Brothers by Bond by Brenda Cottern Page A

incident. Warm water, from dual showerheads, sprayed them both and Johnny moaned in pleasure. As long as Mike didn't allow his best friend to turn around or back into him, he should be fine. If only his aching prick would go down…fat chance of that happening anytime soon with Johnny so wet and so close to him.
    Mike kept his hands loosely on Johnny's hips, aware of the surgery scars, in order to keep him at arms length. His eyes he glued to the back of his best friend's neck and resisted the urge to look down. Water cascaded in rivulets down from Johnny's military cut blond hair and over his trapezoid's as he raised his arms to wash his chest.
    Visions of running his tongue along those muscles until he could bite the side of his brother's neck flooded Mike's mind and made him ache all the more. It took all of Mike's control not to tighten his grip on Johnny's hips and to resist the urge to play out his fantasy.
    So focused was Mike with his internal battle that he almost didn't catch Johnny in time when he slipped. Mike's hands slid around Johnny's waist as Johnny's arms spread wide, flailing to brace against the tile walls of the shower. It was a lost cause. Mike knew they were going down. And down they went. All Mike could do was make sure that Johnny didn't land on his bad hip. Gravity did what it always does and Mike twisted and locked his arm around his brother's chest.
    "Fuck!" Johnny yelled as they hit the tile floor.
    Mike groaned as the impact of the tile was jarring through his bones and briefly wondered what his brother was complaining about since he wasn't the one on the bottom.
    "Shit, Mikey! Are you okay?" Johnny asked but didn't move out of Mike's grasp.
    No. I am definitely not okay , Mike thought as he felt his hard on pressing into his best friend's back. His first instinct was to throw Johnny off of him and get the hell away. He trampled that instinct and tried to ignore his arousal.
    "Yeah, I'm good." Mike replied and prayed Johnny wouldn't crack any smart assed jokes about what was currently poking him in the back. His prayers seemed to be answered when Johnny spoke.
    "Shit bro, I'm sorry. I don't know what the fuck just happened.
    "As long as you're alright," Mike replied to diffuse his best friend's guilt over the fall.
    "Yeah, I'm good," Johnny said but still made no move to get off Mike's lap.
    It seemed like several moments passed and when Johnny still hadn't moved, Mike finally spoke.
    "Let me up Johnny."
    Johnny shifted his weight and Mike slid out from beneath him. He had his back turned to his best friend as he stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around his soaked briefs to hide his erection and then he turned off the shower. Why he was bothering to hide it, after Johnny surely felt it pressing into him, he didn't know but he did it anyway.
    Johnny lay sprawled naked on the tile floor of the shower. Mike's eyes had a mind of their own as they took in Johnny's fit body and Mike quickly grabbed a towel for his brother and helped him stand. In no time at all, Mike had Johnny settled in his own bed.
     
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    Mike hid downstairs after he got Johnny to bed and gave him his pain meds. He made them both a simple dinner of grilled cheese with tomatoes and only stayed with Johnny long enough to ensure that he ate. Neither of them said anything about the shower incident but Mike knew that Johnny was enough like him that he had to have been thinking about it. However, Johnny wasn't giving Mike any clues as to what he was thinking or feeling about the whole ordeal and Mike knew he wasn't ready to confess his true feelings to his best friend yet.
    "Damn it!" Mike muttered as he cleaned the frying pan and he had just set the pan on the drain board to dry when there was a knock on his door.
    Mike was surprised to see Mr. B. on his doorstep but he quickly covered his surprise by inviting his adoptive father into the house. Mr. B. sat on the couch and placed the duffel bag he had been carrying at his