Basorexia

Bromance.

MAYSON -

“What the hell?” A loud voice entered the room. My body jumped, eyes whipping around to see who it was. I threw my body away from Tyler as fast as I could, terrified for Hunter to see us so close. I watched back and forth between Tyler and Hunter, waiting for one of them to say something. Hunter looked pissed. Rage painted over every inch of his body. His eyes were big, and his eyebrows flared, his mouth parted open, not sure what to say. Tyler gave me a wink, grinning big before rolling his eyes and turning back towards the show as if nothing had happened.

“Oh, morning Hunter.” Tyler said nonchalantly, scrolling through the show list. He quickly glanced at his brother, gave a wave, then looked back to the screen.

Hunter let out a loud grunt in annoyance before walking towards us. My pulse got faster, terrified of what was going to happen. Hunter had kicked my ass once before and that was at school with other people watching. Here he could do anything without anyone knowing. He shut off the television and stood just on the other side of the coffee table from Tyler; he had yet to look at me.

“Excuse you I was watching that.” Tyler spoke, throwing the remote to the side.

“I thought you were done with that.” His arms crossed over his chest and Tyler did the same with his. Wow, they really did look like brothers.

“Done being bisexual, you mean? Right? That is what you are referring to correct?” Tyler’s sarcasm only enraged Hunter more.

Suddenly, Hunters hands gripped onto Tyler’s shirt pulling him closer and up from his seat. Tyler retaliated, shoving Hunter away from him.

“Don’t put your hands on me!” He warned. Both of them got louder, almost trying to one up the other. They watched each other, waiting for one to make the first move. I quickly grabbed the blanket that had fallen to the floor and pulled it over me, though it would have given me no protection if a brawl did break out.

“You said you were done.” Hunter placed a finger in the center of Tyler’s chest, but Tyler did not move. “You said no more dudes.” Tyler chuckled, shaking his head at Hunter.

“I simply told you what you wanted to hear. So you would get off my back!” He screamed, pushing Hunter’s touch away. “New’s flash for you brother, I like it.”

“You really think playing with him is smart?” Hunter warned. Ouch.

“You think throwing a party with him here is smart?”

They stood there, staring at one another. It looked as though they were daring each other to speak. To say the next thing, make the next comment. The room was tense. Both of their bodies were locked up, flexing every muscle with anger. For a few minutes, time was frozen here. Eventually, Hunter was the one to step back like a wolf submitting to its alpha. Without knowing them for long, I knew it was rare for Hunter to back off first. They did not share another word as he grabbed his keys off the key ring and slammed the garage door behind him. I listened to the sound of the garage door opening, the car pulling out, and then the car zooming down the road until I could not hear it anymore. It wasn’t until it was silent that Tyler finally relaxed. Tyler just looked at me, his face emotionless; I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. I felt as though being here was only causing issues. Sure, it was my dad who technically put me here, but I didn’t want to drive a wedge between them. I stood up, grabbing my phone, and began to make my way upstairs. Tyler didn’t speak.

As I lay engulfed in the puffy white blankets, I continuously played the situation through my head. I needed to get out of the house for a bit, separated from everything. I scrolled through my phone until I landed on Leif’s contact and pressed facetime. It rang only twice before he answered. He was sitting in his bean bag and had a gamer headset over his head and a controller in his hand.

"Aye it's May bae," he said, his eyes still focused on the game. "No smart one, I'm talking to my bae, no one wants you" he responded to someone on his headset.

Sighing, I waited for him to finish the game. "So, you're still at the twins house?" he asked moving to sit on his bed.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I still be here? My dad and his girlfriend did, in some way, just ditch me here and flee" I laughed scratching my head.

"Well, considering you hooked up with the blonde one, I was assuming you'd be on my couch by now". He teased.

“We didn’t hook up Leif!” I quickly defended, with red cheeks. “Although Hunter did catch Tyler and I pretty close a minute ago so I wouldn't be surprised if I do get kicked out in the next twenty-four hours." I said moving so my back was against the headboard.

"Whoa, what'd you do?" he asked, turning all his attention towards me. Replaying the event in my head my jeans tighten slightly. I had to take a second to calm myself. Last thing I needed was a raging hard-on while Tyler was still downstairs.

"Are you home alone?" I asked as I got up to find a new outfit. He gave me a nod and a simple uh-huh before I hung up. Leif’s family liked me so I was free to visit as I pleased. His family actually really liked me and Leif and I have known each other for a long time. A while back, Leif’s mom was actually hell-bent on getting us two to date since we were always together. She would never take ‘we’re just friends’ for an answer. After constant persistence, we told her we were friends with benefits. She hasn’t asked since. I threw on a white T-shirt and some black shorts before making my way downstairs, being careful of where I stepped. My foot was still sore, but I was no longer limping. Tyler had moved to the kitchen table, typing away on his laptop. He raised an eyebrow towards me, surprised to see me fully dressed.

“I’ll be back.” I told him simply, before leaving out the front door before he could ask me any more questions.

