Page 38 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
“Oh shit, you know about that?”
“Came across it by accident. I’m one of your followers.”
“Really? Weird. Guess you were braced for the resemblance between us then.”
“That’s what caught my attention. Thought I had a kid I didn’t know out there until I heard you mention you lived here.”
“Interesting, one day we’ll have to address that whole knowing I existed, but didn’t say anything until now.”
“But not tonight?”
“Not tonight. Tonight is for casual and fun.”
“Good deal...now tell me.”
“Alright, so?—”
ELI
I jolted awake, bolting upright in bed and staring at the opposite wall. My heart was pounding furiously as I stared, craning my senses in every direction. I wasn’t sure why I’d woken up so harshly, but something had jerked me awake. I didn’t sleep as deeply as Milo, but I wasn’t a light sleeper. Something had to happen to wake me up at...God, it was almost four in the morning.
A thump jerked my head toward my doorway, and I frowned, easing out of bed to pull on a pair of shorts to cover at least part of my nudity. I’d once said how I did the same thing last time I thought someone had broken in, and Milo had joked that I should have come as I was. Apparently, having the owner come at you with a weapon while butt naked was far more terrifying than if they were wearing clothes. I had to admit it made sense, but I never liked the idea of my vulnerable bits being exposed if I had to fight someone off.
I opened my door gently, glad Milo despised squeaky hinges so much that he religiously greased them. I could hear more thumps, softer than before, coming from the entrance way. We had a night light in the short hallway that came on automatically when it was dark. It cast a faint glow, and I could see someonemoving, and I jerked when the shadow fell forward with a harsh thump.
I blinked and rolled my eyes when I heard a soft laugh, followed by “Oww.”
Milo. A drunk Milo, no less.
“Whew,” he groaned, and I heard another thump I thought might be him kicking off his shoe. “I wanna be an Oscar Meyer wiener...ohhhh, I wanna be an Oscar Meyer wiiiiener.”
A drunk Milo stuck in a song loop, no less. Wonderful.
Shaking my head, I stepped into the hallway to find him sprawled in the entrance way. He was on his back, his shoes off, and flopped carelessly in front of the door, along with one of his socks, the other sock hanging halfway off his foot. He had partially unbuttoned his shirt, one button from the bottom and the top three, leaving the last one to hang on for its life. His pants were undone, zipper not opened yet, apparently forgotten as he repeatedly sang his jingle.
“Someone had a good night,” I muttered as I stared down into his face, his eyes closed, and a smile as he murmured the jingle again.
“Hmm?” he hummed in thought, ten seconds after I’d spoken, his brain pickled enough to delay processing.
“I said, it looks like someone had a good night.” I prodded him in the side with my foot and raised a brow when he didn’t jerk away from the touch. Milo was incredibly ticklish; it didn’t take much to make him flinch and squeal. It took a great deal of alcohol to make him so numb that he didn’t react to being prodded in a ticklish spot. So much alcohol in fact that I’d only seen it twice before, which meant I probably didn’t have long until he decided to have a nap...a nap that was going to last sometime into the late morning. “Oh God, you’re drunk drunk.”
“I can’t stand,” he said with a giggle. “Of fucking course I’m drunk.”
“Yeah, but there’s drunk and there’s holy shit you’re drunk, you’re the second.”
“I ammmmmm.”
“And this is why you require adult supervision,” I said with a shake of my head.
“I’m notthatdrunk,” he protested with a slur impressive enough to make a binge drinking alcoholic pause.
“Uh-huh. You threw up tonight, didn’t you?”
“Only once!”
“First of all, once is more than anyone should while drinking. Second of all, that means you puked, felt better, and went back for more drinks.”
“Maaaybeeee.”
