7.Morning after

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Misha woke feeling dryness in his mouth, the dryness that might have had something to do with his intent to become drunk, he rolled over a bit, closer to the edge of his bed, leaving the warmth and only now discovering the lack of it. Someone was sleeping with him?

He sat up and looked toward the... visitor... instantly getting chills. It was the brat. His eyes widened, so it hadn't been just a dream! He had slept with the brat; he had fucked Joni, the rush of memories came back to him and he gulped, loud. What had he done?

Joni's head was pounding, almost as if someone was hitting him with a hammer. His mouth felt dry, and he felt slightly sick and dizzy, and worst of all, his ass felt like... burning? He groaned quietly, slowly opening his eyes and for a moment he felt at a loss. Where was he? He moved and then it hit him; he was completely naked and there was certain stickiness down on his.... hurting rear.

He opened his eyes wider and sat up faster than he should have because immediately he felt even more ill. He brought his hands on his face, "Fuck," then he glanced at his side and...

"You?" He stared at the other wide-eyed, now fully realizing what had taken place on the night before and that it hadn't gone at all as he had planned!

Misha groaned and looked away. Perfect, that's what he needed first thing in the morning... to face him... And what had he been thinking? He didn't do little kids! Even if the said kids didn't look like kids, they ARE! Joni was the same age as Dima! Could he be accused of pedophilia now?? He wondered, a state of panic growing in his gut.

No, the legal age here was sixteen, wasn't it? Had he been so desperate on the night before that he had forgotten that he couldn't stand him?! Or... his thinking obviously had been done with some other end than his head... And alcohol, the darn alcohol! He looked at Joni once more, his presence heavy like a stone around his neck.

"The bathroom," he pointed towards the door. "Go and wash." His words left him without much consideration of how they sounded. Too occupied with the splitting headache that tried to raid his brain.

Joni narrowed his eyes. His chest tightened by the sound of that indifferent tone and how the man was now avoiding his gaze, holding his hand over his forehead. Joni gulped, hoping to swallow the unpleasant feeling that tried to rise and settle a camp in his throat.

"Oh I see," he started slowly while pulling himself up from the bed, hissing as every move brought more pain down on his body and he was... it was... It was running down his thighs now! The idiot hadn't even used a freaking condom!

"Yes, I should go and wash from the evidence of you taking advantage of me!" he almost screamed, pulling the cover with him to hide his nakedness.

Advantage?! ADVANTAGE?! Misha's mind was screaming

"Listen, you ... brat!" He hissed with anger and –ironically- guilt. "You came here willing, and you NEVER said NO!"

Joni breathed tensely, flashbacks coming back to him, the images of... He looked away, gritting his teeth.

"I was drunk," he finally hissed, hating how vulnerable he felt right then. "I was drunk and didn't know any better," he repeated, looking into Misha's eyes now. "And now I'm hurting, you asshole! I hope you're happy now, after taking my virginity!" The least Misha could do was address him with more respect!

Joni's eyes were stinging, dangerously close to... No, he would not cry! His breathing was hard, his chest aching, his body shivering, unable to make it stop.

"You twerp! If you come to such a party and get roaring drunk, flirting the way you did, what do you think happens? Huh?!" Misha walked closer to him and without any word he lifted him. With such a hurting ass – and Misha knew he was hurting a lot – walking must have been unbearable.

"Be happy it was me," Misha added with a mutter as he walked towards the door to the bathroom, trying his best to ignore the brat's screaming (; which sent daggers to his poor head) and his kicking. "I was being gentle with you, if this was anyone else, you'd be hurting a lot more," Misha tried to reason with him.

"Asshole," Joni kicked Misha's leg once he was lowered down into the bathroom. "Don't expect me to be happy! Don't expect me to EVER say thank you!"

"I would never expect that from you! You're a spoiled brat, that's what you are!" Misha hissed from pain as he rubbed his shin. He then took a fresh towel and threw it at Joni. Next, he looked for some numbing ointment from the cabinet and when he found it he placed it on the sink. "Here, wash, goddammit, use the ointment and get the hell out of here!"

"I hate you," Joni hissed, holding the towel, Misha was treating him like some... cheap prostitute! He felt tears rising in his eyes. "You're not a saint, so don't..." His voice quivered. "You fuck them and tell them to get out of your face! Oh the saint Misha, you shame your name! I have no wish to see you ever again!"

