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(This is just a fantasy/idea, not a foretelling of a story.)

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-Jamie- was laying in bed, he was a light 'chocolate' furred wolf, he had a short muzzle and lightly

curved cheeks, he was half under the covers, and was just wearing his pajamas, and had a book in his

paws, He looked across the room, he shared it with his brother; Louis, who was only two years older

than himself. Louis' bed was messy, the covers thrown about over it, and his night-clothes laid out on it.

He was in the shower and Jamie could still hear the water running. Louis always sang in the shower, he

wasn't half bad. Jamie always liked his brother, loved him, but not as a brother. It was his secret. He did

well to hide it from Louis; he thought. He wiggled his muzzle and went back to reading, it was a sci-fi

book about space, he loved these books, but they weren't much to Louis taste.

-Louis- was just out of the shower, he was a dark 'cocoa' furred wolf, he had a long, sleek muzzle

and defined cheekbones. He was singing to himself, just another song he'd listen to. He was holding the

shower-gel in one paw, and singing into it like a microphone, eyes fixed shut. He stopped singing into

the bottle, and hung it up on the shower rail, turning off the shower and grabbing a towel. He opened his

eyes, stepped out of the shower and wiped his feet. He sighed to himself, looking into the mirror, his hair

was almost black from the water, and fell over his face in curls. He had deep yellow eyes, and they

looked like the sun on a cloudy day through his hair. He looked at himself for a few moments, before

glancing to the door. His brother was out there. Louis always liked his brother, loved him, but not as a

brother. It was his secret. He did well to hide it from Jamie; he thought. He slowly stepped towards the

door, he had forgotten to bring in his pajamas, and he'd have to grab them, and change in their room.

He paused, to check the towel was fastened around his waist. He walked through, still a little steamy.

Louis always got a certain expression from seeing his younger brother, not the kind of expression he

should get from seeing his brother. So he tried to hide it. His cheeks flushed as he saw him consumed

in the book. He envied Jamie's passion for such things, the way he could pick up a book and you'd not

hear him for hours- not, that he didn't like talking to him, quite the contrary- but he'd just be so taken off

by the story, the way his eyes glinted and he stayed almost motionless. Louis saw him like a statue

found in an ancient ruin, still as much a piece of art as it had been when it was made. He grinned at the

sight of him, and quickly looked towards his bed. His clothes were there, and he quickly stepped up to

them, not wanting to interrupt his brother in his reading, he grabbed his pajama bottoms first, putting

them on over the towel. He was always conscious about being naked around Jamie. The though of

Jamie seeing him, all of him, made him scared, and excited; and not the kind he could hide it. His dark

chocolate cheeks flushed a shade of red, and he pulled the towel out from the inside of his trousers, and

decided it was too much a hot night to wear his shirt. He sat down on his bed, and glanced up to see

Jamie still occupied in his book. He smiled again, shaking his head to dismiss it, he ran his paws

through his hair, making a small yawn, he laid back in bed, over the covers and glanced up to the ceiling

before laying with his paws behind his head and legs crossed.

-Jamie- blinked, glancing off from his page, he hadn't heard Louis come in, and was shocked to see him

laying in bed calmly, just looking up at nothing. He wished he could do that, he had to have something

occupying him permanently. He wished he could lay in bed with his brother, lay with him, rest his

muzzle on his shoulder, hold his paw softly, let the gentle beat of his heart echoe through his ears, the

steady rise and fall of his chest hold him up. His eyes sparkled as his mind drifted fancifully. It's not like

his brother felt the same. It's not like he could. He had no chance. He sighed, blinking as the shimmer

left his eyes. Louis was all he really wanted, more than to live in his books, more than Comic-Con; and

yet this fantasy was the least likely for him to ever have. He glanced back at his book, didn't seem so

appealing anymore. He slumped back, throwing his book down to his feet. He made a rumble noise as

he hit his pillow, he rolled onto his side, looking at his brother laying so calmly, it was then he noticed

Louis was bare-chested, Jamie blinked. 'He doesn't usually lay about shirtless...' He whispered to

himself. It was true of course, Louis was barely ever showing fur. He always took note of it, taking the

opportunity to, what he wouldn't admit, frankly was to, stare. He quickly but quietly grabbed his pencil

and paper, resting his book on his knee as he drew. 'It's not weird to draw your brother shirtless, is it?'

He asked himself, aloud but quiet, he bit his cheek. He didn't want to think about it. However wrong it

was, it gave him bittersweet happiness. He brought pencil to paper, slowly drawing, glancing to the side

every few seconds. Starting with his shoulder, then his lower chest, his fur. After a few minutes he

stopped looking to the side, he'd watched his brother so much he knew him so well. He didn't even

notice...

"What're you drawing?" He heard, it was Louis. He pulled his book to his chest, hiding it.

