Mitchell Brothercest

Zach wakes up, panting and bathing in sweat. Sitting up shakily, he turns to look at the clock on his nightstand. Three A.M. "Great" he groans. What was that, though? Oh no, please no. "Gray, I'm coming!".
A few seconds later, he's knocking at the door to his little brother's room. He gets no response. The only sound his ears are able to pick is a faint whimpering of sorts.
When he's through the door to Gray's bedroom, said boy is laying in his bed, his small body shaking with barely suppressed sobs.
"Gray? Hey, buddy!" gentle hands are stroking unruly, but soft, oh so soft curls, before moving in a soothing manner down a shaking (but, at his touch, calming somewhat) back.
Finally, he is rewarded with a face glittering with unshead and newly shead tears.
The moonlight spreading through the curtains and over those pure, innocent features, making his little brother looking even more pale than usual. Fucking gorgeous. Wait, what?!
"Zach."
"Yeah?"
Gray turns so that he is lying on his back, making it easier for him to face his big brother properly. Even though his eyes are all wet and blurry from the tears, he can't help but notice how Zach is sort of glowing. Probably the moonlight playing tricks on him. Although, those eyes are sparkling. He's seen it before so, can't be the moonlight. His brother's mouth looks so very soft... he wonders how they would feel like against...
"Earth to Gray, hello! Are you still in there?"
A hand is waving in front of his face. "Sorry, what?" Shaking his head, Gray shifts his focus back to reality.
"You spaced out!"
"Oh. Sorry."
"Don't bother. Wanna talk 'bout it?"
"About what?" Gray's heart is speeding up, eyes widening.
"Your nightmare of course! And your supposed to be the genius, here!" There is that familiar smirk. A sigh of relief escapes Gray's lips. For a moment, there, he'd thought... but, no, that's impossible.
"Oh." He'd completely forgotten.
"Well?"
Gray considered his options.  He could tell Zach about his nightmare and act as if he'd not just been admiring his older brother in a not so brotherly way. But, this was the perfect opportunity. Perhaps the only one...
Ok, deep breaths. That's right. Here we go: "Please don't hate me!"
Confusion appears in those bottomless, brown eyes. "But, Gray, I could never hate-"
Gray goes for it. He dives in and captures his big brother's lips (they ARE soft! Even softer than he'd imagined!) with his own.
Zach tenses, all over. It's not until he feels his baby brother pulling away, that he snaps out of it. Boy, is he slow, sometimes! Mentally kicking himself, Zach's body reciprocates on it's own accord.
When their lungs finally are screaming for air, they most reluctantly pull away, breathing heavily, hearts beating like two tilt hammers.
"So, you don't hate me? Not even after this?"
"You think I would have kissed you back, otherwise, silly?"
Laughter is bubbling up in Gray. "No." And they're not smiling like two idiots. Not at all.