Kyle padded down the concrete steps, the clean clothes he'd pilfered from the ironing pile under one arm, and hip-bumped the door to the basement bathroom open. He fumbled for the light switch, caught it with his thumb, and then waited as the ancient strip light on the ceiling buzzed fitfully into life. He eyed it suspiciously until it stopped flickering, and only then closed and locked the door. He compounded his decision to use this particular bathroom by unceremoniously dumping his clothing, towel and Jeff's old compression shorts into an untidy pile in the corner, and then ran his fingers through his short hair.
"Fuck, I hate this room."
"What room?" Kyle couldn't help giving a surprised grunt at the sensation of his piss slit opening and closing around Jeff's words. "Where are we?"
"I though you were asleep?"
"Nah. I had this sensation that some really big guy was buried balls-deep inside me, and the more I tried to ignore it the more detailed and insistent it got. Weird, huh?" Jeff chuckled, and Kyle squirmed and gritted his teeth at the sensation. "Anyway, where are we?"
"Basement bathroom."
There was silence, and Kyle took it as an opportunity to cross the room and turn the faucet in the shower cubicle. He glanced at himself in the wall-mounted mirror on the way and, as always, felt his breath hitch briefly at the sight of his own muscular physique. The faucet squeaked, the pipe to the showerhead rattled, and Kyle listened to the water hitting glass and ceramic and tried not to imagine violins screeching.
"Psycho, huh?" Kyle felt like his dick was moving, and a glance down towards his pants confirmed that it was, indeed, visibly shifting into a new position on its own. "I think I remember the night we watched it. We used to have those bunk beds and shared a room. I don't think either of us got any sleep."
Kyle continued staring down at his groin.
"You remember that?" he said at last, "I didn't think you remembered past a week ago anymore. That's what those doctors said." Kyle ran his hand through his hair again. "I thought-"
"Well they were wrong, then, weren't they?"
"The fu-? Eyegore now?" Kyle stared straight ahead, not really seeing the shower, fingers still tangled in his hair, "you had the tone and everything."
"Yeah, I wasn't looking forward to doing the 'walk this way' bit if you didn't get it. That would have been a little hard, and I'd probably end up as a big hard halfway through." Jeff paused, and then snaked upwards until Kyle could feel that he was standing upright in his pants. "Okay, real talk. Do you remember what the error message on the computer said? I don't remember what all the settings did. "
Kyle, distracted by his own thoughts shook himself and focused on the question. He frowned to himself as he thought back, then his frown deepened. "Wait. What computer?"
"Oh, well. That answers that." Jeff sounded weirdly relieved, and it made Kyle suspicious that he was planning something weird. As if to confirm his suspicions, Kyle could feel the distinct sensation of a boner coming on. "You owe me a scrubbing. Strip naked, and make sure to put your hands all over me. Maybe get in the shower afterwards, too."
Kyle blinked.
"Jeff? You're my brother. That's kind of a weird thing to say."
"Kyle? I'm your dick. It'd be weirder for you not to do what I just suggested." Jeff sounded a bit affronted. "What are you waiting for?"
It took a bit more time, but Kyle did indeed strip naked and put his hands all over Jeff, along with the soap.