Give it a try?

What i just did, damn it...

They entered the kitchen together, avoiding eye contact. They sat at the table, side by side, while their parents sat across from them.

"Noah, where did you go?" Mari asked as she served food onto the boys' plates.

"I went to wake him up," Noah pointed at Lucas with a smile, "but one of my friends called. Everything’s fine," he replied calmly.

"Got it," Mari smiled and started eating. No one spoke during the meal except Sejun, who occasionally asked questions, and the boys answered.

"Noah, son, what have you decided to do after graduating from university?" Sejun asked while eating.

"Well, Dad..." Noah began to answer. Everyone listened attentively, except Lucas, whose mind was elsewhere. He smirked, glancing at Noah, who was enthusiastically talking, then looked at their parents. Realizing no one was watching him, he placed his hand on Noah’s leg. He felt Noah’s thigh tense up. Smirking, Lucas began to stroke higher, toward Noah’s growing d**k, which was already visible... Lucas ate with one hand while continuing his task with the other. Noah’s ears turned red, his hands and legs trembled slightly, but he kept talking to his father.

"Faster," Noah blurted out, then, seeing his parents' faces and realizing what he’d said, quickly corrected himself, "I mean, I wish this year would pass faster. I’m tired of classes..." He was struggling to breathe, but Lucas wasn’t in a hurry to stop. On the contrary, he started moving his fingers faster... After a few strokes, Lucas felt his fingers getting wet—of course, Noah hadn’t had time to put on underwear... Noah finished, making a small, tense movement...

"Noah?" both parents asked at the same time, "Are you okay?"

"Excuse me for a moment, I need to step out," Noah stood up and quickly left, cursing Lucas in his mind and vowing revenge. Lucas, who was barely holding back laughter...

"What’s wrong with him?" Mari asked anxiously.

"Probably a backache," Lucas said, then burst out laughing...

A month passed. A month where every day was another moment of madness and indulgence for the brothers. They had narrowly escaped embarrassment in front of their parents several times (like when their father found them half-naked in Noah’s room, or when Lucas stood in front of Noah in just his underwear while Noah was watching TV, and Noah pulled him onto his lap but quickly laid him on the couch and started hitting him with a pillow when their mom walked in... The most foolish and embarrassing incident happened at the cinema, when Noah decided to get revenge on Lucas and slipped his hand into Lucas’s pants during the movie, forcing him to finish just as the lights came on. Sejun, sitting next to Noah, noticed his hand, but the brothers managed to explain it away and make sure their parents didn’t suspect anything...). In short...

Despite all this, Noah found himself thinking about Lucas for hours. These thoughts hadn’t existed before, but now they consumed him every second... He thought about every moment spent with Lucas, his body, his voice, his smile, his behavior—everything about the younger one... > Even thinking about it felt disgusting because how, how could he let this happen? How could he be so weak?

> Noah thought one day when he was alone. He smirked, rubbed his face with his hands, and fell onto the bed, closing his eyes. > He promised himself he’d never touch Lucas again, but he broke that promise the very same night when Lucas entered his room, locked the door, and leaned over Noah, kissing him... How could he resist? Damn it... That night, Noah finally gave in and let Lucas take the lead... My God, it felt so good. After that passionate night, Noah promised Lucas he’d let him take the lead more often because Noah also enjoyed being passive.

Days passed, and Noah became more and more convinced that he loved Lucas. His doubts disappeared completely when he saw Lucas kissing a girl at a club... What he felt at that moment was unbearable—jealousy. His heart was breaking into pieces. He hated himself for feeling this way, for being so weak, but it was too late... After kissing the girl, Lucas approached Noah and sat beside him, placing his hand on Noah’s leg. Noah gave him a sharp look, pushed his hand away, stood up, and left the club. He started walking. Lucas, confused, left money on the table and followed his brother. He found Noah on the other side of the street, smoking.

"Since when do you smoke?" Lucas asked, standing beside him.

"That’s none of your business."

"What’s wrong, Noah?" Lucas turned and looked into his eyes. "You were fine before we went to the club."

"Let’s end this," Noah said, throwing the cigarette on the ground and stomping on it. "Let’s end this madness, Lucas."

"What?" Lucas was genuinely surprised. "Noah, are you okay? Did something change? Is there someone else? Are you in love?" He didn’t even understand why he asked that.

"Yes," Noah whispered, avoiding his gaze. Lucas didn’t understand why, but hearing that made him feel terrible, as if something inside him had shattered. He pressed his lips together and nodded.

"Okay," he whispered, "whatever you want, Noah." He turned and walked back to the club, leaving Noah alone.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it," Noah muttered, punching the wall in anger, again and again... His hands were bleeding, but he didn’t care. He felt no pain, only the emptiness Lucas had left behind...

"Damn you, Lucas," he said and started walking in the opposite direction of the club, not knowing where he was going... How... How did this happen? Why did it happen... How did they reach this point? Why did they do this... His heart wanted to run back to the club, hug his brother, and never let go, but his brain and feet carried him in the opposite direction... Toward uncertainty...