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SUNDAY
It's not like Jon planned on sleeping in, that wasn't something he normally did anyway - he usually had morning classes so he was in the habit of getting up early. Plus, he was picking Jim up from the hospital today. He needed to be up, showered and dressed in time to be there by Noon.
"Jonathan, did you want breakfast this morning?" Mom asked from the kitchen "I can put something together quickly."
"No thanks, but I appreciate the offer. I'm just gonna grab some donuts and coffee before I pick up Jon"
Mom came out of the kitchen "are you sure they're releasing him today" she was concerned. "He might be really injured and they'll keep him again."
Jon smiled at her weakly. It was Jim, of course she was concerned. He couldn't help but wonder if she'd be this on edge if it was him.
"Yeah, he was only in for observation, if everything is OK he'll be released." Jon reassured her.
Jon got into Jim's truck. He glanced at his phone to double check the time. Rayna should be at work by now, maybe he'd swing by Jim's place first and pack up some of his things - he could be in and out of there in no time. He backed the truck out the driveway and headed for the expressway. It's just a few minute drive from his Mother's house to Jim's apartment.
Using Jim's key, Jon let himself in. He looked around - It was a half decent place obviously decorated by Rayna. Knowing the little bit he did about his Brother, he'd never be able to put an apartment together. Jon looked through closets until he found a couple duffle bags and a suitcase. More than enough to bring Jim some changes of clothing. He made sure to grab some of what Jon assumed were work clothes too and put them in a bag as well. Suspecting he'd be at Mom's a little longer than he originally let on, he'd need something for job sites. In all reality, he didn't take that much for Rayna to even notice he wasn't coming back for a while.
Considering he told their Mother Rayna kicked him out, Jim certainly didn't act like he cared. It looked like he was leaving on his own one way or another.
Jon put the suitcases in the bed of the truck, covered them with a tarp he found behind the seats, and made his way to the hospital. He found a space in the parking garage, took one of the duffle bags, and headed upstairs to Jim's room.
He was sitting in a chair, still in a hospital gown, waiting for Jon and his clothes.
"They said as soon as the doctor signs me out I can leave" Jim told Jon "so I guess I'll get dressed."
Jon gathered up Jim's uniform and cleats, everything he was wearing when he was brought in. The emergency room staff had cut off his t-shirt, but thoughtfully spared his jersey.
Jon handed him the bag - sneakers, socks, jeans and a t-shirt - for him to change into. Jon stood looking out the window. Sure, the two had done some intense sexual things the last few days, but he still wanted to give Jim a little privacy to change.
"Can you undo the tie on the back of this hospital gown for me?" Jim asked "It's hard to do when I can't see it."
Jon turned from the window and undid the knot. Jim slipped the gown off, standing naked in front him. Jon felt his cock stir again. Fuck, he thought to himself, everything they've done and he's still horny for his brother? What more did he want?
"How are you feeling by the way? how's your chest?" Jon asked "do you feel OK to leave"
"It's sore... kinda like a line drive baseball was slammed into me" he laughed.
Jim bent over to put on his socks, pointing his perfect white ass at Jon - the skin much lighter because it wasn't tanned. It was round, firm and plump - a genuine bubble butt. Jon could see Jim's crack spread open wide, a sparse covering of light brown hair camouflaging his Brother's virgin hole. Damn, he wanted to bury his face in there and work his tongue around that untouched glory. Jon swore Jim was teasing him on purpose. Slipping on the rest of his clothes it seemed Jim flexed every muscle of his body as he dressed.
Jon took his Brother's uniform and cleats and stuffed them into the now empty duffel bag.
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Jim eventually signed his paperwork and the two walked down the hospital halls, through the front doors, and to the parking garage. Jim dropped the duffle bag with his uniform in the truck bed, sliding it under the tarp.
"Can we stop and pick up some REAL food?" Jim asked "not that I didn't love being served breakfast in bed, but the food was awful."
Jon laughed "yeah, not a problem. What do you want?"
"Hoagies" Jim answered enthusiastically "I'm hungry for something with a lot of meat."
OK, he has to know what he's doing, this can't be a coincidence. Is he trying to be flirty or is he just being an asshole? There was a time Jon would automatically assume asshole - but now he wasn't really sure anymore.
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Jon drove, heading back to the house.
"So, I answered questions for you - would you do the same for me?" Jon asked Jim. "Fair is fair."
Jim gulped, "I'm sure I'm going to regret this, but go ahead."
"Well, when I got you off Friday night... you seemed repulsed when I kissed you" Jon looked at Jim "what's that all about?"
