Camera Doesn't Lie. (boyxboy)

Chapter V.

8:13 AM.

When Nick woke up, Nathan was standing over him. It was at times like this did Nick swear that Nathan was his telekinetic twin (rather than a simple younger brother) or something, because the moment the brunette opened his eyes his brother said,

"All right, what happened?"

"Nothing, Nathan," Nick mumbled, half-asleep.

Nathan leaped onto Nick's bed and planted his legs on either side of his older brother.

"You're lying," he said.

'Damn, stupid, telekinetic—' Nick cursed.

"Nothing happened, Nathan, now go away…" the fifteen-year-old turned over.

"Tell me!" Nathan demanded, pouncing on his older brother.

"No!" Nick tried to fight him off. It was a little game that they had always played in their childhood when they kept a secret from each other. If one brother could pin the brother who had a secret down for three counts, then the brother who had a secret had to tell. Though, Nick had a history of losing these kind of games...

"Tell me!" Nathan repeated, grabbing Nick's shoulders and trying to pin him down. "One, two—" Nathan began a countdown, but Nick drew his leg in and pushed (not too hard though) his foot at Nathan's chest, sending his brother backward.

Nick grinned broadly, he hardly ever managed to knock his brother down. Though, Nathan easily got back on his feet and tackled the brunette again.

"Dammit, Nick!"

"No means no!" Nick retorted.

"Good morning, Nick! Nathan!" Zane said as he came in. "Breakfast will be…" the redhead trailed off.

To explain: the first thing Zane heard as he entered the room was "Dammit, Nick!" and "No means no!" and, at that moment, Nathan happened to be winning so he was on top of his older brother, who was lying between the blonde's legs.

Zane was silent as he continued to look at the Keane brothers, who just realized exactly how suggestive their positions were. For several seconds they looked at Zane, and Zane looked at them. Then, the photographer reached into the pocket of his pajama pants, took out a cell phone and snapped a picture.

"You know, I always thought that Nathan would be on top…" he said to himself as he saved the picture.

Nick turned bright red. Nathan rushed off him and tried to snatch the cell phone out of Zane's hands.

"Give me that!" he said.

But Zane held the cell phone above his head, far beyond the blonde's reach. "Not a chance!" the photographer said and he raced out of the room, Nathan on his heels.

Nick raced to the door in time to see Zane and Nathan disappear down the hall, shouting.

The door to the Japanese Room slid open and Ryan stuck his head out. "What's with all the noise?" he asked, yawning. Nick blinked. He didn't think Ryan was wearing pajamas last night. He must have changed after they got back from getting a drink of water. Now he wore a dark blue, silk pajamas composed of a matching button up, long-sleeved shirt and pants. The two top buttons of the shirt were open, allowing Nick to glimpse his beautiful collarbone and a little of his muscular chest. His hair was tussled in almost all directions in a rather attractive way. Ryan ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. His locks of black hair whirled around him for a moment before settling down with perfection.

The brunette gulped. Even in the morning, Ryan was breath-taking. He nervously combed through his own hair with his hand.

Nick really didn't want to explain what happened else he'd die of embarrassment, so he shrugged his shoulders. "Beats me," he said. He felt his forehead tingle as they recollected the feeling of Ryan's lips. Nick felt his cheeks flush. "I'm… I'm gonna change for breakfast, Zane says it's ready—" Ryan gripped his wrist, stopping the brunette before he could retreat back into the room.