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Subject: Where You Are – Part 1 This story is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance of person, whether name or likeness, is purely coincidental. “Where You Are” is a love story between two brothers (one under the age of 18). If you do not condone incest, even the fabrication of said subject, this story is not for you. However, if you do enjoy the story, please consider donating to fty. Part 1 “Gabe, it’s almost one! We’re going to be late if you don’t get up now.” But instead of getting up, Gabe groaned and nestled deeper into his blanket cocoon. I rolled my eyes and huffed, the irritation beginng to set in. “Gabe!” I was just about to call it quits and leave him when I felt a warm hand wrap around my wrist and pull me down onto the bed. He cuddled me tight, his body flushed against mine, his front to my back. The heat radiating off his hard body made me uncomfortable, but for some reason I couldn’t find the strength to extricate myself from him. “Five more minutes,” Gabe mumbled, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. Five minutes felt like both a life time and the briefest of moments. I wasn’t completely sure which feeling felt better. But now wasn’t the time to delve deeper on either implications. We were going to be late for work. Surprisingly enough, however, he did get up. Leaving me in bed, he threw his arms above his head and stretched, giving me a front row seat to all the lean muscles he’d acquired from playing years of soccer. I blushed and turned away, getting up from his bed to hid my embarrassment. I mean, I’ve known I was attracted to guys for a couple years now, but this was my brother. Even if he was ridiculously stupid hot I shouldn’t be checking him out. “If you’re not ready in five, I’m leaving without you,” I warned him, then made a quick exit. Twenty minutes later, we were parked at the local movie theater. I’d worked there for nearly a year now, but today was Gabe’s first day on the job. It was sort of exciting to be the more knowledgeable brother in something, even if it was as trivial as a mimum wage job. Gabe was two years older than me, and though he didn’t look it, he was smart. From grade school up till high school, he was always in the advance courses. Things just came easily to him. And that didn’t stop at academics. It seemed like he was good at everything he did. Building models. Painting. Skateboarding. Even the one time I caught him singing in the shower wasn’t half bad. In my parents eyes, he was the golden boy who couldn’t do wrong. I, on the other hand, wasn’t so blessed. I turned out average in comparison. No matter what it was, no matter how much more time and effort I put into something, Gabe did it better. But two weeks ago, just before summer started, he told us he was dropping out of college and didn’t give us a reason as to why. Our parents were confused and a bit outraged but eventually, with time, let it be. And now he was working at the movie theater with me, as a trainee under my guidance. Throughout the day we barely spoke. Or he didn’t speak. I talked at him and he absorbed the information, watching me intently as I showed him the ropes. As per usual, he did everything I asked to perfection. It wasn’t even noon before izmit rus escort it felt like he’d been working there his whole life. He’d even somehow managed to become friends with my coworkers in that short time. Even I wasn’t as close to them as it looked like he was already. If I were completely honest, it grated on my nerves. Just a bit. When lunch time rolled by, I was in my usual spot behind the theater building eating a salad I’d fixed the ght before. “You still vegetarian?” I nearly jumped out of my skin as Gabe moved a box crate to sit beside me. I thought he would have lunch with his new friends instead of his lame mediocre brother. “Geez, don’t sneak up on me like that. And yeah, I am.” Honestly, it surprised me he remembered. “Share with me? I forgot to pack anything.” “I don’t have an extra fork,” I told him. “Why don’t you just go buy something inside?” “There’s nothing but junk in there,” Gabe said, inching closer to me, our shoulders touching now. “Plus, we’re bros. We can just share the fork.” Without hesitation, he leaned over and gobbled the spring mix I’d stabbed thoroughly, a slight grin on his handsome face. “Hey!” “Whelps, no point in not sharing now,” he chuckled. “Charlie, everything okay?” I must have been staring because he’d stopped laughing and his brows were furrowed now. But I couldn’t help it. It’d been a long time since I’d seen him laughing like that. Ever since he came home, he’d been in a funk. God, he was beautiful. “Yeah, of course,” I answered after recollecting myself. He took a moment to study me, then nodded as if content with my answer and opened his mouth wide. “Ahh.” I chuckled and rolled my eyes as I speared some more greens and popped it into his mouth. “I thought I had an older brother, not a baby,” I joked. “Yep, I’m your baby,” he smirked. “Now, feed me.” My heart fluttered at his words. He’s just joking, I reminded myself. He meant infant. Not the term of endearment. Just a joke. I didn’t know why those words hurt me so much, but they did. “Here,” I said shoving the Tupperware at him and standing. “My breaks over anyway.” “Charlie?” He called after me again, but I pretended I didn’t hear. Because if I spent another moment with him, I just might find out for sure, what the ggling at the back of my mind whenever he was around was. And I certainly wasn’t ready for that. For the rest of the day, I avoided Gabe. The more I thought about it, the more it made me feel like shit because I didn’t even know why I was being such a grade-a asshole about the whole situation. And the look Gabe gave me every time our eyes met just made everything worse. He just looked sad, more so than he usually did since he came back home. And it was my fault. But as our shifts ended, I came to the realization that there was no more runng away. Why didn’t I just let him drive himself earlier when he asked? It would have saved us the awkward fifteen minute drive home, but no, I had to be a decent guy and let him save his gas. We walked to my car in silence. It was parked at the behind the theater where the employees were supposed to park, though most didn’t. It wasn’t fully dark out yet, it being summer and all, but the sun izmit escort had dipped low enough that it took a minute or two for my eyes to adjust. I heard the soft