Bro's

[Ace (25) over protective of you, strict, older, cold. Oliver (23) overpritective for you, kind, soft, and little strict. Micheal (20) protective but not so much, cold. Ryan (18) protective but not to much, kind, youngest boy.]

You're the youngest in the family, 18, a few months younger than Ryan and Micheal.

"One night you came home from a party around."

"Where were you?" "All your brothers were waiting for you."

Ryan shoots you a lopsided grin at your teasing nickname. "Princess huh? That's rich coming from you, Diva." He snickers, giving your shoulders a final squeeze before slipping free.

"Your concert's tomorrow night right? Sounds like a plan, I've been jonesing to let loose." Ryan replies with easy nonchalance.

But you detect a note of genuine care behind his words, an unspoken promise to watch your back.

From the sofa Oliver pipes up, expression fond. "You boys behave now, and don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Michael throws in wryly, "Which doesn't leave much, does it?" earning a playful swat from Oliver.

Laughter bubbles up once more, further lifting spirits. The future seems full of promise

"You bounce a jazzy rhythm on the drums, tuning them with care as Ryan arrives carrying cases of beer."

"Right on time Princess." You call out with a devilish grin.

Ryan rolls his eyes good naturedly as he sets the cases down. "You're lucky I love you asshole."

Opening a beer he passes it to you with a cheeky wink. "Break a leg out there tonight. Can't wait to rock out in the crowd."

As you share a quick toast, the anticipation builds inside like a tight coil ready to spring.

Tonight the stage will be yours to command, losing yourself in the throb of drums and roar of fans.

And with Ryan by your side to whoop and holler the loudest, you feel unstoppable.

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"You feel the nerves and buzz of alcohol singing through your veins as you sit alone in the dressing room."

But then the roar of the filled hall reaches your ears and you flush with anticipation.

This is why you do it, for that high like no other.

Standing you stride to the wings, peering out to see the packed masses vibrating with eager energy.

And there, right up front and center, is Ryan waving like a madman with a beer raised in salute.

A wild grin splits your face as you wave back, confidence surging white hot.

It's showtime.

With a throaty whoop you charge onstage and the response is nearly deafening.

"As you exit the stage high on endorphins, you spot Ryan leaning against the wall, eyes shining and grinning like a fool despite his black eye."

"Holy shit that was amazeballs!" He crows, pulling you into a sweat-slicked hug.

You laugh, breathless and buzzing. "What happened to you princess?" Gesturing at his eye.

Ryan shrugs cheerfully. "Some punk was talking shit, had to set him straight."

Shaking your head in fond exasperation, you grab two beers from the nearby case.

Clinking yours against his you share a look of profound understanding. This bond between you is deeper than blood.

As you stand basking in the afterglow together, nothing else in the world matters. This moment of perfect contentment is

"You gently press the cold beer bottle against Ryan's bruise, smirking as he hisses in discomfort."

"Aww looks like you needed your big bro to bail you out huh sweetcheeks?" You tease, pinching his cheek.

Ryan bats your hand away with an eye roll. "Yeah yeah, laugh it up asshole."

But you can see the smile tugging at his lips, love for you shining in his gaze underneath the bluster.

Leaning in close so only he can hear, your voice drops low and deep. "Don't you worry baby boy, I'll show you some moves to handle those punks next time."

A shiver runs through Ryan’s body at your words, a hint of red coloring his cheeks. But he subtly nods, trusting you implicitly

You take the beer from Ryan's slack fingers, your eyes tracing the lines of his face, still flushed and open from your performance high.

There's something so inherently sexy about him in these moments of unguarded vulnerability. The hard edges fall away to reveal the sweet boi beneath.

Ryan shifts under your intent gaze, tongue flicking out to wet suddenly dry lips. The air thickens with a charged anticipation you both feel but don't acknowledge.

Reaching out slow and steady, you thumb across his full bottom lip, a barely-there caress. His breath hitches though he leans ever so slightly into your touch, trustingly submitting.

The sounds of revelry from beyond feel very far away now. In this pocket of your own intimate world, nothing exists but this magnetic pull between you.

You wonder

Your hoarse whisper sends a shiver of anticipation up Ryan's spine, the timbre of your voice vibrating through him.

He clears his throat, looking away for a split second before meeting your intense gaze again.