'Louis? I thought you were asleep.' Jamie blinked, looking around.

-Louis- was still in bed, but he was sat against the wall, watching Jamie draw, smiling gently. "Nah, I

was just relaxing. I heard your drawing so I sat up, sorry if I was staring." His voice was soft, but he was

lying. He knew he was staring and he wasn't sorry, he loved watching his brother caught up in one of his

activities.

'Oh, I didn't notice,' Jamie murmured, he felt strange. The idea of his brother staring at him made him

feel bubbly. 'You were staring at me?' He asked, confused by the thought.

"I guess I was, just watching you draw. What are you drawing?" Louis asked, he had an innocent, un-

knowing expression.

-Jamie- blushed, lightly, and hopefully not very noticable. 'Oh nothing, just a fantasy.'

He wasn't lying, it was a fantasy, to have Louis in his paws as tangeable as his drawing. He wiggled his

muzzle, it was an action he did a lot, and it had a hundred different reasons.

Louis raised an eyebrow, he knew the action, he knew the reasons. Each and every one. He was close

enough with Jamie to know them all. He was hiding something. "Can I see?" Louis asked, genuinely

interested. He liked Jamie's artwork, it was really well done.

Jamie shook his head, lightly. 'No, you won't want to see it.' He answered, dissmissively.

He didn't want Louis to see this, how could he see this? What would he do? How could anyone react

seeing a picture of them half naked drawn by their little brother?! Jamie shuddered, scrunching his little

nose.

-Louis- dropped his smile. "Awww, why not? I like your artwork, I'm sure it's good. "Louis said, moving to

the edge of his bed. There was quite a bit of space between their beds, definitely enough so Louis

couldn't see the drawing from there, even if Jamie wasn't holding the drawing to his chest.

'It's just not your kind of thing.' Jamie lied, trying to hide his discomfort.

"Please Jamie," Louis said, stepping off his bed.

Jamie recoiled, shaking his head much more obviously this time. 'No, no you don't want to see this.' He

repeated, holding the drawing to his chest for dear life, crumples around it, and pressing against the

fabric of his pajama shirt. Louis was walking towards him, he felt a shudder, Louis being close to him

made him feel strange. Bubbly.

Jamie jumped back against his bed, kicking at his covers with his pawed feet.

Louis stepped towards him again, close to where he was and sat down next to him. He didn't usually

push things like this, but he was far too intrigued to let it go. He felt strange being this close, he pushed

next to him, shoulders and hips bumping together. "Cmon show me." Louis said, putting his paw on

Jamie's book, pulling it down.

Jamie's face had retreated, a look of horror and shame. He couldn't stop it, Louis was going to see and

there was nothing he could do.

-Jamie- slammed his eyes shut, he wouldn't bear the look of disgust he'd get.

Louis pulled at the book, and stared at the paper, his eyes popped. He tried to quieten the thoughts in

his head. "Jamie? You... Drew me??" He asked, a lot louder than he expected, his voice full of shock

and disbelief.

'I... Um... Yeaa...' Jamie uttered, his eyes still shut, he didn't want to look at Louis, his own face was

covered in shame and self-hate.

"Why? Why would you draw me? Like this?" Louis asked, staring down at the drawing of him; shirtless,

laying in bed. "Why would you draw this Jamie?" He continued, the shock still in his voice, making it

almost a shout, he felt suddenly so self conscious.

Jamie opened his eyes, he was almost in tears, he never thought Louis would find out. 'I... You were...

And I... I love you...' He blinked, a tear edging down his cheek. 'Please don't hate me.' He tried to speak,

but his throat was dry, he was holding onto his book tightly. His heart was going a mile a minute. His

secret was out.

-Louis- froze, looking at his brother, he didn't know what to say. What could he say? His mind was

blank. "I could never; ever hate you." He edged closer, he had no idea what to do, or what he was doing.

"Your my brother. I..." He paused, was he going to say it? What would it accomplish? Would it help?

'You what? You're disgusted by me? I'm a freak.' Jamie spat, bringing his paws up covering his face

and turning away.

"No, I..." Louis cringed, he put his paw on Jamie's shoulder, turning him to face him. His chest rose and

he held his breath, he could feel the sharp intensity of Jamie's raspy breath against his muzzle, he was

warm, he always had so much passion, it always astounded Louis. The words wouldn't come out, he

tried mouthing them but he couldn't, nothing. L, O, V... Gone. He couldn't.

'Just say it! I know what you're gonna say! You can hate me!' Jamie barked, his paws waving in the air

at him, his voice was loud and he was shouting right in Louis' ear. Louis recoiled the words were like

poison, to think of hating Jamie made him retch. It was moment like these that made him glad their

parents were barely home. 'I hate me right now! Just fucking say it Louis! Otherwise you'd have

goddamn said it by now!' Jamie never swore. Louis' face went pale, which really, with his fur is not

something that happens much. He was stunned beyond belief. 'Go on, say it! I'm in deep enough shit

just fucking say it! Lay it on m--' Louis pushed against him, the paw on his shoulder sliding to the back

of Jamie's neck, holding to him, his lips pressing against Jamie's, pulling his body against his own.

