13. He's not a child anymore

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Joni woke to the sound of snoring somewhere close and glanced beside him; Ivo.

It was a good thing that he hadn't fallen off the bed, Joni noted to himself, that's how close to the edge he had been lying. He sighed, turned on his back, and brought his hand to his forehead. His head was aching, he had drunk at least one drink too many.

Slowly he turned his face to look at the man beside him, what on earth was he doing? He wondered to himself, glad that at least they hadn't had sex; it would only make things more complicated. But if he continued dating Ivo, then sooner or later it would become an issue, wouldn't it?

Joni sat up slowly, the questions and the confusion did nothing to help his poor head. But Misha had been there, at the club, and he had seen them, and now... if Misha were to see him there, he would of course think that he and Ivo had... Joni couldn't help but grin. It would surely piss him off, wouldn't it?

When he got up, he also became aware of his sore muscles. It must have been all that damned dancing and alcohol put together. He carefully picked up his clothes from the floor, not wanting to wake Ivo, and quietly tiptoed out of the room, into the bathroom where he got dressed.

He felt tired, the exhaustion making his body feel heavy and combined with the sore muscles and the headache, he really didn't feel all that well.

He lazily made his way to the kitchen, where he saw Misha. Now, normally seeing him would have made Joni smirk, but this time the tiredness got the better of him and made him yawn.

"Morning," he muttered, "hey um, any painkillers? My head is killing me and, uh, all my muscles feel sore." He complained sleepily, knowing full well how Misha most likely would take his words, and it wasn't that he'd guess that the reason for his muscle soreness was hours of dancing, but a reason entirely different...

Startled by what or who he saw, Misha accidentally touched the hot pan, scalding his hand.

"Ah, shit!" He ran towards the sink, opened the cold water, and shoved his burning hand under the cold current, cursing in his head. Why the hell was the brat there?!

Joni felt somewhat amused, well amused to the point that made him feel less ill. Misha deserved that, he thought to himself, while taking a few more steps closer.

"Are you alright?" He asked in an irritatingly sweet tone, his lips twisting slightly.

"Perfectly alright," Misha hissed at the brat who was pretending to care! "No need to worry your ass," he added, noticing the fake smile; Joni was laughing his ass off, the little snake!

"I was just asking, no need to get angry." 

Misha glared at him nastily, now the little brat was faking all innocent... Innocent his ass!

"Ivo is still sleeping, I didn't want to wake him, so I-" Joni started to explain, making Misha's insides boil even more. "Anyway, my head is really hurting, so?"

Misha simply pointed at the cabinet where the medicines were. "Help yourself," he muttered, looking at his thumb which was now sore and red, he'd have to put some ointment on and if he avoided a nasty blister, it would be a miracle! And it was entirely the brat's fault!

Joni took the medicine with some juice he found in the fridge. "You know, they say that when you burn yourself, you should at least keep the area in cold water for twenty minutes, so it won't spread in deeper skin layers," he told Misha while carefully sipping the juice.

"So the breakfast is doomed," Misha responded acidly. "Go and wake ... Dima," he looked straight at Joni. "He can finish cooking alright," Misha definitely didn't need IVO to walk into the kitchen as well.

"I can help finish the breakfast," Joni offered, which made Misha snort.

"A spoiled brat like you certainly wouldn't be able ..." He laughed in his head at the idea. Preposterous!

"I can cook you know. I do cook at home, not often, but... sometimes," Joni told him, annoyed. "But whatever, I won't touch your precious breakfast if you're that worried." He huffed.

"Because you would certainly burn it," Misha muttered now. "I'm going to wake up Dima."

"By all means, go," Joni rolled his eyes and sat down in front of the table. What did he care if Misha's finger would be damaged forever? For all he cared he could have his finger fall off completely!

He absently reached for the first magazine at sight, of course, it was Russian, it figured... But it would have to do.

It took Misha almost five minutes to wake Dima up and when he actually was up he looked like a sore bear. Of course, Misha knew that he wasn't an early riser but for God's sake...

"Move your ass, Dima, or the breakfast will be completely ruined!" Misha hissed at his brother who was giving him a morning 'I want to sleep!' glare, but finally he obeyed as any good little brother would.

Dima was more than surprised to see his friend in the kitchen, he blinked in surprise.

