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Timothy’s Terrible Prompt Stories - 15. Prompt 336 Oh God. This isn’t what it looks like!
A Nelson POV chapter
“Oh God. This isn’t what it looks like!”
Eric tried to disentangle himself from me, but I refused to budge and just stared daggers at Rob who had barged in on us with hardly any pause between knocking and opening the door.
”What do you mean, it isn’t what it looks like?” Rob closed the door and leaned on it, grinning. “To me it looks like my brother is spooning his boyfriend and having a very nice time.”
I kept a firm hold of Eric’s hand, which had been making slow circles on my stomach and chest underneath the thin blanket covering us, as I sat between his legs on the bed. The movie had just finished and I had had my eyes closed, listening to the music of the credits roll and enjoying having my boyfriend kissing and nibbling on my neck, while his other hand played with my hair.
Rob’s rude interruption was annoying, but not reason enough to jump up as if we had been doing anything wrong.
“Yes, Rob, we were having a nice time watching The Hobbit.“ Well, at least the fun parts of the first movie.
“What are you doing here? Weren’t you going out?” Eric finally relaxed and leaned back, and I settled in his embrace with a satisfied smirk.
Rob lost his smile and slumped a bit. “Yeah, well, I decided to come home instead. Anyway, Mom’s home-made lasagna beats fast food.”
I felt Eric’s body tense behind me. What was he worried about now?
“Did Melanie come here too?” Oh, right.
“Nope,” Rob moved over to sit on the edge of the bed. We stared at him until he gave in.
“I broke up with her, OK?” He tried to sound nonchalant, but the scowl he wore belied that.
“You broke up with her?! Why on earth… no wait, scrap that. Do Mom and Dad know?”
“Yeah, Einstein. Do you really think Mom would miss the significance of me suddenly coming home from a date and a team celebration? I’ve already had the third degree, so lay off, will you?”
I decided to intervene before the scowling and yelling deteriorated into physical violence. Eric and Rob had never looked more alike, but I knew the hot blue eyes and the bunched fists hid genuine brotherly care. Throwing off the blanket I stood up and both guys immediately turned their attention to me.
“Rob, I don’t want to pry, but I get the feeling this somehow involves Eric and me?”
For a moment I thought Rob would jump up and punch me, he looked so pissed, but his next words made it clear his anger was directed elsewhere.
“Well, it turns out the baseball team has a few homophobes hiding in the closet, and my former girlfriend seems to agree with their opinions!”
I gaped at him, “Do you mean in the closet as…”
“No, I don’t mean they are gay… or, I guess they could be; who knows. But what I meant is that they know their views wouldn’t be tolerated by the coaches or the school. Plus of course Jasper is your friend, Nelson, and no one wants you to get pissed at them. But today we went over to Chris’ place to have a few beers before we went out for pizza. And since Jasper wasn’t there, some people felt free to let go. Bastards.”
Rob rubbed the knuckles of his right hand, and Eric and I suddenly noticed they were bruised.
“Rob, you didn’t…” I wasn’t sure whether my boyfriend was appalled or proud of his brother.
“Yep, I sure did. So now I’m grounded for the next month! Even though Dad thought the punch was justified, he wants to be able to say I've been dealt with if anyone calls to complain. ‘A symbolic punishment for resorting to violence’ he called it.” Rob rolled his eyes.
I couldn’t suppress my curiosity anymore, “Who did you punch?”
“Chris, once, on the mouth. And Ryan, twice, in the guts. Made him puke all over the floor, the drunken shit.”
“Rob…” Eric sounded upset. I went over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He turned his head and buried his face in my T-shirt. I looked at my boyfriend’s older brother and saw the same protectiveness I felt. I nodded at him and he gave me a tight smile back.
“I guess we don’t want to know what they said, but what about Melanie? Why did you break up with her?”
The distraction worked and Eric turned back to his brother.
“What did the bitch say to you about me?”
“Hey, watch your mouth! Melanie may be my ex, but you don’t get to call her names.”
“Whatever! I never thought she was good enough for you, and I’m glad you dumped her.”
“Is that why you didn’t like the idea of a double date?”
“Stop making this about me, Rob! I didn’t mind her as long as she made you happy. But no stupid b..blond babe gets away with hurting my brother.”
I burst out laughing and both blond boys looked at me in confusion.
“Sorry guys, but it’s kinda cute how protective you are of each other. So it’s definitely over between you and Melanie, Rob? How about if she apologized and asked you to come back?”
Rob’s face took on an expression I’d never seen before. Not that I’d spent that much time looking at him, especially not if his hot younger brother was in the vicinity. But I guess Eric was familiar with this look of suppressed fury and hurt.
“Shit, Rob, that bad, huh? I’m sorry.” He leaned forward and bumped his brother’s arm with a supportive fist.
“Whatever, I’ll get over it. But we should go downstairs, since dinner is in ten minutes, and I promised to lay the table.”
It didn’t take a genius to work out that Rob wanted our presence to deflect any talk about the reason he was at home and not partying with his team. Eric jumped up and showed his thoughts mirrored mine.
“Hey, we get to celebrate your awesome home run, bro! I can’t wait to hear what your coach said about it.”
As we made our way down the stairs, I listened to Eric and Rob discussing the game with animation. Yeah, their mom was right; I would have to develop even more interest in baseball. But if I had Eric by my side, anything would be fun. And the rest of the season was going to be awesome; sitting in the bleachers with my boyfriend, the blanket on our laps, our hands linked underneath.
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