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WARNING: This story contains slash/yaoi, meaning guy on guy action. It also contains INCEST, meaning relatives getting it on. If this at all bothers you, then I suggest you click the back button right now and read something else. Any and all flamers will be laughed at and poo-pooed on, because I’m warning you and it’s YOUR fault if you read it.
It started as normal as any other day. Brain’s mom dropped him off at school and he went to the cafeteria to do whatever homework he had failed to do the night before (usually English). A few minutes later, Nina and Sidney showed up and sat down next to him. He gave Nina a kiss on the cheek (which she didn’t return) and asked them both how their weekends were.
Nina glanced worriedly at Sidney. “It was fine,” she said.
Brain looked at Sidney. “What about you, Sid? You have a good weekend?”
Sidney, who had been staring off into space, snapped back to reality. “What? Oh, my weekend was great.” A smile broke out onto his face. “I had lots of fun. And now I need to piss,” he said and went off towards the bathrooms.
Nina watched him until he disappeared. Then she turned to Brain. “He threw up at my house over the weekend, and then went into major denial that anything was wrong. I think something might be up with him… Oh my god! What if he’s suicidal?” she said, grabbing Brain’s arm and shaking it. “We have to help him!”
Brian thought about it for a minute. Then he said, “I don’t think that’s it.”
“Well, what could the problem be?!” Nina demanded.
Brian shook his head. “Nina, that’s just it. There’s not a problem.” He took her hands off his arm. “He wasn’t smiling like he was trying to hide something; he was just smiling because he was happy. And frankly, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him do that before.”
Nina frowned. “What are you talking about? Sidney’s smiled because he’s been happy before.”
“No, he hasn’t. He smiles, but there’s always something in his eyes that tells you he’s not enjoying whatever he’s doing as much as you think he is. He always looks… Well, kinda sad.” Brian saw Sidney come out of the bathroom. “Today, he’s actually smiling, and there’s nothing else there. Watch.” Sidney came and sat down at the table. Brian coughed and said, “So, you had a good weekend, then?”
Sidney smiled again, and Nina realized Brian was right. This was a true, genuine, smile. Sidney had never smiled like that before. “Yeah, it was really good. I mean, apart from throwing up at Nina’s house.” He laughed. “I guess I wasn’t as hungry as I thought.”
Nina frowned. “So you think you threw up because you ate too much?” she asked.
“Yeah, probably. Hey, listen, I gotta go to the library. I have a book here that’s four months overdue.” And Sidney just bounded off like this was a completely normal day and nothing was amiss.
Brain and Nina stared after him. “That’s pure bullshit,” Nina said finally. “Sidney never eats too much; he’s like a bottomless pit! Do you know how many girls would kill to have his metabolism?”
Brian nodded. He himself wouldn’t mind having Sidney’s metabolism, but he didn’t voice this thought aloud. “What did you say to him before he threw up?”
“I told him that we had new neighbors named David and Ian Rogers,” Nina explained. “And then he just kind of froze, like he always does, but the next second he was puking all over the kitchen!”
Brian frowned and drummed his fingers on the table. “Do you think the name Ian set him off?”
“It shouldn’t have! He’s never reacted that strongly to it before! And the name David doesn’t do anything to him at all!” Nina growled in frustration. “What the hell is wrong with him?”
Brian sighed. “I have no idea,” he said. “I’ll try talking to him later.”
“What about me?”
The blonde winced. “Um, no offense Nina… But you’re… Well, you’re a girl.”
She glared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, a lot of times, guys don’t like opening up to girls because it makes them feel weak and stupid. It’s nothing personal; it’s just how we are. But tell you what: I’ll tell you everything he says to me, ok?”
Nina didn’t like that; she wanted to be the one Sidney opened up to, the one with whom he shared all his secrets. But she supposed it would take awhile before that happened. “Fine, you can do that. But you have to tell me everything he says, alright?”
