A/N: So guys, please don't kill me! I know that I've been away for a while, but I've been uninspired lately. Plus I have so much going on, but I promise that I will try to get back.

This here is something that I have been working on on and off for a while now. WARNINGS: Um...swearing, sex, age difference...I don't know, it's not that bad.

If anyone has any questions about my other stories you cam PM me, I can tell you that I am working on them! So anyways...to the story!

Walking down the hallway with my best friend always made me feel invincible, like we could do anything. Colin and I aren't the two most "popular" guys, we aren't one of the "jocks" or "nerds". We're just us, and it feels good.

So, stepping up to his locker I move so that he can put in his combination.

"How's your mom?" I ask. His mom was the strictest person I've ever met, and quite frankly she scares me. "She's been up your ass lately?"

"Come off it, man," he slams his locker shut and we automatically head to mine. "She was all over Ian last night." Ian is Colin's younger brother. While Colin and I are seventeen, Ian is thirteen, but he's still awesome to hang out with.

"Really now?"

"Yeah, he came in after curfew, and mom flipped. She was all, 'you're not leaving this house until you're thirty! And 'Don't give me that look I will not hesitate to smack it off!' and dude, it was hilarious. Of course she then started yelling at me for laughing…" I chuckle. It sounded like a typical night at Colin's house.

"Really? Why'd he come home so late?" I ask, smirking a bit. Ian isn't what you would call a troublemaker, or disobedient, or ballsy in any sense of the word. Even so, with his strange behavior recently, I'm not surprised.

"I don't know, man. He's not budging. He keeps feeding me this bullshit about missing the bus but come on, our house is a ten minute walk from his friend's house." Colin shakes his head.

"I'm not sure if I should be worried or happy that he's finally rebelling a bit."

"Colin, Colin, Colin." I drape an arm around his shoulders, which considering his broad shoulders, is kind of difficult. "Rebelling a bit is normal and healthy for a growing boy. If I were you I wouldn't sweat it too much. I mean, I doubt he's doing anything illegal, you know?" I pull him away from my locker and proceed to head to my class, dropping my arm to my side. "Just talk to him, be there, and I'm sure whatever it is will eventually come out."

"What do you know?" he yells jokingly after me, "You're an only child." I shake my head and let out a short laugh.

"Oh Colin, I know way more than you think."

After school Colin and I head over to the middle school to pick up Ian. The comfortable silence that Colin and I had breaks as soon as he gets into the car.

"Ian, what the hell took you so long? Do you know how long we've been sitting here? Do you?" Colin is kind of a big guy, not fat, just bulky. Because of this he had massive lungs, meaning is voice is super loud (A trait he denies getting from his mom) and therefore makes my ears start ringing. Ian, being way, way smaller, doesn't make my ears ring when he yells back.

"I had to talk to a teacher about homework! Why are you always up my ass?"

"Why am I up your ass?" I roll my eyes. "You little shit, I'm your brother! What else am I supposed to do?"

"But you're such a dick about it!" I put in my headphones and turn up my music. I keep telling them that they are very similar to their mom, and that in no way were they adopted. Even if you couldn't tell from their personalities (exhibit a: unnecessary and excessive yelling) you can tell by their appearances. Their mom is tall for a woman at five eleven, with a slightly toned build and caramel skin. She was born in Puerto Rico and lived there until she was fifteen when her parents moved to the United States. Her hair is still the same black, curly mess she claims has never changed and a birthmark on the bottom of her pinkie toe on her right foot. With Colin at six three and Ian at five eleven, they almost tower my six foot frame; it's in how they carry themselves. They both have the same light coloring as their mom and the birthmark on their right feet. Anyone who looks at them can tell that they are directly related, Colin has his mom's nose and mouth while Ian has her eyes and cheekbones. And as you can tell, I spend way too much time at their house, but I love it there. All the yelling is just how they communicate with each other and the cursing and harsh words don't have any heat behind them, it's just how they talk. I do know though that if their mother was in the car right now, she'd cuss them out for using that sort of language, ironic.

Once we finally pull up to their house, I bolt out the car and towards the front door. Not even my loud music can stand up against both of them screaming at each other for no reason other than to scream. As I use my key to get into the house, I hear them laughing behind me.

"Colin, you should have seen it.! It was the best fight this year; Mitch got Kasey on the floor and was punching the shit out of him! Then Kasey's two goons got in it and pulled Mitch off and started kicking him until Jackie got in and started yelling some shit about shanking everyone if they don't leave Mitch's 'Motherfuckin' white ass alone'. You just had to be there." I shake my head at the story. Ian's school is…crazy. I feel slightly concerned everyday knowing that he's in a building with people like that, but it has an excellent curriculum for him that no other school offers in the state. I sigh and walk into the kitchen to grab a soda from the fridge.

