Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2008 08:24:49 +0100
From: Gymnopedies <gym@softhome.net>
Subject: My Girlfriend's Brother 3

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My Girlfriend's Brother - Chapter 3 (of 6)
by
Gymnopedies


I know that most people don't like Mondays, but strangely enough I've never
minded them. Then again, I've never really been one to follow the
crowds. And this particular Monday I had an extra reason to be happy:
tonight I had another date with Emma. I usually didn't see much of her
during the week because she was at college and her mother didn't approve of
her being out on a "school night". So we'd made a compromise that I could
see her on a couple of nights during the week as long as I didn't keep her
out too late, and then we could make up for that on Fridays and Saturdays.

Happily anticipating an evening of fun, I left work at around four-thirty,
and even the sudden torrential shower as I drove home did nothing to dampen
my mood.

I had to drive past the front door of the apartments in order to reach the
private car park at the rear, and as I did so I noticed a sorry-looking
figure huddled in the doorway, trying unsuccessfully to shelter from the
pouring rain. Jez.

Quickly, I parked the car in my allotted space, entered the apartments
through the back door, and hurried through to the front to open the door
for the sodden boy.

"Jez, what're you doing standing there in the rain? It's pissing down."

"I was waiting for you. You said it would be alright to come round
sometimes," he replied, shaking his long, wet hair back from his eyes.

"Yeah, but you were only here yesterday," I said. "And I've got a date with
Emma later."

"You don't want me to stay?" he asked, looking hurt. "I'm sorry. I'll go
then."

"Don't be silly," I said, quickly. "You'd better come in; at least until
the rain stops. I just didn't expect to see you today, that's all." I led
him up the stairs and into my apartment, where he stood in the hallway,
miserably dripping onto the carpet. Looking at him, I found it impossible
to stop myself from grinning. "You can't stand around like that," I
said. "There's a clean towel in the bathroom, so go and get out of those
wet clothes and bring them through to the kitchen and I'll put them in the
dryer for you."

As Jez disappeared into the bathroom, the front door buzzer sounded. Now
what? I pressed the intercom button. "Hello?"

"Hello sexy," came a familiar, effeminate, but most definitely male
voice. "Ready to let me run my fingers through your hair?"

"Oh, hi, Dino. Come on up." I pressed the door release. I'd forgotten that
I'd arranged to have my hair cut this evening.

"Dino Di Molto" ran a mobile hairdressing business. I had him call round
once a month to keep me looking tidy. Dino, or rather Dean, as he was
really called, was the younger brother of one of my old school friends, and
so I'd known him for years. He had always been a little on the effeminate
side, but since he'd left school and gone into hairdressing, his "gay"
manner was now so extreme that it was almost a caricature. I was sure much
of it was an act, put on to fit in with the stereotypical image of the gay
hairdresser. Dino was always amusing to be around. He had personality to
spare and he flirted with absolutely everybody, though it was all in
harmless fun, or at least I hoped it was.

"I'd forgotten you were coming," I explained as I let Dino into the
apartment and led him through to the kitchen.

He walked past me and dropped his bag down on the kitchen table before
putting his hands on his hips and looking offended. "You'd forgotten? How
could you possibly forget about me?"

How indeed? "I've sort of got other things on my mind," I explained.

"So I see," said Dino, his eyes widening as he focussed on something behind
me. "Well hel-lo sweetie."

I turned quickly to find Jez standing there wearing nothing but a towel,
which he held in place with one hand whilst clutching a pile of wet clothes
in the other. He had a surprised look on his face. "Sorry," he muttered, as
he hurriedly handed me his clothes and, red-faced, fled back towards the
bathroom.

Dino had turned towards me. He stood with his arms folded in front of him,
one eyebrow raised questioningly.

"Don't look at me like that," I said, feeling that I'd been caught out in
some sort of indiscretion, even though the whole situation was totally
innocent. "He's just a friend."

"Obviously a very close one," said Dino, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"It's nothing like that," I said, defensively.

"Like what?"

"Like what you mean."

"Don't worry," said Dino. "Your secret's safe with me. You can go on
pretending that you're straight."

