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Life takes really weird turns sometimes. Russell knows this maybe a little too well. His family was the peaceful, almost stereotypically happy family. His parents loved each other, and Russell got well along with them, as did his brother Dylan. He and Dylan got along well too, despite the occasional problems a two year age gap brings with it.Then it started going downhill. Russell's mother was hit by a drunk driver when he was 12, and she died soon afterwards in the hospital. Then, his father, despite his promises, took up drinking in order to cope with the tragedy, though with poor results. He was constantly drunk. While never physically hurting his sons, he did make their lives at home very frustrating, getting furious for the smallest things. Neverending nagging over simple stuff. Russell and Dylan coped with it, as they could support and defend one another. As soon as Russell got the chance, he moved out, leaving Dylan alone with his father. He enjoyed the peacefulness, the silence, the fact that he could do as he pleased, without a two hour preaching about how he should only do as he is told, while still feeling sorry for his brother. He could not imagine the situation getting any better at home without him helping his brother, but he had to get out of there. He only hoped Dylan would find something so that he could stay away from home as much as he could.On a dark October night, Russell sat on the couch in his little studio flat. He watched the raindrops flow down the window, while cars passed on the street below. His grey eyes focused on the cars while they quickly moved away, sometimes turning left or right, other times continuing forward. He was bored. He had done all he needed to do for the day, but it was still just past 6 in the evening. There was nothing worth watching on television, he had already shut down his computer, and could not bother starting it up again. Nobody was online to chat, and he was not going to any events, despite it being Friday night. In the lack of anything better to do, he started to tickle his hand with his tail. In his 20 years, he had never felt so bored than this evening. Then, out of nowhere, he got a phone call."Dylan's calling, wonder what he has to say.", he thought, while answering the call. "Yea?""Hey, Rus, uh... I've got a situation going on here...", Dylan said, sounding rather worried."What is it?", Russell asked."It's dad again. You remember when he threatened to kick us out of here, before you moved?""Yea, how so?""He's decided to throw me out for real now. Doesn't want to have me here any longer now that I'm 18, when he doesn't legally have to support me anymore. The problem is that I've got nowhere to go. Can I seek shelter at your place until I figure out my next move?""Uh... I guess you can take the couch for so long. But

it'll be quite cramped here, especially when you'll have to take your stuff with you.""Yea, I know, I know, but it's temporary. And with the student allowances I get, I'll pay half the rent and pay for food and so on, you know. I'm not gonna leech off you. You know you can trust me.""Sounds good, I guess. Just convince dad to loan his car so long, otherwise we'd have to carry your stuff all the way here, and that'd be... Inconvenient.""Yea, he's already agreed to it, when he realized that is indeed the quickest way to get rid of me.""Okay, I'll take the bus there, pack what you need so long. I'll be there in half an hour, if I can catch the 18:20 bus. Bye.""Bye."Russell arrived just in time to the bus stop, and while riding, he started to wonder what this sudden twist would mean to everyday life. At least he would not have to worry about Dylan anymore. Living would get a little easier, when the rent halves, and Dylan's allowances are counted. The only problem was the lack of space, though he thought that if they survived dad, the will survive this.The bus stopped at a bus stop seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Russell made his way along the road for a little bit, until he turned right, towards his dad's house. The car was running, and Dylan was quickly stuffing it with bags of clothes and other belongings."You doing okay?", he asked Dylan."Yea, I think so. Just two more bags to squeeze in here.", Dylan answered."Okay, I'll take them, go sit in the car so long.""What's going on out there?!", Russell heard his dad say from inside the house. "Is it you, Rus?!""Yea, it's me, I'm helping Dylan.""Haven't I told you not to come here anymore?!", his dad asked, sounding angry."We'll take Dylan's stuff away, I'll return the car and then you won't hear from us anymore unless you want to. Shut up and let us do this, it'll be over faster.""You're not welcome here! I live in this house and I want nobody to disturb me! You didn't ask if you could come here and I could call the police on you for not respecting my right to be left alone!""He's going all mad.", Russell said to Dylan, while getting into the car."Going, you say?", Dylan answered. "Be happy you've been living alone for the last two years. It's been hell.""Then let's not make this take any longer.", he said. "Dad, don't do anything stupid while we're away, I'll make sure to fuck off for good once we're done. And you'll get your car, don't worry.", he said to his dad while shutting the door and driving away.The car ride was mostly silent, Dylan was just relieved it's over. The forest scenery slowly changed into a city as