pitter patter of Gabe’s steps behind me, and my heart sped up. Maybe it was just the atmosphere but this was something straight out of a horror movie. This was defitely the part where the perp made himself known and then chased me to my car. I shook my head to rid myself of the image of my bloody corpse. I mean, Gabe was upset but he would defitely save me, wouldn’t he? When we reached my car, I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t notice Gabe had followed me to the driver’s side. “Gabe, you alright?” I lifted a tentative hand but stopped it midair when he closed the distance between us. My heart beat faster again, but this time it had nothing to do with thoughts of falling victim to a serial killer and everything to do with the fact that Gabe was so close our breaths mixed. “You hate me, don’t you?” Of all the things that could have come out of his mouth, that wasn’t even one of the possibilities runng through my head. “Of course I don’t. What makes you think I would?” “Earlier, you got mad at me. That’s why you left, right? Then you wouldn’t even look at me.” What the hell was going on? Gabe sounded so unsure of himself, so nervous. In all my life, I’d never heard him like this, not even the time he had a sprained ankle from hiking and had the championship soccer game the day after. Even in the time since he’s come back he’d never been anything but his usual self. But here he was, standing so close, breathing heavily, his gaze laser focused on mine, biting his lips. “I don’t hate you, Gabe. I was just…” I didn’t know how to explain it to him when I didn’t even know how to explain it to myself. I looked into his eyes, and even in the dark, I could see how deep and blue they were. “I wasn’t angry.” “You weren’t? Then why’d you avoid me?” “I don’t know. I’m stupid. That’s why. We were talking and it felt good, like stupid good to have you back. Like, the old you, happy and laughing. And then you smiled and it made me feel all weird and I got scared and -” I was caught off guard when his lips collided against mine but I quickly gave in. His left hand snuck behind to the small of my back, pulling me into him while his right hand found its place at the back of my neck. His kiss was all hunger and fire, and when I moaned, he deepened the kiss by sliding his tongue in. I wound my arms around his neck, giving him the chance to lift me up and wrap my legs around his waist as he sandwiched me between my car door and his hard body. He set a steady grind, his mouth never leaving my mouth or skin. His hands were under my shirt now, exploring, every now and then tweaking one of my hardened nubs. “Gabe,” I gasped as he flowered kisses along my neck. “I’m gonna cum soon.” As soon as the words were out, he set me back on the ground and was down on his knees in a flash. He popped open my jeans button and slid them along with my briefs down to my ankles. He licked his lips at the sight of me. I wasn’t huge, but I wasn’t lacking either. I was a decent 6 inches and slightly thicker than average. He looked up at me, questiongly. I nodded kocaeli escort hurriedly. There was nothing I’d ever wanted more than his mouth on me. Without waiting another moment, he took my full length into his mouth before pulling off and working my sensitive head. His tongue flicked at the slit and the underside of my glans, his mouth giving the perfect amount of suction as he began to bob up and down on my cock, taking in only a quarter of my length as he jerked me off. It felt amazing. There was no other way to describe the feeling. I’d been with other guys before but nothing compared to how Gabe worked me. It was like he knew every single little way I liked it and exceeded all my expectations. “Gabe,” I moaned. He looked up at me, knowing I was close. I had called out to him to warn him to pull out but if anything, he was invigorated. He worked me even faster and harder, taking more of my length into his mouth. It was too much; he was too much. I threw my head back against the car as I exploded in his mouth. Gabe drank it all, every single drop, and when the last spurt went, he continued to suck me like he couldn’t get enough. I finally had to pull him off me when I became too sensitive, every lick of his had my knees shaking as I shuddered with in pain and pleasure. “God,” I said as he stood up and kissed me. I tasted myself on him and found that I liked it – no, loved it. This kiss was gentle and slow, and I could have lived off them and only them for the rest of my life. “Good?” Gabe asked when he broke the kiss, his head resting on mine. “Better than good. Wait, you didn’t cum.” “Don’t worry, I did.” We both looked down in uson at the damp spot on his slacks. “You were so hot,” he whispered in my ear before giving it a lick, causing me to shudder. “This is so not hot though,” he laughed, indicating his pants. “Home?” “Yeah,” I said, tossing him the keys. “I’m all tired out, you drive?” “I’m the one who did all the work,” he joked while getting into the car. “Shouldn’t I be the one who’s tired?” I laughed and playfully punched him in the arm when I, too, slid into the passenger side. “Maybe if you didn’t suck my soul out through my dick, I wouldn’t be.” “You liked it.” “Could have been better,” I lied. He mocked offense and I laughed. It was good to see him like this again. The glimpse I had gotten earlier during lunch was nothing compared to how light and carefree he was now. It was like he was a completely different person, and it made me happy to know I was part of the reason why he could be like this. At the same time, I was nervous that this ght just made everything more complicated. We were brothers, and what? In love? I wasn’t sure how I felt about Gabe, but the way he looked at me earlier when he was blowing me, like I was the only thing he could see: it was clear as day. He loved me. It made my heart flutter, but the rational side of me couldn’t help thinking about our parents or our future. Did we even have one? Could we have one? It scared the daylights out of me to even think about all the shit we would go through if we went down that road. But then I felt his hand slip into mine and suddenly none of that stuff mattered as much as it did seconds ago. “We’ll be okay,” he said, bringing our linked hands up and kissing mine. And I believed him. “Let’s go home.” Thanks for reading the first part of my first story! I hope you enjoyed it! If you have any comments, feel free to email me at ail!

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