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Release Date: 15 January, 2016
Famous On The Internet: Book One
Fighting his relentless love for Trevor, the guy he was raised to consider his brother, has been Tristan’s mission in life.
To distance himself from Trevor, even after discovering they weren’t really related, he left for college at sixteen. Moving into the city, building a new life, and running an anonymous blog about what he considers sick, twisted feelings might make Tristan famous on the Internet, but it isn’t enough to get over his obsession. Every time he goes home, a quick glance at Trevor brings it all flooding back.
When commitment-phobe Trevor announces he’s got a serious boyfriend during one of Tristan’s rare visits home, the adoring kid brother will be forced to run once again. This time, however, Trevor doesn’t stand back and watch him leave.
Instead, he follows him, making it nigh on impossible for Tristan to keep his love a secret for much longer.
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I HIT THE heels of my hands on the steering wheel till they were red and swollen. It didn’t do much to make the car work, but at least it helped me release some of my frustration and anger. I hated driving home. I loved my parents, and gods knew I loved my brother, but having to go there to spend time with them was always a chore. Hours, or worse, days, of pretending I was a good son and brother, when I was nothing but a dirty little boy who should be disinherited.
I sighed and pushed open my door, taking long steps to the front of the car to look under the hood. Of course I had no idea what was wrong, but it didn’t hurt to look, did it? Maybe I’d find a nice little card in there, telling me to yank a cable or screw something tighter, and then the car would fucking work. No card. Surprise!
My shoulders slumped, and I leaned against the now-closed hood and pulled out my phone. I called John’s, the town’s go-to shop for all vehicular troubles, hoping it would all be an easy fix. In case it wasn’t, I also called my dad, who promised to come pick me up. Knowing how things at John’s worked, and that he was a mile from my parents’ house, my dad was going to keep me company till they came to tow the waste of steel, plastic, and gas that was my shitty car.
The heat was beyond scorching levels, so I went back to the driver’s seat and closed the doors, hoping the heat wouldn’t be as bad inside. I’d had the dumb luck of pulling over under a big tree that cast a lot of shadow. I took a few deep breaths, trying my best to regain some semblance of a zen state; otherwise, I knew I’d have a breakdown before the weekend was over. Deep down, I hated my mom’s birthday. An early August weekend spent at home meant my brother prancing about wearing nothing but very tight shorts, always hunting for some new piece of ass. I couldn’t bring myself to let her down though. Not when I’d missed Easter and my own birthday weekend.
As I slouched in my seat, barely visible over the steering wheel, I saw a strange bike pass by, make an illegal U-turn, and pull in behind me. Oh fuck, no! This couldn’t be. I slid further down into my seat, but my head turned without my saying so, my eyes glued to the image in the mirror. Strong thighs carried an impressive, jean-clad package closer to me. I could tell my brother’s package from thousands. I’d been lusting after that particular cock since I was ten. I knew every vein, every ridge, every shade that had ever adorned it. I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose. Sweet gods of brotherly love, keep me in one piece. I wasn’t supposed to see him till tonight. He was working or something; I didn’t know what. I never paid attention to Mom’s chatter.
“Hey, Trist. What do you think? Are they going to revive her this time?” His warm yet teasing voice washed over me, sending shivers up and down my body. Eight fucking months since I’d seen him last and this was how much I’d evolved. Less than a minute and I was already losing my shit.
“Trevor, what the fuck are you doing here? I thought Dad was going to pick me up.” I cringed at the harshness of my tone and felt more than heard his gasp. I was so attuned to how my brother reacted, I could have guessed every little gesture he’d make to respond to absolutely everything.
“Wow, Trist, aren’t you happy to see me,” he said in a barely audible whisper.
I pushed myself to look at him and gave him an apologetic smile. Taking in those dark eyes, the high, angular cheekbones, the olive, flawless skin, and the full, dark red lips with their natural pout, I sighed and wondered how exactly I was going to be here for the next three nights and not go completely off my rocker.
“Sorry, Trev. I’m tired, this car’s shit, and Dad said—”
“Don’t sweat it.”
He cut me off harshly, waving a hand. I’d hurt his feelings, I knew. Ever since I’d fled to college, I’d been giving my brother the cold shoulder. It was hard at first as we’d always been close, but the more time passed, the better I became at it.
“Come on, get in. It’s hot as hell out there.”
To my relief, he nodded and walked around to the passenger seat. He got in with that annoying grace of his which was unfathomable coming from someone who’d never been involved in any activity that would explain such a trait. Quite the contrary, he’d always played on the bad boy side, loud and threatening, getting himself into trouble more often than not.
