Falling For My Exchange Brother | B... - Chapter 31: Chapter 31

"You two fucked up."
I just kept my arms folded as my parents stared at us in complete shock.
Arthur was looking at his lap in shame while I had my arms folded.
"We didn't fuck up anything. You're lucky I came at all-."
"We got envelopes - fucking envelopes - issuing your marriage! In Las Vegas, of all places!" My Mom cried in disappointment, shaking her head. Slapping the papers on the coffee table and I was surprised that they even knew my location like that. How much shit did I do that night?
"Well, I'm not sorry. I love Arthur and nothing you say or do will make me regret doing this."
"Oh? Did he fuck you good or what? Son, are you that stupid?" My dad hissed, making me flinch as I glance at him." This isn't okay! I have nothing against you two, but it's the way you guys did it and how...sloppy it was. We weren't even there - and what are those rings?!"
I roll my eyes, removing it as I let it hit the sun. The dull silver boring me as I put it back on.
"I was going to get better ones once I got back. But since you two had something to say, it got canceled at the moment."
"So it's our fault?"
"I didn't say that, you did."
"William this no way to talk to parents. Mom, dad, I sorry. I know you not like news now, but I not do this malicious. I care for William I - I love him." He murmurs, making her look crestfallen in response.
"You don't need to apologize-."
"Yes you do," I look, my dad having his arms folded as he looked pissed," You two don't know that you two aren't the only people in this world. William, you have college. Arthur, I don't know what you're achieving for, but my son is achieving for his football dream-."
"That I got for him." He interrupted, making me fold my arms while my dad glared at him.
"Are you saying he wouldn't have it without you?"
"No. I never-."
"Don't get mad at me. Before he ran off to France for you, we had a surprise for him."
"Which is?" I asked, not wanting this to get worser than it already was.
"You got an acceptance to Harvard. Their team wants you and we said yes for you, but if you weren't so hung up on trying to get Arthur..." He drifted, my mom not even saying anything. Probably because she didn't want to make things worse. But I was getting pissed. Who does he think he is?
Yes, I'm excited and all. How does that have anything to do with the two of us?
"I went to him because I was wrong."
"You went to him to fix your pride, son. To fix the guilt you may have been holding. I've done it before and I'm not afraid to admit it. But you doing this isn't good for your future-."
"What isn't good? Being with him? Or ruining your family name?" He folded his arms, making me fold my arms as he was staring at me." You're staring at the younger, fresher, and newer version of Moretti's. I don't care if your only twenty years older, I'm still better. So I'm not ruining anything, I'm simply breaking tradition."
I looked to Arthur, seeing uncomfortable as fuck.
"Son...I have no problem that you love him-."
"But you do. You want me to be with him, but when it comes with getting married and all... You want me to probably be with someone else, a woman."
"I won't lie, I do. Two men can't make children. You two won't be happy in the long run. What can he offer? Nothing, if I'm being honest. Yes we took him in and all, but he doesn't have a life like us. Hell, if you were to go with him you'd be mediocre. So I'm just being honest and want the best for you and your future. Don't ruin it by being with him, he can barely speak English and not to mention his ancestors... Sorry... I'm being traditional-."
"And I'm being modern." I sneer, and I suddenly watch as Arthur is slamming the ring on the table. His head hanging low as he trembled, scaring me as my mom looked fearful. My dad looking confused, but at the same time afraid.
When he looked up he was glaring at my dad, his eyes blazing with anger. He turned to me as he extended his hand, his eyes looking crazy and lacking energy.
"Give me ring."
"No. You're seriously listening to him? What happened to not caring about what people think?"
He just looked at me with the bored expression, waiting.
"You know what, fine...!" I removed the ring, putting it in his hand as he slammed it on the table with his. Looking at my parents, he took the papers as he put them in my lap.
"Future more important. I not care what they think...but dad right."
I frown, watching as he scans the papers and nods at some of the things.
"Can I have pen?" He asked, my dad handing him one as he then gave to me." Sign it."
"No thanks-."
"Sign paper. Your dream start here-."
"My dream isn't complete if you aren't in it with me."
He just looked at me, waiting and not saying anything. But I suddenly felt his finger brush the side of my hand. As he brushed it softly I suddenly felt like what he was thinking came to me. I didn't like what I was seeing...it scared me.
"Arthur-."