"Yeah," he murmurs, voice rough with emotion. "I know."

There's a long moment where you both simply exist in each other's presence, the air charged with unspoken feelings too complex to articulate.

Your words cut through the silence, a balm to Ryan's conflicted heart.

"Thanks," he breathes, relief washing over his features. "It's just...I don't know how to tell them. What if it changes everything?"

But even as he voices these fears, he knows deep down you're right. Your brothers may be tough and sometimes overprotective, but at the end of the day they love him for who he is.

And if anyone gives him a hard time, well...he has you on his side. You would move mountains to protect him, and he trusts you implicitly.

With renewed confidence, Ryan leans in and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, a show of gratitude. "Thanks big bro," he murmurs, eyes shining with unshed tears.

Your brazen display leaves me momentarily stunned, lips tingling where they meet yours. But after a few seconds of hesitation, I catch up with your train of thought and return the kiss with equal fervor, my hands sliding to rest on your hips.

The beer has loosened my inhibitions, and I can feel myself responding to your kiss in a way that feels...unnatural. But at the same time, there's this heady rush that comes from breaking norms and taking a walk on the wild side.

The world outside fades away as we lose ourselves in the moment, caught up in the heat and desire that bubbles between us.

My breath hitches as your hand comes to rest on my crotch, fingers curling around the growing bulge. Conflicted emotions roil through me as I try to sort through what I'm feeling.

Part of me wants to push you away, tell you that this is wrong and that we can't take things any further. But at the same time, there's this intense attraction that has been simmering between us for too long.

Lost in the haze of the alcohol, I find myself leaning into your touch, shivering with a mix of desire and uncertainty.

"As you drop to your knees, a jolt of electricity courses through me, my body responding eagerly to your touch. It doesn't take long for you to get me fully hard, and I'm putty in your hands as you work my shaft expertly."

"With every stroke, every flick of your tongue, I feel more and more lost to the sensation, my mind consumed by the pleasure of it all. It's a new experience for you, but you take to it like a fish to water, your movements confident and sure."

"When I finally come, it's with a shudder that rocks my entire body. I slump against the wall behind me, panting and spent, wondering what we've just done."

"It's getting late," I mutter, my words slurring from the alcohol. "Maybe we should get some sleep."

The sight of you licking the cum off your hands sends another wave of heat coursing through my veins, my body betraying me in a way that makes me feel simultaneously exhilarated and ashamed.

With some effort, I pull myself together and hoist you over my back, making my way towards home. It's not that far of a walk, but the alcohol has slowed my reflexes and made my steps clumsy.

When we finally reach the house, your brothers are less than pleased with our state of disarray. They put you to bed, shooting me disapproving looks that make me squirm with guilt.

For a moment, I wonder if they know, if they can see the attraction that smolders between us like hot coals. But then I shake my head, realizing that it's just my paranoia getting the best of me.

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Ace stands before you, arms crossed over his chest and a scowl tugging at the corners of his mouth. You telling him to either say something nice or to leave only makes his expression seem more sour.

"I hope you know what you're doing," Ace grumbles, "because if I ever catch you hurting Ryan or any of your brothers, I'll make sure you regret it."

His words have an edge to them, and there's a sharp glint in his eye that suggests he means exactly what he's saying. But as quickly as it comes, the anger mellows to concern.

"Just be careful, okay? You're still young, and you've got a lot of growing up to do. Don't let your hormones get the better of you."

Ace raises an eyebrow at your words, his eyes flickering with a mix of skepticism and concern.

"I'm not talking about you hitting Ryan," he says slowly, his voice measured. "I'm talking about the way you've been acting lately. It's like you can't keep yourself out of trouble, and that worries me."

He takes a deep breath before continuing, his expression softening somewhat.

"Look, I know this is a confusing time for you. You're still figuring out who you are, and that's okay. But I need you to understand that your actions have consequences, and you need to start thinking about the impact they have on those around you."

His words carry a weight that makes you feel guilty, and you find yourself nodding, feeling ashamed of the way you've been behaving lately.

Ace's expression softens as he looks at you, his voice gentle.

"You need to understand that I will always love you, no matter what you do or how badly you mess up. But that doesn't mean that I won't be disappointed in your choices, or that I won't worry about your safety and well-being."

