Falling For My Exchange Brother | B... - Chapter 11: Chapter 11

"I want to be back in America." Arthur whines, and I frown as I watch the sun in the sky with my shades on. He has been complaining ever since I thought he was over me asking him why he worked in a...less fortunate job. Saying he's adopted and that's fine, but no need to get angry at me.
"I don't. The sun seems closer and it's giving me a killer tan." Making me flex my body and him shaking his head.
"Sorry, I can not get anymore tan than I already am."
I snort, looking at him as he was too focused on...nothing. He's focused on the air, trees, whatever it is he's staring at.
"What happened in France?" I ask him, seeing him narrowing his eyes at me. But this was a sincere question!
"Nothing-."
"Obviously something did if you are getting mad over me asking a simple question."
"It not simple, it nosy." He sneers, making me roll my eyes." I love France, but I wish my mother love me as much as I love her."
I sit up, facing him more; more curious than before.
"When my adopt parents arrange meeting to meet my mom, I was fourteen. In all that I remember meeting her and her face was disgust; like she not know why I alive. Saying I look like her disgusting ex that made her conceive and that I disgusting for looking like him... She disown me 'cause I look like my dad, but she did have me so should she not love me?"
Seeing the way he was reacting to the truth he began to glare at the ground. Like he wanted to burn a hole in the concrete because it was obvious that nothing good was going for him; except him coming here.
"Did she say that?" I ask, making him nod.
"Not exactly, but close enough."
I look at him differently, but a good differently. You would've never guessed that he was adopted based on how he acts, he seems fine to me. But clearly he has some type of grudge.
"What about you meet your dad?" I offer, making him shrug." Your mother and you didn't work, so try the other person that gave her his sperm to make you. It takes two to tango, so she wouldn't have made shit without him. Meet him instead."
I can tell he's beginning to consider my option, but he suddenly deflates.
"What if crazy? I not sure...mother has other kids, loves them. But not me. Not sure what I do if both of them hate me-."
"Unlikely!" I shout, shaking my head as I was getting mad at him for saying these things. He's just assuming and it's lame.
"You not understand. You have everything you want and spoiled, you never understand; Nathan does."
I flinch, glaring at him.
"You still talk to Nathan?"
"Of course. I never say I not talk to him anymore. Him and I have a lot in common. He adopted and not care for who he likes. Just likes what he likes."
As he explains the similarities between the two of them, it pisses me off...
"When I'm around, don't talk about him or I'll ignore you." I hiss, making him frown.
"You jealous?"
"No. Just annoyed." I growl, stretching as he just looked at me. His eyes moving slowly as they looked away." What is it?"
"I have challenge." He said, changing the subject.
"Which is?" I realized that my parents weren't here. I'm not sure where but as long as I'm not in school I'm down.
"We speak French and see what happen."
I shrug, not having anything better to do. I don't know what he means when he says to see what happens. But I'm curious so why not?
"Quels sont vos intentions dans ce défi?" ( What are your intentions in this challenge? ) I ask, and he stands as he grabs my hand. Making me stand as he begins to pull me along.
"Mon cœur a été blessé trop de temps pour qu'il soit acceptable. Imaginer, comment vous vous sentez si elle se sent comme quelqu'un joue vous, mais vous aimez les tellement il ne semble pas à la question? Hein?" ( My heart has been hurt too many times for it to be okay. Imagine, how would you feel if it feels like someone is playing you; but you like them so much it doesn't seem to matter? Huh? ) He murmurs, making me think he was pointing this question towards me.
"Être bituré. Mais pourquoi ça ressemble vous référant à moi?" ( Be pissed. But why does it sound like you're referring to me? ) I sneer asking the question, making him grin.
"Parce que je suis." ( Because I am. ) He says bluntly, almost...hurting my feelings in a weird way. But I acted like it was nothing and shrugged.
"I don't care." I say, ending the challenge and becoming pissed.
"Not get butt hurt over nothing." He teased, making me sneer.
"It is something because that was rude! I told you I wasn't playing you-!"
"If not playing me, give me proof." He orders, pissing me off even more.
I have to give him proof? He should just fucking believe me! After everything we've been doing lately, he's seriously questioning me?