"Good! The feeling is mutual!" Misha almost roared and left his small bathroom, slamming the door and then putting on yesterday's boxers. Still feeling boiling angry, he quickly looked for clean clothes and grabbed a pair of cotton pants, boxers, and a sweatshirt, and left his room, going to the bathroom which Ivo normally used.

Misha hoped that his brother was still asleep and didn't know that... fuck, he did know... Misha now remembered him walking in on them... he groaned ashamedly, fuck, fuck, fuck! Ivo would torture him!

Joni stood under the warm shower, shivering still. The constant stinging in his eyes refused to go away even though he tried to wash them. He tried to calm himself by breathing, but it was of little help. What was done, was done, -he thought. His virginity was gone and... the bastard hadn't even used a condom! 

This was not how he had imagined his first time to go.

Joni gritted his teeth as he touched his sore bum, then took plenty of soap to carefully wash any trace that might be left of Misha, but it stung like hell once it reached the sensitive area. And bitterly he thought about going to the doctor, to check if he now had any diseases... He didn't know how many sex partners Misha had had after all and perhaps the man was stupid enough never to use a condom with them either.

He scrubbed himself harshly, remembering more of what had taken place the night before... he remembered what he had said and how he had moaned, and the worst of all... he had begged for more!? And now Misha... Joni swallowed hard, before reaching to close the tab with a trembling hand.

He got out of the shower, still cursing the pain he felt, the torturous reminder of what exactly had happened. The magic of the night had been washed away leaving only bitter memories of how differently Misha had looked at him then. How differently Misha had spoken to him...

And the ointment... it didn't even help. He felt sore and it caused him to walk awkwardly, and...the magic was truly gone leaving confused anger behind. Anger at Misha. 

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Misha got into Ivo's bathroom, which was the only one outside the bedroom. It was also the biggest one, with a comfortable bathtub and shower. Misha got under the shower, quickly washing with lukewarm water which took away the symptoms of a hangover and left him refreshed though not in a better mood.

What had he been thinking last night? That Joni was beautiful? Which fucking way? Oh yes, maybe THAT way! Damn stupid, pretty, sexy brat! It was all his fault. He had been flirting; he had... it was what he had been begging for! And now, he was almost crying rape! - That idiot!

Joni had been willing. He hadn't stopped him; he hadn't said no. Still, the uneasy feeling he had couldn't be washed away with water.

Misha growled as he left the shower, wanting to rid of the haunting memories of the previous night. Damn alcohol, he thought, he shouldn't have drunk so much! He shouldn't have...

Getting dressed Misha left the bathroom and went to get some aspirin for his poor head in the kitchen. He was avoiding going back to his room. He would rather not face the brunet and his moodiness. He gritted his teeth, breathing tensely, the uneasiness refused to leave his abdomen and he didn't want to deal with what or who was causing it.

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Joni went back to Misha's room and got dressed, taking a quick look in the mirror when... Oh HELL, he quickly brought his hand on his neck; a love bite, freaking love bite, and not a small one either, and there were two! And then his eyes widened. There was one, a very small one, barely visible, but yet, there it was, on his jawline! He was screwed, literally. His father would take one look at him, and if his awkward walking wouldn't give him away then... He, really, hated Misha right then.

He left the room, slowly making his way down the stairs, wanting to give Misha another piece of his mind, and ... on second thought he wasn't sure if he wanted to see him. When he got downstairs, ready to leave, the front door opened and Dima stepped in, he smiled with surprise when seeing him and Joni felt thankful that he had gotten his scarf around his neck.

"Joni, I wasn't expecting to see you," Dima looked at him with curiosity.

"I- fell asleep in your room, it was so late and... I'm sorry." Joni blurted out.

The kitchen reminded Misha of a battlefield. He swore he would kill Ivo for doing this to him, first inviting the brat, then not stopping him when he KNEW... he knew that sleeping with that brat would cause a hell of trouble. Misha was more than sure that Joni would tell on him and if he didn't end up in prison for taking his so-called virginity, for "raping" him....–and then for leaving all this mess for him to clean up! And Ivo was still sleeping! Misha rushed out of the kitchen, going straight towards Ivo's room. No, he wasn't going to blissfully sleep!