Trevor winked and smiled, but it never reached his eyes. I swore under my breath and let my head fall forward, squeezing my own eyes shut. I was such a bastard. It wasn’t his fault I was a deviant. I should grow some balls and stop punishing him for it. All of a sudden, I was yanked to the side, and before I realized what was going on, my hands were locked around his waist and my face buried in the crook of his neck while he hugged me fiercely.
Oh, shit! I held my breath for as long as I could, but then my lungs won the fight. His scent hit me, causing me to whimper and shudder, and making my cock painfully hard.
“I know you always wanted to get out of here and you’re trying so hard to stay away. Showing you still love us won’t trap you in this town, little brother.”
Trevor had it all so wrong. He thought it was the town and life here that I was running away from. It wasn’t though; I was running from my twisted, perverted self. The more I stuck around him, the more I justified my urges. We weren’t related, not really. There was no blood connection. I was not a monster for loving him. It was all bullshit though. Not only had we been raised as siblings, Trevor had never shown any such interest in me. So the farther away I was, the less inclined I became to break down and tell him what I wanted. What I’d always wanted. What would be the point of that? I knew he’d reject me. I’d be selfish and force him to completely lose his little brother.
Despite the steady coaching, my body refused to comply, and I clung to him, breathing hard and almost bursting into tears. He pushed me back and searched my face. The deep frown that twisted his took nothing away from his beauty.
“Tristan, what’s wrong with you? You’re a mess, bro.”
The raw concern in his voice stabbed me like a burning knife, twisting my gut and making my heart bleed. “Sorry, Trev. Forget it, please. I’ve been under a truckload of pressure at work.”
He nodded and pulled me back into the hug, and shame exploded inside of me, promptly followed by a lust so savage I thought my starved cock would burst through my underwear and jeans.
A loud honk finally broke the spell, making me jump so hard I hit my head on the car roof. Trevor laughed and shook his head, probably thinking I was as clumsy and goofy as ever. What he didn’t know was that those traits were part of me only when I was around him. My sick obsession with him took too much energy and brain power, not to mention blood flow. There wasn’t much left to take in my surroundings and coordinate my movements.
John took a look under the hood, grunted a few times, and then told me my car would be ready on Monday morning. Past events had taught me that actually meant I’d be lucky to have it ready to go by Monday evening. I was too frustrated and exhausted to process all of that, so I nodded, yanked my backpack from the trunk, pocketed my wallet and phone, and waved my car goodbye. I then turned on my heel and headed toward Trev’s bike, determined to get home as fast as possible. A shower and a nap were going to keep me safe for a couple of hours.
As I was approaching the two-wheeled demon, my determination waned. I was supposed to ride home on that. Behind him. Holding on to his waist. Physics pushing him closer to me. My groin pressed to his ass, to his parted cheeks as he straddled that metal banshee. I became lightheaded and found it hard to breathe. How did those lungs work again?
Trevor grabbed my shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze, pushing me closer to the bike. “Come on, Trist. I promise I won’t speed. Much.” He grinned and winked, then hid his glee under the helmet. He handed another to me, and I copied his moves. Of course I couldn’t manage to secure it on my own, so he did it for me. Then he handed me his spare jacket and stared me down till I put it on.
I never got why he’d gotten a bike. It meant no dice during winters and getting baked in the summer. Or going without protective gear and being squashed by idiot drivers. At that moment, though, that helmet and jacket were my best friends. I felt so hot, short of breath, and uncomfortable. I almost fainted a few times. It might have had something to do with my almost panic attack from earlier, but it kept my cock only half hard and turned the ride home into a hazy experience. Before I knew it, I was collapsing on the nearest couch in the living room, after ten minutes of hugs and kisses from both Mom and Dad.
Trevor stood in front of me, grinning and shaking his head like a wet dog, sweat dripping from his long, curly locks.
“Ew, cut it out.” I mumbled my complaint, crossing my arms over my face. It wasn’t to protect me from the droplets, it was to keep the view of him away and my dick soft. He had removed his top right after the helmet, jacket, and gloves. I did not want to be enthralled by the way his hair fell around his beautiful face, or how sweat beads traced his body in the very way my fingers tingled to.
Trev laughed it off and plopped down right next to me, crossing his legs and resting his head on my shoulder. “A little sweat won’t melt you, little witch,” he said, and closed his eyes. “Just stay there and look pretty. I’m exhausted.”
“Dinner will be ready soon,” Mom yelled from the kitchen.
I used her warning as a perfectly good reason to extract myself from under Trevor’s torso and make a run for it. I retreated to the shower and then collapsed onto my bed. I ignored the walls of my room. There was no point looking at those posters or going through my music collection. They were nothing but testament to my unhealthy obsession with my brother.
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