Brian nodded and smiled at her, but inside his shoes, he crossed his toes.
First hour (psychology) was fairly normal. Psychology was one of the only classes Sidney actually liked, so he stayed relatively well behaved. Brian shared all of the brunette’s classes, so he could keep on eye on him. Nina hadn’t liked that she couldn’t watch him either, but she didn’t have any of his classes except lunch.
After psychology was pre-calculus. Sidney, who hated math, obviously stirred up trouble, but today he was even worse than usual. He kept talking and cracking dirty jokes and whenever the teacher tried to tell him off he just yawned loudly and quickly flipped her the finger. By the end of period the poor woman was so high-strung she was actually shaking.
As the kids filed out their classrooms and into the halls for third hour, Brian spotted Steve Hewitt lounging casually against a wall, glaring at passing students. People skirted around him, trying to avoid getting a beating, but Sidney just kept walking like there was nothing to worry about.
“Hey, Rogers.”
Sidney stopped and looked at Steve. “Yeah?”
Steve glared at Sidney and pushed away from the wall. “I haven’t paid you back yet for that shit you pulled in the cafeteria.”
Brian bit his lip and stepped away from the two seniors. This was not going to end pretty.
Sidney raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware you had the ability to pay me back.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Steve growled.
“It means that you’re a pussy,” Sidney said. “You punch like an old man. Seriously Steve, you can’t fight for shit-“
A scream issued from someone as Steve punched Sidney square in the ribs. Sidney doubled over groaning, and Steve made to kick him in the head. Instead, Sidney grabbed his leg with one arm and flung it in the other direction, causing Steve to lose his balance and fall. Brian watched as Steve got up and the two boys began to duke it out, right there in the hallway.
Sidney’s fucking crazy! he thought. Why the fuck is he pulling this shit in the… Brian’s brain stopped. He watched the fight continue, with people cheering and screaming on the sidelines. His eyes focused on his brown-haired friend.
What the hell?
Sidney was smiling. No, he wasn’t just smiling, he was grinning, the same kind of expression on his face as earlier this morning. The expression that suggested that for once, he was truly happy; that there was nothing amiss and nothing in the world could upset him. It was a very odd expression to have in the middle of fight, but Sidney was still grinning, even as the principal and two security officers came to the scene.
“Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!!!” Mr. Dale, the principal, yelled. The two security officers each grabbed a boy by the arms and held them back. Steve had a black eye and a swollen cheek, and his nose was bleeding. He looked livid. In contrast, Sidney had a split lip and his shirt had ripped badly and he would probably get a bruise where Steve had punched him in the ribs, but other than that he looked fine. He was still grinning.
“What were you two thinking?!” Mr. Dale demanded. “Starting a fight in the middle of the hallway! I’ve never seen such horrible behavior!” He stepped closer to the two boys. “Detention for three weeks, both of you!! This is just outrageous behavior, and it will not be tolerated!!”
Steve glared at him. Sidney just smiled. Brian realized it had changed from the happy smile to the I’m-gonna-do-something-really-stupid-because-I-like-pissing-people-off smile. He sighed. This was defiantly not going to end well. He looked at the ground, pretending to be very interested in his shoes.
“Hey, Mr. Dale?” Sidney said. “I think that is really unfair of you, and just because you can’t get yourself laid doesn’t mean you have to take it out on students.”
Brian’s head snapped up. Steve’s mouth dropped open. Mr. Dale’s eyes went wide in shock.
“Oh, but that’s right, you can’t get laid! Aside from being shit ugly and smelling like dog barf, you’re impotent!! And don’t deny it, I heard you talking on the phone with your doctor about it.”
