Detached - Part One

[rachiegrl6]

Title: Detached
Author: rachie_grl6
Banner By: juliadoty
Part: One
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Hancest
POV: Isaac
Pairing: Isaac/Taylor
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I don't know the boys!
A/N: I actually have a few parts of this story written out. They will be short (1000 words or less) but I've had this sitting on the back burner since TOML and I wanted to share it with you. I hope you enjoy it.

Safe and Dry

I stood on the sand, at the edge of the ocean, just staring out into the night. The waves lapped at my feet and the water felt perfectly cool to the touch. It had been a long, hot day and the breeze flowing off the ocean cooled my sun-kissed skin and tossed the palms in a sway as the last rays of the sun disappeared over the horizon, darkening the sky.

I jumped slightly when I felt a hand wrap around my shoulder. I did not need to turn to see who was behind me. I could sense him. I had always been able to. He was my best friend, my brother. He was all I ever wanted and more and I had always thought those feelings were one sided, that he did not see me that way.

He pressed a kiss right below my hairline.

At least I used to think that.

“What are you doing?” I hissed out.

We were in public, on a beach, and within view of roaming eyes everywhere even as the sun set before us. I did not want him to stop but I was confused and nervous about being discovered. Anyone could have happened upon this scene he had created between the two of us, and we were recognizable enough that it would not be without consequence.

“Relax.” He massaged my aching back with his strong hands and kept his lips pressed to my pulsing neck. That, of course, was not the only thing was twitching but he did not need to know that. “Please, just please. I need this.”

“I don’t think that’s really what you mean.”

I wanted to be angry with him. I should have been upset. He was my brother after all and here he was kissing me and touching me in a way that no sibling ever should. And it was all because I opened my mouth.

Albeit, not intentionally.

He overheard me talking in my sleep. The only thing that I could not control and it just happened to be while he was lying awake, not able to sleep one night. It really freaked him out too. He had not come near me for days afterward.

Today was different though.

Today we “talked” about it.

I had not denied it when he asked me if it was true. I was not stupid. I knew he would see through a lie. He had always been rather keen about those sorts of things. It did not hurt that we were close as brothers and had been closer as young children. He knew me, probably better than I knew myself.

I suppose he had a couple of days to wrap his head around the fact that I liked him just a little bit more than was normal. I had not been very touchy feely with him over the years, preferring to keep my distance when necessary. I did think he was smart though, and funny, and of course, good looking. His eyes always pulled me in. The very depth of their blue was intoxicating and I was not ashamed to admit that I had kept a picture on my iPhone just so I could stare into them.

He had looked up at me, piercing me with those eyes of his, and it was then that I saw sadness, confusion, and even a little bit of wonder. It was that last emotion that confused the hell out of me. There was no way that he was curious about this, there could not be. That was only me in my sick, fucked-up longing for a brother that I should not have. But that emotion also made my pulse race and my heart beat out of my chest.

“Was there something you wanted to tell me?”

I had to ask him. There was no way around this mess I had so gracefully dropped myself into. If only they had let me have the single room to myself then none of this would have happened. But no such luck, they made me flip for it and I lost. I really should have insisted, being that I am the oldest.

“I’m trying to figure out where to start.”

He seemed nervous.

Why the hell was he nervous?

I was the one who had royally fucked up. I was the one who must be sick in the head. In fact, they should have probably institutionalized me before I did something crazy like act on my feelings. Yeah, that would have really freaked him out then.

He took a deep breath and my eyes traveled down to his chest, mesmerized by the way it rose and fell with life. I should not be thinking about his chest right now or any other part of him for that matter. I dropped my gaze to my hands and pretended to study them intensely. I could not afford any more screw ups.

“I guess I just don’t understand how that is even possible. When did you even start feeling this way?”

Oh, now there was the million dollar question.