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Authors: Brenda Cottern
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threatened.
"Holding food hostage? That's just not right!" Johnny said before reluctantly moving into position within the walker and letting Mike take the crutches.
"Good boy," Mike grinned and headed toward the kitchen.
"I ain't your fucking dog, bro." Mike heard Johnny yell after him before the sound of the TV filled the other room.
Chapter 7
They sat on the couch finishing their omelets and talked about the PT that Johnny was starting tomorrow. Mike had already decided he would return back to work after Johnny fell into his PT schedule. There was no sense being at the house by himself while Johnny would be gone for five or six hours each day. He could use the time to work on the house but that would require tapping into what small savings he had. No, it was better to stick to his plan and budget where his home was concerned.
Once he finished the second bedroom and bath, he could rent out the room to speed up the rest of the renovations. There was always some rookie cop or someone getting divorced on the force that would need a place to stay. Renting the room to another cop or even someone in EMS was the plan. At least they would understand the stress of the job and give him his space when he needed it.
A silence had settled between them as ESPN rattled on the TV over the coffee table in front of them. Mike had just set his coffee mug down when Johnny started in on him.
"So," Johnny began and would've sounded casual to anyone else but Mike knew what was coming would be anything but casual.
He should have never shaved him. It was too intimate for his best friend not to have noticed or maybe this was the 'care to explain that erection that was stabbing me in the shower' conversation. Mike forced his body to relax even though his gut was in knots and his mind was scrambling for excuses.
"When are you gonna tell me what the hell was wrong with you before I got shot?" Mike could feel Johnny's eyes boring into him as he steadfastly stared at the TV.
Relief that his brother wasn't calling him out on the scene in the shower, or the shaving, flooded through him until he realized he still had no answer for Johnny.
I think I am gay and want you. Yeah, so not going there.
It took everything Mike had to turn and meet his best friend's gaze. Johnny wasn't grinning but instead looked deadly serious with an intensity in his eyes that Mike had only seen directed at suspects.
"What are you talking about?" Mike gave his brother a grin but didn't think for a moment that he was buying whatever Mike was selling. What was he selling? Oh yeah, that nothing had changed between them.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Johnny's gaze grew more intense, if that were even possible, and Mike couldn't maintain eye contact.
Classic guilty body language there Mike. Way to go.
"I just had some shit to sort through," Mike said lamely but didn't turn back around.
"Shit to sort through?" Johnny huffed. "Shit that had to do with me?" Mike involuntarily tensed but before he could contradict, no, outright lie, Johnny continued. "What did I do, Mikey?"
Made me want you for more than a friend and a brother. How fucked up is that?
"Tell me what I did that pissed you off enough to shut me out?" Johnnie's voice was getting louder.
"Nothing. You didn't do anything." Mike replied and thought, it's not you , it's me . Now he knew the truth of that line.
"Dammit Mike," Johnny continued and Mike almost flinched. His best friend never used his proper name but instead always called him 'Mikey' or 'M&M.' "Since when do we start keeping secrets from one another?" The anger and hurt in his brother's voice was almost a tangible thing hanging in the air between them.
Since I get hard thinking about you. Since you're the only person I think about when I jerk off anymore.
"We don't," Mike lied and tried to be angry at his best friend for forcing the issue.
"Could've fooled the shit out of me," Johnny said harshly. "If it isn't me then
"Holding food hostage? That's just not right!" Johnny said before reluctantly moving into position within the walker and letting Mike take the crutches.
"Good boy," Mike grinned and headed toward the kitchen.
"I ain't your fucking dog, bro." Mike heard Johnny yell after him before the sound of the TV filled the other room.
Chapter 7
They sat on the couch finishing their omelets and talked about the PT that Johnny was starting tomorrow. Mike had already decided he would return back to work after Johnny fell into his PT schedule. There was no sense being at the house by himself while Johnny would be gone for five or six hours each day. He could use the time to work on the house but that would require tapping into what small savings he had. No, it was better to stick to his plan and budget where his home was concerned.
Once he finished the second bedroom and bath, he could rent out the room to speed up the rest of the renovations. There was always some rookie cop or someone getting divorced on the force that would need a place to stay. Renting the room to another cop or even someone in EMS was the plan. At least they would understand the stress of the job and give him his space when he needed it.
A silence had settled between them as ESPN rattled on the TV over the coffee table in front of them. Mike had just set his coffee mug down when Johnny started in on him.
"So," Johnny began and would've sounded casual to anyone else but Mike knew what was coming would be anything but casual.
He should have never shaved him. It was too intimate for his best friend not to have noticed or maybe this was the 'care to explain that erection that was stabbing me in the shower' conversation. Mike forced his body to relax even though his gut was in knots and his mind was scrambling for excuses.
"When are you gonna tell me what the hell was wrong with you before I got shot?" Mike could feel Johnny's eyes boring into him as he steadfastly stared at the TV.
Relief that his brother wasn't calling him out on the scene in the shower, or the shaving, flooded through him until he realized he still had no answer for Johnny.
I think I am gay and want you. Yeah, so not going there.
It took everything Mike had to turn and meet his best friend's gaze. Johnny wasn't grinning but instead looked deadly serious with an intensity in his eyes that Mike had only seen directed at suspects.
"What are you talking about?" Mike gave his brother a grin but didn't think for a moment that he was buying whatever Mike was selling. What was he selling? Oh yeah, that nothing had changed between them.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Johnny's gaze grew more intense, if that were even possible, and Mike couldn't maintain eye contact.
Classic guilty body language there Mike. Way to go.
"I just had some shit to sort through," Mike said lamely but didn't turn back around.
"Shit to sort through?" Johnny huffed. "Shit that had to do with me?" Mike involuntarily tensed but before he could contradict, no, outright lie, Johnny continued. "What did I do, Mikey?"
Made me want you for more than a friend and a brother. How fucked up is that?
"Tell me what I did that pissed you off enough to shut me out?" Johnnie's voice was getting louder.
"Nothing. You didn't do anything." Mike replied and thought, it's not you , it's me . Now he knew the truth of that line.
"Dammit Mike," Johnny continued and Mike almost flinched. His best friend never used his proper name but instead always called him 'Mikey' or 'M&M.' "Since when do we start keeping secrets from one another?" The anger and hurt in his brother's voice was almost a tangible thing hanging in the air between them.
Since I get hard thinking about you. Since you're the only person I think about when I jerk off anymore.
"We don't," Mike lied and tried to be angry at his best friend for forcing the issue.
"Could've fooled the shit out of me," Johnny said harshly. "If it isn't me then
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