“No. Please Mama. Please,” He yelled.

“What the hell?!” Flynn practically flew into the room. “What's with the noise now?”

“I think he's having a nightmare. Damien, wake up, it's just a dream. It's not real.” I said as I shook his shoulders forcefully.

Flynn snorted as he turned to walk away. “Such a drama queen. I don't have time for this.”

I didn't have time for him either. I was more concerned about his son who gripped my hand so hard that it hurt. Damien was still in a state of semi-sleep, and when his eyes fluttered open, he seemed to be in a trance. Beads of sweat poured down his temples in torrents. I helped him sit up and he looked at me in shock as if I was the last person he expected to see.

“It's okay. It's me Timothy. You just had a nightmare. I heard you yelling and thought something was wrong. It's fine now. You're okay.”

His breathing was still intense and slowly regulated. Then his grip began to loosen around my arm as he came around quickly. “The fuck?”

I squinted. “What?”

He let me go. “This is the second time I've caught you in my room when I'm in the state of semi-consciousness. And each time you bring up a different excuse. How do I know you're not hanging out here doing things to me while I'm sleeping?”

“You've got to be kidding me,” I kept my voice under check despite the surge of anger bristling in my chest.

He tilted his head slightly. “Is this some kind of bad habit you picked up recently and you're finding it hard to drop it?”

That's it. I'd had enough. Maybe it was the fact that I was more of a nightime person because of my insomnia or maybe his words stung more than usual and I'd run out of patience. But instead of crafting a fitting reply for him, I simply pushed him roughly. Call me amateur, but I'd been dying to do it, and this moment seemed like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

He laughed annoyingly which seemed to raise my hackles even more. “Well, it's about damn time. Awwwn, you look so cute while you're angry. I could get used to seeing you this way all day long now.”

“Excuse me?”

“I've been waiting for you to get mad at me for like... forever.”

“You think it's funny that you forced me to resort to that? Like, who's the mature one among us both then?”

“This isn't about maturity, brother. I just think you're hilarious. Really damn funny. I've witnessed all of your major emotions but not anger. And nothing gives me more amusement than bursting your chops.”

“Well great. If that helps you sleep better at night.”

A lump welled in my throat. Oh God. I could feel the tears coming.

I turned my face away, hoping he wouldn't see them fall. Shit, this could not be happening!

Damien picked up on my change of mood instantly. “Fuck, Tim. You're crying?”

There was a hint of laughter in his voice. As though he was trying to hold his laughter in. That was my cue to leave. And fast.

There was no way to explain to him that he'd crossed the line this time. But if there was a third eye, Damien hadn't really said anything bad. But I was a super sensitive person and even harmless words dug the most hurt.

I stood up carefully, and without a glance back at him I left. Back in my room, I slammed my bedroom door with extra force, ignoring Flynn's loud cuss from down the hall and climbed my bed. Pulling my blanket over my head, I shut my eyes and let the emotions pour out. I didn't care about sleep anymore. I just wanted dawn to come faster.

My door creaked open slowly and the lights were switched on. 

“Hey buddy. Want some?” I heard Damien say solemnly.

When I turned around, to my mortification, he was standing there with a bowl of ice-cream and a dick in his hands. Not just any dick, my dick! My giant-sized black penis.

Damien waved it. “Nothing says sorry better than a dick and ice-cream.”

“Go away.” I shot at him hotly, turning back around to hide my grin underneath the blankets.

“Come on, Tim. I was only messing with ya. You couldn't have seriously been crying in there, right?”

I ignored him. The room became silent as I remained under the covers, hoping he'd take the hint and just go away. Ta-da, I was very wrong. I heard a click and a plate being plopped down on the bedside table, then felt the bed dip under his weight.

“Well, guess I'll have to resort to plan B to get you to smile. And surprise, I've got your little boyfriend here to help me.” He touched it to my bare thighs and I tried my best to stay composed. But then bastard began guiding the equipment slowly, sensually up my hip to my dick where he stopped and began probing my balls with it. I flinched and threw off my blankets in surprise. He laughed at my reaction, then more when I tried to grab the dildo from him, but he wouldn't let it go. He tossed it aside finally and tackled me down with his bulk, tickling my sides hastily. I giggled till tears came.

“Stop!”

“Not a chance.” he whispered behind my ears. The goosebumps came faster than winter last year.

All control was lost when he moved his hands over to my armpits. I laughed hysterically, enough to bring down the whole house. His laughter reverberated with mine and I suspected that in no time Flynn would come charging in again.

“We'd better stop,” I managed to say breathlessly. “Unless you want your father to throw us out this early in the morning.”

“Ugh, fuck him.” Damien's breath ghosted over my earlobe, then before slowly taking it into his mouth. I gasped softly when he quickly drew back and pinned my hands above my head. We both stared at each other, our lips mere centimetres away.

“Damien — ” I whispered softly, eyes trained on his full pink buds.

The lust in his eyes was unmistakable, strong and hazy. It was the last thing I thought about before Damien brought his face down and melded our lips together.