Reunion

I sat in my parked car for a few minutes in the designated area for arrivals at the airport scanning the faces of people waiting. The lights of the airport were bright on my tired eyes. I squinted as I looked for signs of my brother. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long before I saw him exit the double sliding doors. Behind him, he trailed his luggage. The same one I remember him leaving for college with. It was well aged but held up pretty well. He was in shorts, sneakers, and a tee shirt. I popped open the hatch of my car, and waved to get his attention. He caught sight, and headed my way. The nerves in my stomach began to rumble. He walked up to the side of my car and let out a sigh. “Hey man…” His voice sound relieved and exhausted. “Hey!” I scratched the back of my head and approached him and gave him a hug. The ball in my stomach rolling about. He hugged me back. We both let our arms slack, and back away from each other. I took his luggage and loaded it into the back of my car, and motioned him to get in.

I got in a moment later, and started the engine. He took a deep breath and let it out in one long wind. “How was the flight?” I asked. “Long. Thank god it’s over. I’m sore all over and need a shower.” He answered with a low voice. I pulled away from the curb and made my way out of the terminal. Minutes passed and we sat in silence, his scent slowly became apparent. He wasn’t kidding. He did need a shower. His hair was a little messy and the rim of his shirt collar was a little damp with sweat. I turned up the music and took a quick whiff. He never had a bad smell to him but I knew it well. A scent I missed. It had been way too long. The scent was all over his room, his gym bag, dirty clothes in high school. Very much his fingerprint when we were younger. I don’t recall when it was that I began to memorize it. If I can even say that. Is it even correct? An olfactory memory. Another trigger, like that early morning when I saw his bare ass. Once when he got home from football practice, he had me come into his room before he took a shower. I forgot what we talked about, but he was holding his dirty laundry pulled out from his duffle bag. His jersey, some dirty socks, and I think an undershirt. He pulled me over to him and forced my head into the pile in his hands as he laughed. The odor was overwhelming. Though I had smelled it before, other times had been just a lingering fume. This was direct from the source. His clothes were wet in places. I just froze as my senses were taken over. I coughed. After a moment, he gently pushed me aside and made his way to the bathroom. Once he was out of sight, I just stood in his doorway. Dazed. Confused. I was repulsed by the scent, but as I continued to stand there, it slowly saturated me. After that day, the smell wasn’t ever that overwhelming.

I drove onto the expressway. It was perhaps 15ish miles before we got to my place. I had cleaned up a bit, and made room in the 2nd bedroom that I was using as storage and office space when I did work from home. I had laid out the futon with some clean sheets and a blanket. “Fuck.” He whispered, barely audible over the tune of the radio. I sat in silence, waiting for him to speak more if he needed to. After a few minutes, he began to speak. “I can’t believe this is happening. Everything with Karla was going so well, then out of nowhere, she said she needed some space and wanted to take a break. I did my best to be supportive and didn’t push, and went along with it. Then boom…break up. I can’t win.” He sat on the bed next time, then laid down in a huff. After a moment, I got up. “I’ll get us some drinks. Be back in a few.” I left the room, and went into the kitchen and into one of my cabinets to see what I had left for booze. Some half full bottles of rum and vodka. I looked in the fridge. Cola and fruit juice. Maybe a rum and coke would be fine. I poured us a glass and headed back into the spare room. He was still laying down, but began to sit up when I entered. “I made us a quick drink.” I said in a quiet, cheerful tone. He flashed a quick smile, and reached out to take a glass. Downed it in one shot, then set the glass down on the nightstand. “Thanks. That should help my nerves. I’ve been anxious all day. I need a shower.” “Yeah towels are in the cabinet next to the bathroom. Go for it." I answered. I took a drink and left the room.

He got up off the bed and went and grabbed a towel, then went into the bathroom. The light flicked on, and he shut the door, not all the way. I went back into the spare room to retrieve his empty glass. The room smelled of him. I took a small whiff, then a bigger one. It felt good to breathe him in, even at this time of concern. I smiled, and took the glass back to the kitchen. From there, I could hear the shower running. I can’t even tell you how long I stared at the cracked door with this urge growing in my stomach. This small, aching hunger. A call to action. I wanted to peek in. I took a deep breath, and moved toward the bathroom. Soft light poured out in to the dim hallway. My heartbeat began to quicken. I took a small breath, and peeked in. From the door, I could see him in the mirror. He was facing away and he was visible from head to toe through the glass door. Some fog frosted the glass, but not enough to obscure the sight. He had gained some weight, but he was still very much in shape. His back. That familiar shape, down to his furry ass. The furr was matted down but still as dark as ever. The shape of that ass. Fuck. I began to get hard. This felt wrong, yet so hot. His calves. Down to his feet. The sight burned into my retinas. Soap ran down his body like a watery serpent, tracing him. Tasting him with a milky tongue. I began to feel a high as I imagined spreading his cheeks and taking a big whiff, before devouring his hole. I had never gotten to that and never thought about it until this moment. I could imagine those mounds closing in on my face. Deep between them. Just licking and tasting his hole. Meant for this tongue. I began to salivate. My dick aching in my tight boxer briefs. What was coming over me?