"Morning Dima," Joni smiled at him.

"What are you doing here?" Dima asked, "I mean, eh, good morning,"

"Your brother invited me, we went out yesterday," Joni gave a small grin seeing the dumb expression on his friend's face. Just then Misha walked in and Dima looked back and forth between them.

"You're dating?"

Misha had not expected this, Dima's question made him open his mouth in shock. Date? Date HIM?

Joni had the feeling that Dima wouldn't like it, he bit his lip... the situation was bound to become awkward. "Erm, no, we're not," he told him, briefly glancing at Misha, whose utter shock didn't feel nice to look at.

"But you just said..." Dima looked at him with his mouth open, slowly putting the pieces together, "You said you were out with my brother."

"Dima, finish breakfast," Misha regained his voice after clearing his throat, feeling uneasy about the whole situation. He had known that it was a bad idea, from the very beginning! Joni wasn't the suitable age for Ivo! Ivo was too old! And now Dima was dragged into this, too! "Before it gets completely inedible," he added, and then, though he had been about to send the brat to wake up his current ... lover and his older brother, instead he decided to wake the oldest pervert himself.

Joni was left alone in the kitchen with Dima, who was shaking his head while cooking.

"Are you serious, Joni? He's-" Dima's voice was tense, "he's thirty-one! You are seventeen! It's..." Again the other boy shook his head and Joni was unsure what to say, he had never really considered what Dima might feel, or what he would say, he had never thought about it this far.

"I realize that, but... I like him, he's nice and..." He tried to explain the situation which now felt even more complicated. He had wanted to piss off Misha, but now it seemed silly if it was the only reason. Other people were involved too and... Joni felt confused.

Misha's finger was throbbing with pain and made him realize that he still hadn't taken care of it properly and yet, here he was, going to Ivo's room, getting pissed off again for some reason. Before he walked into his room, he hit the door with his fist.

"Ivo! Put some damn boxers on! I'm getting in!" he waited for a moment, long enough to give Ivo the chance to find the said piece of garment and get decent.

To his surprise, when walking in, he found his brother almost fully dressed, lacking only a shirt.

"Ah, Misha!" he smiled brightly at him, which made Misha agitated, "so very good morning! You slept well?"

Why the hell was Ivo so god-dammed cheerful in the morning, Misha wondered, his gaze drifting to where the bed was; the sheets messed up and... Yes, of course, the reason was currently seated in their kitchen.

"Not so good," Misha replied sourly, "Dima just learned about you and Joni."

"Oh? And what would that mean?"

"God, don't pretend that you don't know what it means! You slept with him and Dima's bound to have questions as to why!" Misha hissed at him, slowly losing his cool façade.

"Hmm, then I'll just tell him that ... Dima's not a kid, he will understand," Ivo waved his hand dismissively, making Misha want to strangle him.

"Dima is already confused! He thinks that I date the brat!"

"Oh? And that would be bad because ...?" Ivo gave him an amused look, "But ok, I'll try to clear the situation for Dima; YOU already had your chance and threw it out of the window," Ivo shrugged his shoulders and left the room.

Misha was steaming; Ivo was an idiot! Couldn't he see what trouble he could cause!? How would the parents react when they learned about this affair?? Once again he looked at the bed, suddenly imagining how they had... NO! He did not want to think of it!

He went into the bathroom, where they kept their first aid kit, and at last, he put some ointment on his finger. And then, his insides still steaming with anger, he returned to the kitchen.

Joni turned to look when he heard someone entering the kitchen and smiled at the sight of Ivo; at least there was one friendly face. "Good morning, slept well?" he asked.

"Morning, morning!" Ivo was still in a bright mood; nothing worked better than getting his younger brother this agitated and jealous! "Slept marvelously! And you?"

"I slept very well," Joni lied, "your bed is so soft." Again he forgot about Dima and everyone else, he wanted to get back at the bastard who called himself Misha.

"Dima, what's going to be for breakfast?" Ivo asked, surprised to see his youngest brother in front of the stove, "And what about Misha? Why isn't he making food?"

"He burnt his finger," Dima informed and then Misha walked in, with his, as of now, sour trademark face.

"Ah, so we're all here now," Ivo started making tea and coffee and soon four mugs were placed on the table. "Sit down, everyone, Dima, that bacon ready?"

"Yes, it's ready."

