A Small House & A Big Secret {Brooklyn/Vy/Ky/Jeran/Matthew}

The wamrth of the bed and softness of sleep surrounds me comfortably after Kyanite has once again turned in search of a more comfortable position most of the night. For a while I had been contemplating sleeping on the couch or going back to my palce (which would be freezing cold right now) but when she finally settled down, so did I.

Way too early the small kid sharing Ky's side of the bed (and making a good nights sleep even harder) wakes up. Her soft words barely get me to open one eye so when she sneaks away to find her mom and snuggle closer to my girl friend and nuzzle my face into her long dark locks to get some more sleep.

I fall back into the dream I just had, which is a rather strange one about my father when he was a lot younger than now and a totally different person. As I explore that man I hear her voice again. Her words on't failto wake me up this time though...something about momma gone again.

"For fucks sake" I mutter and push back my blanket just to have the cold air in the room lick at my bare chest in a way that uncomfortably wakes me.
Feet bare and nothing but my boxers on I push myself out of bed and walk over to Brooklyn in a very unbalanced way.
"Hey, shhhh, quiet. Don't wake up Kyanite."
I'm too happy that she finally found some sleep and plan to sneak right back into bed in a minute or two after locating her once again missing mother.

"I will tie her down." I grumpily tell the sniffing toddler and scoop her up. At least her small body provides a bit of warmth while I go searching for the stubborn blonde.

Yep, she's not in her room. The bed is empty, so is the rest of the room.
"Maybe downstairs."
With Brooklyn on my arm I pad down to the livving room, which presents itself just as deserted. A little confused I look around but the whole house is still as quiet as it should be on a Sunday morning at 6 am.

"Shit." I curse again when I fear that she might have gone out of the house again and totally forget that my language might not be apt for a small kid.
After checking both doors, which are locked I'm even more confused so I walk back up to see whether Vy has told Kyanite that she's staying somewhere else.

Gently I shake her shoulder. "Ky, wake up. Vy's gone again." I'm still too tired to sound panicking but I'm sure the little crying girl crawling up to her in her bed does the trick.

It's a hard to actually wake Kynite up and when she does it takes her a moment to register what I said.
I shiver slightly at the though of Vy missing again. The cold morning air in Kyanitesbedroom doesn't help either. We need to figure out what on earth Vy is upto again though.
"Hopefully she's not beating anybody up again." I mutter as I watch her run into the dresser with wide eyes.
"Take it easy. You're carrying a precious load."
I circle around the bed and take Brooklyn's hand so she stops pulling on my pregnant girl friend but she makes it clear that she doesn't want ME.

"Is she not in her room? Kitchen or anything?" kyanite asks me. Her hand feels warm on my bare skin. Maybe I should grab a shirt.
"I've checked the kitchen, living room...doors are locked, too."
With that I pick up my grey hoodie from the floor and pull it on before I follow the girls down the hallway.

They're as little successful as I was.
"Want me to check outside just in case?" She asks with growing worry as I can tell by her voice but I shake myhead.
"To slip and fall on the snow? That's the last thing I want you to do. Plus the doors are locked." I shake my head and run my hands over my growing scruff.

Brooklyn gives me one of those heart melting, bottom lip quivering looks to make us move faster in our search.

A little clueless I stand in the middle of the hallway when I hear a sound from behind Jeran's bedroom door.
It's just a crazy idea since everybody keeps denying they have a 'realtionship' but who knows.
I know what I saw at the academy and they didn't look like distant members of the same platoon then.
So with a look at Kyanite I show her to be quiet and turn the knob of the door just to push it open.
From the hallway all I can see on the bed are covers so I tip toe inside.
There's an arm, a rather slender one, dangling from the bed. I have a sneaking suspicion that it doesn't belong to Jeran and as I step up to the bed a huge grin spreads on my face.
"Make up sex. Best one he'll ever get."

Like always Vy's mind is waking up at the slightest sound of the door creaking open, though her eyelids don't register as fast. The joys of having a toddler that erases any ability of being a heavy sleeper. Is she attempting to be sweet by going to disturb someone else's slumber? No, it can't be. Another warm body still occupies the bed and it's far from the size of Brooklyn. In fact it's a breathtaking reminder of what she did last night, or rather yet who. A smile creeps to her face as one of her arms hugs Jeren tighter to pull herself closer, and her other remains dangling over the side of the bed...then it clicks that if no one's existing, someone's entering.

