Thread: Come Here Boy - Brothers {.:: Iridescent & Victoraeon ::.}

The wind wasnt the greatest accent to the day, and Noah knew this, yet he didnt think to bring a coat. Sighing, he wrapped his arms around himself in an effort to keep warm, utterly thankful that his brother had only parked half a block away from the club. That word did not roll off his tongue well, club, but Gabe had managed to talk him into it. Noah had never been to a club in his entire life, but somehow Gabe and his conniving ways convinced him that it was time to get out of the stuffy house and live a little, which was exactly what he was doing, albeit with a little reluctance. It was a club for petes sake, of course he was going to be reluctant. The question caught him by surprise of course he wasnt warm. It took all his strength not to curl up into a little ball to protect him from the wind. Regardless, he felt his brothers leather jacket adorn his shoulders, and while he wanted to be grateful for the gesture, he couldnt help but think that his brother needed it more. It could have just been a hunch, or it could have been the fact that Gabe decided to wear a fishnet top that evening. As Noah glanced over at his brother, he noted that it was definitely the latter. Not that he was complaining, of course, because it accentuated his body nicely. Halting in his thoughts, he shook his head, chewing on his lip in aggravation. Noah would never admit it to anyone, but he realized lately that he might have had more-than-brotherly feelings for Gabe, and it freaked him out. It was utterly ridiculous, having sexual feelings for your sibling not to mention incest being illegal and all. Noah was always seen as a mamas boy, a goody-two-shoes, but if anyone knew what was going through his mind, theyd cast him away like the abomination he seemed to be. Cringing from the sheer magnitude of the music blasting from the speakers, Noah followed quickly behind Gabe in an effort to dull out the noise, and was eternally grateful to the contractor for placing the bar in an area where the music wasnt as severe. Taking a seat at a bar stool, his face contorted as he realized just how bad of an idea it was to wear the tightest pants he owned. Noah had always heard that people in clubs wear tight-fitting clothing, so he had pulled out that one pair of jeans that he purchased from Forever 21 when nobody was around, wanting to know how girls felt when they wore them. At first, they were surprisingly comfortable, but whenever he sat down in them, they would ride up his ass, and it was uncomfortable to say the least. Add that to a shirt he was wearing from the seventh grade that only barely fit him, showing off quite a bit of midriff, and his outfit was purely for design, not for functionality. Please, tell me again why you brought me here, he offered in a sardonic tone, the entire feel of the club making him squirm inside. Its not that he wasnt thankful for his brother trying to get him out of the house to have a good time, but they could have easily found a smaller, less crowded space to do that. Looking up as he was nudged, he saw the bartender staring at him. Noah wasnt a drinker, so he had no idea what to order, instead going for, Ill just have what hes having. Pointing to his brother, he let out a sigh of relief as the bartenders intimidating gaze finally shifted away from his lithe frame.