Bedtime

He stood in front of my desk, slightly leaning over, holding one of my famed pictures. He placed it down, then picking up another. All I could see was his back. His black, curling hair to the nape of his neck — messy, as if he just woke up. He had a black t-shirt on, and denim jeans. I took another step into the room, it made a creak in the floor. He put down the picture quickly and turned around. If he had any ounce of surprise in him, it was gone before I noticed it.

“You took quite the time,” Christian said, his voice neutral. He sat on the edge of my desk, tilting his head. Some of his hair fell over his right eye. It didn’t seem to bother him because he made no motion in pushing it back.

“Sorry,” I exhaled. “My parents were finally leaving. You know how they are, they gave me an entire speech on keeping an eye on Justin and having boys in the house while I’m ‘alone’,” I made sure to make the quotations with my fingers.

He only shook his head. “They seem pretty protective.”

“They are,” I agreed. “It’s a pain.” I moved to my bed and sat onto it’s soft sheets. His eyes followed me but he said nothing. My fingers started to squeeze the sheets.

“Your brother?” He suddenly said. I could feel him watching me under his stare.

“What?” I automatically said.

“What — where’s your brother?” He arched a brow.

“Oh, Justin?” I said. “He’s in his room. It’s around his bedtime.” I glanced at the clock on my desk. It was almost 10 o’clock.

“I see,” he replied calmly. His eye flickered past me — around the room. “Good.”

“‘Good’?” I questioned. Christian, I noticed, was acting odd. Ever since I left to say bye to my parents, he’s been like that. He abruptly stood up. I couldn’t help my eyes widen a bit.

“Yes, good,” he repeated. “Then, we won’t be interrupted.” He slowly stepped towards me. His eyes were glancing up and down my body.

I laughed nervously. “Christian, what are you doing?” My fingers gripped the bed sheets tighter. My hands started to get sweating, my cheeks hot. He slide down next to me. His eyes were burning with something I couldn’t read.

“I’m doing what you’ve been wanting me to do.” His voice was thick. He had his lips parted. I never had taken notice of what nice lips he had. I stared at them for a moment before speaking.

“And what is that?” I asked slowly. He started to lean closer. I could feel his hot breath against my face.

“This,” he said, pressing his lips onto mine. I froze and tried to pull away, but his hand was already gripping the back of my neck tightly. I couldn’t. His lips were warm and soft. I tried not to give in, I really did. But eventually, my willpower ended and I started to kiss him back. I regretted it.

And then, I didn’t.

He pulled me closer into his arms. I pressed into him, my arms wrapped around his neck. “We shouldn’t do this,” I whispered. He started to trailed kisses down my neck. I breathed in deeply.

“And that’s exactly why we should.” He started to slip off my shirt. I let him. He pushed me against the bed and brought his kisses down my stomach. My fingers were locked in the hem of his shirt. He started to pulled off his shirt and threw it to the floor. He kissed me again with more force. His hands were in my hair–

Then, the door creaked open.

We both froze. It was Justin. A teddy bear was dancing in his hand, he was dressed in his pajamas. He looked half-awake, but aware enough to register what was going on. His eyes were round marbles. Christian moved off me, and I sat up. I tried to put a smile on my face. “Justin,” I said. “What’s wrong?”

He stared at me for a moment. “I had a nightmare…I wanted to sleep with you,” he said. “But you were–”

I stood up. “I’ll tuck you back in,” I told my brother, leading him out of my room.

“What about–” He started.

“Forget about that,” I snapped. I sighed and soften my voice, “Just…forget it, okay? I was doing…”

“Big girl stuff?” Justin said.

I gave him a grateful smile. “Yes, ‘big girl stuff’. Now go back to bed, kid. Mom and Dad will be back soon.” He nodded and slipped into his room. I quietly shut the door.

I noticed Christian was peeking his head out of my room, as I walked back. “Next time,” I told him. “It would be a good idea to do that when no one else is here.”

“I figured,” he replied.