After they cuddle for awhile, Trystan wraps his arms around Travis, squeezes him back, and says, "Thanks, bro, I needed that." Then he turns around and lays down on the mattress. Travis, feeling sentimental and uncharacteristically romantic, lays down on his side, with his arm across his brother's abs. "I love you, bro," Travis whispers, barely audible above the cacophony of the storm. "I love you, bro." "Aw, man, I love you, too." "No ... no, bro, no. I mean ... I LOVE you." Travis brushed his fingers softly against his brother's cheek. Trystan looked up at Travis. Then he blinked, then his eyes opened wide. His jaw fell slack. Travis was certain that Trystan was about to bolt from the mattress, and maybe even the barn. "Oh, shit," Trystan said. His eyes darted back and forth, then he looked up at his handsome brother's quizzical, handsome face. Travis closed his eyes, and tried to muster up the courage to apologize. Imagine his confusion when he felt a quick kiss. He opened his eyes and looked down to see Trystan's blue eyes gazing at him. A tear rolled down his cheek. "What, bro? What is it?" "I thought I was the only one who ... who felt that way." Travis leaned into Trystan, running his hand over his brother's pectoral. Trystan slipped his right hand under his brother's torso and wrapped his arm around his back, pulling him closer, as they began kissing passionately. After this weekend, things were NEVER gonna be the same.