Give it a try?

What is wrong with me..

The next morning, the brothers woke up with a terrible headache. Lucas was the first to get up and head straight to the kitchen. It was already noon, and it was obvious that their parents had left for work long ago. When he entered the kitchen, he saw Noah sitting at the table, holding his head.

"Good morning, drunkard."

Noah lifted his head and gave his younger brother a tired look.

"Good morning, idiot."

Lucas smirked, filled a glass with water, and emptied it in a few gulps. Then, he started opening and closing the cabinets, but after failing to find what he was looking for, he silently sat across from Noah.

Noah reached into his pocket, pulled out a painkiller, and literally threw it at Lucas, who was already used to such treatment (and never hesitated to respond in kind).

"Do you remember anything from last night?" Lucas asked after swallowing the pill and drinking some water.

"I kissed someone last night," Noah said, looking at his brother.

"You kiss someone every day," Lucas smirked.

"A guy..."

Lucas’ mouth fell open in shock.

"Bro, I told you to... wait a minute. What? What do you mean a guy?"

"No, dammit, don’t say stupid things," Noah groaned.

"So..."

"I don’t know. Maybe it was just the alcohol. I don’t even remember his face. I only know he was one of James’ friends," Noah said as he stood up, grabbed a juice from the fridge, and sat back down. He poured the juice into two glasses. Lucas reached out to grab one, but Noah held onto one glass tightly while drinking from the other.

Lucas rolled his eyes and shook the table hard enough for the juice to spill all over Noah’s white shirt.

"Lucas, do you have a death wish?" Noah growled.

"Nope," Lucas pretended to think. "Hmm, maybe in like… 70 years?"

"Oh wow, such big dreams," Noah scoffed.

He stood up and pulled off his shirt in one swift motion. Lucas, without meaning to, found himself staring at his brother’s toned muscles and golden skin.

"Hey, don’t look at me like that," Noah smirked.

"And how exactly am I looking at you?" Lucas asked, snapping out of it and locking eyes with his brother.

"Like you want to assault me," Noah teased.

Lucas stood up, flipped his brother off (which had practically become a tradition by now), and walked to his room.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Lucas…?”