It was about a ten-minute walk to the school then twenty from the school to his house. I tried to walk fast to avoid any and all familiar faces around the school. It wasn’t uncommon for sports teams to meet at school on the weekend to practice or play dirty games. With dirty games, no rules were the only rules. As I got to the yellow front door, I pulled the spare key Leif had made for me and opened the door, walking straight into Levi's house and upstairs into his room.

"Are you just going to sit there and let me die or help me?" he said loudly, throwing a controller towards me.

"Aye, I would never leave a soldier to die!" I laughed joining into his game. Leif became a professional gamer at only seventeen. He held records for longest kill streak, longest time without dying, longest all-nighters without gaming pauses, and many more. He still went to university but made money as a full-time video game streamer and playing in competitions. What was amazing about all of it was that he was still absolutely ripped and played on the varsity baseball team.

"Dude that was such a cheat!" I screamed at him as Levi rolled on the floor laughing. It turned out he was playing me on, making me believe I was going to win until he struck me down at the last minute. I played on the spare set-up he had of all his old gear on the opposite side of the room from him.

"I don’t cheat!" he shouted between his laughs "You just make it too fun to beat you!" he laughed. Huffing in anger I threw myself on top of him, pinning him to the floor, but his evil smirk told me I had made a mistake. With one simple motion, he was able to flip me and pin my wrists above my head straddling my waist. Leif was shorter like me, but strong like the brothers.

"I-" he started, leaning his face closer to mine. "Don't-" he bit his lip, gripping my wrists tighter. "Cheat," he said before pressing his lips to mine. Between work or personal life, we would relieve one another when we needed it, then go back to our regular friendship. We called it our bromance. When we did get physical, there were no doubt intimate moments and times we said the L word, but we always knew it was just in the heat of the moment. We had a mutual agreement that when we do get into relationships, we will pause all the bromance and strictly be friends. I cared about Leif because he had been through a lot with me in the past. He was always there when I needed someone to talk to and didn’t make me feel wrong about what I was thinking.

We didn’t go to the same school, although it would’ve been nice. Leif attends a high-end basketball program school about forty minutes away. If our basketball team didn’t suck, Leif would’ve gone to the same school as me. It would’ve been nice to have one gay friend. He didn’t exactly have a rainbow flag around his waist or the ‘gay boy’ look, but he would kiss and flirt with a guy when he felt like it. It was always entertaining to watch girls’ reactions when Leif would turn them down by kissing a guy. Usually that guy was me. Leif was one of the most ‘straight-looking’ gays I had ever met. He had to constantly remind me the first year we met that he was indeed gay and wasn’t messing with me. The convincing thing was where s*x came into the picture between us.

Leif dragged his tongue across my bottom lip, biting and pulling slightly before releasing it. I groaned softly, feeling his cold hands against my sides as he pushed up my shirt. I quickly pulled it up over my head and threw it across the room as he messed with my belt. Without any struggle, he undid it, pulling it from under me and tossing it in the same direction as my shirt. I could feel his growing arousal as he pushed his bottom half into mine. It had been quite a while since we last hooked up and, from the feeling of it, we both needed it.

"Admit it" he whispered, gripping tighter on my hips as he pressed himself against me once more. There was no doubt in my mind he didn’t mind if he had left bruises.

"What-" I grunted, not listening to what he had said.

He traced his tongue along my jawline, sucking on the skin just below my ear. I wasn’t worried about him leaving any marks. We knew to ask one another if it was okay in case we had any plans coming up where we needed to be clean. One time, I didn’t ask before leaving a hickey on his neck and Leif got flooded with questions about it at his next game. A whine escaped my lips from the pleasurable pain as I felt his chilly hand cup the heat between my legs. "Admit that I don't cheat." he said, undoing the button on my jeans.

"You d-" the shiver that passed through my body cut me off.

“Say it.” He demanded.

“You don’t cheat.” I choked out, slamming my lips into his. My mind flashed back to Tyler. Like a wave of memories, I had somehow forgotten coming back to me all at once. It felt different when we kissed. Excitement and lust had washed over me all at once. I craved him, I needed him. He controlled my body with such power, picking me up without any struggle. The look in his eyes told me to give into him, to give him whatever he wanted without any questions. Leif’s kiss was different. It was needy and only there to sooth a craving. I wasn’t upset about it because I needed it too. But it wasn’t the same way I needed Tyler.

Leif stripped himself down to his spandex, taking a break to press his lips against mine once more. We fought one another for dominance, although most of the time Leif would win. Rolling around the floor, demanding the other to stay on the bottom. Suddenly, we both stopped. The phone downstairs rang. I looked at Leif, begging him to ignore it without saying anything. He chuckled, climbing to his feet.

“Don’t go nowhere,” he said, his eyes scanning over me as I laid beneath him. His hand disappeared beneath the band of his spandex, touching himself as he stared at me “I’m not done with you.”

I stretched out my body, listening to some of my joint's pop from the good stretch. My bottom half was throbbing, but I attempted to calm myself with distractions. I got to my feet and began to search around the room for my phone. I wanted to see if Tyler had texted me.

“Mayson!” I heard Leif scream from downstairs. I threw on my shirt and ran to the stairs, seeing Leif standing at the bottom with the phone in his hand.

“It’s Jayson... something happened.”