Convincing her

Lucas carried an exhausted Jen up the stairs as she tried to catch her breath. The last orgasm she experienced softened her legs, and she had collapsed on the pool table with no resistance. That was how she had ended up being in her current state.

Lucas walked carefully as he was being hugged as an octopus would, and he couldn't really see where his feet were landing.

"Are you okay now?" Lucas asked as he pushed open their bedroom, but the only response he got was Jen nuzzling his neck.

He sat on the bed and looked at the wall opposite him. Jen still had her head nuzzled in his neck so he was not sure about how she was feeling since he couldn't even see her face.

"Jen?" he called.

"Mmmh?" she responded as she shifted her body to make herself more comfortable.

"Look at me, sweetheart," Lucas said with a smile. Jen pulled away from his neck and looked at him. Her eyes were lazy from both the alcohol and from satisfaction. When she saw Lucas' smile, she smiled back lazily with her slightly swollen lips and held his face in her hands and stared into his hazel eyes.

"You're beautiful," Lucas blurted out when he felt his heart pound faster just from looking at her and Jen's smile became even wider.

"You too," she responded as her thumbs caressed his cheekbones

"I'm beautiful?" Lucas joked, and Jen chuckled but nodded in agreement. She really did think so, so she did not refute him.

"The prettiest," Jen joked back with a laugh.

"That makes me happy," Lucas said as he hugged her waist tighter. Jen leaned over and kissed his lips. Although they had already done it several times, this time when they fell on the bed together it was no longer a battle of stamina, but rather it was lovemaking. It was slow, passionate, and at the end, they both finished at the same time.

As Jen lay in Lucas' arms basking in the afterglow of the lovemaking, she gradually got drowsy a fell asleep. Lucas was not sleepy yet, but he knew if he stayed in bed he would fall asleep after a few minutes. So, he snuck out of bed and put on his boxers before quietly leaving their room.

After the workout he had, he was feeling a bit hungry, so he took out a couple of things from the fridge to make himself a sandwich. He switched on the tv and picked a random program to watch as he worked because it was too quiet. 

He was not worried about waking Jen up because their room was soundproofed. Before he started cooking, he took out a soda to drink because he was still feeling a bit iffy after drinking.

As he glanced at the tv, he noticed that the random program he picked was actually interviewing Jason about the recent series he had just finished filming.

Just when he was about to pay attention to what was going on, his phone rang from the bar. He had forgotten to bring it with him, so he went to pick it up.

"Hello," Lucas answered when he picked it up.

"Baby bro, are you home?" Jason said from the other side.

"No, I'm not," Lucas answered as he drank from his bottle.

"So you're at the estate? I can see your car so don't bother lying to me," Jason said and Lucas sighed as he went to sit in the living room.

"I am, with Jen," Lucas said honestly.

"Oh, I thought you'd be alone, I would have invited you over for a few beers," Jason said, his voice tinged with disappointment.

"You can come over for a few, she's resting right now," Lucas said after some thought. He hadn't had a one on one with his brother for a while now so he thought it wouldn't be too bad to have him over. 

"Okay, I'll be there in ten," Jason said, his voice brighter than it was before.

"Mmmh," Lucas responded and hung up.

He got up from the sofa and went back to their bedroom to put a pair of shorts on. Even though they grew up together, they were not allowed to walk around the house half-naked. If their father saw them without even a shirt on, then it would be a disaster. 

"Your father doesn't do it in his own house, do you dare to do it?" is what their mother always told them. So they would never see each other in boxers, ever, unless they were swimming, and even then they wore swimming trunks, not speedos.

So even though walking around without a shirt was fine, Lucas still felt that he couldn't walk in his boxers in front of his brother.

After changing into the knee-length shorts, he once again stealthily left the bedroom. When he looked at the ingredients on the kitchen counter, he suddenly felt dissatisfied, especially now that he remembered how his brother looks emaciated (FYI: this is an exaggeration).

After choosing to cook something different, he heard the doorbell ring and with a silent prayer that Jen was not startled awake, he quickly went to open the door lest his impatient brother rings the doorbell again.

He opened the door to Jason, whose hair was windblown and was wearing a loose tank top and a pair of shorts himself. Lucas looked at the glasses on his face with curious eyes before closing the door after he got into the house.

"Are you hungry?" Lucas asked as he looked at Jason, whose cheekbones had become more pronounced.

"I had something before coming home," Jason said as he sat in front of the bar stool in front of the kitchen counter. 

"I was making something to eat," Lucas said as he put back whatever he took out and settled for making sandwiches. 

"Okay, do you need some help?" Jason asked Lucas, and Lucas chuckled as he looked at him. Help to make a sandwich?

"I was just being polite, I wouldn't help even if you begged me," Jason said as he too laughed.

"Since when were you polite," Lucas asked as he lazily moved around the kitchen. When he turned around, Jason noticed that his back had a few scratches. He had forced himself to ignore the hickey he had on his neck and the one on shoulders, but wasn't this flaunting his relationship in front of his face?

"Did I disturb you when you were doing your activities?" Jason asked, changing the subject.

"Huh?" Lucas asked in confusion.

"Your neck, your shoulders, your back. Are you just flaunting your relationship?" Jason asked a teasing smile. Lucas finally realised what he was talking about and shrugged his shoulders. It didn't really matter if Jason saw them, it's not like he was a virginal lady of the 18th century. 

"Your one to talk," Lucas said with a scoff. They already recognized Jason as the one who was afraid of commitment in their family. He would get bored quickly and would want to do something else. That was why he was so drawn to the entertainment industry.

Lucas couldn't imagine his brother as the CEO of a company who did monotonous work repeatedly for the rest of their lives. He found the concept of doing business exciting, but when Jason was being groomed to take over the company while he was still in school, he quickly lost interest after less than a year.

"What about me?" Jason asked, feigning ignorance, and Lucas scoffed as if he was looking at a joke, making Jason laugh.

"SO things must be going pretty well between the two of you," Jason said as he rested his chin on his hand.

"It's amazing," Lucas answered honestly and laughed when he heard gagging sounds behind him.

"If you are going to react that way, then just don't ask," Lucas said while still laughing.

"Should I date?" Jason asked as he stood up and went to the bar to take a can of beer. After he came back and sat down, Lucas looked at him.

"You can try," Lucas said after he thought about it.

"Are you seeing someone?" Lucas asked Jason, and he shook his head.

"I'm just thinking about it, someone has caught my interest but I'm still thinking about whether or not I should pursue her, since I'm scared that I might get bored," Jason answered honestly.

"Then you must really like her," Lucas commented as he stopped what he was doing to look at his brother.

"You think so?" Jason asked, his grey eyes serious.

"Mmmh, you are already worrying about hurting her," Lucas said and smiled like he was speaking to someone of a younger generation.

"Wipe that expression off your face," Jason said with annoyance, but he only received a laugh as a response.

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