Jamie's shirt pressing against his bare chest.

-Jamie- quivered, his heart pounding, he was halfway through a word, his mouth open, he could feel his

brother's tongue push into his mouth. All he'd ever wanted was to kiss him, to be held by him; now, it

was happening. He couldn't believe it, his arms wrapped around Louis' neck, kissing back, he felt his

brother's heartbeat, beating in time with his own. Louis tilted his head, just a little, letting open the kiss.

"I laid it on you," He rumbled, giving another long kiss, small breaks to speak. "I love you," Louis moved

over him, pushing him down against his bed, lifting Jamie's legs around his hips; letting Jamie's tongue

into his mouth, wrestling them, his paw tugging at the top of his shirt. Jamie tilted his head away. "Louis,

Louis stop." Jamie cringed as the words came out.

-Louis'- face fell, sitting up, looking down at him. "What... What's wrong? Don't you want it?" His heart

was still pounding, passion flowing through his veins like fire. "Don't you want me?" He asked, his chest

was rising and falling fast, panting, he lifted his paws off Jamie, holding them near his chest.

"No, I want it. I want you..." Jamie shivered, his brother so close, within his reach. "It's... It's wrong. We

shouldn't..." He wanted to reach out, pull Louis to him and never stop; but he knew it was wrong.

Louis bit his cheek, he couldn't help but feel rejected, from everything he'd ever wanted. His ears

drooped, his heart's beating slower, but still more than normal, being in such proximity to Jamie.

"...Is it? Is it truly wrong? Out of everything in your life, has anything ever felt more right than that? Not to

me. Being close to you, holding you, touching you, kissing you... Nothing has ever felt more right,

Jamie."

-Jamie- felt a flutter rise in his chest, a feeling he couldn't deny, he felt a warm shiver spread through

every vein in his body, and each one spelt love. He couldn't deny his brother's words, it felt so right, just

being near him, he couldn't say he didn't feel the same way. He couldn't say he didn't want Louis more

than anything else. "Well no... You're right bu--" He was cut off, unexpectantly, his body quivered, but he

pulled his head away. "Louis you have to stop cutting me off with kisse--" He quivered again, Louis' paw

holding the side of his maw, kissing again.

-Louis- tipped his muzzle down, pulling from the kiss but not letting go. "Do I have to? It's fun." He

grinned. Jamie fluttered, he couldn't bear those grins, the kind of grin that would make you forgive

someone for killing all other furs on the planet. Jamie sighed, looking away from Louis shyly. "You can.."

Jamie sighed, leaning up and putting his arms around his brother's neck. "I cannot say no to that grin."

He leant in, giving a light kiss. Louis' tail smacked against the bed, wagging happily.

"Damn I love you Jamie; I love you so much, you sexy little boy." Louis growled affectionately.

-Jamie- grinned, holding his grip tightly, rubbing noses together. "I love you too." He blushed deeply,

and blinked, his eyelids feeling heavy. "Louis, I'm really quite tired..." He made a light, small yawn.

Louis smiled, kindly, and laid down next to him. "That's alright, I could finally do with a good night's

sleep." He grinned, pulling Jamie down onto him. Jamie blushed, blinking nervously, holding his paw on

Louis' bare chest.

"Um well uh what?" He stuttured, trying to get grasp of the situation.

"Well what?" Louis smiled, nuzzling his cheek lightly. "I thought you were tired, and I'm not letting you

go."

"Ah..." Jamie felt almost all his blood rush to his cheeks, in his mind he was a ghost with a tomato for a

face. He slowly relaxed to lay in bed with his brother, lay with him, rest his muzzle on his shoulder, hold

his paw softly, let the gentle beat of his heart echoe through his ears, the steady rise and fall of his chest

hold him up. His eyes sparkled as his mind drifted fancifully. His brother felt the same. He could, he

was. He had a chance. He lowered his eyelids, letting his breath relax. "Gnight, big brother, love you."

He felt his breath slow his heartbeat dull. His whole life's dream had come true, he was laying in bed

with his brother, cuddling. He'd finally told him he loved him, and he said it back.

-Louis- grinned brightly, putting his arms around Jamie softly, and tilted his head to give him a kiss on

the cheek. "Gnight, little brother, love you too." He let his breath slow, his heartbeat dull. His whole life's

dream had come true, he was laying in his brother's bed, with him, cuddling. He'd finally told him he'd

loved him, and he said it back. He felt his eyelids close slowly, tilting his head to the side, holding close

and drifting off to sleep.