"Ivo!" He roared as soon as he was out of the kitchen, "I'm gonna kill you, you son of a ..." He cut it because I saw Dima and ... him.

Joni and Dima looked toward Misha who was screaming almost loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood. And moments later, sleepy-looking Ivo crawled out of his room.

"Where's the fire?" He yawned.

Joni looked away. This was awkward as ass. And when Ivo saw him, he grinned and it made Joni realize that the person who had stepped into the room while he and Misha were... shit, he felt his skin getting hot.

"I-I have to go... my dad..." He muttered to Dima, shaking his head to make the dizziness disappear. He checked his phone and saw that his father had tried calling him several times, even leaving messages on his answer. "Again, sorry Dima, for...using your room... Bye!" And Joni made his escape.

Misha blinked in surprise. Using Dima's room? He hadn't thought that the brat would have the decency to pretend in front of his younger brother that they hadn't spent the night together. So he would return the favor and not shout Ivo right at that moment, but it didn't mean that he wouldn't get what he earned.

"You," Misha pointed his finger at his older brother, "and your parties! And your friends! And your fucking brilliant ideas! It's ALL your fault and I AM NOT going to clean the mess in the kitchen!"

"What's up with him?" Dima asked Ivo after Misha had stormed away.

"Who knows what's up with him the most times, late puberty?" Ivo grinned, "don't worry, kiddo," he said then and ruffled Dima's hair. "I'll go and see what's biting him on his ass." He nodded and walked upstairs after his brother, leaving the still confused teen behind.

He knocked on the door softly, feeling slightly amused for some strange reason.

"I'm not here you bastard!" Misha shouted, trying to change the bed sheets on his bed. Those awful cum stains seemed to be laughing at him!

Ivo opened the door anyway. It wasn't the first time Misha was pissed off at him and it wouldn't be the last. He could handle both his brothers. After all, he was older and he was bigger. He looked at Misha, who was pulling at the sheets.

"Come on, you had fun, admit it!" Ivo spoke, leaning against the now-closed door, his arms crossed over his chest.

Misha threw a venomous look at him.

"Fun?!" He spat angrily, "What fun? I had sex with him, that's all I had, drunken sex on both sides. Hello??" He breathed hard and focused back on the task at hand. "And NOW ... You know, just fuck off, Ivo, and stop meddling! I was much happier before I took his goddamn cherry. He could have it! I didn't want it this much! And I certainly didn't take advantage of him!"

"Just calm down," Ivo said with as calm a voice as he could manage. "I know you didn't take advantage of him," he said, "but wait... a virgin?"

"Apparently not anymore," Misha muttered, throwing the dirtied bedsheets on the floor in a bundle. Then he turned around to his brother. "Just why the hell didn't you stop me? You knew we hate each other, you knew it would bring nothing good ..." Misha suddenly felt listless, as hilarious as it sounded he wanted to just go to sleep and forget that he had slept with his little brother's school friend.

"Damn, a virgin? I wouldn't have guessed," Ivo mused to himself and then finally looked back at Misha. "Hate, passion, hm... sometimes the two are so close that it's hard to tell the difference."

"Do you really hate him? And I'd say it brought something good," Ivo grinned and after a moment of silence he added, "orgasm is always good." He just couldn't help himself.

"Always good?" Misha almost laughed bitterly. "Do you see me relaxed and smiling happily? No! And why? Because I had an orgasm with him!"

Ivo shook his head. Misha could be thick at times.

"Fine, you're not interested, you're miserable and... just OK." He turned and opened the door, but before he left, he glanced at Misha one last time. "Hm... so this means that he's a free game, doesn't it? Hm...good to know," he nodded. "I have to clean now." And with that Ivo left the room.

Misha stared after him, blinking, then he walked to the door and locked it, wanting to be left alone. Well, if Ivo was crazy enough to... well... good luck to him!... But he wouldn't, not really? Ivo wasn't really interested in the brat, right? It would be... ridiculous! Ivo was... too OLD for the brat! It was just some... weird mind game. Misha decided.

He sat on his bed, feeling exhausted, and finally, he lay down, staring at the ceiling. When he closed his eyes, it was his face he kept seeing, those warm-brown eyes looking up at him when... He groaned, no, he did not want to remember!