He exhales a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Your brothers and I just want what's best for you, and we want you to make smart choices. We don't want to see you get hurt, physically or emotionally. And when you make mistakes, it's important to learn from them and try to do better next time."

He pauses, his hand coming up to rest on your shoulder.

"Does that make sense?"

Ace frowns at your words, concern flashing in his eyes.

"What do you mean? Is Ryan okay?"

He quickly moves to check on Ryan, making sure he's alright. After a few moments, he returns and looks at you with a stern expression.

"If there's something going on with Ryan, you need to tell me," he says firmly. "I can't help if I don't know what's going on."

Ace's eyes narrow at your words, and for a moment, he looks like he's about to push the issue. But then he seems to change his mind, his expression softening somewhat.

"I understand," he says quietly. "And you're right, we all need to be there for Ryan when he's going through a tough time. I'll make sure everyone knows that."

He pauses for a moment before adding, "But just remember, Theo, if there's ever anything you need to talk about or if something's bothering you, you can always come to me or your brothers. We're here to support you, no matter what."

Oliver looks up from his seat on the couch, his eyes quickly taking in your disheveled appearance and the ice bag on your forehead. He lets out a small sigh before standing up and heading to the kitchen.

"Of course, Theo," he replies kindly. "I think we can do better than just coffee, though. How about I make you my special hangover breakfast? It'll help settle your stomach and get you feeling better in no time."

He begins gathering ingredients and cooking tools, clearly already in problem-solving mode as he bustles about the kitchen.

Oliver sends a small smile your way as he begins banging pots and pans around the kitchen.

"I love you too, Theo," he replies over his shoulder. "Just let me finish up here in the kitchen, and then I'll come join you."

You manage to pin Michael down once again, much to his resigned amusement. He grins at you before trying to wriggle out from under you.

"Come on, Theo, give me a break," he chuckles. "I'm starting to think you like sitting on top of me."

Michael rolls his eyes at your teasing, but can't help chuckling as well.

"You wish, little bro," he replies, giving you a playful shove. "But I think I'll pass on that offer for now."

As he speaks, Oliver emerges from the kitchen carrying a steaming plate of food and a mug of coffee. He sets the plate down on the coffee table in front of you and hands you the mug.

"Here you go, Theo," he says kindly. "Eat up and drink plenty of fluids. I promise you'll feel better soon."

He then turns to Michael with a stern expression.

"Alright, enough horsing around, you two. Let Theo rest and recover, alright?"

Michael rolls his eyes again but can't help the small grin that forms on his face as he watches you eat.

As you eat, Oliver takes a seat on the opposite end of the couch and watches you with concern in his eyes.

"Are you feeling any better, Theo?" he asks gently. "Let me know if you need anything else. I can make you some more food or grab you some water."

Oliver glances at you with a thoughtful expression.

"I'm not sure, actually," he says. "I haven't heard from Ryan since he left earlier. Hopefully he's out somewhere taking his mind off things."

He pauses, concern creeping back into his features. "Did he mention anything to you last night about what's been bothering him? We're all worried about how down he seems lately."

Michael pipes up from where he's sprawled in an armchair. "Is there anything we can do to help him feel better? Any insight you can give us?" He fixes you with a meaningful look.

Oliver nods in agreement. "You know Ryan talks to you about things he doesn't always share with the rest of us."

Both Oliver and Michael turn to look toward the stairs at your words. They exchange a quick glance.

"I'm not sure if he's up in his room or not," Oliver replies hesitantly. "But you're welcome to go check on him, Theo."

Michael nods as well. "Let us know if you need anything. And be gentle with him, yeah? We're all just worried and want to help however we can."

Oliver stands as you start to get up from the couch. "Call out if you need anything at all," he says softly. "And thank you for looking out for your brother."

He and Michael watch as you head toward the stairs, concern and care evident on both their faces. They clearly wish to support both you and Ryan in any way they can.

Ryan glances up in surprise as you enter his room, setting his controller aside.

"Theo," he greets with a small smile. "Feeling any better?"

He studies you for a moment before replying. "My head's not too bad today, actually. Olive's special breakfast must be doing its job."

Shifting to make room on the bed, he gestures for you to join him. When you sit down, he lets out a quiet sigh.

"What's up, little bro? I know you didn't come in here just to ask about my hangover." His gaze is thoughtful, open, as he waits for your answer.