"I need to go." He got up, and I just stared at his retreating back as I for some reason couldn't even stand. My legs wouldn't move and when I glance at my parents I see them laughing their asses off.
"Arthur!" I call, by he kept on going and I felt my eyes watering. When I looked at the table our rings were gone and I was scared out of my mind.
"Arthur!" I scream, and when I blink I saw him above me. Looking at me worriedly as I felt him cradling my cheek.
I jumped up, wrapping my arms around him. Feeling tears going down my cheeks as I tried catching my breath. My heart beating wildly and feeling him hug me too.
"William what happen? You scare me-."
"Let me see your finger - the ring one!"
He frowned, but nodded as he showed his finger. Letting me see the silver ring and I smiled as I hugged him again.
"What happen?"
"It was my dream - nightmare more like it..." I croak, letting him pull me onto his lap. Holding me still as he rocked me in his arms and making me slowly calm down.
"Well, this now real. Whatever happen in nightmare, I sorry for. If I in it, it not real me. If it involve me leaving you, I never leave you. Never give up."
I sniff, wondering how the hell he knew I was having a dream with him in it and doing all that stuff... He did say 'if' so...
"Arthur, I love you." I whisper, feeling him holding me tighter.
"I love you too."
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
"Then, if you do, can you please tell me why the hell there's something leaking down my thigh. Tell me why my lower back is practically numb. Tell me why the hell I can barely move a muscle without trembling like a kid in fear?" I sneer teasingly, making him chuckle.
"What I say? Knew you not be able to walk. Least you not cry."
"You're probably thinking of another woman because I don't cry when I have sex."
"Hmm?" He didn't look convinced, so I pulled out his arms and slid myself off. Throwing my legs over weakly, I let my feet touch the carpeted floor. Sighing, right when I stood I yelped as I crumbled to the ground.
Biting my lip, I didn't even bother trying to get up as I just let myself lay here. Pathetic...
"William?" I saw his shadow get off the bed and standing perfectly as he squatted in front of me. Showing me his dick in its full glory, and I sighed as the memory cane back. Practically making me hard as I close my legs.
"You fucked me up."
"I know." He mused huskily with an erotic flare, making me harder as he grabbed hold of my knees and spread them apart. Exposing my embarrassment and hard bulge, his heated stare making me hot and shaky.
"Êtes-vous ... êtes-vous ..." ( Are you...are you... ) I stuttered, seeing him waiting as he kept my legs open. His finger going downwards as I felt it push inside me.
My back arching in response, I sigh with need as I bit my lip. His eyes looking to me to see my response.
"Your body has gotten so lewd... They say when women lose virginity, they become more beautiful..." He kissed me as he looked me up and down." I believe it apply to men as well."
I blush, making him chuckle as he keeps going further inside. My head spinning in nirvana, Arthur pulled his finger out, nodding at me.
"I got some out... Get finger moist." He orders, making me suck my finger as he grinned. Taking my finger as he moved it to my hole, pressing it inside and making me flinch. He watched my reaction the whole time, just making me more shy by the minute.
"Arthur you-."
"Wait." He stood, pointing at me as he grinned mischievously." Keep finger inside. Keep pressure then it will feel good. Be right back."
I watched as he went into the bathroom and I took in a shaky breath. Not even sure why I was going along with this fingering of myself.
Clearing my throat, I just stand as I abandon the idea. Ignoring him, I crawl to the bathroom as I get on my knees and open the door. When I do I behold him standing in front of me. Looking down at me in disapproval, making me blush.
"I need to punish again?"
"No..."
"Clearly I do." He picks me up as he throws me over his shoulder. Making me know that I was in for it.
****
"May I have chair of the wheels?"
The women looks at Arthur as she hears his cute accent, going behind her desk as she rolls around a fancyass looking wheelchair.
Arthur smiles, walking to me as he picked me up and put me in the chair. Making me fold my arms as he wheeled me out.
"That punishment wasn't necessary. Look at me! I can't - truly can't - walk!" I cry, making him smile as he kissed my forehead.
"Sound like personal problem."
"I fucking hate you."
"Tu n'as pas eu l'air de me haïr quand tu criais mon nom quand j'ai poussé ces poussées pulpeuses en toi." ( Didn't sound like you hated me when you were screaming my name when I thrusted those luscious thrusts into you. ) He whispered into my ear, making me blush as he rolled me into a cafe.
When we got a table, he practically had to replace a table with my wheelchair. Sitting across from me as I glared at him, the whole time with him just smiling.
