Fill: (928) Folgers
Title: Folgers
Pairing: kinda implies Sock/Jonathan
Words: 666 [yes, I deliberately made it that word count]
Summary: you know the commercial, if you don’t then Folgers Brother Sister commercial. Inspired by prompt #928 of wthkinkmeme
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Sock was waiting impatiently by the window staring out onto the snow covered street. It was Christmas Day and he still hadn’t shown up. Even his parents had gone to bed tired of waiting but Sock couldn’t. He couldn’t go to sleep until Jonathan showed up. He hadn’t seen Jonathan in two years when he went to volunteer for the Peace Corp that sent him to Africa.
Smiling Sock saw Jonathan get out of the yellow cab that had pulled up and make his way over to the front door and before Jonathan could put his hand over the knob the door opened. Jonathan blinked at him before the sliver of humor passed over his blue eyes, “I must have the wrong house.”
Sock, now sixteen to Jonathan’s almost twenty years, pouted but pointed to himself indicating who he was. “Brother,” before they both smiled and Jonathan let out a small chuckle as Sock wrapped his thin arms around his older brother’s shoulders squeezing to convey what he was currently feeling. “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered to the blond’s ear before reluctantly letting go.
Walking into the kitchen with Jonathan right behind him, backpack still on, Sock commented, “The parents’ waited all night for you, you know.”
Jonathan slid off his pack on the floor near the counter walking to the breakfast island. “It’s a long ways from West Africa, you know,” is his excuse for his tardiness. Sock goes around the kitchen preparing the coffee machine knowing Jonathan needed his caffeine fix. Sock could use one himself with an almost twenty-four hours of being up because he waited for his brother to show up.
Jonathan put his hand over Sock’s hair messing it up and making it stick up worse than it normally does when he isn’t wearing his hat. Sock groaned like a little brother and swatted Jonathan’s hand off taking the necessary space apart but forgiving his older brother the small transgression because he was just so happy he was back.
Once the coffee started pouring Jonathan leaned in taking a big whiff of the seducing aroma. “Ah, real coffee,” he sighed wanting but holding back a moan of pleasure.
Sock lifted himself onto the counter watching his brother’s face light up in ecstasy over the coffee feeling himself blush a little and having to lower his head. When Sock lifted his head he noticed Jonathan walking over to him and placing a small wrapped box into his hands. Lifting those green eyes of his to his big brother he asked a silent question.
Jonathan answered the silent look on Sock, “I got you a present from far away.”
Sock glanced back down at the box toying with it in his hands before going for the bow and taking it out of the box and taping it on Jonathan’s shoulder instead. “You’re my present this year,” Sock said staring at those blue eyes.
Jonathan wanted to protest but that died on his lips when he looked into those green eyes of his brother. The air felt charged as Jonathan felt his heart pick up speed making his face heat up and they would’ve stared at each other like that for a long time if not for the shuffling of feet making their way into the kitchen.
Sock was blushing and ducked his head as both of their parents walked in. His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he felt a sudden awareness of his body as it came alive. Why was he feeling this for his own brother? That was very strange indeed.
During the time it took both Mom and Dad to hug and greet Jonathan, Sock managed to bring himself under control. Looking back up both brothers looked at each other and a zing of desire passed between them. The air clotted into a very promising smolder of passion. When Jonathan and Sock had time alone later tonight it would be the start of a very interesting porno.
