DON'T CALL ME BROTHER

Chapter 1 Noah’s hand hovered over the waistband of his sweatpants, hesitating. His chest thumped harder than he wanted it to. God, he was wound up, his d**k ached so bad. The escort he’d ordered should have been here by now. Every second ticked slowly and sharply, slicing at his nerves. “f**k,” he muttered under his breath, jerking his head back against the pillow. His other hand pressed against his forehead, gripping his hair, he didn’t even realize he was tugging. The room felt too small, too warm. Too silent. The phone in his hand buzzed, and he picked it up expecting some kind of explanation from the app where he had ordered a male escort. Expecting maybe an excuse or at least an apology, but instead it was a notification from a useless app on his phone, he threw the phone on the bed in anger. “f**k geez,” he muttered, his hands wiped down his face in frustration. The aching between his legs reminded him of what he needed at the moment. His d**k was hard and stretched, veins popping along and across his big long d**k. A subtle ache in his stomach made him hiss in frustration, he really needed to f**k, and the stupid app was taking too long to send someone over. “f**k…” he muttered under his breath, “I shouldn't have come on this goddamn vacation." He said to the empty room his hands were still hovering over the phone. Their family always goes on an annual family vacation where everyone pretends that they are happy even though they are not. I should have made up an excuse or something, he thought. He pushed himself off the bed, pacing. Footsteps thudded against the carpet like a drum, echoing the rhythm of his pulse. He stopped at the door, leaned out a fraction, just to peek down the hallway. Empty. Of course. “f*****g unprofessionals”. He walked back into the room in anger, leaving the door slightly open. Back inside, he let his shirt slip off, tossing it onto the floor without care. He winced slightly at the ache of his d**k in his pants. The phone went next, sliding beside it with a soft thump. He sank onto the bed, fingers running over the fabric of his sweatpants. Then, finally, he gave in, letting his hand move against his skin, his d**k sprang free, his hand stroked on his d**k, his head tilted back slightly, a little groan escaping his lips as he stroked himself. A soft exhalation escaped him, sharp and tense, like he was trying to release the knot in his chest. Across Noah's room, Kai walked out with a bottle of water in his hands. He needed fresh air and decided to go out for some. Tomorrow he is going to be introduced to the family, people whom he's never seen before, but he is now going to call them family. Are they going to like him or hate him? He doesn't know yet, but he definitely doesn't want to be hated. As he opened his door, he noticed the room opposite him had left the door open. Oh…probably a mistake. I should probably let them know, he thought as he crossed the hallway to the room opposite him. He poked his head in slightly, eyes searching for whoever was in the room. His eyes settled on the bed and the sight in front of him made him gasp a little. There was a man inside, brown hair was the only thing he could see. The man was stroking himself, and Kai's d**k hardened at the sight. “What the f**k?” Kai muttered. He could have at least closed the door, Kai thought, trying to move, but somehow his legs stayed stuck to the ground, his eyes following the hand stroke of the man inside. His own d**k ached at the sight, his pants suddenly became tighter as his d**k stretched in size. Noah noticed a shadow in the doorway and paused for a bit, thinking he was just assuming things, but the shadow was still there. He finally stood up and made his way to the door ready to yell at the stupid ass escort. A boy who seemed to be in his early twenties stood there, gripping a water bottle so tight his knuckles whitened. Just standing. Staring. Kai couldn't speak, he reprimanded himself in his head, “God, you should have just left when you had the chance to, now he is going to think you're a pervert.” Noah stared at the kid in front of him and cleared his throat. “You plan on staying there all day?” Noah said, his voice cold and sharp. “You’re late.” Kai blinked, tilting his head slightly to meet the gaze of the towering man in front of him. Kai saw him clearly now. The man was standing in front of him with his hands crossed against his chest, he had brown eyes and his brown hair was a little messy, probably from whatever Kai had just caught him doing. “What…?” Noah didn’t answer. He shifted, chest heaving, hand retreating from his pants but not entirely. The kid was looking at him. s**t, was he really looking at him? He gestured toward the inside. “Close the door and come in.” Kai’s hesitation screamed in his wide eyes. He raised a hand, faltering. “I… I think…” Noah’s patience snapped just enough. “Close the damn door.” Kai stepped back, fumbling with the door before finally slamming it shut. His pulse was racing too. Noah could hear it. He could hear it. And that only made Noah smirk slightly. Then Noah stood, approaching the kid like a predator and a teacher rolled into one. Kai’s throat moved nervously. He couldn’t speak. Not that he tried. The man in front of him was intimidating. He felt like he could get punished just for speaking. “Strip,” Noah said, calm, sharp. Kai’s stomach dropped. “…what?” Noah didn’t flinch. “Shirt off.” Why is he acting like he doesn't know what the hell I am talking about? Noah thought. All this innocent act is really not a problem for me, though I enjoy it. Kai’s hands hovered at the hem of his shirt. He wanted to run. He wanted to argue. But the way Noah was watching, the tilt of his head, the subtle strength in his stance, made Kai’s legs stick to the floor. He couldn't help but listen to the stranger. Noah reached out, snatched the water bottle from Kai’s hand, and set it aside with deliberate slowness. Kai’s fingers stayed suspended, empty air, awkward. “You could have just come in, instead of watching me trying to pleasure myself because you decided to come damn late,” Noah said. Kai choked on his breath. “I wasn’t…” What the hell was this man talking about? Wait…is he a pervert? No, no, he looked too good to be a pervert, Kai thought, trying to make sense of whatever the man in front of him was saying. “Yes you were,” Noah said, stepping closer. Each movement was precise. Measured. “I saw you.” Kai’s eyes flicked down involuntarily. His chest burned, stomach twisting. He didn’t want to be here. And yet, he couldn’t look away. What is he talking about? Kai thought. Noah’s hand moved to Kai’s jaw, tilted his face up. They made eye contact, Noah's gaze was burning, sharp. Kai swallowed, his breath caught, heart thundering. Noah's other hand moved over Kai's sweatpants, stopping at his hardened d**k. “You’re already hard,” Noah muttered. Kai’s cheeks heated. “… I’m not…” Fuck…what have I gotten myself into? Noah’s grip tightened slightly, firm but not cruel. Kai’s protest dissolved before it even formed. “Pants, too.” Kai’s hands trembled. Hesitated. Noah was close, so close he could feel the warmth radiating off him. One step, two steps. No escape. Kai’s fingers grazed the waistband and paused. He could feel the tension pressing from Noah like a weight. And then, slowly, he pushed them down. Step back. Step out. Kick them aside. “Good,” Noah breathed out. Kai didn’t speak. Couldn’t. His heart was beating too loudly, his pulse was too fast. His stomach churned. His mind was empty and sharp all at once, aware of every movement Noah made, every tilt of his gaze, every inhale and exhale. Noah’s eyes followed him, dark and unyielding. Kai wanted to look away but couldn’t. His body betrayed him, leaning closer before his mind caught up. “I think you’ve made a mistake,” Kai whispered, his voice barely above a breath. Noah’s lips twitched. “You came to the right room.” Kai blinked. Opened his mouth. Closed it. Words failed. Noah walked to the couch and picked up his tie from the couch, “You came late,” he said. “I don't appreciate lateness, so I will teach you a lesson you will never forget by f*****g you so hard you'd barely be able to sit.”