This month, I’m going to revisit some of my favorite boys – Michael and Aric – sort of. This is a snippet seen through the eyes of Michael’s sister, Trina.
If you want to see the other pieces with the boys, here you go:
The prompt will be bolded in the story itself. 🙂
“I’m coming, for fuck’s sake!” Trina called out, supremely pissed at whoever was banging on her door, interrupting her Criminal Minds marathon. The rest of her words – all cuss words, sure, but that wasn’t important – died on her tongue when she yanked the door open and found her brother, Michael, standing on her doorstep in the pouring rain. With a huge shit-eating grin splitting his face.
“Hey, sister,” he said, swaying side to side.
She grabbed his arm and yanked him inside, shutting the door behind them. “What the fuck, Mikey?”
He stumbled slightly and laughed brightly. “Oh shit, you were doing Criminal Minds tonight, weren’t you? Sorry to interrupt your gawping at Derek Morgan times.” Another laugh burst from his lips, and he covered his mouth, eyes wide as he stared at her.
“You’re drunk…and you’ve got glitter…” She gave a vague gesture in his direction, because honestly, the sparkly shit was everywhere, and she’d probably be finding it on her carpet for years to come, now.
“I am, but not too drunk. Just…happy.” His words were muffled against his palm as he nodded. He lowered his hand and continued, “It was a good fucking night. Until he got called back into work. And your place is closer to his so I had him drop me here. Figured you loved me enough to let me take your spare room for the night.” He batted his lashes playfully. “Pretty please?”
She sighed and stopped herself from asking who “he” was. Michael never shared about the guys he hooked up with. Part of her was grateful – because who wanted to hear about who their little brother banged? – but another part was sad he didn’t even try to find someone to be serious about. Then again, it was a Saturday night, and she was in her jammies, watching TV by herself. Who was she to judge on that point?
“Go on.” She shooed him toward the spare bedroom. “Shower that shit off yourself, and I’ll grab you some dry clothes. Then, it’s back to Criminal Minds and Derek Too-Hot-For-His-Own-Good Morgan. You can join or not…”
“I’ll join, but you know I’m more of a Spencer Reid man. Rowr.”
She snorted as she strode into the laundry room to grab some sweats and a t-shirt from the stash of clothes Michael kept at her place. When she went to the bedroom, Michael was standing in the middle of the room, bare from the waist up, still swaying slightly, Her eyes widened when she took in the marks on his neck and shoulders and the ones – definitely from rough fingers there – peeking from beneath where his jeans hung low on his hips.
“Fuuuuck, Mikey.” She whistled low and tossed the clothes onto the bed. “Did you send him to work looking like you? Sparkly and marked up?”
He didn’t even startle, just looked at her, strangely somber, as his cheeks pinkened. When he didn’t say anything, she prodded. Just a little.
“You normally don’t go for the club scene.” She walked up to him and thumbed some of the glitter from his cheek. “I’m assuming that’s where your night started…”
“I normally don’t,” he agreed. “Neither does Aric, but he needed to let off some steam, and so did I.” He sighed and lifted his shoulder in a weak half-shrug. “Dad called.”
Fuck. No need to explain, she thought. Their dad had been mostly absent during their childhood, but when he bothered to show up, emotionally and verbally abusive, homophobic asshole didn’t begin to cover it.
So she did what she had to do, to spare her brother more pain he didn’t need. She sidestepped that particular landmine and grasped onto the other nugget of information he’d given.
“Aric? Are you actually seeing someone? Regularly enough to actually learn his name?”
He narrowed his eyes. “I always learn their names, I’ll have you know.”
“Mm hmmm.” She crossed her arms. “But you never share them with me. So…”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Been seeing him for about a month. He’s…he’s…” He looked at her, expression almost panicked. “I love him, Trina. Fuck me, but I love him. Enough to go to a damned club, get all sweaty and glitter-bombed just to see him freaking smile.”
“Wow.” She took a deep breath then grinned. “Okay, you go shower the stink and sparkle off. I’m going to pull out the wine, and you’re going to tell me all about this Aric.”
“I mean it, Trina. He’s…he’s it for me.” He scrubbed his hands over his face then met her gaze. “That’s the real reason I had him drop me off here. I needed you to know. You two are the most important people in my life.”
Chest aching, she closed the distance between them, braved the glitter and kissed his cheeks. Then, grasping his shoulders, she turned him and gave him a push towards the bathroom. “Can’t wait to hear about him, so hurry.”
Once she heard the shower turn on, Trina went into the kitchen. She couldn’t help but laugh as she opened a bottle of white. How does she find out her brother has found someone to love and be with? He showed up at her door, soaking wet, bruised and covered in glitter. So fucking typical…