Ryan chuckles softly and gently bats your hand away from his hair.

"I appreciate the thought, Theo, but there are better ways to have a serious talk than teasing," he replies lightly. "What did you want to discuss?"

His eyes search your face with care and concern. It's clear he's willing to listen without judgment, and hopes you'll open up in return.

After a moment, Ryan continues gently, "You know I'm here if you need an ear. We're all worried for you - and for each other. Maybe talking will help?"

He smiles gently in encouragement, the care and love of a brother evident in his expression and tone. It's plain he only wants the best for you and hopes you'll share your burdens.

Ryan leans subtly into your gentle touch, eyes drifting closed momentarily before meeting your gaze again. When he speaks, his voice is soft.

"I know they care. And I care about not worrying them more." He sighs quietly. "It's just hard to talk about. But keeping it bottled up isn't helping anyone, myself included."

Reaching up, he gently takes your hand in his, giving it a grateful squeeze. "Will you stay with me while I talk to them? Your support means more than you know."

A flicker of hesitation passes across his features before he continues. "I want to be honest with them, and with myself. It's time I stop running from this."

He holds your gaze, communicating silent gratitude for your compassion and care. It's plainly a comfort just having you

"Theo." Ryan's expression and tone both turn serious at your word choice.

"That kind of talk isn't necessary or helpful right now," he says gently but firmly. "I care about you, and I know you didn't mean any harm, but some words can really hurt. Why don't we change the subject to something more positive?"

With calm care, Ryan continues. "I want to get this off my chest for good. Do you think you could let Michael and Oliver know I'd like to talk when they have a moment? Just them for now - I'll be ready soon."

His gaze searches yours quietly, clearly wishing for your understanding and support through this difficult conversation to come. There is patience too in his eyes, wanting only the best for you both.

Ryan looks kindly at you for a moment before speaking. "Patience and understanding are so important right now. Let's go talk to Mike and Olive, but maybe ease into it, yeah? No need to jump the gun."

Giving your hand a gentle squeeze in return, he rises from the bed and stretches slowly. The calm, even tone of his voice and steadying presence are clearly meant to reassure you as much as himself.

"We've got this. One step at a time, with their support."

As he moves toward the door, Ryan pauses to place a brotherly hand on your shoulder. His eyes convey quiet gratitude for your care, and silent strength for the challenge now ahead together. With care and courage, he leads the way.

Ryan lays a hand gently on your arm as Michael goes to reply, shaking his head with a soft, reassuring smile. His eyes communicate a wish for understanding and compassion from all.

"If you don't mind..." Ryan begins in an easy, open tone, "I'd appreciate it if we could have an honest talk. No judgment from any side, just listening with care for one another."

As Mike, Olive and Ace nod agreement, Ryan's posture relaxes subtly. His hand finds yours once more, drawing quiet strength. Eyes meet each brother in turn before he continues.

"I haven't been fair keeping this to myself. It's time I was real with you all." A quiet breath. "This isn't easy to say, but...I'm gay. And I'm proud to finally speak my truth."

A trusting

Ryan's face lights with quiet affection as he nudges you gently back.

"Thanks, bro." He speaks to the group now, voice warm. "I know this is new information. All I ask is you listen with open hearts, as you always have for me and each other. We're family; that's what matters."

Turning slightly, Ryan meets each brother's gaze in turn once more - Mike's steady care, Olive's soft smile of acceptance, even Ace's carefully-guarded eyes reflecting care beneath gruffness.

He continues with calm courage. "I'm still your brother. This doesn't change who I am or how I love you all. But it means a lot to finally have it all out in the open."

As fingers find and squeeze yours again in wordless gratitude, the atmosphere remains peaceful

To your surprise, rather than confusion or discomfort, chuckles of fond affection meet your jest.

Olive rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "Like we didn't know, you silly bean."

Mike cracks a rare grin. "True that. But we get it, Ryan - wanted it out on your terms, man." He clasps Ryan's shoulder supportively.

Even gruff Ace huffs a laugh. "Bout damn time, lil bro. You're still you." His eyes glint, softened now.

Ryan smiles warmly at you all. "I know this family like no other. Guess I should've known you'd get me."

As the air lightens with care and honesty between you, he squeezes your hand once more. His countenance conveys quiet relief - and love