The two teenaged brothers were cooling off after an intense game of soccer.

Through their laughter Francisco inquired, "So why don't you join the team, Thomas? Brazil would most definitely win the Cup then." His brother looked at him with a concerned expression with which Francisco returned with the most charming smile. "The team would be lucky to have you."

"You think so Francisco?" Thomas questioned.

"I know so," Francisco rebutted.

"I don't know. I kind of think I want to focus on swimming," the younger boy imparted.

"Hmm," Francisco hummed with a reminiscent smile, "my sport you mean?" He laughed at the memory.

Thomas allowed himself to take part in the nostalgia. "You taught me how to swim the blonde boy adoringly observed.

"I did, didn't I?" They smiled together. "Do you know where mom is with dinner?"

"She said the baja and pico are in the fridge." Francisco furrowed his brows in confusion. "She won't be back unitl late. Her and dad are having a 'date night'." Francisco nodded his head in understanding and laughed at the comical way in which his brother explained their parents' night out together.

The older boy playfully nudged his brother. "They need to get out too you know."

Thomas laughed and nodded while nudging his brother back. Then, as brothers do, they pushed each other back and forth laughing all the while until gradually a push turned into a touch and a touch into a caress.

The mood change was suble, yet detected. Their hearts began to race and slow all at once and the gaze they exchanged was longing in every way.

Thomas traced the outline of his brothers lips with his fingertips when Francisco grabbed the hand on his lips and kissed the palm it belonged to. Thomas touched his brother's face and caressed his cheek as Francisco slowly leaned in so that their lips may meet.

They did.

The kiss was slow, almost hesitant at first then they became one in a way that was beyond the reach of just brotherhood. Francisco held his younger brother by his hips, gripping his sides as if for dear life. Thomas held his brother by the upper arm and intertwined the fingers of his free hand in his brothers hair.

Their hearts were racing as they realized the feel of them together was so right.

The kiss was broken for they couldn't breathe though their embrace was even tighter than before. Thomas rested his head on Francisco's chest as the latter kissed his younger brothers forehead.

Just as they were about to commence their second kiss their mom walked through the door. They quickly broke apart in attempt to refute what their mother had just seen. There was a silence. Thomas' father soon walked in after and questioned the quiet.

"Did I miss something?" The unknowing paternal gave a confused grin.

"Nothing my love," Julieta assured. "Your wallet is on the nightstand darling." Her husband nodded and went to go fetch it. Julieta looked at her boys with an understanding, but more...acceptance.

Francisco was the first to say something. "Mama-"

"Francisco," she interrupted, "no need. I'll always love my boys."

Thomas' father returned with said item and placed his hand on the small of his wifes back. "Julieta," he beckoned.

"Si," she replied. "Te amo mis hijos. Tenemos el noche de muy extrovertido."

"No tener el noche extrovertido mas!"Julieta's husband joked. "Not without your mother and I!" Julieta gave her boys one last glance before her and her husband left.

Once the door closed the brothers almost instantaneously resumed their former embrace. Smiling at each other they knew they would have a fun night indeed.