Russell drove back to his place. He stopped the car outside the door, and they both got out. They quickly carried stuff inside, stuffing them into the lift and taking turns to ride the lift up to Russell's door."That's the last one.", Russell said, while handing a bag to Dylan. He gave his key to Dylan. "Go settle yourself down so long, I'll deal with the car.""Okay."The returning of the car was fairly straightforward, Russell parked the car on the yard, threw the keys on the kitchen table with a scribbled note "Thanks." His dad had passed out for the night and didn't therefore notice anything. Russell walked to the bus stop, trying to cover himself from the rain.When he came home, he saw Dylan trying to organize the mess of bags and clothes that had formed on the floor."Don't worry about it, we'll clean up tomorrow.", Russell said."Ah, okay.", Dylan answered. "How did it go?""Dad was passed out so I didn't have any trouble with it. Only thing was the rain.", he said, while showing how his fur was dripping water. "And the bus was late, obviously.""Ha. Tough luck."The evening continued with Dylan telling how messed up the situation was before the abrupt moving. Russell learned that he had taken up Karate just to spend time away from home, and that he had almost beaten the school record for extra courses for the same reason. When they turned off the lights, Russell thought there was something more to his dad's decision to kick out Dylan. He hadn't kicked out him, after all. Though he had done it quite as fast, but on his own initiative. He decided that he was overthinking it all, and went to sleep.The following weeks were quiet, though Russell's weird feeling lingered. Meanwhile he had noticed a thing that worried him. He kept looking at Dylan, thinking all sorts of things. He felt some sort of attraction towards his brother, and while considering himself bisexual, Dylan was not the person he expected himself to be drawn to. Then, one day, while Russell was reading news headlines on the computer, Dylan interrupted him."Rus?""Hm?""Uh... Have you been feeling something weird going on lately?""I don't think so.""You don't?""Nah.""It's just...""What?""I've got something to say. And... It's part of the reason dad wanted to kick me out so soon...""I've got a hard time imagining what could make him want to kick you out even more, considering the fact that he didn't want you there anyway.""Well... I'm not making it any more difficult. So here I go.""Hm?""I... Dad sorta found out I'm gay. Or, actually, he

rather got to understand that I'm not straight.", Dylan explained."Oh?""The girls at Karate seemed to flock to me, but while they were nice and good-looking and all, I never really found them attractive. And dad asked about it, jumping to the conclusion that I'm gay. He wasn't wrong, but I didn't tell him that, as he was already flaming furious at that point. Confirming it wouldn't have made it any better.""So he based his conclusion on something that doesn't necessarily prove anything. Just as well could you have been interested in anybody else whom he doesn't know about.""Yea.", Dylan said. After a moment of silence, he spoke again."So... How about you? You're okay with it, aren't you?""Well... I can't have anything against it, that'd be hypocritical. You see, I think I'm bisexual, or something in that manner.""Ah, okay.""So we're kinda in the same boat.""Yea."After another pause, Russell spoke."How did you find out you're gay? Or how do you think it went?""Uhh...", Dylan hesitated. "It's... It's kinda difficult to explain.""How come?""Uh...""If you don't want to say, you don't have to.""Uh... I... Can you promise me one thing?", Dylan asked."What'd that be?""Promise not to tell anybody about this.""Wasn't planning on telling, whatever it is.""I'll have you dead if you tell.""I see. Don't worry, I won't tell anything to anybody, I won't hint it, nothing. You have my word.""Promise?""I promise.""Well... It's just that... For some reason, I seem to be thinking of you all the time."Russell was speechless. It was like a kick in the stomach, he could not say anything. He just looked shocked. Dylan was shaking, almost crying."Don't hate me for this, I can't do anything about it, I swear!"Russell sat completely still before he managed to get words out of his mouth."It's okay, I think.""Really?", Dylan asked."Yea... 'Cause... This is really awkward... But... I think I feel the same way."Now it was Dylan's turn to be speechless. He watched his brother in shock, while Russell twitched nervously.Minutes passed in complete silence. Russell's blood was rushing, and his fur rose on his back. Finally, while still not saying anything, he moved towards Dylan on the couch, and slowly wrapped his shivering arms around him. He was relieved to feel Dylan's arms around him, gently squeezing his body. They sat there, for longer than they

could imagine, just holding one another. Russell kept stroking Dylan's fur, while Dylan pressed his head on Russell's chest. Russell lied down on the couch, pulling his brother down with him. They lied sideways, facing each other, just looking each other in the eyes. Grey eyes meed green. Russell closed his eyes and moved his lips towards Dylan's mouth. And they kissed. A slow, passionate kiss. They felt like they were in heaven. And they were, in their own version of it. Away from all that had them worry and fear, together, alone. When they finally pulled back, Dylan said:"This is so weird. But yet so awesome.""I had you figured to be fucking gay.", Russell answered. "Also, you're kissing your brother, do you feel accomplished?""Very much so.", he said.They lied on the couch all night, just cuddling, enjoying the fact that they had each other, and no worries in the world. When they woke up the next morning, they were still holding each other. But neither did mind it."My arm is quite numb.", Russell said, while rising up to sit."I wonder why.", Dylan said. "I've totally not been lying on it all night.""Next time I'll lie on you till all of you gets numb.""What do you mean?""What do you think?", Russell said while giving Dylan a suggesting look."Ah... I see. That's kinda.... Weird. But yea.""Well... We made out all night, and I doubt we'll be stopping there. And it's not like anyone will know.""Of course not! But I think I'll need some time to think about it. It sounds nice, but I've still got to figure out last night for myself.""Spent a night with the one you love? Nothing more special than that. Or, well yea. But still.""Let's say I'll let you know when I'm ready.", Dylan said."Then let's say so. Take your time.""I will.", Dylan answered while leaning in for another kiss. Russell leaned in too, letting their tongues wrestle. They closed their eyes, and forgot the world around them again.Days passed again, with nothing really changing. They went on like normal with their lives, but made sure to spend as much home together as possible. Soon, December came, and everybody was preparing for the oncoming days of Christmas, and the following holidays. Dylan's days off from school started earlier, while Russell had to spend a couple more days studying and waking up early. Then came the 21st, and Russell was free too. They had prepared themselves by cleaning up around the apartment, making it cozy while trying to minimize effort. After they were done, they sat down on the couch to chill."So, did people wonder anything about your holidays?", Russell asked."Nah, I told them I'll be

