Didn't Mean to Love You

Chapter 3

 

Dick had been planning to do the right thing, the noble thing. He was going to get Beaver all tucked into bed nicely and then he was going to leave. But nothing was ever that simple. What the hell, he had never been that noble after all.

 

Dick laid his little brother out on the bed, in what he assumed to be one of the many guest rooms. Unconsciously, he had made sure that the bedroom was at least a wing away from the rest of the party. Nobody else was likely to come stumbling down this hallway anytime soon.

 

After he had Beaver all laid out on the white coverlet, giggling, Dick made a move to leave. A few more steps and he would have made it, but Beaver just looked to good stretched out like that. Like a buffet. Dick had never been the type to walk away from a buffet.

 

“Dickie, don't leave me. Please stay with me,” Beaver said softly, almost flirtatious. He was crawling down the bed, undoing all of Dick's careful arranging and he had never looked so good.

 

Against his better judgment and more brotherly instincts, Dick stayed. Beaver was muttering something about being too hot and fighting a loosing battle with his shirt. Buttons were apparently too complicated for this level of intoxication.

 

“Here let me do that, Beav. You're too wasted,” Dick said approaching the bed and taking hold of Beaver's shirt. Dick was a bit buzzed, but the shirt was no match for his skill and soon he was helping Beav yank his tank top over his head as well. The exposed skin was smooth, pale, perfect. Beaver may not have had his older brother's muscular build, in fact his chest appeared rather frail, delicate, waif-like, but Dick wouldn't have it any other way. Beaver looked delicious and for once deliriously happy.

 

“You're the best big brother, Dick. You're so awesome, taking care of my drunk ass,” Beav slurred. Dick thought his brother looked incredibly wide-eyed and innocent as he ruffled Dick's hair in some sort of thank you gesture. Beaver seemed very child-like at that instant.

 

Dick needed to get out of here. He was so perverted, about to take advantage of his drunk, drugged baby brother. How fucked up was that. Beaver was so wasted he could barely walk and all Dick wanted to do was pounce his ass and take his cherry.

 

Beaver was now plastered to his big brother's back, his arms wrapped around him tightly, like he thought Dick was a teddy bear. “Come on Dickie. You have to stay with me. What if I have a nightmare or something? What if someone bad comes in here?” Beaver's hands were stroking down his brother's chest in a soothing gesture.

 

“Okay. I'll stay, but you have to lie down and get some sleep or rest or something.”

 

Beaver released him and flopped back on the bed. He patted the bed beside him. Dick sighed and lay down next to his brother. Beaver rolled to his side to run his fingers through Dick's hair again.

 

“Seriously, dude. What is it about you and my hair?” Dick said batting the hands away.

 

Beaver tensed and looked away, “I dunno. It's so soft and pretty and itmakesyoulooksexy.”

 

“What?”

 

“Nothing.”

 

Dick hadn't really stopped to consider the idea that his little brother might like him back. It had never entered his mind. The way he saw it, he was just a creep, perving on his baby brother. Dick hadn't given thought to how Beaver viewed their fucked up situation. The x seemed to be working like some sort of magical truth serum and Dick didn't want to pass that up. Beaver was just so damn secretive when he was sober. Now might be the time to get some straight answers.

 

“Beav.”

 

“Hmm?” Beaver was still looking away, running his small hands over the embroidery of the coverlet.

 

“Do you like me?”

 

“You're my brother, I have to like you.”

 

“I know, but do you like like me?”

 

The coverlet seemed extremely engrossing, Beaver was staring at it like it was the most fascinating thing on the planet.

 

“Cause it's okay. If you like me. I mean dude, I'm hot.”

 

Beaver was still absorbed in the lacey patterns and Dick knew he'd taken the wrong track there. He was trying to be too cool and casual about it. There just wasn't an easy way to tell your little brother that you were totally crushing on him. He'd have to go a more honest touchy-feely route.

 

“I like you that way. I was just wondering if you like me too?” Dick said softly. He was kicking himself, what a sappy thing to say. When did he grow a uterus?

 

But Beaver's big sad eyes caught his suddenly, obviously shocked at that statement. Beav looked away and mumbled something at Dick's chest.

 

“Say again.”

 

“I like like you too,” Beav said. He was fidgeting and licking his plump lips.

 

Dick couldn't help it, it was totally a romantic comedy moment, that is if they made romantic comedies about two brothers falling in love, he kissed Beaver. And the shocked happy sound Beaver made as he did, made all the awkwardness worthwhile.

 

 

~ Please review. This is my first time writing this pairing and I feel I'm being too OOC with the characters.~