featuring hanley & wesley.
- "It'll be easy. You just have to seduce them." Hanley was tapping away on his phone as he spoke, sprawled along the length of the couch with an arm resting behind his head. He spoke like the solution was as easy in practice as in theory, but the thought of acting on his desires made Wesley's belly churn. Still, he forced a laugh, going so far as to lean forward on the stool he sat on.
"You're kidding right? I'm about as seductive as a cabbage." Wesley leaned back against the breakfast bar, his elbows rising to rest on top of the granite. He watched Hanley in the reflection of the tv, his brother angled slightly inwards so his phone rested against the back cushion as he typed. He was texting, unsurprisingly, the text window already spanning the entirety of his phone screen. "And I'm not sure how I feel about your use of the word seduce." He added, but Hanley didn't seem to hear him.
"I've literally seen three different girls hit on you this week, what's the problem." Hanley replied, his eyes darting to the television for a split second before settling back onto the task at hand. His thumb hovered over the enter button for a moment or two before he seemingly decided against sending it, his attention almost completely on his private conversation. Perhaps that was what gave Wesley the courage, or maybe it was his frustration that his brother didn't get what he was trying to avoid saying out loud.
"The problem is they're girls." Wesley muttered finally, his gaze moved from Hanley's reflection in the television to the yard outside, and he shifted his weight further to one side to bite his thumb. He was too distracted by a pair of squirrels tumbling outside to notice Hanley's head pop over the back over the couch, eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly and his head held at a slight angle.
"What do you mean? What was wrong with them?" Wesley looked at him with wide eyes, and there was a few moments of silence before Hanley continued. "They were cute. One of them was even a junior." He spoke slowly this time, studying Wesley closely. Wes could feel the heat flood to his cheeks, and it took all of his willpower not to squirm under his brother's gaze.
"Yeah, no they were. It's just...I don't know." The words were awkward and choppy when Wes spoke, and he felt more like he was under a microscope the longer Hanley looked at him.
"Not your type?" The question felt loaded despite its simplicity, Hanley sitting up fully upright now and resting his elbows on the back of the couch, his hands hanging loosely over. Wesley looked away, shifting awkwardly in his seat and folding his hands in his lap. His shoulders drew inward, compressing his chest and making him look small.
"Not exactly." Wesley even sounded small as he answered, and he was adamant about looking everywhere else but at his brother. Hanley sighed, loudly enough to draw Wesley's attention, and the younger boy risked a tentative glance into the living room. He found Hanley looking back at him, concern written onto his face in the script of knitted brows and down-turned lips.
"Hey Wes, are you okay?" Wesley scrunched his nose slightly at his brother's tone, not entirely acquainted with how worried he sounded anymore. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I'm your brother, I'm supposed to help you." The prompting was gentle, and the words were ones that Hanley had told him before on numerous occasions when they were younger, but he'd never heard them spoken so seriously. Wesley took a deep breath, his gaze dropping away again.
"I'm gay." Wesley admitted finally, his shoulders still pulled up defensively. He didn't know what to expect, and part of him waited to hear Hanley get up from the couch to do...something. Instead,
"Great! My suggestion still stands." Hanley pulled his arms back over the couch in one smooth motion and leaned against the arm rest once more, flipping his phone back up and continuing the novel-length text message he'd taken a break from. "Just don't be upset if he's not receptive. And don't be obvious right from the start." Wesley blinked at him, his shoulders dropping down, the tension bleeding from his body and being replaced almost completely with confusion.
"Wait you're not mad?" Hanley scoffed, his eye roll visible even in his reflection on the television. Still, there was a half-grin on his face that remained even after he hit send on his text. He locked his phone before he spoke again, dropping it onto his chest and turning his face in Wesley's direction despite being unable to see him.
"Why would I be mad? I'm not Grandma Jean." Hanley's gaze moved to the ceiling above him, his expression turning thoughtful. Wesley could see the wheels turning in his head, but it was difficult to figure out what he was thinking so hard about. Deep down, he knew he was being irrational, but he still felt the need to confirm that Hanley wasn't thinking of a way to tattle on him.
"You won't tell mom and dad, will you?" Hanley smiled at the question, devolving into half-assed laughter. Before he answered, he lifted his phone up again, unlocking it and flipping through some of the pages before he opened up some app that Wesley couldn't decipher.
"I've been seeing dad's starting quarterback for three months now and they have no clue, I don't tell them anything." Hanley sat back up once more, propping an elbow on the couch again and looking at Wesley. "What was the kid's name again? I lied, I want to check him out first." He glanced down to whatever was on his phone, tapping towards the top of the screen before he glanced expectantly up at Wesley again.