"You have a lot of nerve..."
"I do. I surprise you let me roll you out without fuss." He said, handing me a menu as he looked through it." I think you like when I do this."
"This is the first time!" I cry.
"There be many more. You know?" He mumbles loud enough for me to hear, and I look away in embarrassment." Beside, need better ring. This fake metal, it smell odd."
"Oh yeah, I forgot." I look at my ring, seeing the dull silver as I took it off." We need to go somewhere good. A place with real silver and not this knockoff silver. But at least this is memories of us getting..." I lose my voice, blushing as he chuckled." Of is getting married."
"Yes, married." He smirked, making me now He was playing something." This some way. Too bad we half drunk. I remember at least-."
"I remember too." I interrupt angrily, making him raise his hands defense.
"I not know. I do now so calm."
"Why'd you think I wouldn't remember?"
"Guess."
I sighed, not wanting to answer the guess as I already knew the answer. Shaking my head, I give him a look as he grins.
"I...I'm sorry." I say, and he nods at me as I look him in the eyes." I'm not like before. I've changed. For sure."
"I never say you not." He ended, making me nod as we just sat here quietly. Not even talking as he seemed to be mad at me about something. No...mad's the wrong word.
More like...uncertainty?
"What are you thinking?" I ask, and he folds his arms as he sets them deep into his chest. Making me know that he was hiding something.
"I think about you. Why you do this, why you have us marry."
"We were both drunk."
"Barely." He muttered, making me roll my eyes.
"Besides, why are you asking me questions like this?"
"'Cause. I feel like you marry to me so that there no possible way I can have break or go. You do this not 'cause you love me or any of the thing, you do it 'cause of selfish reason." He made known, and I felt eyes getting watery but I couldn't even deny it...
"I'm hurt that you see me in that light..."
"I not say it to hurt feelings. I say it to get off my chest. Am I right?"
I try standing but only end up falling back in the wheelchair. Feeling pissed at myself, and at what he thinks of me I clearly see...
"You're right." I watch as he shrugs." That's what I would've done... But I didn't do this to do it out of selfishness. I did it because I love you Arthur... You're the only guy I love and I'm truly hurt that you think that about me..."
"I not think that fully. Just something I want to...say - William I sorry!"
I watch as he ends up rolling us out of the place, and he turns into a vacant area. Squatting in front of me as he hugs me.
"What?"
"You cry..."
I feel my face, feeling tears going down my face. Having no clue there was anything going down my cheeks, I did now as he hugged me. Hugging him back I don't say anything as I try to think.
"Arthur I-."
"I sorry. I love you. Je t'aime." ( I love you ) He murmured, and I grinned." I not mean to hurt the feelings. I just want honest. In marriage...honest best policy...right?"
"Of course."
"Then know I not say it to hurt feelings."
"Promise?"
"Duh!" He exclaimed, pulling back as he smiled." I not desire to hurt your feelings. When I do, it hurt me. So no, I have feelings to heart."
I nod believing him for sure. I have no right to be getting mad at me for telling the truth...but I found myself getting hurt. Which was a first because I don't give a fuck about what people think...but I did, when it was him.
"Tell me something." I say, and Arthur raises his eyebrows as I tried to make this question in my head." I'm a hypocrite, I know... But how did you handle me treating you so bad? I can barely handle it when you do it to me...I'd hate my guts if I were you for everything I've done to you... How did you fucking do it? Because I can't comprehend it in my mind."
He stands, getting behind me as he rolls us away from the area. But I am able to get up, so when he sees I can stand and walk - but not for too long - he returns the wheelchair. When he comes back, he looks like he was still pondering on my question.
The two of us beginning to walk around Las Vegas.