"Fine. Follow me." I growl, standing as we go inside. Going up the stairs as I open the door to the bar room. Stepping inside he does as well, closing it as he faces me.
I grab a drink called Fireball, getting a can of DrPepper as he frowns.
"We drink?" He asks, looking disappointed that I'd suggest this.
"Yep. I've heard mixing these two together is everything." I grab a shaker like the people in bars have. Putting Fireball and DrPepper inside. Shaking it as he just watched. Arms folded, looking relaxed and him just staring at me...
Biting my lip, I grab a cup as I open the top to the shaker. Pouring the drink into the cup as I smile at the masterpiece, looking at him as he walks to it. Grabbing the drink, he sniffs it; shaking his head.
"Let me see." He took it from me, putting the same ingredients inside. Except he put a squirt of lemon and some sugar inside. Closing the shaker, he shook it way differently than I did.
Almost doing tricks with his arms and with the shaker too, finding myself amazed at the way he rhythmically did everything. Suddenly stopping, as he immediately poured it in a different cup. Grinning at me as he slid it to me.
"Drink yours, then mine."
I roll my eyes, grabbing the drink as I've never had alcohol before... But I take a sip, immediately coughing at the tight burn in the root of my throat.
Looking at him, he laughed, taking the drink as he took a gulp. Not even reacting as he took his and gave it to me.
The one I made tasted...fine. I don't know what I'm looking for. But I sip the other one, this one much better than the one I made. It is flowing down my throat and my drink wasn't all that. I see that now with the taste...
"Lock the door."
****
Arthur sticks his tongue out, the cherry stem tied as I stare in amazement. Taking it off, I look at it and find myself hiccuping.
"How'd you do that?" I ask, and he smiles.
"They say people who tie stems are good kissers." He whispers, making me smirk.
"Clearly. You the best kisser I've met in a long time - or ever! You know what, kiss me!" I cry, and he does so as he leans towards me. The both of us giving a sloppy kiss like children having their first kiss.
But soon we calmed, kissing on rhyme and beat with one another. Finding his lips moving from mine and going to my neck. Feeling him sucking on my skin as I gasped at a tiny pinch. Him pulling back as he went back to my lips.
The both of us kissing as if we didn't know how to stop. Or it was the fact that we were both completely drunk - yeah that's it.
"Can you kiss my neck, I like the feeling." I moan, and he goes back to kissing my neck with feather kisses. Licking up and behind my ear as he wrapped his arms around my waist. Pulling me close as he still began to kiss me and I took in the pleasure. As if I was...gay...
But I didn't seem to care at this moment.
I was so out of it and it felt like I was drunk, but yet I was doing the things I truly wanted to do... That I wasn't holding myself back and neither was he.
Coming back to my lips we kissed some more, him almost getting out his seat as he came more intensely on me. Pulling me in and I stood as well, finding his lips getting farther away as he stood up straight. Him picking me up as he set me on the counter, grinning his face off.
"You drunk."
"So are you."
"Yeah. Duh!" He said, smiling as I smiled too."We both crazy drunk! Crazy!" He whisper yelled, making me laugh.
"You more than me." I state, hiccuping suddenly as he chuckles.
"Lies! Besides, I want to say my body more bigger than yours. I just realize." He says, and I frown.
"My body is way bigger!"
"Proof?"
"Yeah! Let's compare our bodies, right here, right now!" I challenge, smacking my hands against my chest as he yanked his shirt off. Letting me see that he had more definition in his body than I did. Making me frown as I step towards him, smacking my fist on his abs.
"I win challenge." He smirks, flexing as I look at myself.
"I think it's because you're older."
"I eighteen."
"Same!" I exclaim, shoving him playfully like a girl would. Making him shove me back with just as much force. The both of us doing that for two minutes straight until I shoved him hard into the chair.
Going to him as I rubbed my hand along his chest and making him shiver.
"My hands cold?"
"Yes."
"Let me see yours than!" I grab his, surprised to see how warm it was. Almost warming up everything cold that involves me.
Holding his hand he chuckles, letting go of mine as he grins.
"You like me more than you give self recognition for." Arthur says, and I chuckle.
"We are both very drunk so I don't want to make any important decisions."
