Quinn stayed in the bathroom longer than he liked to. Crash flustered him so easily. Cursing himself as he looked in the mirror, annoyed that Crash was always so smug with him. He hated that type. The type that knew they could get what they wanted when they wanted. It didn't help in his favor that Crash was also good-looking with his dirty blonde hair and blue eyes with the perfect smirk of a smile. Quinn just angered himself even more as he thought about it.

Why did Crash care if he left? His life was no better here than it was back home. Well, that was a lie. Here Quinn at least had a decent roof over his head. He wasn't sleeping on the street or hopping from couch to couch with friends.

Quinn splashed his face with cool water before he walked out. Brandon quickly motioned for him to take a seat and join them. Crash gave him a nod to sit as well.

"Have a slice. There's plenty." Brandon mumbled with a mouth full. "The game is just about to start."

"Pass." Stated Quinn, "I'm meeting someone."

Crash looked back at Quinn as he walked to the door, feeling his mouth grow tight. Part of him wanted to ask who, even though it was none of his business. Brandon shrugged his shoulders.

"Did you hear him before?" Asked Crash, looking at Brandon. Who had his eyes glued to the TV because the puck had just dropped.

"He's going back to where he came from, so what?"

Crash rubbed his chin, "You know he has nothing to go back to."

"And what does that have to do with me?"

"You're his fucking family, Brandon."

"Why do you care so much?" Brandon shifted on the sofa to look at Crash, "You keep pushing like you know something I don't."

Crash leaned up, tossing his half-eaten slice of pizza back in the box, "I know what it's like to have nobody. So yeah, maybe I'm being pushy. He came here for help, and you keep pushing him out."

"I'm not pushing him out. I'm just not letting him in." Brandon spoke, raising his voice, "Last time I checked, that was called being fucking smart. Just because my father slept with his mother doesn't make us family."

"The same blood that runs through you runs in him." Crash stood up, "What happened to the big brother who brought him to the rally and was telling me to back off the entire weekend? The one that said he was going through some shit and needed help. Huh?"

Crash didn't understand why he was getting so heated at the moment. Crash felt his wolf pushing to show itself. Normally, he was a pretty level-headed guy. Even more so about some kid, he hardly knew.

"Oh!" Smirked Brandon as he stood up, walking over to Crash. "Wow." He shook his head, "You fucking like him."  

"Fuck no." Barked Crash quickly, "I can just see myself in him." He stated. He knew what it was like to grow up with no family. Or at least what it was like to have a family that didn't amount to shit, a family that he would have been better off not knowing at all.

"Oh! I bet you do." Brandon laughed. "Mr. Big Shot ladies man has his eyes on my little brother." Brandon smiled even more.

Same-sex relationships weren't something that was frowned upon in their community. It was more common now than it used to be since their numbers have been impacted, but it also wasn't something one would go screaming from the rooftops about. Brandon gave Crash a bit of a look because it wasn't something he would have expected from him. Not with all his escapades with the women he had in and out of his life.

"Don't give me that look." Spoke Crash with a firmness in his voice.

"If you didn't, why are you pushing me so hard to let him in?"

"I'm pushing because you're all he's got."

"Nah." Brandon didn't believe him, "You've had it out for him since the moment you saw him. You most definitely like him."

"Fuck this." Crash put his hands up, "I'm out."

Brandon couldn't hold back his laughter. "Admit it, and then maybe I'll think about it."

"Fuck you." Barked Crash as he slammed the door behind him.  

He made it halfway to the elevator before he heard Brandon calling for him to stop.

"What?"

"I'll feel him out more. Okay? Is that good enough for you?"

"Whatever." Replied Crash, smashing the down button on the elevator.

He didn't like being accused of shit that wasn't true. He didn't like Quinn. Sure, maybe, toying with him was fun on his part, and he did smell good, but that didn't mean shit. He's crossed paths with plenty that have smelt good to him before. However, Cash was not ready to admit that Quinn excited his wolf more than anyone else had in the past. Quinn caught Crash's wolf before he caught him at the rally. That was the main reason behind him showing his true self in the woods. It was also why he smelt him that night. Not to mention why he didn't want to back off from that kiss they shared, smirking as the door binged open.

"I forgot something." Panicked Quinn, shocked to see Crash standing there.

Crash cut his eyes at him, growling under his breath as he stepped on, not saying a word to him.