’s message tone going off inside the house. A blue tick verified that David had gotten the message. Brandon walked home with a song in his heart. So this…was how it felt like. Being in love. Having another person you couldn’t BEAR to be away from. Whom you thought about all the time. This is what love felt like. ** THANKS FOR READING!! What a mess! The twins have fallen in love! It’s gonna break their hearts finding out they are related! Should I write more? Lemme know ail

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