CHAPTER 17

[THIRD PERSON’S P. O. V]

Once the decision was made, Levy picked his brother up from where he was sitting, with his hands; and transported him on the couch, he got up on top of him. And Reign's hands, instinctively moved towards his brother's back. Levy shifted his leg between Reign's as he crashed his lips on to his.

His tongue worked all the way to his brother’s, who was allowing him to explore it. Reign tugged at his brother’s hair, pulling him closer, and deepening the kiss. He was already so damn hard. And here, Levy kept pushing down his slick tongue down his brother's throat. The kiss was fervent, desperate and was a lot more than Reign actually asked for.

Reign's tongue intertwined his Levy's, and Reign understood that very moment, that there was no coming out of it. Levy tasted like mint, coffee and him. It was a heady mix of flavours, and Reign wanted his fill.

Levy put his focus on Reign's lips, as he lightly sucked on it, earning a groan from the other guy. Fuck, Levy himself was so turned on, but could do nothing, except kiss. Once again, he shoved his tongue down, and their tongues met, and sucked the breath out of eachother.

Levy’s aroma crashed on to Reign as a blast. The hands which were cupping Levy’s face, were sliding down his t-shirt as his fingers trailed all the way down to the hem of his jeans leaving red marks. The quarterback groaned against his brother’s eager mouth, who insisted on giving in all he wanted. The warmth emanating from their bodies, collided in a massive explosion of passionate fusion.

He wanted to stay like this forever, to be able to kiss him forever. Reign smiled against his brothers scarlett lips, pulling him in, pressing him against his chest. It was like oil and water clashing, a deep sense of danger draping over them both. The makeout was going on in full swing, Levy occasionally went down on his brother’s nape, passionately biting, sucking, leaving marks all along. The smaller brother’s hand, slid under the material of his brother’s jeans and grabbed his ass. That’s when Levy understood that he had gone to far for just a kiss. Finally, the two broke away.

“Good God, Levy!” Reign smiled under his brother, as he gleefully smiled. Honestly, Reign never had a make out as hot as this. Whereas, at this comment, Levy painfully closed his eyes. Was this how much he wanted his brother? That crazy desperation — this was so unlike him. Shit, how could he stop now?

Without uttering another word, he got up from the couch, and walked up the stairs and disappeared in his room.

He slammed the door shut behind him, as he walked into the bathroom with his jeans on. He gingerly stepped in the shower cubicle, as he turned on the faucet. A cold shower, for desperate times. The cold water cascaded down his back, relaxing his tensed muscles. He put both of his hands on the beautifully tiled wall facing him, and closed his eyes.

How harsh was the reality? Turns out, Levy wanted Reign just as much as Reign wanted Levy. The only difference is, Reign understood that quick, and was blunt with his moves, whereas, the big brother had a bit more self control.

How sick was this? Having sexual thoughts for your own blood brother? No one, but Levy knew that better than everyone else. He was so hard, so turned on, and the mere thought of how responsive Reign was when they kissed — shit. He shouldn’t be going there. Now that they kissed on Levy's consent, the dilemma just increased. He heavily started hating the thought of that beautiful tongue of his brother down someone else's throat. He needed to get a grip.

Reign would so easily walk away now, leaving the other brother hanging, as his shenanigans would continue, or so Levy thought. After what may seem like hours, Levy stepped out of the bathroom and dried himself with a towel. Damn sleep, he thought. He got rid of the wet jeans, and found himself a pair of black t-shirt and black jeans and quickly wore them, as he sat on his table, finishing homework.

A part of Levy wanted Reign to come up to his room, and fuck him, like the smaller brother always wanted; but now he knew that he would never come to him. He promised to walk away. Reign, unfortunately, kept his promises. His self control was slowly, slowly ebbing away.

It was 5 in the morning, when he went out for his regular morning run, and went to school with his car, leaving Reign to fend for himself to get to school. How would he be able to face his brother? Levy, for the first time in his life, dropped breakfast.

The classes were mostly uneventful, and he seated himself in the last bench, and stared away at the window. His mind was barely working, and he had football practice. He would drop practice today.

“There will be no practice today!” Levy shouted at his team, who gaped at him, open mouthed and clueless. But, none of them dared to question their captain. His wish was the command. Lucifer, on the other hand, knew something was wrong.

(A/N : Ow, what is happening in the story? Getting intense, isn't it? I watched “Basic Instinct” yesterday night, and it was gold. The 90s, have some best films to remember the era for. And Sharon Stone is so gorgeous oml. I stared at her for the whole film. I love you all.

Yours, Grey.)