Later that Friday, Arthur had collapsed onto his bed, his mind reeling from his brothers' goodnight kisses.

Cade, normally the shy one, had pulled Arthur into a tight embrace and shoved his tongue into his younger brother's mouth. Arthur had been startled, but responded well enough that Cade was smiling widely after nearly a minute of breathless making out.

Patrick, though, had been more bashful. He'd spent a short while sweetly kissing Arthur, but their tongues did end up melded together.

Scott had been, by far, the best. It was awkward to kiss a man twice his age, especially his brother, but Scotty had the most experience- though his hands got up Arthur's shirt, and there were resulting wolf-whistles and such from the other two (jealous) brothers.

Arthur shook his head to clear the images, grinning at the irony- these images hadn't been real last week, and he'd still needed to empty his mind.

~WHA-BAM~

"So," Arthur said as he poured tea into one of the numerous coffee mugs that flooded the kitchen, "If I didn't know about this earlier, I can't seem to think that our parents should either." His groggy brothers stared at him a little guiltily, until Scott reluctantly spoke.

"Well, no," he said. "We hadn't exactly gotten around to-"

Arthur gave him a look, and Scott shrunk back in his chair a bit.

"Well, how do you think they'd react?" Scott protested. "We're their sons! And now that you're a part of this-"

"So you thought that you could just skip telling them? How long has this been going on?"

Scott mumbled something.

"What was that now?"

"Like, three or four months? No biggie!"

"Dammit, you need to tell them. They probably won't take it well, but…you can't very well ignore them. They deserve to know." Arthur pulled out his phone. "I trust we have no plans for today, other than you three trying to get me in bed?"

Without waiting for an answer, he dialed his mother's number.

"Mom? Hey. There's…uh, something we need to talk about, so can we…? Oh, today? That's fine. Yeah, all four of us…see you in a few hours."

Closing his phone, he turned back to his brothers, who were staring at him with dumbstruck expressions.

"What?"

The bewildered looks quickly turned to grins.

"An assertive one, is he?"

"Mmm, I like those."

"He'll be nice in bed, I'll give you that."

~WHA-BAM~

"I'm scared," Arthur said from the backseat.

"Hm?" the other three brothers turned, even Scott at the wheel.

"Well, what mother would accept her four some being in this sort of relationship?"

"You made the call, Artie. It's too late now; we'll be there in another 15 minutes."

Cade, who was sitting next to Arthur, slid over to where his younger brother was as teasingly began nibbling at his neck. Arthur gasped, and Patrick flew from the passenger seat into the back screaming, "THREESOME~!"

"Why does it have to be me driving?" Scott laughed, flipping them off with one hand as he steered with the other. "Fuck you all!"

"That can be arranged," Patrick smirked.

"How 'bout tonight?"

"I'm free."

~WHA-BAM~

"We're here!" Scott called, leaning into the backseat. His brothers jumped off of a dazed Arthur, and Scott stole a kiss for good measure.

"Now, let's get going."

The foursome walked up to the house, and upon their ringing the doorbell, a woman appeared.

"Scotty! Patrick! Cade! Arthur!" she called, smiling. "I didn't think you were ever going to make it!"

Scott snuck an amused glance toward Arthur, who was still a bit mussed up from the two middle brothers, and grinned at the woman.

"Nice to see you too, Mom. Can we come in?"

"Of course!" she smiled, ushering them through the door. They stepped into the decent-sized home where they'd grown up together. Arthur closed his eyes and smiled slightly as the memories rushed back into his head. The old days when they would fight over Legos, who got the newest G. I. Joe, and who got to eat the last cookie in the jar. Good times.

"So, boys," his mother said, jolting Arthur back into the present, "What's going on?"

The brothers exchanged looks, each too stubborn to break the news to their own mother.

"Well," Scott began, "You know very well that I haven't married yet."

"Yeah, he's like, 30," Patrick commented. Scott sent him a betrayed look, and Pat grinned innocently.

"Yes," their mother said, clearly confused.

Cade rolled his eyes, clearly bored with the slow conversation, and spoke up.

"We're gay," he said, throwing his arms around his brothers' shoulders.

Their mother's eye twitched slightly, but other than that there was no physical sign that she was very surprised. Wait…was it that obvious?

"Well then," she said pleasantly after a short (and extremely awkward) pause. "Who're the lucky guys? Assuming that you're each in a relationship, of course."

Scott smiled.

"Well," he said, "I guess we're all lucky."

He turned to his brothers and pressed a sweet kiss to Cade's cheek, a quick kiss to Patrick's temple, and a sloppy kiss to Arthur's lips. All four brothers blushed and turned to their mother.

She sat with a horrified look on her face, her eyes glassy wide as she stared.

"I-I'll be right back," she choked, hurriedly standing and rushing from the room.

"…We'd better get out of here before she comes back with a baseball bat, hm?"

"Agreed."