Free Brothers by Bond by Brenda Cottern Page B

Johnny handed over the beer and poured the pasta into the water.
    "Thanks," Mike took a long swig and continued to frown at his best friend.
    "Damn bro, lighten up." Johnny acted as if the argument between them had never happened and for that, Mike was grateful. "I gave you a beer and I'm cooking you dinner. Sheeze."
    "You're on the crutches again." Mike pointed out. "Don't make me hide them from you. Now go sit your invalid ass down before you fall down." And just like that they were back to normal, except for Mike still not knowing if he was gay or just infatuated with his best friend.
     
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    Three weeks passed and they fell into a routine. Mike switched from mid shifts to mornings and Johnny went to his physical therapy. Things were bizarrely domestic between them. Johnny was there when Mike left for work and he was home again when Mike finished his shift. The only thing that would have made them more domestic would've been if they were sharing the same bed. That wasn't about to happen and Mike's back was paying the price from sleeping on his sectional. If a sore back was the price to pay to keep his friendship, to keep his brother, then he counted himself lucky.
    They had not showered again nor had Mike given Johnny another shave. Even though Mike was thankful that he wouldn't be caught with his guard down in those types of situations, he worried that his brother knew something was not right when they happened that first time.
    Mike had been back to the Jungle three times, once even at night, but no matter how many men he looked at, none of them attracted him like Johnny. Several times he was flirted with or out right hit on and he found that the pickup tactics that the men used were not at all that different than what he had used to pick up chicks.
    As flattered as he was by the attention from the men, they just didn't do anything for him. He was seriously starting to doubt that he was gay but he could not make any sense of how he felt toward Johnny or why his body reacted the way it did when his best friend made innuendos, which just happened to be all the damn time. Mike gave up trying to figure it all out.
    He was done with work early and after a shitty shift, all he wanted was a beer. If he wasn't in uniform, he would have hit up the bar, maybe even the Jungle, but that wasn't an option so he would just go home and be content with a cold one from his own fridge.
    Mike let himself into the house and didn't see Johnny in front of the TV. He wasn't too surprised since his best friend sometimes took a nap after his PT sessions. So, Mike just made his way to the fridge to grab a cold one. He drank his beer as he climbed the stairs, a shower the next thing on his to do list before he made them dinner.
    Mike was going over the ingredients to make meatloaf in his head as he stepped into his bedroom and stopped dead in his tracks. The beer that was halfway to his lips slipped from his fingers and crashed to the floor, shattering glass everywhere, but he did not notice.
    His full attention was on the sight before him, on his best friend who was lying in his bed practically naked. Johnny was splayed on his bed, T-shirt pulled up to show his six pack and one small dark nipple while his track pants were pushed down to mid thigh. His head was tilted back exposing his corded neck as his hand stroked his cock furiously.
    Johnny's eyes opened slightly and seemed to lock on Mike as his leg muscles tensed and his toes curled in pleasure before hot stream after stream of cum exploded from his cock to cover him.
    Everything happened so fast. Johnny seemed to get off just as the beer bottle shattered on the floor. It was like a train wreck that Mike could not look away from and that he knew Johnny could not stop. Mike's eyes remained glued to the streams of white that were now mixing with sweat and all he wanted to do was run his tongue along those cum-gutters.
    "Shit!" Mike exclaimed and time seemed to reassert itself as he turned