Mr. Dale’s face went as red as a tomato and he screamed. “SUSPENSION!!!” he yelled. “MR. ROGERS, IN ALL MY YEARS OF BEING PRINCIPAL I’VE NEVER HEARD SUCH DISRESPECTFUL BANTER!!! YOU ARE HEARBY SUSPENDED FOR A WEEK!!!!” A collective gasp ran through the students. Brian groaned. Sidney was going to be pissed…
Except that… He wasn’t. As soon as Mr. Dale stopped screaming Sidney’s eyes lit up with such happiness Brian thought he was going mental. “Thanks, Mr. Dale!!” he said excitedly, and then hugged the man before grabbing his backpack and running off down the hall. No, wait… He was skipping down the hall.
Brian, Steve, Mr. Dale, the security officers and all the students stared after Sidney. Brian was dumbfounded. He couldn’t understand it. The fight, the grin, the hug… It was almost as if… But that was stupid; of course Sidney wasn’t trying to… Was he?
Had Sidney been trying to get suspended?
“Please tell me you did not purposely get suspended just so you could spend the week with me,” he said. Sidney laughed.
“Of course I did, Ian! See how devoted I am to you?” The brunette stepped inside and drew his brother into a hug. “I’m willing to skip school to be with you!”
“Sid, that’s not a good thing.”
“Says you,” he replied and Ian laughed and happily returned the hug.
“So how long are you suspended for?” the shy twin asked when the let go. He closed the door and motioned for Sidney to follow him into the kitchen.
“A week,” he said. “Not that bad considering what I did. Methinks Mr. Dale is getting soft.” He grinned when Ian groaned and looked at him exasperatedly.
“Sidney, exactly what did you do?”
“Started a fight with the school jackass, and told the whole hallway the principal is impotent.”
Ian stared at him. “You actually said that in front of the whole school?”
“Pretty much, yeah.” Sidney flashed a grin. “Come on Ian, you know me. I’m always getting into trouble.” He brought his hand up to rest on his twin’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. A week away from school isn’t going to kill me.”
Ian sighed. “No, I guess not.” He stepped closer to his brother and put his hand on his chest. “Just don’t do it again, ok?”
Sidney’s grin changed into a thoughtful smile. “I promise,” he said and put his hand over Ian’s. They stayed like that for longer than normal brothers would (and should) have, but both also chose to ignore it.
“Let’s get some snacks and watch TV!” Sidney said as they entered the kitchen. “Unless you have something you need to do.”
Ian shook his head. “Nothing. There’re some chips and cookies in the cupboard if you want.”
“Sweet!” Sidney went over to the cupboard and pulled out a bag of Tostitos, a bag of chocolate chips and a package of Oreo’s. “Hey, get some milk and salsa if you have it.”
Ian raised an eyebrow. “If you say so,” he said. He went over to the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk and some salsa. “Do you want guacamole too?”
“Sure!” Sidney grinned. “I’ll be in the living room choosing a movie, ‘kay?”
“Okay.” Ian grabbed the guacamole and after a second’s hesitation, opened the freezer and pulled out a gallon of mint oreo ice cream. He grabbed two spoons from the dish drainer and went into the living room. Sidney was busy mulling over the selection of movies.
“Wanna watch I, Robot?” he asked. “I love that movie.”
Suddenly Ian loved it too. He smiled and said, “Sure.”
“Hey, ice cream!” Sidney cheered. “Thanks!” And he promptly grabbed the ice cream and began eating it.
Ian sighed. “Do you always eat like that?” he asked, putting the DVD into the player and pressing start. He sat down on the floor, leaning against the couch and turned the TV on.
“Yep. My friend Nina says I have a metabolism most girls would kill for.” He took another bite of ice cream. “I don’t really notice.” He handed the ice cream to Ian. “Remember when we used to go to Molly’s Ice Cream Shoppe on Sundays?”
Ian nodded, a fond memory of the local ice cream parlor forming in his mind.
:: “Mom, we’re going to Molly’s!” Ian called up the stairs. An eight year old Sidney stood beside him, eagerly bouncing up and down.