"I say in French so it be easy to get." He clears his throat, shrugging as he looked down at me then away." Au début, quand je suis arrivé chez vous ... vous étiez assis à la table et vous me regardiez avec beaucoup de haine. Alors je me suis dit que j'essaierais et ... que je devrais être gentil avec toi pour que tu te relaches. Mais au fil des jours ... disons simplement que j'ai commencé à réaliser à quel point tu es belle. ( At first, when I first arrived to your place...you were sitting at the table and looking at me with lots of hatred. So I told myself that I'd try and to...just be kind to you so that you'd ease up. But as the days progressed...let's just say that I began to realize how beautiful of a person you are. )
"Surtout quand c'était le premier jour et tu as appelé mon nom. Quand ton visage a claqué contre ma poitrine et que tu as levé les yeux, j'ai vu une personne gentille devant moi en te regardant dans les yeux. Ca a rapidement cessé quand tu m'as montré ma chambre, mais quand ma serviette est accidentellement tombée et que tu m'as informé ... tu avais ce joli rougissement sur ton visage que je voulais voir plus souvent ... C'était si ... joli." ( Especially when it was the first day and you called my name. When your face smacked against my chest and you looked up, I saw a kind person in front of me while looking in your eyes. It quickly ceased as you showed me my room, but when my towel accidentally fell and you informed me...you had this cute blush on your face that I wanted to see more often... It was so...pretty. )
I blush, looking away as he smiles at my response.
"Vous ne le réalisez pas, mais quand vous avez été grossier avec moi ... ça m'a fait vouloir plus que ça. Être honnête. Mais après un moment, il est devenu occurrent et j'ai commencé à me mettre en colère contre moi-même pour pourquoi je ne pouvais pas me défendre. Mais c'était parce que c'était toi ... pitoyablement ..." ( You don't realize it, but when you were rude to me...it kind of made me want you more. Being honest. But after awhile, it became occurrent and I started to get mad at myself for why I couldn't defend myself. But it was because it was you...pitifully enough... )
I sigh, scratching the back of neck as I look at him. Seeing that he was being honest and I obviously believed him. But it just made me realize how...fucking lucky I was.
Given four different chances...? Is this the last one...?
Not even going to think about it. There shouldn't even be a fifth chance or even more!
"You should've let me go."
"You not allow that." He chuckles, making me roll my eyes as I knew it was true.
"Have you thought about it?"
"Yes, honest! When I in France, I thought I never see you again and then Enzo there... I just distract self to him though I think you whole time."
I smile, happy to know that he was thinking of me too.
"You know, if you never met me...I think you'd be a good husband and father to your wife and kids."
"You think?"
"Yes."
He smiles, nodding," I like kids! 'Cause a small version of me make me happy! Imagine!"
I saw him get excited as he thought about it, making me sad almost. Too bad I'm a guy, sorry, can't have babies!
"Well, that option is canceled since I'm here. Sorry, can't make babies, don't even think about it."
He frowned, looking at me and when it hit him he quickly looked away. Feeling an ache in my heart, I knew he was thinking about it.
"Well, that fine. I figure something out...we both will! I sure you want kid, who not?!"
"I mean...I'm nineteen. I never thought about it until now."
"Oh? You never thought?"
"Never. Just kinda believed my parents would...get me through."
He laughed, shaking his head as we sat at a bench in front of a huge fountain. It spreading almost as long as a football field and spurts of water coming up in cool formations. The sun somehow already setting.
"That no way to think. What about job?"
"Don't have one. Never have."
"Why on earth not?!"
"Never needed to...I guess? You're making me think that I sound pathetic!" I whine, realizing that I'm so uneducated on being an adult." Do you have a job?"
"I did. When I move here I had to leave. But I work in cute old woman cafe. I like it there. It always packed at lunch, but that expect."
I nod, wondering where I or could I work... Can't think of anything.
"I'm blanking. I'm not meant to work."
"Not say that, sound silly." He criticized, looking around as his eyes landed on a restaurant." You work in big restaurant chain!"
"Never."
"Why?"
"Too much people. Washing dishes and being around nasty people...gives me chills thinking about it."
"You not have to wash dishes. You be chef! Or waiter! Or host."
"No. Still have to interact with people and people think since I'm hot that they can talk to me or stare, never."
He sighed in irritation, leaning back in the bench as he looked around some more.
"Mom and dad not live for the ever. Not depend on them so. Will regret... How about lifeguard?"
"No. I don't like looking at people who think they look sexy in their bikinis or speedos. Don't wear it if you aren't good looking."
"That mean, you not think like that. I think all look beautiful in own way. Whatever make them happy."
I chuckle, wondering if he was serious or not.
"How about intern?"
"I don't like - wait." I think about that, realizing my dad would probably give me his business when he gets too old to handle it or when he thinks I'm ready. Interning there will show that I'm ready and then I don't have to depend on them any longer...
"I hear no complain?"
"No. I like that idea. But - and only but - if I get this job, you're getting it with me and working with my dad's job. Deal?"
He smiled, hugging me as he kissed my cheek.
"Traiter." ( deal )