with my family.". Dylan answered."Well, you're not more wrong than that you won't be spending it with all your family.""Yea.""Also, about that thing I was trying to not so subtly suggest here some time ago... Have you been thinking about it?""You think I've been thinking of anything else?""Hopefully yes, you've got an education to fix, for example.""You know what I meant.""Yea.""So... I'm just waiting for the right moment...""You're planning a super-cheesy Christmas "gift" concept?""That's what I'm trying to avoid the most. I just think it makes it even more awkward.""So, you've got any ideas?""Hm... I have, but I won't tell. Just to annoy you.""You really sure you don't want to say?", Russell said."It seems kinda obvious from how I act, doesn't it?". Dylan explained."Your body language tells all that you won't say. So yes."Russell pushed Dylan down on the couch and lied on top of him, kissing his at the same time. Then, he started to undress Dylan, first by pulling up his shirt, then unbuckling the belt of his pants, pushing them down his legs. He took of his shirt as well, pulled off his pants, and then continued kissing Dylan."You want to start easy?", Russell asked."Sure. What do you want to do?""We could begin by getting all naked.", he said, while pulling off Dylan's boxers, then taking off his too. They both just kept looking at one another."You're looking real handsome, that Karate has kept you fit.", Russell told. "No wonder the girls kept following you, with a body like that." He admired Dylan's body, from the strong arms to the sixpack, down to his rock hard dick and his balls hanging below."I can't say I'm not liking what I see either.", Dylan said. "And I want to suck you off.""As you wish.", Russell said, while sitting down comfortably. "Just come here then."Dylan moved over, grabbed Russell's dick and just as he was about to begin, he said:"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."He then started licking Russell's dick, moving up and down, until wrapping his lips around the tip and started sucking."Ahh, that feels amazing, Dylan. And I know the feeling, I've been dreaming of this too."Dylan kept sucking off, caressing his brother's dick with his tongue. Russell moaned in pleasure, and felt how his climax was coming nearer."I'm... Ahh... I'm gonna cum now!", he said, just as he reached orgasm. His seed flowed into Dylan's mouth, with Dylan just sucking for more. When he was

done, Dylan swallowed and said:"You didn't last long.""I don't think anyone would have lasted any longer.""You think so? Wanna find out?""It's not more than right, I guess.", Russell said, while moving down to reach Dylan's dick in his turn. He took a couple licks, and started sucking, while also fondling Dylan's balls. Dylan came to notice that he was very close to climax as well, trying to hold back for a little while to outlast Russell."Oh, I just can't hold it back any more!", Dylan said. Russell felt the warm, sticky semen flow into his mouth, carefully licking off all of it, and then swallowed as well."That was awesome!", Dylan said. "I could almost swear that you've been training!""I haven't.", Russell said, smiling."You sure?""You're the first one for me.""...Natural talent..?""I guess so. This wasn't too messy, but I still feel like I could take a shower. Wanna join?", Russell asked."Umm.. Sure. I think I could need a warm shower as well.", Dylan answered. "Some form of after-sex cuddling, I guess? Nothing else in particular?""If you say so. I won't be trying anything for a little while, I've never had a more intense orgasm than that, and I can't imagine feeling too well if we were to do that right away again."Russell kissed Dylan while entering the shower, and then they washed each other. At some point, Dylan said:"We're fucking weirdos, doing this.""Figuratively and maybe literally. Depending on what you include in the definition of "fuck"."Dylan sighed at Russell's remark, but was happy for all that he had done to him; ever since he could remember, Russell had defended him and helped him through rough times. Still, he was not completely convinced if this all was real, he feared the he will wake up to find himself back at his dad's house, with another day of drunken madness ahead. Luckily for him, he was not dreaming. He had blown his brother, and he had done it back to him. He just wondered why he had not let this happen before. He had wanted it for so long, and Russell wanted it too. He thought he was silly when he asked for time to think, but decided that it is nothing to worry about anymore; he was living his dream now.