Didn't Mean to Love You

Chapter 8

 

It was a full two weeks after Beaver's ultimatum, reluctantly Dick had been sleeping with his boring girlfriend, who he'd come to realize was also boring in bed or maybe it was just that Beaver was just more exciting, either way it hadn't been the best two weeks. Furthermore, Dick thought something was up with Beaver, the way he watched Dick with an intensity beyond just the usual lust. Dick was beginning to feel like he was Beav's science experiment or something.

 

“You'll figure out the answer sooner if you just ask me.”

 

Beaver had been studying Dick silently from across the room for at least ten minutes. He'd once again been looking at Dick like a puzzle to be solved, which was curious because Dick was supposed to be the brainless bimbo. There shouldn't be anything to puzzle out. In any case, Beaver seemed startled that he'd been caught.

 

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Beaver said with a kind of forced nonchalance.

 

“Oh don't even try to play it like that. I may not be a brainiac, but something is definitely up. For two weeks you've been looking at me like I'm a lab rat or something, just spit it out already.”

 

Beaver was looking past Dick with a sort of determination, like if he had to meet his brother's eyes, he wouldn't be able to say what he wanted to. “It was something you said, the night when I blindfolded you. It was confusing and I don't know if you meant it in the way I thought you did or if you were messing with me or if you even remember you'd said it.”

 

“What was it lil bro? I'm so not a mindreader.”

 

“When we were done, right before you passed out, you snuggled up to me and kissed my neck.”

 

“What is that some sort of crime now, private displays of affection?”

 

“I wasn't finished, could you not interrupt me for once? You said...you said you loved me. Damn it Dickie, that pretty much kept me up all night. Did you mean brotherly love or like love? I thought you were just having fun with me, messing with my body, not just my head, you know.”

 

Beaver sounded so lost that Dick had no choice, but to walk across the room and wrap his little brother tightly in his arms. He kissed the smaller boy gently on the lips and pulled back looking into Beaver's eyes so he knew that this was serious and real and shit. “Of course I love you, Beav. I brother love you and I love you. How can you think any differently. I wouldn't risk everything like this for a regular fuck. Do you even know how hard it is for me to be with Madison now? Hold on, I want to show you something.”

 

Dick was digging around in his bag for a while before he pulled out his cellphone. A few button punches later and he was showing Beaver the screen. It was a picture of Beaver, but it was in no way a family snapshot. It was from two weeks ago, Beaver was all sweaty and desperate and gloriously naked with his arms tied securely behind his back. “Don't worry little brother, it's password protected and all. But see this picture is the only way I can get it up for Madison. I have to pretend she's you, which takes a damn good imagination, let me tell you.”

 

Beaver looked understandably skeptical given Dick's playboy Casanova-like reputation. “You've totally ruined me for anyone else Cassidy. I was blissfully ignorant and heterosexual before you and now that we've had sex a bunch of times, I'm totally Cassidy-sexual. Not even just Cassidy-sexual, but specifically one hundred percent Cassidy Casablancas-sexual.” Beaver rolled his eyes, but couldn't help laughing a little. He'd taken his worldly older brother's libido hostage and Beaver whipped him.

 

“Laugh it up while you can Beav, you won't be laughing in a minute.” Dick's gaze had taken on a predatory quality, like Beaver was a delicious antelope to his hungry lion. Beaver was backing away still laughing and seemingly unaware that he was merely backing himself closer to the bed.

 

It was therefore all to easy for the hungry lion to pounce and topple him onto the bed and devour him. Between mouth and hands it seemed to Beaver like Dick was everywhere all at once and he was helpless under the assault. Lips combined with tongue and teeth were tracing a path down his neck and roving hands were under his shirt pinching his nipples. Beaver was breathless and panting when his brother drew back. “I don't know how I could have ever thought you were heterosexual. You were designed to drive men to madness, Cass, myself included.”

 

Beaver smugly replied, “If you'd stop long enough for us to get undressed I could help you with that madness.” He had the audacity to accompany the remark with a smirk and batted eyelashes.

 

Dick had a smartass comeback ready, but he kind of lost it as soon as Beaver pulled off his shirt to expose his pale torso decorated in vivid red hickeys. The sight of his own handiwork only served to make Dick hard as hell and determined to lose his own clothes as fast as possible because there were other places he was dying to mark.

 

After the clothes were shed, there were few words just actions that spoke volumes punctuated with moans. Despite the tenderness of Dick's earlier words his actions were rougher, harsher as if to prove their veracity. Beaver loved every minute of it.