I knock on his door and open it. Brek isn’t asleep. He’s got his phone in his hand, though I can’t tell if he’s scrolling, reading, or maybe watching something. Whatever he’s doing, he brings his hand holding the phone down and smiles at me.
Closing his door behind me, I kick my shoes off. Then I’m stripping my clothes on my way to his bed, so I’m practically naked by the time I reach him. Brek sets his phone to the side. As soon as he does, I fall on top of him.
He laughs. When I don’t move, he tangles his fingers in my hair. “Long day?”
“Can I vent for a minute?”
“Yep. Want me to listen, commiserate, or make suggestions?”
I grin because I fucking love that he asked. “Listen.”
“Okay. Go.”
“I’m not really venting, but I need to say it out loud. Dad is a beast. Like, if we were in medieval times, he’s the man who slayed the dragon. He’s Alexander the Great and has conquered the world. He’s King Arthur, ushering in prosperity and elevating life for everyone in his kingdom. He’s… a damn god. I swear, he’s accomplished more in his lifetime than nearly anyone in history. With a damn pen and not a weapon. But… he’s nearing the age where he should retire, and that means someone needs to follow in his footsteps. Imagine being the man to come after God. The ones who tried to carry on Alexander the Great’s legacy—and failed dramatically, mind you. Eventually, King Arthur dies. Beowulf dies from the injuries he sustained from the dragon that he saved his kingdom from. No one can fill the hero’s shoes. But someone has to.”
“Is that someone you?”
“No. My brother.”
“That clears it up.”
I grin. “Myro. The thing is. Myro is already terrified of trying to live up to our father’s legacy. I love Myro. I have all the confidence in the world in him. But he’s right. He’s not Dad. Dad is… special. It takes a really fucking unique person to do all the shit Dad’s done. But what are our options?”
“I know you want me to listen, but can I make a… comment?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe the problem is that you’re looking for one person to take Jalon’s spot when you’re right. Nooneperson is like your dad. Maybe Jalon’s succession needs to be multiple people. It’s not like he runs his empire alone anyway.”
His words sink into me, and I nearly laugh because, uh, yeah! Of course. How fucking stupid have we been this entire time?
I pick my head up and look at Brek. “You’re an amazing fucker.”
He laughs. “Yeah?”
“That’s brilliant. I even said something along those lines literally minutes ago. Right before I left Myro. But it was still a future with Myro as the king and the rest of us his knights or some shit. Not multiple kings.”
“You really do think of this as a kingdom, don’t you?”
“No, it’s more the consolidation of power in Dad, fashioned after the kings of old. Not the figurehead monarchs and patriarchs we see today. Although, yeah, kind of, right? Dad rules a damn empire. Which is why it’s always been so intimidating to his sons.”
“I have another suggestion.”
“What’s that?”
He shoves at me until we roll and I’m on my back. Brek climbs on top of me and grins down. Maybe he’s grinning because his body on top of mine immediately makes my dick perk up with interest.
“How about we do some experimentation?” Brek suggests.
“What kind of experimentation?”
“Well, I’ve heard orgasms are a great source of stress relief. I’m not stressed, but you are, and… I’m a little curious to see how my body takes interest in different situations.”
“Okay. I’m game. What do you have in mind?”
Brek grins and slides down my body. He shoves my legs apart and looks at my crotch. A thrill runs through my body and pools in my cock. Right before Brek’s eyes, I get hard for him.
“How about I suck your dick? But full disclaimer: I’ve never had a cock in my mouth before. I can also count on one hand how many times I’ve had my cock in someone else’s, and not once was I into it, so… you can guide me if you like.”