Ivo took out plates and fixed everyone a good serving of the dish, first, of course, serving to his 'young lover' "Here you go, Joni," he smiled, winking, which made Misha's face even sourer, though he remained silent. 

Dima also kept his head cool, though Ivo could see that he didn't like what he saw either. Ivo sat down next to Joni, maybe Dima would go even so far as to try and help Misha? It would be more than welcome!

Joni kept smiling at Ivo, acting like a... well, a love-sick fool. Though he was dying to see Misha's face, he did his best to not look at him. He took a sip of his coffee and started eating his breakfast, happily humming to himself.

Misha stabbed the eggs on his plate with his fork, watching the two CHIRPING lovebirds across the table. He saw Dima's questioning look and gave him a short shrug in response; even though it made him mad, he kept silent. Ivo was right, it was between him and Joni and he had no business in it and he didn't even want to get involved in it! He didn't!

"Oh, Misha, and how did your outing go? Did you have a good time? You mysteriously disappeared after I met you in the restroom," Ivo suddenly asked him.

"I went home," Misha responded shortly, taking some of the bacon in his mouth. If he ate quickly he could also leave quickly.

"How long has this been going on?" Dima asked then, looking between the pair.

"Not long, we had our first date yesterday," Joni answered in a calm voice, smiling at his friend and taking a sip of his coffee.

"And are-..." Misha stopped himself before saying anything else; he should learn to keep his mouth shut.

"Already what?" Ivo asked with an innocent face, "Already slept together? Well, at least WE had one date before going to bed."

This made Joni almost choke on his breakfast, he started to cough and had to slap himself on his chest a few times to make the food go down. He took some water.

"Wrong throat," he muttered afterward. Dima continued to stare at him and Joni could only hope that he wouldn't catch what was truly being said between Ivo and Misha. It was awkward... Sleeping with two brothers, though he hadn't really slept with the other, but it looked that way and... It would kind of make him seem like a... slut?

"Anyway, let's eat, Dima worked hard and got up earlier especially to have this breakfast prepared for us," Ivo smiled again, not continuing with the awkward topic that made him feel kind of ... nervous.

Dima looked even more puzzled, which was good; if he learned that both his brothers had slept with his schoolmate... classmate!... Misha suddenly felt like the biggest pervert alive and he wondered how it was that Ivo was still so cheerful, as if not noticing the tense situation he had created, almost making his teenage lover choke on his breakfast, Misha of course had nothing to do with it.

After Joni got over the shock, he smiled at Ivo and then at Dima. "How's Eva? Have you talked with her?" 

"She's still mad at you, but I think I'm forgiven," Dima muttered, taking a mouthful of food, glaring at him from under his brows.

"Well," Joni cleared his throat, "that's... good? I think. I mean I'm glad it's okay now between you two." Joni replied he was used to having people mad at him, random people, but... he didn't want his friends to be. He didn't want Dima's anger, with his girlfriends he could live with.

"Hm, I think I should go home soon," Joni said to Ivo then, "What are your plans for today?"

Misha couldn't help but watch, Ivo looked at the brat still with that infuriating smile of his,

"Have anything in mind? I'm flexible so ..." Misha glared at his brother; that PERVERT! And why didn't the brat just go home?! Misha was sure that his parents were dying of worry, and they rightfully should be!

"How about your dad?" Dima suddenly asked and almost made Misha smirk; good boy! "Won't he... ask where you were?"

"Well," Joni started, "I- he knows where I am, I just.... told him that I was coming here for the night, but....in your room," he explained, smiling a bit sheepishly. "You don't mind, do you?"

Dima looked tense. "How convenient," he muttered, taking a sip of his tea.

"You do mind," Joni took note with a slightly unsure voice.

"It's not that, it's..." and again Dima looked at them both. "It's..."

Misha gave a meaningful look at Ivo as if wanting to tell him 'I said so!' but the bastard still kept smirking, even more! And suddenly he leaned forward and kissed Joni on his cheek, almost causing Dima to choke. Misha stared at the idiot and his boyfriend in disbelief.

"Ivo, he's..." Dima suddenly seemed angry, just like Misha was, though at the moment Misha was able to cover it better than he was. "...fourteen years younger!"

"So what? He's not a kid anymore, Dima," Ivo said philosophically, "if he is alright with dating me, I see no reason why you couldn't be."