"But I am straight."

Dino ignored me and began getting his bits and pieces out of his bag. "I
always knew you were really one for the boys; I'm never wrong about these
things. He's very sweet, but he needs a bit more meat on his bones, and
he's bit young. How old is he, thirteen? Where did you find him?"

"He's nearly sixteen, and he's my girlfriend's brother."

"Your girlfriend's brother? Perfect camouflage."

"Oh, I give up," I said, exasperated.

Dino gave a soft giggle as he watched me put Jez's clothes into the
dryer. "If you're even doing his laundry for him, it must be true love."

"It's pouring outside, just in case you hadn't noticed. That's why he's
dressed in a towel. His clothes got wet and I'm drying them off for him."

"If you say so."

While Dino finished getting ready, I went through into my bedroom and
pulled out a clean pair of shorts and a shirt for Jez to wear until his own
stuff was dry. It wouldn't do for him to be wandering around in just a
towel, especially while Dino was here. I opened the bathroom door to find
Jez totally naked, the towel wrapped around his head as he used it to dry
his hair.

"Oops, sorry," I said. "I should have knocked first."

Jez automatically moved his hands to cover himself, but then he changed his
mind and, with a shy smile, he resumed his towelling. "That's OK," he
said. "I didn't realise there was anyone else there or I wouldn't have come
out like that."

"Don't worry about it, it's only Dino," I explained, running my eyes up and
down the boy's naked body. "He's come to cut my hair. Here, you can put
these on while you wait for your own things to dry." I handed him the shirt
and shorts.

Back in the kitchen, Dino was now ready for me. I sat down and let him get
on with it, closing my eyes and letting my mind drift. As far as Dino was
concerned, it wasn't necessary to try to make conversation, since he was
capable of doing that all on his own. He talked incessantly, giving me all
the latest gossip: who was dating who, and who was cheating on who. I knew
some of the people he was talking about, but some I'd never heard of, and I
wasn't especially interested in any of it, so I just let him chat away in
the background.

The monthly "tidy up" didn't take long, and when Dino announced that he had
finished, I opened my eyes to find Jez sitting up on the worktop, watching.

"So, what do you think?" Dino asked Jez.

Jez gave a shrug. "He looks OK. But he always looks like that; it's not
really much different from when you started."

"Not much different?" said Dino, the pitch of his voice rising as he took
offence at the remark. "I'll have you know I'm an artist. Not that you
would appreciate that, given the state of your untidy mop." He flicked his
fingers through the ends of Jez's long hair. Then he turned to me. "Want me
to tidy up your number-one boy while I'm here."

"Jez is a friend, he's not my 'boy'," I said. "He could probably do with a
bit of a tidy up, but that's up to him."

"How about it?" said Dino, taking hold of Jez's chin and frowning as he
moved the boy's head from side to side. "You've got a really sweet
face. Put yourself in my hands and I could make you look stunning."

"Erm, I dunno," said Jez, giving me a worried look.

"It's up to you," I said. "Don't let him bully you into it if you don't
want it cutting. Dino is pretty good though."

"I... I don't have any money," Jez stammered, looking uncomfortable.

Dino gave a grin. "Liam will pay; he's loaded."

"Not exactly loaded," I quickly pointed out. "But I think I can afford to
pay for a haircut. Go ahead, Jez. I'll take care of it."

Jez and I swapped places and it was my turn to sit and watch as Dino went
to work. It took him much longer to tidy up Jez's unkempt locks than it had
to trim mine, but when he'd done, the transformation was incredible. I had
to admit that Jez did look good: short at the sides and gelled and slightly
spiky at the front, the style really suited him.

Dino held up a mirror and Jez stared worriedly into it, as if unsure
whether he liked this new look. He glanced up at me for reassurance.

"You look great," I said.

Instantly his face lit up with a smile. "Yeah, I guess it does look pretty
cool."

By this stage, Jez's clothes were dry, and he went into the bathroom to
dress while I let Dino out.

"He's really sweet," said Dino. "And he worships the ground you walk on."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, a little shocked at the comment.

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed," laughed Dino. "He never takes his eyes
off you."

