My New Step-Brother - Part 6

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Casa Vitos was certainly not the type of place that I would would normally frequent. We weren't poor but as I walked through the large glass doors, and was met by a suited gentlemen who took my coat and led me toward a table, I knew this was far out of my league.

"Can I offer you a drink, sir?" A middle aged, impeccably groomed man asked and as I picked up the menu, the only word I could understand was water.

A new voice arrived, one that I recognised, though the owner spoke in Italian and both the waiter and I, turned to find the source.

Tucker appeared, and my mouth dropped slightly open. He looked stunning, not just handsome like he always did, but as though he had just walked off a catwalk in Paris. He wore a crisp white shirt which hugged his muscular arms tightly. It was tucked into a pair of expensive looking black trousers, and wore a pair of shiny black shoes looked that like they cost more than my house.

"Excellent choice, sir" the waiter nodded to him, pulling out his chair as he sat down.

"When in Rome" Tucker smiled at me, and I could tell that he was apprehensive.

"I don't even know what you just said" I told him, eager not to show him how fascinated I was by him.

"Wine" he told me "it's nice, trust me".

I nodded and looked around the dimly lit, five star restaurant.

"I don't think I can afford this" I told him honestly.

"It's my treat" he said "it's the least I can do after... After everything".

I looked into his beautiful eyes and wanted to forget it all. Was it really that bad? Sure he'd made a mistake, but we all make mistakes.

No. No, I couldn't let him off that easily.

"It was a bit of a dick move" I confirmed, as the waiter returned and poured a minuscule amount of red wine into my glass.

"Oh... Thanks" I said as the man remained in place.

I stared at Tucker, feeling the awkwardness until the beautiful man grinned his stunning white teeth at me.

"Taste it" he said, nodding to the glass.

"Oh" I replied, my cheeks as red as the wine that I poured down my neck.

"Yeah, tastes good" I lied and the waiter cocked an eyebrow.

"Here" Tucker said, sliding his own empty glass toward the man who filled it with the same amount.

Was he simply going to stand there and refill our glasses for the entire night?

Tucker held up the glass of wine, surveying it intently against the white tablecloth and then swirled it in his mouth.

"Perfetto" he said to the waiter, slapping his lips together, and the suited man beamed as he filled both of our glasses with a normal amount before departing.

"Can you tell I don't do this often?" I asked, still blushing as Tucker grinned.

"It's cute" he shrugged "so about the other day".

"Yeah" I nodded "it's been a shit show ever since".

I could see the guilt in his face as his eyes fell to the table.

"You know your dad forced us to go to therapy?" I scoffed "I had to detail almost everything that happened".

"Jayden, I'm sorry man" he sighed "I didn't think... I reacted, and I fucked up"

"Yeah, you did" I nodded, and sipped the strong wine.

"How did he react when you gave him the letter?" He cringed "I hope it got you out of the firing line, anyway".

I watched him carefully. Damn he was hot.

"I didn't give him the letter" I replied and he lowered his brow.

"But... But I told you... It's your proof, Jayden?"

"I'm not gonna' out you just to save my own ass" I said as two menus were placed down in front of us.

"I'm not like that" I continued "even if you are".

That one struck hard, and the sorrow in his eyes was clear.

"I deserved that" he nodded "and look, as I said in the letter, I don't expect you to forgive..."

"I do forgive you" I told him "but this is the one and only time I will".

It felt extremely strange to be making such comments to a man who could have easily had any man or woman in the entire restaurant, and yet he nodded his understanding.

"Why is he such a dick?" I asked, putting down the menu as Tucker smiled at me.

"Beats me" he replied "but he's always been like that, it's kinda' the reason why my mom divorced him".

"I can see why" I growled "but I'm sorta' glad that him and my mom met".

Tucker's eyes widened.

"Well if they hadn't" I explained "then I woulda' never met you".

"Can I take your orders, gentlemen?" The waiter smiled, returning to us.

For the following two hours, Tucker and I spoke deeply about our lives. He told me all about his mom and dad's divorce, about the death of his older brother and the pressure he was under to live up to his brother's legacy, brought on solely by his father.

I told him about my dad, and the wine loosened my tongue enough to admit how deeply painful his death had been, and still was. However, despite the tone of the conversation, we left together, grinning and giddy.

"Hey, are you a fast runner?" He asked as we walked down the street.

"I... I don't know?" I replied curiously, and watched as Tucker ran toward somebodies front door and pressed the bell.

"What are you doing?" I asked, wondering if he knew the people who lived there.

He turned to me, looking like a naughty school boy, and bolted up the street. My eyes widened as the light inside the house turned on, and I darted after him.

"You little fuckers!" Somebody roared after us, and as we turned down a lane, the sky opened and rain poured down heavily.

We stopped, both of us breathless from running and laughing, and we now stood just inches apart.

Tucker's white shirt became almost transparent as the rain drenched us, and all we could do was gaze into each others eyes.

"I think I'm falling for you, Jayden" Tucker said sincerely as water dripped down his perfect face.

"I... I think I'm falling for you too" I replied, wiping the rain from my eyes.

We embraced for the second time, only this time it felt magical. We connected, our arms holding each other as our lips met and we kissed passionately. My heart felt full once more, something that I hadn't felt in a long, long time.

I wanted the moment to last forever. I felt safe in his arms, safe and loved. He was so much stronger than me, and yet he was so gentle in everything he was doing.

His hand ran through the back of my wet hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss. His breathing was heavy, and the scent of his cologne drifted around us. It was perfect.

"I better get you home" he whispered, finally breaking the extraordinary kiss that we had just shared.

I nodded, though I would have stayed in the dark, wet lane all night just to stay with him.

"Goodnight, Jayden" Tucker smiled warmly as we reached my front door.

"Aren't you staying?" I asked, my voice almost pleading.

"No" he whispered, holding my cheek with his strong hand. "Not tonight".

He leaned forward once more and pressed his lips against mine. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

"I'll see you tomorrow though, okay?" He said as he stepped back into the pouring rain, and I nodded.

I watched him return back down the road that we had just come from and felt so happy that I wanted to scream. I, the weirdo who stayed in his room, the boy who was bullied for half of his life, the skinny, scrawny, freak, was in love, and it felt better than I could have ever dreamed.

I licked my lips, just to taste him one more time, and walked inside.

"Enjoy yourselves?" A cold, chilling voice spilled from across the hall, and I froze in fear.

"Happy are you?" Dustin snarled, stepping out of the shadows toward me. "You've only gone and convinced my son, my fucking son, to become a faggot, just like you".

His voice wasn't raised, which made me even more worried. I couldn't move a muscle, but I knew that this was not the time to provoke him.

"I'm going to bed" I said, my voice cracking, and as I walked toward the staircase, Dustin dragged me backwards and slammed me against the wall.

The air burst from my lungs as he pressed his head against mine. I could smell the beer, and could see the venom in his eyes.

"If I ever see you with him again, I'll fucking kill you. Do you understand me?" He growled in a sickeningly sinister tone.

I could do nothing else but nod as a wave of terror poured over me. I had never felt fear like this before.

"Now get out of my sight" he scoffed "just looking at you makes me sick".

I scarpered up the stairs, trying my best to hold back the tears until I reached my bedroom and broke down silently.

Why did it have to be like this? Why, for once in my fucking life, couldn't it just be easy?

I fell onto my bed, my pillow becoming soaked with tears, and cried like a baby until once again, the exhaustion took over, and I found some peace in my dreams.