Falling For My Exchange Brother | B... - Chapter 47: Chapter 47

We stand here in shock, the kids already have rushed inside by my orders. Arthur was staring him down and he quickly looked away with an awkward smile.
"Okie dokie! Well, this was a great first meeting!" Raphael said, glaring at me for a second but then faced Arthur." I'm your father! You should be hugging me."
"I prefer not." Arthur muttered, folding his arms as he took a deep breath and looked at me. I could tell he wanted to talk to me alone and I guess I owe that to him. He had no idea I found his dad and he doesn't look pleased either.
"This is amazing. What a nice event. Now, since my son doesn't want to hug me, I think I should get a drink. I'm parched!" He sighed, looking away from Arthur as he went to Dylan." Would you like to inform me on my son, mon lion?" ( my lion? )
Dylan looked away, nodding as him and Raphael walked inside. His suitcases still in the car and I sure as hell wasn't bringing them in.
Looking at Arthur, he looked at me softly. A grin coming onto his face, walking to me as he hugged me.
"I appreciate the gift... But he is nothing to what I thought or wanted. He is the complete opposite of what I expected... I'm bewildered..." He whispers in my ear, letting me know he was trying not to cry.
My arms wrap around him as I rub his back. Knowing that if I was him I'd be saddened too.
"Arthur...we must focus on the positives. Just remember that there's the baby. I brought him here so that he could experience the whole thing with us. I just wanted you to be happy."
"I understand. I'm not mad at you, I'm just embarrassed. I guess I just need to give him a chance, you know?"
"I'm sorry...but I don't know."
I hear him chuckle, making me sad as he hugs me tighter.
"That's understandable. I don't expect you too, appreciate the honesty though." He murmurs quietly." Is it okay if we stand here for a while?"
"Of course." I respond. The two of us just standing here for as long as he wanted. I didn't mind at all.
***Dylan***
"So, how long have you known my son?" Raphael asks, folding his arms as he leaned back into the cushion. Watching as his hand hovered over his mouth and rested on his top lip. Staring intently at me and having me get all nervous.
"I've known him for quite some time I guess. Met him through William and all... From there we kinda hit it off and we're good friends."
"Not best friends?"
I flinch, wondering if it was rude of me to say yes or no.
"I mean-."
"Because I hear you and William are best friends. What about Arthur? I bet he's left out."
"Arthur isn't that kind of person..." I found myself saying, making Raphael glare at me.
"Oh? Of course you'd know. You know my son so well because you were with him for almost a decade. Congrats."
I open my mouth to say something but he just shakes his head. Stopping me almost like he had more authority over me than myself! Considering this is Arthur's father I see no resemblance at all. At least with Williams dad, I can see it. But this guy...not at all.
The looks, for sure. They're both good looking and appeasing to look at. Both have French accents but Raphael's is much more stronger. Not to mention he's not that much older than us...forty-two to be exact.
"I'm sorry to offend-."
"Don't know sarcasm? I'm humbled that you apologized. Are you talking formally because you think I'm old? Rude."
"No-."
"Just downright rude."
"I'm not talking like this because of your age..." I watched as he smirked and I looked away in embarrassment." I was never one for sarcasm..."
"Is Arthur sarcastic?"
"No. Pretty honest and forthcoming."
Raphael narrowed his eyes at me suddenly, making me wonder if I said something wrong again. I've matured from how I was in high school and learned to respect people. I don't want to say respect my elders because he's not even old yet.
But one thing I have grown from is being just...downright rude to people. William has come a long way, that's for sure.
"You'd think my son would have some qualities that match mine. But he doesn't..."
"You aren't honest and forthcoming?"
"Not at all." He warns, chuckling as he stood and was suddenly sitting beside me. Confusing me but I didn't do anything about the confusion or ask." Why do I get a feeling that you're hiding something? Dylan, was it?"
I nod, not sure what to make of this. But he was edging really close to me and he reminded me way too much of Arthur, yet he didn't. There was something off about him but I have been known to be a curious fellow.
"What do you think I'm hiding. I'm not one to hide things. Besides, you should be asking William that question. He has lots of secrets."
"Yeah, but I'm more intrigued by you. It's like a cat - which I hate by the way. They find something and it's their instinct to explore it. It's like the saying, curiosity killed the cat."
I frown, smirking as I leaned back in the cushion comfortably. Watching as he watched me with amusement and having me want to challenge his statement.
