It actually made sense that Rusty would fall for a lesbian. If he were a woman, Rusty would be the biggest lesbo on this side of the Mississippi. But at least he could understand, even some, how shitty the entire circumstance was, because there was literally nothing to be done about it.
But it still wasn't fair. It wasn't right that Rusty was being so gentle, and understanding, and saying all these nice things that guys just didn't say to their guy friends. He needed to stop. He really needed to stop because deep down, Brad didn't want to hurt his sister. Not this badly, not like this. But Rusty kept getting closer, and he had such kind eyes, it was bait dangling down right within Brad's reach. It wasn't fair that he should have to always be the one holding back, to always be the guy that couldn't have what he wanted.
Swallowing hard, Brad nodded. This was starting to sound like a dream. Here he was, looking exactly like someone Rusty would want. And there Rusty was, looking exactly how he was supposed to. And the two of them were standing so close now. Exhaling sharply, Brad took a step forward to close the space between them, his arms wrapping tight around Rusty's neck, his mouth finding the other's and pressing a hard, desperate kiss to them. Fuck it. He wasn't going to hold back anymore.