“Okay! Be back before dinner!” she called back. Ian smiled and grabbed Sidney’s hand. The bolder twin promptly began walking, dragging Ian along beside him.
“Come on, Ian, hurry up! I want ice cream!” he complained.
“You can wait a few more minutes,” Ian said patiently, but sped his pace up anyway. He was just as excited about getting ice cream as Sidney was.
The walk to Molly’s was about five minutes. The shop was located in a mini-mall with a library, a family owned grocery store, a vet clinic, and Mario’s Italian Pizzeria. Often times people would eat at the pizzeria, and then go over to Molly’s for desert. Ian and Sidney themselves went for ice cream and pizza with their mom once a month. David was always ‘too busy’, or so he claimed. Ian was pretty sure he just didn’t want to spend time with them.
“Hey E, look!” Sidney yelled suddenly. “Molly has a new flavor!”
The brunette’s eyes lit up in delight. Molly’s new flavors were always fabulous. “What is it?” he asked excitedly.
“Umm… Sidney squinted at the sign. “Chocolate cherry explosion. HEY!!” He grinned widely and started bouncing up and down really fast. “Chocolate and cherries, Ian!!! An ice cream that has chocolate and cherries!! This is the best day of my life!!!” And he ran off towards the ice cream parlor, Ian only inches behind him.
The parlor was filled with its usual number of patrons; a few families, some teen couples and a large group of church people organizing a bake sale. Ian and Sidney approached the counter. At the cash register there sat a petit woman with curly red hair and bright green eyes. She smiled as the boys came towards her.
“Well, if it isn’t Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella,” she said teasingly. “What are you two girls doing here on such a fine afternoon?”
Sidney glared at her. “I am not Sleeping Beauty,” he pouted, crossing his arms.
Ian smiled. “Can we have two double scoop waffle cones of chocolate cherry explosion please, Ms. Molly?” he asked politely, not minding the nickname.
“That’s an awful lot of ice cream, isn’t it?” she asked, but went over and started getting it for them anyway.
“We love cherries and chocolate, and we love ice cream,” Sidney said. “We’ll be able to finish this easy.”
She chuckled and handed Sidney the cones. “Hold these while your brother pays for them, won’t you dear?” she asked. Sidney stuck his tongue out, but grabbed the cones anyway.
Ian paid for the ice cream and bid good-bye to Molly. “Come on, let’s go to the park!” he told his twin. Sidney nodded, too busy eating his ice cream to say anything.
They went to the park and sat down in the area by the forest, sitting against a huge tree with smooth bark. Ian leisurely licked at his ice cream, while Sidney bit the end of his cone off and started sucking it out that way. “It tastes better this way,” he had told him once.
“Sidney?” Ian asked.
“Yeah?”
“What’s a lesbian?”
Sidney glanced at him. “Why?”
“Because I heard someone at school call Ms. Molly a lesbian.” He looked at his twin.
Sidney frowned. “I think… I think it’s when a woman loves another woman. But I don’t know.”
“Isn’t that a sin?” Ian asked fearfully. “Is Ms. Molly a sinner?”
“It’s not a sin. It’s just a different kind of love,” Sidney answered. “Or at least that’s what mom says.” He sucked the remaining ice cream out of the cone and began eating it. “Don’t worry Ian, Molly isn’t a bad person. And I don’t think she likes women, ‘cause she’s married, and has kids. That’s what mom says.”
Ian blinked. “Really? But then why does she like being called Ms. Molly?”
“Mom says it was a nickname her dad gave to her. They used to go to school together.” Sidney finished his ice cream cone. “So mom would know if she was a lesbian.”
Ian smiled. “Yeah, you’re right.” It was silent for a few minutes as Ian continued eating his ice cream. Then he asked, “Can two guys love each other?”
“I think so.”
“What’s that called?”
“Um…” Sidney thought hard about it. “Gay… I think.”
“Oh.” Ian was quiet for another minute before he asked, “Are you gay, Sidney?”
