Aaron comes to him at night, all naked and pale and slim
like Nick used to be, and begs Nick to fuck him. His body is pure white in the
moonlight, unblemished and perfect.
When Nick refuses, he slides under the bedcovers like a
snake, draping himself and rubbing his body against Nick’s, slick and hot and
tempting. All that soft babyskin, heated like no kid’s should be. Nick pretends
not to feel Aaron’s dick hard against him.
Aaron never, ever gives up.
“Why not.”
“Go to sleep.”
“No, Nick. Why not?”
“You know why not. Now go to sleep.”
“No.” Even though its dark, Nick knows the look that
accompanies that tone of voice. Set jaw, narrowed eyes, that cute little pouting
mouth. “I don’t know why. Tell me.” Voice low now, accompanied by a nuzzle
against Nick’s neck.
Nick squeezes his eyes shut, even though he can’t see it.
Takes a deep breath. “I’m your big brother. Its just…its not right,
Aaron.”
“Our whole fucking lives aren’t right.”
“Don’t try to make this into a metaphor,” Nick says,
rolling his eyes, but he holds Aaron a little tighter.
“You don’t even know what a metaphor is,” Aaron grumbles
into Nick’s neck. So smug and so fucking cute in his “superior” intellect. Nick
doesn’t want to tell him that they’ve just learned different things, and that
Nick used to dream about college when he was Aaron’s age, too. Can’t tell. Won’t
tell.
“Shut up. Its against the law.”
Aaron twists in Nick’s arms to look at him, bracing his
arms on Nick’s chest. “That’s just so brothers and sisters don’t have, like,
freakish babies or something. We’re boys.” Hot breath against Nick’s lips,
both of them nose to nose now, a whisper apart. “I won’t get pregnant if you
come in me.”
Nick doesn’t even try to hide his shudder. “No. Just—no.
You’re thirteen.”
“Fourteen.”
“Still. Just a—”
“Don’t fucking call me a kid, Nicky.” The voice is no
longer that of a frustrated kid, but of a thoroughly pissed off…man-child. Nick
had forgotten how the kid button always set Aaron off, but somehow this makes it
easier to deal with. Aaron seems less like a child when he’s hissing obscenities
and bristling like an offended cat. “I’m not and you know it. I’m fourteen and
screwed up and I feel old—” His voice almost breaks, but he covers it
with a knowing smirk. “You were never a kid, either. And I know about you and
Brian. You were my age then.”
Nick freezes. Shuts his eyes and just breathes, breathes in
the sweet smell of Aaron’s shampoo mixed with his musky boy smell. Finally
speaks to say, “Yeah. Okay, yeah. But I can’t. I’m supposed to take care of you,
and I can’t do that to you. Let Dad—”
“Ew!”
Nick throws him a disgusted look. “Not like that. Ew. I
just mean, let them fuck you up, because I can’t stop it, but I’m not going to
help. I won’t let that happen to you.” Like it happened to me rings
through the room just as loudly as if it had been said.
“Nicky.” Aaron cups Nick’s jaw, turns his head so that Nick
has to look at him. His eyes are wide and awake and so fucking tired that it
hurts. He looks old, jaded, the way Nick knows he feels. “If you do it, it won’t
make me any worse than I am. It won’t.”
Nick shakes his head. Closes his eyes so he wont have to
see all that knowledge. “I won’t corrupt you. I can’t do that to you.” He
doesn’t know who he’s trying to convince, Aaron or himself.
“Nicky…” Aaron reaches down. Wraps Nick’s hand around his
cock. “Nicky, I’m already corrupt.”
Nick can’t disagree. Just shudders in a breath and strokes,
pets, loves.
If Aaron can’t feel like he’s pure, at least he can feel
good.
THE END