Every Story Has A Beginning

The second Chase Bishop was cognitive, he had been fighting to live. He became aware, and he became caught up in a situation that required the skills of a man three times his age. This did not mean he gave up, however. It meant he worked harder to survive. After all, he had a younger brother to take care of.

Chase loved his brother more than anything in the world. If ever it was necessary, he would have gladly cut off his own hand in order to feed his younger brother. He never questioned things much, hence why he never questioned why his brother had the luck of being a redhead and he didn't. He loved that hair of his.

They were only teenagers, but Chase had decided to introduce his younger brother to the wonders of the bar. He had been careful to keep him away from it before, as he was terrified of his brother becoming an alcoholic. He saw what the shit did to you and it scared him.

"Today," He said happily, prancing into the bar, "we're gonna pick up some women and have some goddamned fun for once, okay? I got a little surprise for you!"

James swallowed, hoping his face wasn't turning red.

"Y-yeah, bro?" He tried not to stare at his brother's eyes for too long; they were so beautiful, he always felt like he would get sucked in. There was no one he loved and admired more than his brother, though lately that love was growing a little too strong; thoughts of Chase filled his head during his most intimate moments.

"What're we gonna do with women?"

Chase laughed, throwing his arm around his brother and affectionately kissing the top of his pretty little head.

"Oh, come on! What do you think we're gonna do with the women, stupid!" He rolled his eyes, releasing his brother so he could find a seat in the far back of the bar. "So, I don't know what kind of alcohol you'll like, but I'll figure it out, alright? So if you don't like it, don't worry, I'll drink the rest."

He stretched out, grinning widely. He couldn't wait to tell his brother about his score; the place he had robbed recently had been a huge jackpot. Fifties, everywhere! It was a huge score for them, and required a minor celebration.

James gasped quietly as his brother kissed his head, quickly attempting to hide it with a cough.

"I mean, where're we gonna take them--surely not back to our place? And motels are expensive...unless we, ya know, share a room." He felt embarrassment strangle his stomach as he realized he would really enjoy sharing a room with his brother. "It's um, economical and all, I guess."

"Oh, shut up. I scored us a house for tonight. People out of town for the week...It'll be empty, and perfect for us to bang chicks in, right, right?" He grinned widely. "Anyway, I'm gonna go order something for us, alright? Sit tight."

Sighing, James did as he was told. He smoothed his hair self-consciously; did he smell nice? He wanted his brother to touch him more, but he was too afraid to ask.

He also wanted to know how he was even supposed to "bang" a chick, but that seemed embarrassing as well--it was something men were supposed to just know, like what music wasn't for sissies and how to spit.

Chase returned with two beers, both the same brand. Not exactly cheap, either.

"There, go ahead, drink some." He smiled at his brother, leaning back in his chair. "It's good, trust me. Better than what we could usually afford. Anyway, the good news! I scored big, so we can afford some nice beer and maybe a prostitute to split."

He laughed, indicating that he was joking.

"W-we're splitting a prostitute?" he asked, not catching his brother's joking tone. "I mean, I guess it's cheaper, but..." He took a quick, long swig of his alcohol. It burned his throat and he coughed, disliking the bitter taste.

"It's...it's something!" he said when he had gotten his breath back. "I guess it takes some getting used to?"

He laughed heartily.

"I was joking, James! Come on, just because it's not gay if it's a threeway doesn't mean I wanna get that close to my little brother." He laughed again, feigning disgust.

It didn't actually gross him out to the degree he knew it should have, but he didn't question it. He didn't question a lot of things.

He smiled awkwardly, forcing a chuckle.

"Yeah, that'd be weird I guess--but desperate times call for weird measures, right?" He hoped he didn't sound too eager. Wanting to hide his dependence on his brother's response, he took another sip of his drink, more slowly this time. The taste was more bearable now.

"We have money, stupid. I could buy us two prostitutes each if I wanted to. Which I don't." He laughed. "Stupid."

"...Does this house have enough beds?" he asked hopefully. The chances were slim, but maybe he and his brother would be in close quarters after all...

"Of course it does. That's why I chose it. In separate rooms, too!" He grinned. "Perfect, like I said!"

James sighed deeply.

"...Yeah, sure."

"What?" He looked surprised. "Is there a problem, bro? Don't you wanna get some pussy tonight, huh?"

He blushed, frowning.

"...No, not at all, really! I've never done that and I don't know how and I don't know the girl and I don't want to be all alone with some stranger, okay? I just don't. I thought you and me were gonna spend time together tonight."

Wow. Chase had never felt more relieved in his entire life. Jesus, he didn't even know what he was saying, half the time. He just wanted to look cool for his brother.

"Oh. Okay, that works too!"

He swallowed some of the foul tasting beer, hating it in its entirety. But it made him look cool. He would start smoking soon, too. To look cool for his brother, of course.

James blushed, totally getting the wrong impression from his agreement.

"W-what?! But, bro...isn't that kind of, um...I mean, if you want to, it's fine, it's just..." He stammered awkwardly, very excited to the core of his being.

"...what?" He asked, confused. "What are you talking about?"

He looked up, confused.

"...Didn't you just ask to...? To, you know..."

"...to spend time with you?" He asked, confused. "I thought that's what you wanted, what's wrong?"

His blush deepened.

"Uh, nevermind. Yeah, I wanna spend time together--but didn't you want to have sex?"

"It's fine, I'll do it another night. You're more important than chasing tail, right?" He smiled.

He sighed again.

"Yeah, I guess...so what're we doing? We could sneak into an R movie, maybe? That might be fun, right?"

He sighed heavily.

"We'll see...What's playing, anyway?" He asked, tapping his fingers on the table.