*Just a reminder: For this month my flashes will be about brothers. If that doesn’t appeal, you might want to skip this round. Welcome to the Wednesday Briefers flash group. The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers.
So, something new this week! The word prompts for this week are: "Between you and me..."
or use: kitchen, flame, grimace
or "When did I ever say..."
Or
use one of these as a picture prompt instead.
I used between you and me...
Choices #2
It
was the longest week of his life. Really, time just crawled. Cooper had told
him to go home and think about his choices—to be in a relationship with his
brother or not. It was Saturday and Sandler wished the night would hurry the
hell up and arrive already. He snorted. Did Cooper really believe he needed to
think about this? He’d thought of nothing else for years. Thought about—and waited—for the day he turned eighteen.
Okay,
yeah. Cooper didn’t look the same. There was a dark edge that hadn’t been there
before. That boy-next-door look was gone. But Sandler was pretty sure Cooper
was still the same on the inside.
Night
finally came, and Sandler headed out. He’d googled the address earlier in the
day and knew where the club was located. He’d told his mom he was spending the
night with a friend. She was so concerned with getting ready for her date, she
didn’t question him.
An
hour later, he’d arrived and parked. The club was huge; huge like the size of a
Walmart. There was a line of people waiting to get inside. Sandler pulled his
jacket closer to his body. Just by looking at the people in line, he knew he
didn’t fit in—he’d never seen so much leather, chains, long black hair,
eyeliner, and piercings. Good God, he looked like a model for American Eagle or
something compared to them. Remembering what Cooper said, he walked straight to
the bouncer and held out the card. Or rather, held the card up. The bouncer
towered over him. At nearly seven feet and three hundred pounds, he positively
dwarfed Sandler.
“Ah,
yes. Someone’s certainly been waiting on you.” Razor, the bouncer, rumbled as
he looked at the kid standing in front of him. Fucking hell, he’s got ‘fresh meat’ stamped all over him. Now I see why
Coop demanded his guest be met right inside the door. This crowd would tear
such wholesomeness apart. He can’t be more than 5’8 and maybe a hundred thirty
pounds—twink all the way. Wonder what the kid’s kink is? Not Coop’s usual
style, this one. Cute kid with all that light brown hair parted down the middle
and the sides hanging in his eyes. And those eyes! Never seen that deep a brown except on Coop.
Razor
called and made sure someone could meet and escort the kid to Coop’s table.
“Okay, Edge is waiting on you. He’s the blue-haired guy right inside the door.
Listen, kid, stay with him—go where he says and nowhere else. All the tops are
gonna shit when they see you. Stay at Coop’s table and you’ll be safe.”
“Okay,
yeah.” Sandler looked down at the ground. “I know I look different.”
Razor,
gruff man that he was, wanted to promise he’d knock anyone’s teeth down their
throat that made fun of Sandler. Which surprised the hell out of him. He
reached out and ruffled Sandler’s hair. “Anyone hassle you, let me or Edge
know. We’ll take care of it.”
The
smile that touched the kid’s lips made Razor’s hardcore-top heart melt. He
sincerely hoped Coop knew what the hell he was doing with such innocence.
* * * *
Sandler
was led to a table that was roped off from the dance floor, off to the side of
an enormous stage. The lights focused on the stage were dim, and fog creeped
across the dais. An air of danger, wickedness, and sex of the kinky kind
surrounded Sandler. A low, sinfully enticing voice spoke the opening bars of a
song, then the lights came up. Two men were strapped to Saint Andrews Crosses; others
danced on the stage dressed in little to nothing. And, in the middle of it all,
there was Cooper… singing about sinful desires and dark needs.
The
crowds went wild as he sang and Sandler sat stunned. Cooper was dressed like he
was the other night, but this time there was no mesh shirt under the vest and
there were chains all over his body. There was little doubt what Cooper was
into, and what kind of place Sandler found himself at. Sandler swallowed hard;
he’d heard about places like this, and that kind of lifestyle, but he had zero
experience with it.
Jesus,
Cooper’s voice made him hard. The set finished and Cooper bounced off the stage
and came straight to the table.
“You’re
here.” Cooper stood over Sandler, staring at him. Panting and slightly out of
breath, he fought against his natural urge to drag Sandler up to his room.
“Yes.
I told you I’d be here, Coop. But between you and me… I don’t fit in.”
Cooper
closed his eyes. Sandler was right, so he had to give him a chance to run. “Do
you understand what I’m into, little brother? This kind of lifestyle? If you
stay with me, I’m going to drape you in chains, tie you to my bed—among other
things—and push every fucking boundary you have. Oh God, Sandler, I’m going to
give you five minutes to get the hell out of here… then it’s too late.”
“I’m
not going anywhere, Cooper. I know what you’re into. All I ask is give me a
chance to adjust.”
“Four
minutes. Eventually I’ll have you up there on that stage with me, bro. Helpless
and waiting for me to do whatever I want as I sing.”
“Okay.”
“Fuck.
Three minutes. You’ll wear my collar.”
“Okay.”
“Fuck. Two minutes. You’ll have my name
tattooed across the lower part of your back so everyone knows who you belong
to.”
“Okay.”
“Oh
sweet God. One minute. Sandler, I love you. You better be damn sure about
this.”
“I
am. I have been.”
“Five,
four, three, two… one.” Cooper jerked Sandler out of his chair. “Too late now,
little bro. You’re fucking mine.”
Cooper
dragged Sandler to his room.
TBC
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