"Make up sex. Best one he'll ever get." Rings through her ears as she turns her head towards the door. Immediately she pulls the sheets up to her neck, even if everything was already covered. Looks like the entire household has decided to bust in on their first morning after. Least she didn't beat him up that badly last night.

A deadly glare remains on Matthew and his shitty grin. "Ever heard of knocking Dunham?" She nearly barks, but completely averts the fact they were caught red handed. Her bright cheeks say enough, her words however are excellent at diversion. Then she has to hear the innocent voice of her daughter calling out the only name she knows for her. It makes her want to curl up and hide to also see Kyanite holding Brooklyn in the room. Seconds later they're dashing out, and she can't help but worry that Ky's not happy about this.

"Frack." She mutters while burying her face into her hands and a blanket. So much for keeping this a secret. And why is she not surprised Matthew's at the head of all of this.

The sleeping form of the man in the bed is unphased by the word that woke her mother up. If it did anything at all, it was mere him moving slightly but what did the trick was Matthew's voice. Immediately, he began to take in the surrounds without moving, but just as soon as that began to occure and Dunham's voice came about again, woke him with a start. He turns over and noticing Dunham standing there with the biggest grin on his face.

"Ah, shit! What the hell, Dunham, get the hell out of my room." His voice has that sleepy tone to it, as he makes sure that he's well covered before sitting up in the bed and pointing directly at Matthew and with a hateful look to follow.

"I guess you're better off in his bed than out in the forest."

"That ain't none of your business, Dunham." He grits his teeth at the man in the room, his facial expression shows nothing of embarassment, but anger instead. His fingers go to grip the pillow behind him, and

"I said GET OUT, Dunham. This ain't no peep show. You ain't seen me walking in on you." He launches the pilllow and throws it at Matthew, but it seems to merely hit him and land on the floor. He's looking around the floor trying to locate his pants, but notice how he'd actually have to go get them if he wanted to be covered enough to chase after Matthew if he doesn't leave. "If I have get out of this bed to get you out, Dunham, you are going to be dead, you hear me?"

It's then that he finally looks over to Vy, whose cheeks are redder than he's ever seen them. He automatically wonders if she's embarassed to be seen with him or just the simple fact of them being caught in the same bed together after such a long night?

Every time these two get angry at me they start calling meby my last name. Or maybe it'sa remainder of the time in the same PK corps.

Once he's finally awake Jeran declares I should get out. Why though? Now that he's awake the fun only begins.
"That ain't none of your business, Dunham."

While V still tries to joke around by saying "He was just making sure I didn't attack anyone again." he's adament about me leaving and even threatens to come after me.

"What?"
I can't help but take the piss out of these two love birds, so I unzip my hoodie and step closer (after dodging the pillow). "I was just going to join you."

The boy in me comes out when I tug a little on the corner of their bed sheet that surely covers nothing but bare skin.
"C'mon, don't be shy, I've seen you do some naked push ups- heck, your girl stepped into the mens shower with me!" I raise a brow pointing at Vy. "After we rolled around in the mud for a bit...damn near got us both in trouble with Captain Strong."

Maybe I should retreat now because Jeran looks pretty damn pissed off. I know I would be if some asshole was going to walk in on me and Kyanite the morning after.

It's incredible to see how riledup Jeran can get. For some reason I've barely ever seen him this intense, not during training and especially not when Vy started to beat on him. It must be the deeply engraved hate he's always felt for me when he starts growling and throwing another pillow, this time a lot harder.
"Dude, you are sick! Get out of here."
I dodge it again but make a surprised face.
Apparently Jeran's a little homophobic, too. He should know I'm only joking though.

When I joke about the shower he suddenly becomes dead serious and it dawns on me that my teasing does not only shed a bad light on Vy but also me. "You've got to be kidding me?"

My smile canishes a little as I also become serious. "It was the communal shower at the dorms and I was already in there. I didn't do anything!" I raise my hands in defense because at the time I had thought it was an aweful idea anyway.
"She's all yours."