"You two want something?" I yell into the living room. Even though I'm a guest here, I treat this like my second home. Not that my house is bad, it's just I like this one better.

"Yeah bitch, I want a coke!"Colin yells back.

"And I want an orange!" Grabbing three cans I close the fridge and raid the cabinet for something to eat. Finally scoring some chips, I head to the living room and throw the sodas at the two bodies lying on the couch.

"Ow! That hurt Dylan!"

"Yeah, bud what the hell is wrong with you?"

"And what have I told you about cussing?" his mom says walking down the stairs. "You know I don't like hearing that shit coming out your mouth."

"Mom!" Colin whines, "That's bull shit! You do it all the time. What happened to setting an example?"

"It's called do as I say and not as I do, honey." She walks behind the couch and smacks Coin's head. "Hey Dylan sweetie, how are you?"

I chuckle at their antics. "I'm fine thank you."

By the time its dark out, Colin and I are in his room, eating pizza, and playing on his Xbox. And as fun as that sounds, it's hard to play when I can't help but think of what colony of bacteria I'm sitting on.

"Dude, clean your room." I tell him as I pause the game. He throws his controller and flops onto his bed filled with clothes and last night's dinner.

"Noooo, I don't wanna" he pouts. I shake my head and head and stand up, heading towards his door.

"I'm gonna chill with Ian until I don't have to worry about your macaroni sculpture crawling over your pile of shit to eat me."

"Fine, hang out with that loser then." I close his door on my way out and walk down the hall, stopping at the door all the way at the end. I hesitantly knock.

"Come in." I silently open the door and close it behind me, locking it just in case.

"Took you long enough." Ian stands up and struts over to me, grabbing the back of my neck and crashing our lips together. I twist one hand into his dark locks while my other rests on his hip, right underneath his shirt. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and relish in the taste of his quiet moan.

"Ian, you have to be quiet." I whisper. He looks up at me with glazed eyes and slick, swollen lips. I shiver and bring my lips back down to his, pushing him backwards until we fall on the bed. I slide my hand slowly up his shirt and stop to play with his nipples while his hand slides down my torso and rests on top of the bulge in my jeans. Breaking for air, I continue on his neck, kissing and lightly biting, but not hard enough to bruise, as he starts to rub me.

It feels so good that I want to moan so badly, but I can't, so I bury my head into his neck and bite hard.

"Damn, Ian, do you know what you do to me?" I hear his chuckle.

"Probably the same thing that you do to me." His hand firmly grabs my dick through my jeans. I smirk and return the favor; he knows I have a thing for denim.

After a few tight squeezes, I pin his hands above his head with one hand and place the other lightly over his neck. I rut my hips against his and shudder as sparks of pleasure shoot up my spine. I close my eyes and feel them rolling back. In the background I hear Ian's breathy moans and they motivate my hips to move faster. I crash my lips back down to his once more and bite his bottom lip. This kid is so goddamn sexy and he doesn't even know it; he doesn't even try.

I let our tongues tangle for a bit before I tighten the hand around his neck a little, not squeezing, but enough to feel a little pressure. It only takes a few more movements before I feel Ian's hips speed up and then still as he spills in his pants. The sight is so fucking hot; his bitten and spit-slicked lips, his dark brown eyes rolled to the back of his skull, the thick, dark hair all mussed up and my light hand around his tanned neck. Seeing him in ecstasy causes my release, and I grunt into his neck.

Afterwards our breathing is heavy. I let go of his hands and neck and collapse next to him. He places his head on my chest, and I put an arm around him. I hear his content sigh and smile to myself.

So I know that it's wrong, and that if Colin ever found out he'd probably kill me, but I can't deny what I feel. It all started about two months ago. I've known Colin and his family since the seventh grade, but I never paid much attention to Ian. I saw him, but I never really saw him, you know? I always had a girlfriend, or he was always out, so the thought never even crossed my mind.

Then two months ago, I had been single for about six weeks and was in a rut. Colin suggested I go over his house to pre-party for this game we were going to. I was single, lonely and horny as fuck when Ian walked into the living room. Their mom was still at work and Colin was upstairs in the shower. I was just sitting on the couch, sipping on a beer, when Ian pranced in and sat next to me. At first I just ignored him as usual, but then he started fidgeting. He would scratch behind his ear, run a hand through his hair and a million other things until I finally had enough.