Jim lowered his head, a combination of embarrassed and annoyed "I don't kiss guys, especially my own Brother."
"Okaaaay" Jon said "so you'll do everything we've done, but you won't kiss me?"
"Everything that happened between us you did... you did to me!" Jon protested "I didn't do anything to you!"
Jim was uncomfortably shifting in his seat "Look, you wouldn't understand. If I kissed guys - if I kissed you... Jon, that would make me..."
It was almost like a switch was flipped in Jon's head "Jim, you do understand kissing a guy doesn't make you gay, right?"
Jim sat silently looking out the passenger side window as Jon drove.
"Look at me... you understand that right? You kissing a guy doesn't make you any more gay than me kissing... I don't know... kissing Rayna, makes me straight."
Jim slumped down in his seat, the seatbelt almost around his throat.
Then it clicked
"I'm not the first guy you've been with, am I?" Jon asked, surprise in his voice.
Jim sat up, looked at Jon, and returned to looking out the window - Jon could see tears in his eyes.
"It's OK. It really is. You don't have to tell me about it. Just know you always can."
Once again, Jon thought, he could put his hate on pause. His Brother was obviously going through some kind of shit. He couldn't relate to being torn between men and women, but he did understand the confused feelings he had when he came out.
"Can I ask my second question now?" Jon playfully poked his Brother on his shoulder "after all, you got two questions." He followed it by rubbing Jim's forearm, trying to comfort him.
"No, cuz you're just going to ask me something I can't answer - so what's the point?"
"Alright. That's fine. Be that way." Jon turned his head to the left, facing towards the window, a fake, mocking hurt tone in his voice. Jim couldn't help but laugh, their Father would do the same thing - in the same tone - if he asked them something about their day and received only a grunt of indifference.
"Fine... FINE" Jim laughed. "What else?"
Jon jokingly rubbed his chin like he was pondering an age old question.
"Who was he... or is he... this man who has you all confused?" Jon was treating this question seriously "How did you meet?"
"That's two questions" Jim's eyes drilled through him, a nervous smile slowly building on his face "pick one."
Jon could see Jim was uncomfortable, but he sensed there was something he wanted to say.
"Well, if I have to pick, I'll take "Who Is He for $500, Alex?" Jon playfully asked. He couldn't imagine how difficult this was for his Brother to think about... or talk about.
"Understand your THE ONLY person who knows anything about this... about him..." Jim took a deep breath, exhaling nervously "oh my god."
Jon fought off the urge to reach out to comfort him, he knew that wouldn't put Jim at ease. All his life Jon was envious - as he got older he realized it was actually jealousy - of Jim. He had spent his entire life on a pendulum of feelings when it came to his Brother - swinging between idolizing or just despising.
"His name is Levi, we play soccer together" Jim spit it out very fast... like the quicker he said it the less importance it would have.
Jim didn't realize - or maybe he had - he just answered both Jon's questions.
Jon kept going "So, do you like him?... Does he like you?" Jon was being playful.
"It's not like that! We're both straight!! He's just someone, I mean, we just spend time together. Man, why do you have to make it like that?" Jim was not in the mood for playful.
"Jim, my god, I'm not trying to make it anything" Jon glanced over at him while he drove "if he's someone important to you - and obviously he is - I'm just curious. That's all, nothing more."
"We'll, don't be. This is why we both don't want anyone to know"
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Jon parked the truck back in the driveway. Jim made a beeline to the house, slamming the door to the family room. Jon grabbed the suitcase and duffle bags from the back of the truck and brought them inside. He set them down just outside the family room door, making a few light taps, telling Jim he brought his bags in. There was no reply, but Jon didn't expect there to be.
Mom came in the back door "where's Jim? I want to see how he is."
"Oh, he had a headache" Jon lied "he want downstairs to rest a little."
"Is he OK? Did he come home too soon?
"No, I just think after laying still in the hospital for two days, being up and moving around was more than he expected."
Jon hated lying to his Mother, but nothing he and his Brother discussed were his to talk about. In all honesty, Jon wasn't really sure what this even was. Could his Brother just be curious? Was he Bi? Was he Gay? No matter what it was, Jim couldn't work through his issues alone. Jon refused to let Jim suffer like he did.
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The house was quiet... nothing going on outside in this typical suburban neighborhood either.
Ding, ding. Ding, ding. Jon was laying in bed, his back to the nightstand - awakened by the sound of a text coming through his phone. He rolled over and checked his cell, finding the message was from Jim... sleeping three floors down.
*are you awake?
Seriously? Jon thought