"THAT'S IT! OUT! I said get the fuck out of my room!"
I retreat a step but it seems like I've done it since he jumps out of bed trying to keep his private bits covered- pulls the blanket away from his new girl friend and gets his foot caught in it.
It's quite comical but I have enough sense not to look at the blonde babe in bed or his fallen figure.
Instead I back away just to get push the rest of the way to the door.
"I"m going to kill you myself!" He roars like an angry bull. I guess he's fully awake now.
"Hey, hands off, Romeo. I'll let myself out. I'm not into this agressive shit you two are doing." One last bad joke and I'm out the door just to quickly step away from the bedroom in case he's coming after me.

For a minute I stand and watch before I make my way back to our bedroom, where I find Kyanite with Brooklyn, who must have heard Jeran's shouting.
"You brother surely doesn't like anybody seeing him in his birthsuit." I motion over my shoulder before I sit down on the bed and start grinning again.
"That was hilarious.Those two...busy and all..." I start chuckling like I've never outgrown my teenage years.

There's no stopping Jeran's anger once it gets going. Not uncommon, but it would have to be Matthew in order to get him riled up and pissed off quicker than anyone else can. Just because Matthew's spouting off something about communal showers has nothing to do with it. The woman he's with right now is every bit as special to him and to hear about those two together, done anything or not, has his blood boiling.

"She's all yours."

Without waiting and a verbal lashing, he's darting out of bed only to get wrapped up in the sheets and plummets to the ground, unbeknownst to him that it jerked the covers away from the woman trying to hide in them. He is nothing but a bull and Matthew being the red flag, chases after him.

"Hey, hands off, Romeo. I'll let myself out. I"m not into this agressive shit you two are doing."

"I'm surprised since you wanted to join..." He has to mouth off and it doesn't stop him from getting to the door to try to shove Matthew just slightly, slamming the wooden barrier the moment Matthew is out of it. With him out of the way, a heavy sigh escapes his mouth when he looks to the bed. Vy is completely covered up and hiding within another blanket and it's then that he notices how the sheets are on the floor and a weird grin begins to appear on his lips.

"Vy? You okay under there?" Still concealed, he walks over to the bed and tosses the sheets up and sits down on the side of the bed, his head falling into his hands and shaking his head. "That... was so embarassing. Caught by my sister's boyfriend... I swear. I need to get locks on these doors now... if this is going to be a regular occurence."

He turns around to look at her, and pulls the sheets down just a little and quickly kisses her on the lips. "Had to make sure this wasn't a dream..."

.....

I can't beleive what I just saw. My best friend and my brother in the same bed. What in theh world just happened? It's like the floor fell out from beneath me and I'm in total shock. Brooklyn doesn't seem to care much except for wallering all on the bed, hitting herhead against the pillows a few times, giggling but stopping when I don't play along with her.

"Kyky. What wrong?" She asks in that delicate tone, tilting her head slightly and waiting for an answer.

"Nothing sweetie. Just tired. You're mommy scared me is all. She's sound aslee..." I begin to say before I suddenly hear the shouting from the other room and even Brooklyn's eyes dart to the door wondering what is goign on. A couple more things are said and then the slamming of the door is heard which makes me get to my feet and cautiously take one step to the door, but Matthew is entering the door.

"Your brother surely doesn't like anybody seeing him in his birthsuit. That was hilarious. Those two... busy and all..." I look to Brooklyn then Matthew and gesture for the young on on purpose.

"Maybe we should talk about it later..." I hint and sit back down on the bed with Matthew as Brooklyn jumps on the bed and pounces on Matthew's shoulder. "Easy Brooklyn... easy. No jumping on the bed, please." I say laying my arm over the top of my bump, slightly worried she might fall over into me. "It's bedtime, little one. It's still dark outside. Lay with me, okay? Kyky needs more sleep." I say to her and she merely shakes her head. "Defiant little thing you are. Are you going to be a good sissy to Mira?"

The little girl nods her head up and down.

I look to Matthew and turn to straighten up the pillows. "Will you get the lights, please?" I ask and Brooklyn actually settles down enough so that I can rest my back against the head of the bed, and draw my legs up and I put my arm out for the little one to snuggle up with me. "Matthew... why did you do that? Why didn't you leave with me? My brother is going to hate you even more now, you know that right?" I grin heavily and start to chuckle.