"Dude, are you okay?" I asked. When I turned to look at him, I was shocked. Gone was the baby fat and rosy cheeks, next to me was a tall, lean body with sharp eyes and a killer smile. When the kid I had mentally called "Colin's brother" grew up I'll never know, but that was the moment I started calling him by his name. I didn't understand why I was attracted to him; all I knew was that I wanted him. Then he just kissed me out of nowhere, and I responded.

That went on for about a month, and then one day he stared ignoring my calls and texts. Whenever I came over he would go out or lock himself in his room. It took me a week to corner him.

"Ian, what is going on, why are you ignoring me?" he shook his head.

"I'm not, I'm not ignoring you!" I backed him up against the wall and trapped him between my arms.

"Don't bullshit me Ian! You don't answer my calls, or return my texts; you can't even look me in the eye! I don't understand, I thought you liked me."

"But I do!" He looked up at me for the first time in a week and my heart stopped. He looked so heartbroken and the only thing I wanted to do was hold him, to protect him because I realized that he became such a big part in my life.

"I've liked you for a while now," he started, "and when you kissed me back that first time, I was so happy! And when we made out it was like a dream come true. But I don't want it to be like that! I don't want you to fuck me over and leave me when you're done because I want to be more than just someone you hook up with once in a while!" I was surprised by his confession; I really didn't mean to treat him like that. I thought that he was just looking to let off some steam; I didn't know that when I sat him on my lap his heart raced or when I grabbed his hips to bring closer to mine his thoughts got jumbled. I didn't know that grabbing his chin before I kissed him made his knees weak or that lying in his bed and caressing his body while we kissed made him shudder. Because that's how I felt and I never thought that he felt the same way.

Needless to say we talked, and that night we slept together for the first time. How can something that feels so right be wrong? Because not only is he my best friend's younger brother, he's also four years younger than. How am I attracted to a thirteen year old, you ask? It's not just his body; it's how he talks when he's frustrated or frowns when he's concentrating. I love being around him and how he makes me want to be a better person, how he pushes me to be me. I especially love how he is confident in himself and is just purely hm. He's Ian and I love his personality and being with him. So if that makes me weird, or sick then yeah, I am.

But as we lay here in his bed right now, I know who I want to be with. I sigh as I feel his breathing slow against my neck. He's so young and can choose anyone he wants. But for right now he wants me. Am I taking advantage of him? I don't know.

I get up and go into the bathroom, cleaning myself up. I wet a rag and go back to clean him up as well before heading back to Colin's room. After being with Ian I can't help but think about the future every single time.

Colin only spares me a glance when I sit down next to him and resumes the game.

"You better be treating him right." He says. My heart stops and I sneak a peek at him, but his eyes are focused on the game.

"I am." I say because there's no point in hiding it anymore. "I take him out and we have fun." Colin doesn't say anything, and it's quiet except for the sound of shooting coming from the TV. Five minutes later,

"He really likes you, and from seeing the way you look at him, you like him as well. Even though he's my baby brother and you're supposed to be my motherfuckin' best friend, I'll let it go, for Ian's sake, not yours."

"How long have you known?" he shrugs.

"Two, three days max." he pauses the game and turns his body to face me.

"I don't care what others say, if you love him go for it. I know you, Dylan and I know that you tend to over think and worry about other people's opinions, but…" he takes a deep breath and gives me an intense look, "don't worry about other people, okay? Because you are what's making him happy and if you let some ignorant piece of shit ruin that, god help me I will rip off your balls." I nod slowly.

"It's just the age difference, Colin. I'm going to be eighteen in five months, and then what? I'm so fucking scared that we'll be torn apart, or worse, he'll dump me for someone else because he's so fucking young he can do anything he fucking chooses to. And I know four years isn't that bad, but that only counts for adult, I think. I'm just afraid that I'm taking advantage of him, you know?"

We both sit in silence for a long time before Colin resumes the game.

"You guys will figure it out."

When Ian comes in the room later that night to watch us, Colin doesn't say a word when he chooses to sit on my lap.

When we tell their mom three months later, I came out with only a broken nose and a black eye, but also with her blessing.

After I turn eighteen and went to college things became really difficult for us, but I never gave up, we never gave up.

And when Ian graduates from college I stand in front of him and propose.

And when he says "I do" on that day my heart bursts into a million pieces because it can't take all the happiness and joy I am feeling.

And when we lay in bed at night in each other's arms I can't help but think back to that day when we first kissed, and be thankful that everything worked out.

A/N: Okay, I honestlyhad no idea on how to end it, and this just came out! Tell me about any mistakes you see with grammar and such, or just tell me how much you liked it! Leave a review, a comment, an opinion! Thank you all!