“No, Ian. I’m not gay.”
“But what if you were?”
Sidney shrugged. “I dunno. I wouldn’t have any kids, I guess. Come on; eat your ice cream, we gotta go home soon.”
“Ok.” He didn’t say anything more about it, but every time after that, whenever they went to the ice cream shop, he couldn’t help but notice Ms. Molly didn’t have a wedding ring.::
“I lied about that, you know.”
Ian looked up at Sidney. “What?”
“About Molly. And me.”
The brunette blinked. “So… So Molly really was lesbian?”
The other male nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t find out until after you and David had left, though. There was this protest going on outside her shop one day.” He bit into an Oreo. “Some conservative jackass’s from a church about half a mile away. They weren’t Catholic,” he added when Ian opened his mouth to ask. “One of them had seen Molly with her girlfriend at the mall, and immediately organized a protest. There were a bunch of signs that said anti-gay stuff, and people were praying to god to ‘help the sinner’”.
“How did you find out about it?”
“It was Sunday; mom and I were eating pizza at Mario’s when the protesters came. When we went to go get ice cream, some of the protestors stopped us and said, ‘Don’t go in there! It’s run by a sinner!’ And you know what mom did?”
From the grin on Sidney’s face, Ian had to guess it had been pretty funny. “What?”
“She bypassed the protestor, walked up to the minister or whatever holding the thing, and punched his square in the face.”
Ian stared. “You’re joking.”
Sidney laughed. “No, I’m not. It was fucking hilarious. And then she told him that if he was going to protest homosexuality then he shouldn’t be allowed to preach the word of God, because he didn’t understand all aspects of love. Then she kicked him in the balls and took me into the shop like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.” He bit into another Oreo. “Molly saw the whole thing. When mom came up to the counter she gave her a huge hug and said ‘Lindsey Rogers, let it never be said that you don’t still find a way to do charity work even when you’ve lost your faith’. And she gave us free ice cream.”
“When did that happen?”
“A few weeks before we moved here. The whole church organized a counter-protest against the anti-gay people, because everyone in the church loved Molly. We had dinner with her family two nights before we moved. Her girlfriend was really nice; she had two kids from a previous relationship living with them. It was the last time mom saw any of her friends.”
Sidney looked sad. Ian scooted closer to him, putting his arm around his shoulder, the movie completely forgotten. “And what about you?” he asked.
“I’m bi,” Sidney said. “Just thought you should know that before you start coming to school next week.”
Ian raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Um… Because… Well, people say things about me a lot – and not all of them are true – that may… Well, they may freak you out a bit.” Sidney pretended to be very interested in his fingernails. Ian sighed.
“Sidney.”
“What?”
“You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“Ummm… No.”
“And those things that people say about you are related to sex, right?”
“Uh… Yeah.”
“And some of the things are true because you’ve had sex with a lot of people, right?”
“Well… Yeah.”
“And you are defined as what some people call a man-whore, aren’t you?”
“… Yeah, that sums it up nicely.” He gave a sheepish grin. Ian sighed.
“Do you at least use protection?” he asked.
“Of course! Well, not this one time… But don’t worry, I got tested for STD’s and all the results came back negative, so I’m ok!” Sidney reached an arm over and pulled Ian closer to him. “Are you are virgin, Ian?”
Ian glared at him. “What do you think?”
Sidney grinned. “Aw, that’s so cute! My little Ian is still as innocent as the day I left him!” He pulled Ian against his chest and into a really tight hug. “Aren’t you just the cutest little virgin ever?”
Ian went bright red, mostly from embarrassment, but partly from arousal as he was pulled right up against Sidney. He could feel every aspect of his twin’s body; he wanted badly to touch it. He opted for positioning himself in Sidney’s lap and latching his arms around his neck. “Jackass,” he mumbled into his shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Ian.”
Ian tried to pretend he hadn’t heard more to those words than there should’ve been.