"Decisions? This is accepting truth. I know no guy who do this with other guy without being small feel for one another. Am I right or wrong?"
I look at him, him waiting for the answer as I shrugged.
"I think I am out of my mind."
"Are not we all?"
I sigh, looking him straight in the eye as he extends his hand. Me just taking it as he pulls me into his arms, hugging me as I lay comfortably in his arms.
"You're a good flirter." I compliment, hearing snicker.
"I not try."
"Oh? We're still drunk."
There was suddenly silence, and he pulled back as he cradled my cheeks in his hands. Pulling my face close as his lips were inches from my face, his eyes not looking at mine but at my lips. Slowly flickering up to look at me as I blushed.
"You not drunk."
I frown, knowing in fact that I was...at least I thought. But now that I was thinking about it and looking at him, it all started to add up.
"Are you drunk?" I asked, and he shrugged.
"Faded five minutes ago. I tell you not drunk ten minutes ago when you say,' I think I am out of my mind.'" He explained, making me shake my head.
"I was drunk when we were making out and stuff..."
"Were you?"
I fold my arms, not even sure what it feels like to be drunk anymore.
Forgetting it, I try to distract by looking at the clock and seeing it's-.
"It's two A.M.!" I say in shock, and he looks at the clock. Frowning in confusion as he was just as lost as me." We need to clean this up and go to bed so that my parents don't find out or think anything. Got it?"
I look at him, and he stands. Nodding as he begins putting up the alcohol. And I turn away as I grab the cups, wondering how the hell I got myself deeper with him...
****
"Where the hell are those hickeys from?!"
I frown at my mom as she looks angered. My dad gesturing to my neck as I rub my hand along my neck. Glancing at Arthur inside as I know exactly where these came from.
"I didn't know there was any."
"What the hell were you two out doing that made you get those hickeys? Did you - no! You slept with someone!"
I shake my head, going inside as I rush towards him. Watching as he looks at right when I stand across from him at the island.
"You want to explain to me these hickeys?" I ask, craning my neck to the side so that he could see. His eyes looking and becoming saucers soon after.
"I not remember doing that."
"Yes you do-."
"Try to keep low! I not want us to get in trouble, you most importantly."
I sigh, looking away as I went to the fridge. Letting some ice cubes fall into my hand as I rush upstairs.
"What you do?"
I stand in the mirror, seeing a million hickeys on my neck and wondering how I didn't see it this morning... Is that what they call a hangover and having a massive headache.
"I've gotten hickeys before. I'm pretty much a expert at making these things disappear." I state confidently, pressing an ice cube to a hickey. Watching as he comes up behind me and grabs one, pressing it to one of the spots.
"I surprise you not kill me."
"We both were drunk. I don't particularly care at this point." I said honestly, and he nodded as the ice was melting. But the hickey was disappearing too as well, see ice cube is magic.
"Challenge," He said, and I looked at him in the mirror as he was looking at me," I lick up melted up ice, try not make noise or movement of any kind."
I roll my eyes, wondering how I couldn't move to someone licking my skin. But I nod, hoping I wouldn't let myself down.
Watching as his tongue extended, it rested on the low of my neck as he licked up back to the hickey. Making me shiver inside as his tongue was hot while the water was cold.
His tongue went to another spot where the ice wrapped around to behind my neck. Feeling him lick up the water trail, making me flinch as his he sucked the remain of the ice cube out of my hand.
Smirking as he bit onto it in his mouth.
"I win."
"How is that fair whatsoever? You do challenges you know that are practically impossible to conquer. Like licking up someone's neck, how are you not supposed to move or flinch to that?"
"Who knows, make it work."
I sigh, forgetting the other thousand as I only got rid of four. The ice was melted and this was getting to me. Clearly as I saw my dick in front of me, mocking me that I was hard.
"Es-tu dur?" ( are you hard? ) He whispers, and I bit my lip as he suddenly pulled back. Smirking as I stood stiffly." Un autre défi. Endurance. avez-vous ce autant que je faire? Nous allons voir qui peut durer plus longue."
( Another challenge. Endurance. Do you have it as much as I do? Let's see who can last longest. )
With that he walked out, pissing me off. What the hell is he talking about endurance now of all times...that son of a bitch...!