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Joni took a taxi home. There was no way he could walk the 5 km feeling the way he did, and even sitting normally proved to be rather painful. He felt overall confused, regretful, angry, and... sad.

Getting home, he hurriedly paid the driver and got out.

He saw his five-year-old twin brothers out in the yard, building a snowman. Joni sighed.

"Joni! Joni!" They came towards him, screaming. "Where were you? Dad almost called the cops." Sauli, the younger of the twins nodded his head.

"Did he?" Joni muttered darkly, making his way toward the house.

"Why are you walking so funny?" Julius asked in return. "Are you hurt?"

"No!" He replied immediately, finally reaching the front door.

Sure enough, as soon as he was in, his father came into the hall, holding a cell phone in his hand.

"Where were you?!"

"Out," Joni replied while starting to undress his outdoor clothes. "I told you, I was going to a party, and... I stayed at Dima's."

"I told you to come home, I was worried, the least you could do is answer your phone when I call."

"I didn't hear it ringing, what's the big deal? I'm fucking old enough to spend the nights away from home!" Joni shouted, going towards the stairs. He could hear his father following him and soon enough he took a hold of his arm to stop him.

"What happened to your neck?" He asked, looking at the marks. Joni breathed tensely. He had almost forgotten about them.

"A fucking vampire bit me!" He snapped then, trying to pull his arm free. "Let go!"

"One last time Joni; where were you? And who were you with?" Joni glared at him, then noticing movement from the left he turned his face and saw his stepmother.

"It's not your business." He finally answered, again trying to leave, but his father still didn't let go.

"Did you have sex with someone? Who was he, Joni??"

"It's not your fucking business, Dad!"

"Yes, it is when you are still a minor!"

"Get a fucking clue. I am seventeen! It is not illegal!"

"Did you even know him? Do you realize how dangerous that is?! Sleeping with strangers and-"

"Asko," it was Katja's voice, "calm down," she continued. Joni glanced at her, using the opportunity to pull his arm free and flee, as quickly as possible, to his room.

"You come back here, young man!"

Joni slammed the door shut after him and threw himself on his bed, hoping he'd had a lock on his door to keep them away. He was sure he'd follow him and shout at him some more, which he didn't need because he felt shitty enough as it was. But time passed, and he didn't...

*****

Katja approached her husband,

"Don't," she spoke when he was about to follow his son. "Let him calm down."

"But-!"

"If you go there now, shouting, you'll only make it worse."

"He's too young to have sex," Asko spoke with an upset tone, and Katja smiled with sympathy.

"If I remember correctly, our talk that one time, you weren't that much older when..." She reminded him with a soft tone and saw him gritting his teeth.

"I was in a relationship then," he said after a moment of silence and sighed heavily, before letting go of the railing of the stairs and shifting his worried gaze to her.

Katja smiled gently and took his hand, "Come let's make you some tea, you should calm down."

"It's just that... he doesn't even have a boyfriend, or if he has, then why am I not aware of it? Why wouldn't he have told me?"

"Because he's seventeen," Katja answered. "Because you are so overprotective because he wants his own life and thinks that to do that, he has to stop being your little son who tells his daddy everything." She took a pause, handing a cup of tea between his hands. The man was silent, taking a sip of his tea. Katja sighed.

"My point is, Joni is seventeen. He's not a child anymore. Childish yes, but he was bound to take this step, and he could have taken it a lot earlier if, in fact, he hasn't. We don't really know. But... he seemed upset and all that your shouting does is to make him feel even worse. Let me talk to him."

Asko looked at her and finally, a little stiffly, he nodded his head.

"Alright," he agreed.

*****

Joni wasn't sure how long he had laid on his bed when there was a knock on his door.

"Go away!" He shouted but was ignored. The door opened and he was surprised to see his stepmother.

"I brought you some tea," she explained, walking closer after closing the door. Joni didn't reply. "Have you eaten?"

"I'm not hungry," he muttered. Katja placed the tea on the table next to Joni, took a chair, and sat down.

"Was he your first?" She asked after a while, keeping her voice gentle. Joni didn't even look at her.

"I was fifteen when I lost my virginity. The boy I slept with was twenty, and I... I believed myself to be in love with him." She gave a slight smile. "He was well with words, made me believe

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