"What about dogs? Dogs become curious too."
"Yeah, but they know when dangers present and warn or just walk away. Cats are stupid and go to the danger, being curious."
"You only live once. Haven't you heard the saying cats have nine lives?"
Raphael chuckled once again, smirking.
"What's the point of nine lives exactly? Heard the saying dogs are mans best friend? Cats may live long, but at least dogs live theirs happily. You say sit, they obey. Shake, they'll raise their paw. You cry in bed, they'll come and try to make your sorrows disappear. There's not a better bond than that."
I smile, realizing that that was pretty good. I had to think hard on what to say next because it was so spot on.
"Here's one. Cats possess numerous charms, and anyone who has ever loved a cat has fallen for its magic. You just have to be open for the magic. You can't accept the magic if you aren't open minded. Don't be close minded, it gets you nowhere. What about dogs? Where's their magic, in the eyes? I don't think so. Remember, cats possess magic and dogs possess being a mans best friend. I think I want a magical cat that has nine lives...then a dog that only has one life and risk losing my best friend... I win."
That's when he narrows his eyes at me. Smiling soon after as he claps slowly and hypnotically. Shaking his head as if he was amazed and gave me a thumbs up.
"Never had a conversation with anyone that's left me speechless. Congratulations, you made Raphael Martin enthralled by you."
I smirk, smiling as I was happy that I went to college and was pursuing a career that my parents didn't help me get to. One class I did in college was debate, so I'm very good at thinking outside the box and working around peoples words. Thinking of the negatives and positives you have to present.
"Debate comes in handy." I comment, and he raises an eyebrow.
"You were in debate?"
"Yes. You?"
"When I was younger. You just don't seem as the type that do such a thing."
"You'd be surprised." I say, shrugging as he was scooting closer to me. But I continued to stay still and not even move.
"Dylan, I typically don't do this, but..."
I watched him stand, grabbing my arm as he yanked me up. Pulling me as he shoved me against the wall, having me totally confused. I guess it was interesting because it felt like I was looking at an older version of Arthur. But every time the guy smiled I lost Arthur instantly.
"Are you sure you're Arthur's father?"
"What a rude question to ask. Would you like to know?"
I nod, knowing that William and Arthur were downstairs. We were in their home with their kids here. I'm not sure what he's trying to do but I'm kind of unsure yet curious.
"Well, I'll start with French." I flinch, knowing that French always got to me and I remember when Arthur said something French to me. Had me all in my feels..." Je ne sais pas si vous savez, mais quand je suis entré dans la place, mes yeux se sont posés sur vous. Une si belle expression que vous avez eue quand je suis entré." ( Not sure if you know, but when I first walked into the place, my eyes landed on you. Such a nice expression you held when I entered. )
I raise my eyebrows, feeling my cheeks getting warm as he raised his eyebrows.
"Tu connais le français aussi?" ( You know French too? ) He asked, and I look away.
"Oui ... en fait ... je le fais." ( Yes...actually... I do. ) I say quietly, and that's when he comes forward and his head accidentally bumped against mine. Having me groan as we both fell to our knees in pain.
Rubbing my head, I lift up my head and he happens to as well. But I flinched when a shock, a literal shock, rippled through me. I saw him flinch as well and our eyes locked for what it felt like way too long.
Until he shoved me hard against the wall again, but he pushed his lips onto mine. Kissing me wildly as I've never been kissed by a man before. But it felt different to not be the dominant one. Yet I wasn't stopping ever since I felt the spark rivet through me.
Tugged hard at my heart strings and was surprised mostly at myself. It's one thing for a man - Arthur's father - to attack you with his lips. But then I'm not stopping him.
It's just that spark that keeps telling me to keep going. Because every time he touches me it feels like the Midas Touch. I get it, the guy turned everything he touched into gold, but this felt the same.
His hands grasped my waist and pulled me to him. Feeling the way my heart raced with something unusual. Raphael kissed me so roughly that he bit my lip, causing me to gasp as I tasted blood be drawn. Looking at him in shock as he looked at me like I was some type of disease on a stick.
"You...look what you made me do!"
"I didn't make you do anything! I'm innocent in this!" I cry, rubbing the blood from my lip as he stared at me in amazement.
"You didn't try to stop me though!"
I stay silent. Because I was caught and I didn't even have to utter a thing. It was my actions that gave me away for good.
"No...I didn't. I could've, but I didn't." I state matter-of-factly. Watching as he smirked at me and I smirked back.
