It wasn't a flat out 'no', which Luc decided to take as a good sign.
"I'm going to go sort through the photos I've been taking and choose the best ones."
"You can do that down here," his mum said.
Luc knew he could, but by retreating to his room, he was giving Adam the opportunity to come out of his.
"I work better without distractions," he lied. "I could do with putting in some hours on my day job, too." He gave his mum a kiss on the cheek, before leaving them to look at the website design they'd chosen.
As he reached the top floor, he could hear the shower running. He glanced at his watch. It wasn't long before his parents and Adam would be heading to the dance school for the evening's classes. He stared at the shut bathroom door, imagining Adam standing beneath the shower, naked, water cascading over his strong body. Thinking like that was going to get him hard in no time, but he had no intentions of cleansing his thoughts. If fantasising about Adam was the closest he was going to get to his stepbrother, he'd take it.
Alone on the landing, he shut his eyes and let his hand drift to his crotch, massaging his cock through his jeans. In his mind, he saw Adam rubbing shower gel over his body, the bubbly foam gathering on his biceps and dripping down his abs to his— Luc bit his lip. Standing on the landing, getting horny, was going to get him in a lot of trouble.
The shower stopped and Luc knew he needed to go back to his room, lock the door and finish his fantasy in private, but his feet had other ideas. They kept him rooted to the spot until, a few moments later, Adam walked out the door.
His hair was still wet, allowing droplets of water to drip onto his forehead. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and his smooth chest was still slightly damp. He was freshly shaven. There was a small shaving cut on his left cheek, where a tiny bead of blood had formed. He stared at Luc, his breath quickening.
"What do you want?" Adam snapped.
"I... was just going to my room."
Then Adam's gaze dropped to Luc's crotch and his all too obvious hard-on. He looked up again, meeting Luc's stare. Luc had no idea what to do. His throat felt tight and he really needed to jack off, but what he wanted was to feel Adam's hand gripping his cock. He wanted Adam's lips against his again. So, he stood there, doing nothing to hide his desire for his half-naked stepbrother.
Adam didn't move either. Luc would have loved to have been able to see inside his head and read his thoughts. But he couldn't, so he let his gaze rove over his stepbrother's bare torso. His muscles were clearly defined and Luc imagined himself trailing his tongue down the dips between them all. Fuck, he really wanted to push Adam into his room, shove him onto the bed and devour him.
"I'm going to get dressed," Adam said, sidestepping him.
"Adam..."
"I'm not interested, Luc." Adam's voice was tight. "You need to get that into your head."
"And you need to realise that I can't flip my feelings for you off and on like a light switch," Luc said, in a hushed whisper.
Adam hunched his shoulders. "I'm not asking you to. But I'm telling you: I don't want you. I won't ever want you. I couldn't want you," he said, his voice cracking with the finality of his own words. His chin quivered as he glanced back at Luc. "I'm sorry."
Luc blinked. Sorry? Why was Adamsorry? Unless... Could he dare to believe that Adamdidfeel something for him? Was that why he hadn't stopped the kiss? Why he'd stood, staring at Luc for several moments, before turning away?
It was a hope he took with him into his room, as he tugged off his jeans and boxer shorts and made himself comfortable on the bed. He smeared lube over his hand and cock, closed his eyes and thought about Adam with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, as he brought himself to a slow, delicious climax.
Chapter Ten
Adam
"I've got the social media accounts set up and a bunch of photos ready to go," Luc said at breakfast the next morning.
Adam had stopped hiding. He couldn't be a stranger in his own home, nor could he continue to act in a way that was causing their parents to worry. Luc's feelings were his problem, not Adam's.
"That's great," Deborah said. "Adam, why don't you spend some time with Luc today so he can show you what type of posts to write?" She glanced at Luc. "They are called posts, aren't they?"
Luc chuckled. "Or tweets, if you're talking about Twitter."
Adam glared at his toast. "Yeah, sure."
He couldn't understand how Luc could behave as though nothing was wrong. If he could do it now, why hadn't he done it when they were teenagers, instead of siding with the bullies that had humiliated him?
"I'll go grab my laptop after breakfast," Luc said.
"I thought you preferred to work in the quiet of your room?" their dad said.
