My Love Is Real: Gay Romance (2018 Edition)

By Trina Solet

For almost a year, Sean believed that Brian was his half brother. He denied his true feelings, but then a stunning revelation changed everything and tore them apart. Now Sean is desperate for a reunion. Sean wants him more than anything, but will Brian ever accept his love? His pride isn't the only thing standing in their way. A dangerous man has a claim on Brian.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trina Solet
• Release date: May 21, 2018
• ISBN: 9788828326885

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Chapter 1

Sean didn't like it when Brian came to live with them after his mother died. Brian was his father's other son, a year older than Sean and nothing like him.

It was the end of summer when Brian arrived on their doorstep and Sean had his first look at him. Until then, he only existed for Sean as a subject of arguments between his parents. It was usually about the money his father sent to Brian's mother.

Once he moved in, he lived in their apartment like a ghost. He was quiet and withdrawn, but he still somehow managed to get under Sean's skin. Maybe it was Brian's blue-eyed good looks that irritated Sean. Not that Sean was bad looking. Far from it. He had dark hair and eyes, a good build. Just having turned eighteen, he had a man's body, solid and strong.

Sean was perfectly aware of his power to attract anyone he wanted, while Brian carried himself like he had no clue how gorgeous he was. He walked around, unkempt, slouching, like he didn't give a crap. On top of that, Brian was stuck up, thought he was better than Sean. Sean's father claimed he was just quiet and reserved, but he didn't buy it.

When his father forced him to invite Brian to hang out or go to a movie, Brian always refused. And he didn't just refuse, he didn't even consider saying yes. He didn't even think about it for a half a second before shooting him down. Brian acted like he wouldn't want to hang out with Sean if his life depended on it. Like he had anything going for him other than being in college and being scruffy hot.

Brian had friends of his own to hang out with -- lanky posers, guys who read Sartre and stopped just short of speaking French at you for no good reason, girls who either wore no make up or wore it like it was Halloween.

During Brian's first month living with them, the air-conditioning in the apartment broke down. Sean's mother threw a fit. She kept glaring at Brian like she was accusing him of sabotaging it. Mom hated having him there more than Sean did. Dead mother or not, Brian got no sympathy from Sean's mom. She was used to getting her way, but this one time Sean's father put his foot down.

That night as the air-conditioned stayed dead and it was too hot to sleep, Sean stayed up watching some lame sci-fi movie. The living room was cooler than his room, and so late at night, he had it all to himself. He turned the TV off and stretched out on the couch. Half asleep in his boxers, Sean heard someone moving around.

He guessed it was Brian because he walked quietly and didn't turn on any lights. His mother would turn on every light as she went. His father would have been groaning or grumbling or something as he shuffled around and bumped into things.

First Sean heard then he saw Brian go into the kitchen. Sean was invisible lying on the couch in the pitch black living room, and he didn't let Brian know he was there.

In the light of the open refrigerator, Sean saw what Brian was wearing -- only boxers, dark blue ones. He also had ear buds in his ears and an old iPod in his hand. With his back to Sean, he was bending, reaching for something on the bottom shelf.

With him bent over like that, his ass was sticking out like he was offering it. And for some odd reason, Sean's erection was growing. It was the damn heat cooking his brain. Sean carefully pulled one leg up to hide what was happening in case Brian looked his way.

Hidden by darkness, Sean was still invisible, but he could see Brian so clearly. Why couldn't Sean turn away from the sight of him half naked, skin glistening from the heat?

The pop of a soda can tab startled him, got him breathing even faster. As Sean watched him, Brian straightened as if to let him admire the rest of his lithe body. Sean's eyes devoured the smooth muscles of his back and legs, the curve of his ass. One biceps flexed as he drank the soda. With Brian turned slightly sideways, Sean caught sight of his throat working as he swallowed gulp after gulp.

That was too much for him. Sean couldn't help himself. He jammed his hand down the front of his boxers. Choking back a gasp, he squeezed his dick like he wanted to choke it.

With a tight grip on his rock hard cock, he jerked as he watched Brian bend down again, looking for something else, completely unaware of him.

Right now, Sean could stand up, pull his cock free, let it jut out as he walked over to him. He could get behind Brian slip his hand down the crack of his ass, find the hole, tease it. Then he would pull down his boxers, jam his cock in there, fill him with it.

Brian wouldn't be able to stay quiet, he'd scream and moan, say his name. Sean would work that hole, make him love it. As Sean got closer to his climax, a new, insane thought entered his head. He wanted Brian to turn and see him, watch him come.

By the time Brian turned, Sean was pretending to be asleep, knees pulled up, a sticky mess soaked through the front of his boxers. He didn't even dare to breathe as he listened to the sound of Brian's quiet footsteps moving away.

Chapter 2

They were practically snowed in that Saturday. There was an overnight blizzard followed by icy rain. It was almost Christmas, but there was no Christmas card perfect covering of clean snow. It was a mess. Everything outside the windows was cold and ugly while Sean was on the phone listening to his girlfriend bitch about how she didn't want to be stuck at home.

Let's go somewhere then, Sean offered though he didn't feel like wading through the muck the snow had turned into.

Are you kidding? It's all slush out there. It's disgusting. I'm not going anywhere in that, she practically shrieked.

OK. I don't want to go anyway, he informed her, his tone colder than he intended.

What do you mean you don't want to go? What the fuck, Sean? I thought you wanted to hang out! she shrieked some more.

Molly, make up your damn mind already!

And then there was more yelling followed by hanging up. That's what you get when you don't want a boring girlfriend. Molly was as hot as a grease fire and just as hard to put out. She called back almost immediately, but Sean decided to let her cool off a little instead of picking up just to listen to her screaming at him.

Not wanting to be faced with a phone demanding his attention every two minutes, he dropped it on the bed when he left his room. As he passed Brian's door, Sean noticed that his room was as quiet as a tomb. The door was open a crack, and he could see Brian reading and listening to music in there. He was on his bed, his lank blond hair falling over his face as he peered into the book he was reading like he was going to dive inside it and never come up to face the real world again.

Sean turned away and moved on. It was a bad idea to spend any time contemplating Brian. Bad things happened when he did that. Since the summer, Sean had been doing his best never to dwell on him, what he looked like, how he moved, the deep, soft sound of his voice.

But walking away had him facing a different kind of quagmire. His mother was pacing the living room, drink in hand.

I don't supposed you know where your father went? she asked seeing Sean before he could retreat.

No. Sorry, Sean said and tried to go into the kitchen. His mother stopped him.

Call his phone. Let's see if he answers you, she ordered him.

Mom, Sean complained. He couldn't wait for winter break to be over so he could go back to college and get the hell away from his mother's drama for half a day.

Call him! she snapped.

He's probably in a meeting. Leave him alone, Sean told her as mildly as he could.

On a Saturday?

You want him to make serious money, but you don't want him to work overtime? I don't know, Mom. Sean didn't actually believe his father was working, but it was better if his mother did.

She didn't, not for a minute. She stalked right past Sean and into Brian's room. She had decided to try ordering him around. Make yourself useful. Call your father right now, she said to Brian.

Sean arrived in time to see Brian calmly look up from his book and take his ear buds out. Sean's mother repeated her order.

I don't want to bother him while he's working, Brian said in that irritating, mild but stubborn way. This time, Sean wasn't the only one who didn't like his attitude.

It's so heartwarming that you stick up for your father. I told you to call him. Do it. Her tone was edging toward nasty, and Sean wondered how