"Wanna be like that?"
He pulls me up and has me against he wall still. But I find myself looking up at him. Knowing where Arthur got his height.
"Do you know what you're getting yourself into? If I knew any better, you have no idea what you're doing. You aren't even bi or gay."
"I'm not."
"Then what are you doing little boy?"
I feel my face scrunch up in annoyance, always have hated being called a 'little boy'. It just sounds degrading and I'm not little, I'm a man.
"Don't call me 'little boy'." I growl, making him raise an eyebrow." I'm far from a 'little boy' and I refuse for an old man like you to call me one."
"I am not old. I'm at the peak of being an adult. You're just a kid."
"Then why are you kissing this 'kid' when your son's downstairs?" I remind, his eyebrow shooting up instantly.
"Touché." He hissed, but that didn't stop him from gripping my chin with his hand. Looking me in the eye and having me blush again." In order to get to know my son the fullest I must know that his lips tasted."
I frown, knowing that was a misconception because Arthur and I never kissed. But before I can correct him he was kissing me again. His lips in a rush as I couldn't even control them even more. Having me feel warm suddenly as his hands gripped my waist.
Pulling me to him and wondering why I wasn't pushing him away. I don't even like men but that damn spark is riveting through my mind...
So much, that I didn't even notice the door that opened. Hearing the worst sound in the world.
"Dylan!"
Great.
***William***
"Dylan!"
I look in shock, seeing him and Arthur's dad, Raphael in the corner. Dylan pushed against the wall with his cheeks flushed with color. Looking at me in embarrassment and Raphael didn't seem embarrassed at all at their current situation.
Arthur was downstairs and I'm not sure if I should tell him what these two are doing. I didn't want to tell him this...of all people though.
"Dylan, why?" I hiss, walking in as I slam the door. Raphael pulling away and raising his hands in defense.
"Peut-être que vous ne devriez pas avoir de tels amis hypnotiques en ma présence." ( Maybe you shouldn't have such hypnotic friends in my presence. ) He mused, shrugging as he popped his neck. Dylan still looking confused and all over the place. But I didn't understand at all.
"Es-tu sérieux? C'est ridicule, dites-vous vraiment que vous ne pouvez pas vous contrôler? Dylan est mon ami et vous ne pouvez pas venir ici et violer mon ami." ( Are you serious? This is ridiculous, are you really saying you couldn't control yourself? Dylan is my friend and you can't just come in here and violate my friend. ) I snap, Raphael gasping in shock. But I could tell it was sarcastic and mocking.
"Mais il n'a pas essayé de me combattre. Je ne violerais jamais quelqu'un sans leur permission en premier." ( But he didn't try fighting me back. I would never violate someone...without their permission first. ) He adds, smiling and having me flinch. It looked a lot like Arthur's and I could see the similarities. But Arthur's was sweeter and more alive and innocent. His was conniving and full of something distasteful.
"Dylan...?" I look at him, walking around Raphael and standing in front of him. He looked so flustered and confused and all over the place. I saw his eyes constantly wandering over my shoulder. Having me look as Raphael was just on his phone.
"William...something's wrong with me."
"What? What is it? If he did anything-."
"He didn't do shit, that's the point! I...I didn't stop him on purpose..."
I snort, pulling away as I try to stomach this. My best friend...Dylan...is about to tango with my husbands father. This guy just got here and he's causing disruption.
"Are you saying...you allowed him to get all up in your chicken nuggets?" I ask, and he rolls his eyes. But soon nods after, having me want to sock the shit out of both of them.
"You don't even realize what your doing! That's Arthur's dad-!"
"I know what he is!...you wouldn't get it. You have Arthur and his dad is literally the opposite of him. Complete, utter opposite. But...it's weird. You wouldn't get it-."
"Yes the hell I would! I'm married, to Arthur...remember! I fucking get it! But with him?"
Dylan sighed, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. But I saw Raphael yawn and look bored. As if this wasn't bad at all and he didn't see his wrongdoings.
"Peut-être que je me trompe ici. J'ai quarante-deux ans, seulement seize ans votre aîné. Mais n'est-ce pas un peu dramatique?" ( Maybe I'm in the wrong here. I am forty-two, only sixteen years your senior. But isn't this a little dramatic? ) He questioned, seeing Dylan remain quiet and not speaking up for himself.
