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John couldn’t take it any longer. Fern was his little brothers best friend, he knew that. But he was just so damn cute. They had sleep overs every other day. And every other day he had to watch him walking about the house in his pyjamas, clearly nothing on underneath. One day, he snapped. It wasn’t planned. He had never wanted it to be this way. He happened to be coming out of the kitchen just as Fern was coming to grab some more snacks for their video game session.

“Oh hey,” Fern smiled up at the older boy. He seemed about to say something else but was stopped short. He felt a jolt. He was against the cabinet in the dark kitchen. The sound of the game upstairs faded into a murmur as the teenage boys lips pressed his. John was breathing hard, panic flooding his system, but the younger boy didn’t fight back. He didn’t run. Instead, he opened his mouth, letting him in. In the dim half light of that kitchen, the two shared a moment that would forever alter the course of their lives.