"You're letting your imagination run away with you again," I told
him. "There's nothing like that going on. We're just friends, nothing
else."

"Have it your own way," he said. "But I'm telling you, in his head you are
much more than friends. By the way, what's with all the bruises on his
chest and face? Looks like somebody has been playing rough with him."

"I don't know. I think something's going on, but he won't talk about it."

"Oh well, I suppose we all have our little secrets." He patted my
cheek. "See you next month, and be a good boy until then."

"Yeah. Bye, Dino."

I closed the door and turned to find Jez coming out of the bathroom, now
dressed in his own clothes. He smiled at me, almost shyly, and I couldn't
help thinking about Dino's words. Could Jez have a crush on me? No, that
was just stupid. We were just friends; Jez knew that.

"Thanks for paying for the haircut, Liam," said the boy. "It's going to
take some getting used to. I do like it though."

"It looks really good," I agreed. "You shouldn't have any trouble finding
yourself a boyfriend now."

"You think?" He stood looking at me, thoughtfully, his bottom lip held
lightly between his teeth.

"Jez, you know... well... you understand that I'm going out with your
sister. I do like you and everything, you're a great kid, but I'm
not... well, I'm not gay."

Jez's face flushed and he looked away. Could there have been a trace of
disappointment there, or was it just Dino's wild ideas stimulating my
over-active imagination? I hoped that I hadn't hurt the boy too much, and I
was already wishing that I'd kept my mouth shut.

After a moment, Jez raised his head, a worried look in his eyes. "We can
still be friends though, can't we?"

"Of course we can," I reassured him.

He brightened instantly and gave an impish grin. "And I can still be your
number-one boy?"

"Number-one boy?"

"It's what Dino called me."

I sighed. Dino had a lot to answer for.

I prepared a quick snack for myself and Jez and left the boy playing a game
on my Xbox while I got changed, ready for my date with Emma.

"You look good," Jez said with a smile, looking up as entered the lounge.

"Thanks. You think Emma will be impressed?"

The smile immediately disappeared. "She probably won't even notice," he
said, a trace of bitterness in his voice. "Emma's not bothered what you
look like, just as long as she's getting what she wants. I don't know why
you bother with her."

"Jez!" I said, a hint of warning in my voice.

Scowling, the boy turned his attention back to his game.

The rain had eased off to a light drizzle by the time I was ready to go,
and Jez insisted that I drop him off at the end of his street, saying that
he would walk the rest of the way. I pointed out that this was silly since
I was obviously going all the way to his house, but he was adamant about
it, muttering something about not wanting Emma to find out that he'd been
with me. So I gave in and let him have his own way.

Amazingly enough, Emma was almost ready for me; she was on her way down the
stairs as her mother opened the door to let me into the hallway. And she
looked stunning as ever. As she reached the bottom of the stairs I put my
arms around her neck and kissed her lips. "You look incredible," I
murmured, nuzzling her neck. She giggled, girlishly.

At that moment, Jez arrived home, letting himself him. He froze for a
second, a slight grimace crossing his face as he took in the sight of Emma
and me holding each other. As he squeezed past us to get to the stairs,
Emma caught his shoulder, turning him around to face her.

"What do you think you look like?" the girl snorted, her eyes on his
hair. She gave a derisive laugh and put out her hand and squashed down the
short, gelled spikes above his forehead.

"Geroff me!" Jez snarled, batting her hand away.

"You look stupid," Emma laughed.

"What would you know?" Jez demanded, looking hurt. Her hand was once more
reaching for his head and he roughly pushed it away.

"Emma, leave him alone," I said, grabbing her arm myself and pulling it to
me. "I think he looks really good. It suits him."

Jez shot me a grateful glance, but Emma turned back to me, shaking her
head.

"As if you'd know," said the girl. "You've got no taste at all."

"How can you say I've no taste?" I grinned. "I picked you, didn't I?"

"That's different," she replied. "Besides, it was me who picked you."

Anything I might have said in answer to that was cut off as her lips once
again pressed against mine. Over her shoulder, I watched Jez give us a cold
look and then turn and head off up the stairs.

**********

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