Dirty Visual

Zack walked up to his brother’s bedroom door and started knocking. He tried the door knob but it was locked. He really fucking needed to ask Mattie if he would watch the kids for the day, so he could go talk to their mother’s lawyer about the will. “Mattie, come on buddy wake up.”

The door down the hall opened up and his very sleepy looking brother walked out of Matt’s bedroom. He closed the door quietly and turned around; he jumped and let out a startled noise when he saw Zack watching him. “Hi, Zack.”

“Hi little brother.” Zack had his arms crossed, why the hell was Mattie coming out of Matt's bedroom in nothing but his boxers. Why did he look so damn guilty, pulling at his left elbow with his right hand? “Why’s your door locked.”

“Oh?” Mattie’s eyebrow rose, how the fuck was he supposed to explain that? Then the thought hit him. “Oh! I accidentally locked my door on my way to the bathroom this morning. I was in asking Matt for a spare key but apparently he doesn’t have one. So he said he would try to pick the lock for me.”

Smooth Mattie, very Smooth; Zack pondered the information given for a few seconds, and then shook his head. Mattie’s eyes widened. Oh fuck Zack didn’t believe his lie. “What ever. I just needed to know if you could watch the kids. I have the meeting with that lawyer today.”

“Oh, yeah that’s fine. I’ll take the kids to the park or something.” Did Zack just turn a blind eye to his lie or did he not know he lied in the first place? Fuck yes! Regardless of the answer the score was 1 for Mattie, 0 for Zacky. Oh god would he have loved the power of lying to his big brother when he was a kid.

-

No one held a funeral as requested by her will. No one would have attended anyway. Zack’s father had rented a hotel room for a few weeks so he could get to know the kids a bit better. Zack’s mom was cremated and her ashes were received by a maid to be put onto their homes mantle. Matt and Mattie had gotten closer over that time but had to hide it from Zack. One day they weren’t careful enough though.

A week into his stay at their home Zack came home early from work; he didn’t feel very good and decided to take off the rest of the day. The kids were at Matt’s mom’s house for the day. Matt was supposed to be at work but his car was in the front yard. Mattie had told him he was sick that day. Zack came through the front door to find Matt balls deep in his brother. “Oh gross!”

Both Matt and Mattie jumped out of their skins, halting their actions. Mattie quickly scrambled to stand and pull his boxers on. Matt didn’t bother; Zack had seen it all before and had gotten intimate with it. “Its not what it looks like.” Mattie stammered.

“Um I think it is.” Zack’s gaze squared in on Matt trying not to stare at the large package in front of him. “My brother, really?”

“It’s just fucking.” Both men responded in sync.

“It’s just fucking?” Zack shook his head looking at both of them with crossed arms. He looked at Matt again. “My brother?”

“What can I say; he’s as good in bed as you.” Matt joked, Zack’s cheeks lit up.

“Okay good bye.” Zack hurriedly walked into the guest room. Behind him he heard Mattie speak.

“My brother?” Then a loud laugh was heard from the younger man. “Oh gross.”

Zack laughed to himself from the guest room. “Shut up Zack!” Matt yelled down the hall.

Mattie appeared in the door way still laughing. “Zee its just sex really.”

“Okay.” Zack smirked and shooed his brother from the room. “I’m not feeling good. I need sleep. And I felt like I was going to get sick at work, it slowly faded but then I walked in on that and now I feel sick again” Zack joked.

“Oh fuck you.”

“Tell Matt to do that for ya’. I don’t do incest.” Zack joked and slammed the door in Mattie's face.

-

The tension cleared between them when the kids returned that night. Matt and Mattie joked around while Zack sat quietly and watched them interact. No way in hell, it wasn’t just sex, anyone could see that. Fuck. Who knows, they could each be just what the other needs.

-

Brian was on the other side of town. Michelle had been loving to him all day after she got the day off. She was a nurse and worked long hours. Brian hadn’t felt the connection with his wife since he had been home. Not like he use to. Maybe this is how he felt after she had cheated? No, why would they have stayed married if he felt like this before. He threw his head back against the couch.

“A man collapsed in the middle of town today. Nicolas refuses to share his full name but he states that this isn’t the first heart attack he’s had. The paramedics showed up just in time to save the mans life. Nicolas swore on life TV that he would become healthier so he could watch his daughter Phoenix grow up.” The news reporter stated on Tv. Brian clicked the remote off. Why does that name sound so familiar; Phoenix. Who did he know by that name? Phoenix, Nix. Who the hell can’t he remember?

Brian threw his head back and closed his eyes. He hadn’t been getting good sleep because of his ribs so it was easy for him to fall into a dream.

“Phoenix, Phoenix.” He called out to someone; he was outside standing on a porch, stairs on both sides of him as he leaned on the rail. A bunch of shrubs below where he stood; his dream changed.

“Fuck you Brian!” Michelle screamed. “You weren’t that good in bed anyway!”

An image of a bright white sign with black letters stating the name Dirty Visual flashed through his dream. Then it quickly switched to hot wax being poured over his body, in a room he didn’t recognize. He couldn’t see the person.

The kitchen door slammed causing Brian to wake up. His eyes widened when Michelle placed herself in his lap. She tried to bring her lips onto his but he held her back before she could. “Shelly my stitches hurt.”

“God damn it Brian! You won’t have sex with me, you won’t kiss me. Are you unable to get it up baby? I won’t judge you.” She stood acting sympathetic.

“Oh I can get it up; just not for you.” Her eyes widened and she screeched. Michelle had tried to get him turned on many times by sexily eating and many other ways. “I hurt Shelly. I just got out of the hospital. I can’t do the things you want me to.”

“Fine.” She stormed out of the room.

‘Fuck I can’t stand her.’

Brian called the only number he could think of; Matt.

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