"Je vais te montrer de la dramaturgie, qui penses-tu être?" ( I'll fucking show you dramatic, who do you think you are? ) I growl, Raphael pretending to be scared as he backed up and covered his face.
"William stop it!" Dylan hissed, shocking me even more." Just let me handle things on my own."
"By doing the tango?"
"No!...I supported you and Arthur so let me check something out-."
"He's playing you Dylan! It's Arthur's dad! I mean, look at him!"
We look, seeing him with his hands in his pockets and watching us with amusement.
"I'm looking...and I'm fine. I think if I handled you as my best friend, I can handle him."
With that I just left, over that bull and not getting it at all. That was Arthur's dad. I don't think he gets that or he just doesn't care. I never even saw Dylan for the gay or bi type so I'm confused...
I guess I never saw myself falling for my exchange brother - at the time. It's a good thing we aren't related or it'd be weird. No adoption or technically he is my brother and then we'd have to explain everything.
But it's Dylan! My best friend! He is usually the reasonable one! I didn't see this coming whatsoever.
"Where's Dylan and my father?" Arthur asked me once I came downstairs." I know you went to look for Dylan, but I can't find my father at all-."
"I wouldn't worry about it at the moment." I interrupt, having him frown but shrug.
"I guess. I mean, my father can be exploring the place."
"Or someone."
"What?"
"Nothing." I lie, and he looks away from me like I'm hiding something. Because I am! I don't want to tell him his father and Dylan are literally above us doing something obscene. His dad just got here too...
A baby - our baby is on the way and his father, I happened to find. Unlike his weirdo brother. But it seemed different because he was blunt and didn't seem to care what happened in the process of everything. Like if he was caught doing something wrong there wouldn't be consequences.
"I find it kind of odd." He suddenly says, making me nervous for sure." Our baby will have both our genes in them. Isn't that cool? He might have curly hair most likely since I'm black and the woman is African American."
"You are too."
"I wasn't born in America. I'm a French guy at heart."
I snort, shaking my head." You haven't been to France ever since we got the twins. You're more American than ever!" I exclaim, having him smirk mischievously.
"Oh vraiment, je suis plus américain que jamais? Sans vouloir vous offenser, je considère cela comme une infraction. Je suis français de ma tête jusqu'aux pieds. Ne vous méprenez pas, mon amour. Si cela vous apaise, je vous montrerai plus de français. Il se cache et attend d'être libéré. Tu permets?" ( Oh really, I'm more American than ever? No offense to you, but I take that as an offense. I'm French from my head all the way down to my toes. Don't be mistaken, my love. If it appeases you I'll show you more French. It's just hiding and waiting to be set free. You allow? ) He murmured, feeling me blush as I look away from him.
"I fucking hate you and you're little words."
"Tu me détestes? Mon amour!" ( You hate me? My love! ) He cried, pouting and I had to stop myself from getting all embarrassed and hot and bothered.
"Stop it."
"Je ne comprends pas?" ( I don't understand? ) he cocked his head in confusion. But I knew he was mocking me for saying he was more American than ever. I mean, I don't know how that's not a compliment...to an extent I guess.
"You don't know English?" I ask, finding myself getting deja vu.
"I know, I know English! Little." He promised, pinching his fingers the way he did when we eighteen years old. Almost a decade ago... Reminding me that he knew a penny thick worth of English...
"Now that I think on it, you had such adorable broken English." I comment, making him smile.
"Not make fun! It not nice. I have the feelings and the feelings can get the hurt. Remember. Not hurt me."
"I won't hurt you." I say, and he smirks." Actually, I'm being gay for you. I can be gay for you."
"You mean,'Je peux être gay si je veux être.'( I can be gay when I want to be. ) He repeats, scooting closer as he grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles." Pas besoin de craindre belle. Le moi que c'était bâclé dans ses compétences de flirt-. " ( No need to fear beautiful. The me than was sloppy in his flirtation skills-." )
"No the hell you weren't! You were a fucking flirting machine! I fell for you because of your hypnotic ways and voice and smile and body and..." I drift, seeing him raise an eyebrow as my words were getting a little risqué." Anyway, you'll always be my chocolate teddybear stuck inside a sexy giant."
"Merci Beaucoup!" He teased, smiling as he grabbed my hands and nodded at them. Making me laugh at our little flirting. Reminding even more at how we used to be and how...bad I was. I was just...so bad!
It sucks to think about because in the end of my bitchy ways, I still got Arthur... How lucky of a bitch am I?