Man's Weekend

Before you knew it, it was time for the weekend. You drive up with Bruno into the woods, where you come across a moderate-sized cabin.

"Go on in, they'll be waiting for you. I just need to park the car." Bruno says. You hesitate, not wanting to go in first, without Bruno to introduce you, but before you can respond, Bruno is already driving away. As you step into the cozy cabin, the scent of wood and warmth greets you, mixing with the faint sounds of laughter. You gulp, this was the moment of truth, the thought of meeting them has your heart pounding in your chest. Thankfully Bruno had coached you on them on the ride up.

Nick, stands at the center of the room, his presence magnetic the epitome of rugged handsomeness. His dark hair falls effortlessly across his forehead, accentuating his striking features. He flashes a friendly smile as he extends his hand, introducing himself with a firm handshake. His eyes, a captivating shade of blue, lock onto yours for a moment, and your stomach flutters involuntarily.

"Hey, I'm Nick," Nick introduces himself with a wink, his voice a deep, velvety rumble that sends shivers down your spine. You manage a smile, your cheeks tinged with a blush that you hope isn't too noticeable.

Next in line is Mick, an imposing figure of brawn and athleticism. His tank top reveals sculpted arms and a broad chest, and a thin gold chain wrapped around hiss veiny neck. His grin is infectious, and despite the tension you feel, he offers a hearty slap on the back, exuding the kind of energy that draws people in.

"And I'm Mick!" Mick booms, his handshake surprisingly gentle despite his imposing figure. His eyes hold a spark of curiosity, a hint that he's sizing you up, assessing you in a way that makes you slightly uncomfortable.

On the other side sat Rick, lean and toned, a more subtle strength emanating from him. He put down the book he was reading to look at you. He meets your gaze with a polite nod, his expression guarded, but bored.

Rick offers a nod and a reserved smile. "Rick." His words are polite, but his eyes, the color of rich mahogany, hold a glimmer of skepticism, like he's trying to decipher something hidden beneath the surface.

"Runo has told us all about you," Nick says with a smile.

"He has? Runo ain't told me shit!" Mick says in confusion.

"He did Mick, you just aren't exactly the most...active listener," Nick smirks.

"What the hell does that mean," Mick says angrily.

As the two siblings bicker, Bruno enters the room with an easy smile, his eyes immediately finding yours. He wraps his arm around your neck casually, pulling you closer. "Guys, this is my friend," he says, emphasizing the word friend, "Hope you've been giving him the good ol' family welcome!

"Nothing but!" Nick says with a smile.

Throughout the evening, you navigate conversations of sports and women, suppressing the anxiety that churns within you. Laughter and stories flow, the brothers poke fun at each other. They seem to get along really well, even Rick, who doesn't say much, will say something at just the right moment to deal a devastating blow to one of his brothers.

As the night wears on, you find yourself slowly relaxing, the initial tension easing into a begrudging comfort. You're treading cautiously, revealing only what's necessary, all the while observing the dynamics between the brothers, their interactions unfolding with complexity.

Amidst the laughter and shared beers, you can't help but wonder how they would react if they knew the truth about your relationship with Bruno.

But for now, you navigate uncharted territory, aware that this weekend will shape your relationship with Bruno's brothers, shaping the path of your hidden romance in unexpected ways.

With a sense of both relief and anticipation, the brothers split off to engage in their chosen activities. Rick heads to a corner of the cabin, pulling out a well-worn chess set from a shelf.

Meanwhile, the sound of footsteps pounding on the wooden floor reverberates through the cabin as Mick walks towards the home gym.

A grin plays on Nick's lips as he saunters over to the corner of the room where a deck of cards lies forgotten on a table, taking them outside to to porch.

In the midst of the activities, Bruno discreetly excuses himself and heads towards his room. There's a mixture of emotions on his face, a combination of longing and restraint. You share a fleeting glance, a silent understanding passing between you. The secret you both share hangs in the air, a tender connection that binds you even in moments of separation.