Joni couldn't remember ever seeing Dima as angry as he was at the moment. "Dima, I like Ivo... I'm... you shouldn't worry, it's okay," he tried to assure his friend, realizing that he was just getting himself deeper and deeper into the mess he himself had created. He took Ivo's hand in his, just hoping that Dima would calm down; maybe he was just upset thinking that it was only sex.

"It's just that..." Dima stood up, "Joni, you told me that you were a..." He started "And he's..." Dima pointed at Ivo, and then he sighed in frustration. "Uh, whatever! I'm going to my room!"

"Congratulations, you two," Misha said calmly when Dima left the kitchen, somehow glad that he didn't approve of Joni and Ivo getting together. Misha left the kitchen, too, following Dima.

Dima obviously needed to talk about it and if Ivo was behaving like a teenager, lust taking over sense, then it was Misha's duty to be the responsible one.

He stood in front of the door to Dima's room, stopping for a moment and thinking about what it was that he wanted to talk about with his younger brother; did he want to rub salt in his wound? Or was he simply shocked seeing Ivo and Joni together? Finally, he knocked, what happened would happen.

"Dima, can I come in?" He waited, having to wait long for the response and finally, it was given.

"Yeah, come in," the voice didn't sound enthusiastic, but at least the permission had been given.

"Um, you wanna ... talk?" Misha asked. "About ... stuff?"

Dima looked at him, sitting on his bed, and sighed. "I just... I don't like this; I don't like it at all." He said, shaking his head and for a moment staring blankly at the wall in front of him before again turning to look at his brother. "Ivo is too old! He's too old for Joni."

Misha couldn't have agreed more. "It's not like you're going to ... hmmm, tell Joni that he shouldn't date Ivo," Misha said carefully, sitting next to him, a bit slouched. "I don't like it either," he told him honestly; Dima wouldn't stupidly tease him about it so he could afford to be honest.

"Joni told me a while back that he was still... a virgin... well I can't be certain what, if anything, happened between Kasper and him, both seem reluctant to talk about it ... but anyway, Ivo, he just, he's seen lots of people! And I can't see him being serious with this, with Joni. I mean, what can they possibly have in common with each other?! They slept together after just one date!" Dima huffed. "I know how Joni can be, I know he likes to flirt a lot and he doesn't always THINK what... or how..." Dima shook his head, frustrated for not being able to voice just what he wanted to say, "I mean, yes he is vain and annoying at times, even I can agree with that, BUT he is my friend and he isn't always like that, I think it's more of an act really, he is a good friend. I like him and I don't want him to get hurt by dating a much older man, our brother! Who's so much older, it's a mistake!"

The unintentional slip-up had made Misha flinch. Well, it was sort of everything that Dima was saying; the fact that he had taken Joni's virginity, without thinking twice about it while he couldn't even stand him; how was he better than Ivo? He wasn't, he hadn't even dated him, not even once!

"It's not that he's dating my brother, if it was you, then..." And to this Dima stopped, looking at him like just discovering something, as if getting the most brilliant idea ever, Misha didn't like that look.

"Uhh, don't throw me into the mix, Dima," Misha told him seriously.

"But, I just realized it! You'd be perfect for him! Honestly Misha!" Dima exclaimed, "Joni is cute, right? He is good-looking, um... sexy? I mean I am straight, but I can say when another guy is handsome and he is."

What should Misha care about even if he were cute, or sexy? He was a brat, someone that he wouldn't date even in a million years! Because he was vain and irritating and... right now, didn't he have Ivo?

"Dima, it's not ... cute is not everything, you know hundreds of cute girls and you're not dating them, right? So, it doesn't work that way."

"I know, I know!" Dima sighed again, "But Joni is nice and you've never really given him a chance, have you? You've been so focused on...hating him, that you can't see beyond that. So... if you would just talk with him, I'm sure that you'd see what I see."

Misha's mind was screaming against the idea. "If I suddenly started being so ... attentive ... wouldn't it look suspicious?" And he wasn't going to be the begging idiot! No way in hell!

"What if you just... try? Carefully? To talk to him?" Dima suggested hopefully. "Misha, I'm worried, if this continues with Ivo ...nothing good will follow... and with time Ivo would understand. He would see that it's better."

What was better?

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