Falling For My Exchange Brother | B... - Chapter 9: Chapter 9

"Do you two like our vacation house?"
Arthur and I stand still, at least two feet apart as we are silent. My parents have no idea that we not only jerked off to one another in front of one another, but I kissed him. Not him putting a kiss on me, but me putting a kiss on him!
So I don't know how to feel right now...I kissed a guy...willingly. My choice...
"It great." Arthur breaking the silence and they smile.
"Good. We were gonna go bigger, but no point." My dad explained, and I fold my arms.
"Where're our rooms?" I ask.
"You both will be sharing a room-."
"No!" Arthur and I say at the same time, shocking me the most that he said no.
"Too bad." They say, and we walk forward as we go inside. Making me look inside as there was a servant at the kitchen. But we weave up the stairs, and we stop to see only two four doors.
I open one, seeing a bathroom. I look and see Arthur opened one to see a big bar. And I'm guessing the other two rooms are bedrooms...
"Mom are you serious?" I ask, and they nod as they open our door. When we look inside I glare at dad immediately.
"There's only one fucking bed!" I sneer, and he frowns.
"Really?" He looks, shrugging." You two will figure it out. We've been on that plane for too long and over at home it's night time. I'm jet lagged for sure and just want to take a small nap before we go to dinner."
I fold my arms, watching as they go in their bedroom. Arthur and I standing in this hall, not looking at one another.
"Well, you first." He says, and I roll my eyes as we step forward into the room.
He closes the door and I face him, the both of us a little awkward as he grins shyly. I smile, scratching the back of my neck.
"Awkward." I sing, and he snorts.
"Tell me about it."
Then there's silence, and I lick my lips as I look off awkwardly. He smiles, and looks over his shoulder; facing me again.
After that it was practically a blur as he rushed at me causing the both of us to fall right on the bed. His lips pressing onto mine, and we kiss.
Kissing slowly, his hands cradling my face and my hands held onto his shoulders. Shocking myself that I was kissing a man. A man that when he first got here, I hated him. I still am not sure what I'm doing...am I entertaining myself?
...Yes! That's what it is! Just entertainment!
"I'm not gay." I breathe, the both of us taking a breath after kissing without even breathing.
"Neither am I. I like what I like. I like you." He murmurs, and I grin.
"Why? I've been horrible to-."
He interrupts me by simply pressing a kiss on my lips. Pulling away as he sat us both up, grinning.
"This probably game to you," I frown, wondering why he'd say that," But it okay. I will savor whatever this is until end."
"Are you serious? This is all me! You should be asking me if I'm okay?! I'm outta my mind! I kissed a guy for the first time on the jet and I jerked off with a guy for the first time on the jet!" I yell, immediately regretting it as I hope my parents didn't hear." But if I didn't want to do this I wouldn't have done all that with you."
"You say that. But not mean you not playing game on me. For fun-."
"Why would I do that when I can just hook-up with a random girl? Don't forget, I still have a girlfriend and still like women."
He narrows his eyes at me, shaking his head.
"Yes, I forget about Bella..." He immediately started to look like a felt bad, and he looked away from me; then nodded." We must stop than."
I laugh, wondering what he's talking about. Stop what? You can't stop something that's just getting started, and I'm bored.
"Why?"
"Bella. Deception on her when you with me. Us kissing and jerking of the off is not good. You not single. But, I am."
I freeze, looking at him as he grins.
"She doesn't have to necessarily know-."
"No good. You, I both wrong. This wrong. Must stop to be good-."
"Fuck the good! This is my choice and I say no."
He frowns, folding his arms," It my choice. I made choice. You just sat. I not have to do what you tell me, so I fine."
Arthur stands up, opening the door as he leaves the room. Pissing me off as I walk after him.
I don't know why I'm so angry with him suddenly ending something that hasn't even started. Bella doesn't have to technically know and it's not cheating because it's not a girl. We are in a different country and no one can say or do anything.
No one will know and the fact that he doesn't seem to see that pisses me off.
"Arthur no one will know!" I yell, seeing him going to the kitchen." Why is it now I'm the one chasing after you?"
When I turn the corner I see him pointing a stick at me. A stick with a chocolate coating on it and stopped 3/4's the way. Seeing him holding a box that said Pocky, a stick in his mouth.
"You're quick." I mumble, grabbing the stick as he winked." But don't think this will make me forget what I was saying!"
"Just eat it!"
I sigh, biting off the chocolate side and chewing. Watching him as he ate them up like it was nobodies business. But...these were disgusting!
"How dare you give this to me?!" I hiss, and he frowns in confusion.
"This good-."
"This bad, Arthur! This bad!!!!!" I yell, getting water as I try to wash down that taste." Damn it Arthur, don't end things!"
"You act like we date! I not do anything wrong." He states, making me blush.
"Let's just make a deal." I say, snatching away the Pocky box as I got his attention." Clearly you won't do anything because you're too worried about hurting Bella. Well, how about all of this - between us - is just a game?"
He raises an eyebrow, chuckling as he grabs the water I drank out of. Opening it as he rested his lips on the rim, smirking at me.
"I ask if this all game to you; clearly it is-."
"It isn't! Let me finish! You won't do anything in fear of that it's cheating. It can't be cheating if it's a game. All for fun and jokes and challenges."
"Challenges? Like?"
I look around, seeing a servant so I know I can't do what I planned on doing.
"Challenges that you and I would consider ideal." I murmur, and he smirks." So it can't necessarily be cheating, when it's a harmless game."
He drinks some water, licking the rim as he hands me my water. The servant seeing as her eyes are wide like saucers. Her cheeks pink and I face him.
"Yes...a game. Harmless, maybe for you. I not think my heart can handle that. Not sure...will reconsider if drink some of that wa-."
I gouge down the water, making sure my lips were on the rim. Stopping as I licked over the rim that he did and then drank the rest of the water. Smirking as I smashed the now empty water bottle on the counter, from the side of my eye that servant was red as a cherry.
When I faced him he was smirking, and I blushed.
"Fine. Game is whoever falls more into one the other by end of trip." He proposes, and I nod.
"Well too bad I'm not gay."
"Well too bad you like me more than you think." He purrs, making me look away.
"Okay than... Now the game starts. Now. Deal? Ends when we get home."
"Deal."
We both shook hands, the both of us smirking.
I already won because he's head over heels in love with me. Me...I have no comment.
"Ready to lose?"
"Stop the talk. Let's take a nap." He says, and I know that this a challenge.
"Okay." I respond, the both of us going to our room as we close the door; locking it. Going to the bed as he lays down, patting his next to him, but I sat on the other side. Patting next to me.
"You be cold." He warns, and I roll my eyes.
"I'm so sure. You're one to talk. I'll be warm and you'll die of the cold."
"Wrong. The sun shines on me, I warm. You in nothing."
"Oh yeah?!" I crawl to his side and squeeze him over. Now I was in the sun and stuck my tongue out at him." Who's in nothing now?"
"Nobody. But I won the challenge."
I frown, but gasp as I realize what it was. And before I can yank away he wraps his arms around me. Keeping me to him, snuggling his nose into my neck and feeling his fingers run through my hair.
"I win!" He whispers, making me blush yet roll my eyes.
"I'm in jet lag so if course you won."
"Excuses."
I shake my head, but he smiles; pulling me closer and making me warm...
He's such a lier...the sun is not the one giving warmth; it's him.
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I lean into whatever I'm laying against. Warm and feeling something tighten around me. Making me stretch, I sigh in content as I cuddle more into whatever this thing is that is making me so warm and comfortable.
"Tu es adorable quand tu dors." ( You're adorable when you sleep. ) I hear, my eyes opening a creak as I look up. Seeing Arthur as he grins, my shoes off and we have a thick blanket over us. Mostly me as he is almost sitting up and I lay against him.
"Did you do this...?" I ask, my voice cracking as I'm just waking up. When he nods I
yawn." How long was I sleep?"
"Deux heures." ( Two hours. ) He says, and I nod. Laying back down and licking my lips, I close my eyes as I was going to go back to-.
"Wait!" I yank away, seeing Arthur clearer and realizing that I just slept on him for two hours. And I'm sorry, but he is like a pillow or something because that was the best sleep I've had in a while.
"How did I get in these circumstances?! Did you even sleep?!"
"I did. An hour. After, I just watch you. You so beautiful and peaceful when sleep. Like nothing can reach you."
I grin, but glare at him at the same time.
"I can't believe I slept in your arms..." I shake my head in disappointment, but he just smiles.
"You like." He presses, and I shake my head.
"I hate."
"Lies." He shakes his head, and I find myself snickering." Anyway, your mom said we leave in three hours."
"For?" I ask I sit back down next to him, looking at his phone and seeing just Crossy Road.
"We going to some type of mall she say."
"Did she see...?" I flick my finger between the two of us and he shook his head.
"This happen before I took shoes off and cover us in blanket. I told her you sleep and that I was too. She say sorry then told me everything. After I close door and did everything else."
I nod, and he closes his phone as he looks at me. The both of us quiet as we just look at one another, and we both happen to break the stare at the same time.
"There a huge TV, let us put it to good-." I pull him to me as I press my lips onto his. Feeling his hands grip my shoulders and push me back.
"What is this?"
"A challenge," I moan, smirking," Who can hold out longest in kissing."
"I win!"
"I'll win. I've had sloppy girlfriends and girlfriends who I've made out with so much we could've probably made a baby with how much saliva we exchanged."
He gave me a look of disgust, and I smile." Yep, I'll win."
Then I pulled him to me, our lips colliding as we kissed.
I haven't kissed a guy before besides him, and all I know is that girls can't last for more than ten minutes of making out. Since we're guys we'll be competitive and that'll make us hold out longer than ever...
And...wasn't I right.
We both have been going at it for at least twenty minutes and my hands grab his arms while his hands hold my waist. Not sure what he's trying to accomplish, but he pushes on my waist and it makes me almost fall back. And I know if I do I'll lose this challenge for sure.
So instead I shove my tongue in his mouth to distract him, feeling it go between his lips and come in contact with his. Letting me feel his tongue that was trying to clash with mine.
But I ended up losing the lead as his tongue went into my mouth, putting me into a trance as he shoved me. Making me lay on my back and he still kissed me wildly as I tried my best for my eyes not to roll into the back of my head out of pleasure.
Feeling him pull away, I watched as he wiped his mouth. Smiling and I touched my lips, feeling that they were indeed swollen.
"You're a lier. You never..." I stutter, wondering how he is...such a good kisser.
"French kissing. My specialty. I am from France and have met my share of French kissers." He tells me, and I blush.
"You didn't tell me that!"
"Sorry. You never ask." He stated, making me fold my arms as I sat up." I won."
"No fair! You never said you could kiss so well!"
"You last out. I offer pleasure in process of last out. A done deal," He explains, grabbing my hand as he kissed it," This game is more fun than thought. I will win!"
I fold my arms, shaking my head.
"Keep telling yourself that."
"Thank you for acknowledgement. I will."