For the past couple of months, Olly and I have been dating exclusively and it has been going really well. Not that either of us were going on dates with anyone else, except for when I was working but we both agreed they didn’t count.

Most nights when he hasn’t had some deadline or another for his course, we end up back at my place. It isn’t even always for sex, some nights we just love spending the evening curled up on the sofa, Olly in my arms, watching nature documentaries before falling asleep.

There are some evenings, after a long week of studying, that he’s fallen asleep almost the second he’s arrived. The first time I saw him laid out on my sofa, his messy curls squished up against its arm, he looked so adorable. I draped a blanket over him and just watched as he snored into the cushions beneath him. Maybe it was a little creepy, but I just love everything about him.

Since giving up being an escort, I’ve not yet found a steady job, but I have managed to pick up some freelance work. Some of my former colleagues at the agency needed someone to help with their accounts and it seems they find it a lot easier discussing how they earn their income, when it’s with someone that’s done it all before. I’m not sure if I’ve found my calling, but at least it was work and I was finally putting my degree to good use.

The income from being the accountant to a few prostitutes wasn’t going to be enough though. Combined with the not insignificant savings I’d been able to build up over the years, I’m managing to pay the bills, but I know that unless I can get a full time job soon, something will have to change. I’ve not told Olly yet, but I’ve already started looking for somewhere else to live. Although I own the flat, the maintenance fees each year will just keep rising, and moving to somewhere cheaper will free up some cash while I’m job hunting.

The biggest problem is that living in London is super-expensive. So far, it looks like unless I want to live in a rabbit hutch, I’ll need to move out of the city to afford anything decent. It would be nice to move closer to my Mum, back to Rochester, but I’m scared of what that would mean for me and Olly now that we are finally together.

Would he be ok with the distance? Would he follow me after he finishes uni? Maybe we’d be in a position where he’d want to move in with me by then? I have so many questions running through my head, but the thought of asking any of them yet, after everything we’ve gone through to get here, terrifies me. The biggest being, how would I survive if he leaves me, if the distance proved too much.

I couldn’t think of all that now though, Olly and I are sitting in a little coffee shop down the street from my flat, waiting for our brothers to arrive. With thoughts of Rochester running through my mind, I’d suggested to Olly that it was about time we met the family , as it were. We both agreed it would be best to start off easy, bringing our brothers together. The fact that it gave me a perfect opportunity to meddle in my little brother’s love life was just a bonus.

As we sit with our iced lattes in a corner facing the window, just enjoying being in each other’s company as always, a familiar boy with a mess of curls and ocean blue eyes walks in the door. I recognise him from our previous appointment, but seeing him now in the same room as my Olly, I really could see just how similar they were.

Olly waves Charlie over in our direction and after a brief and awkward hug, Olly gestures in my direction and says, “Charlie I’d like you to meet my boyfriend.”

Before Olly has a chance to say my name Charlie interrupts, “David? You’re dating, David?!”

“Wait, what? Do you two know each other?” Olly asks, clearly confused. Charlie looks nervous, he doesn’t know how much his brother knows and it’s clear he’s concerned that he’s put his foot in it.

To save him from trying to come up with a plausible lie, I decide that it’s best to be honest, “Charlie was one of my clients,” I say, bracing myself for a reaction from both brothers.

It seems neither of the brothers know where to look following my revelation, so spotting the perfect opportunity to break the tension, I announce, “and here’s another of my clients now.”

Charlie and Oliver both turn to face the door and see who’s just walked in.

“Nick,” Charlie gasps out, clearly still as spellbound by my younger brother as I suspected. “Wait, what do you mean client?” he adds.

“I thought we were meeting your brother,” Olly chips in.

As he gets closer, a look of confusion across his face, Nick speaks for the first time, “Charlie? Why are you all looking at me like I’ve grown a second head?” I can’t help the laugh that erupts from me.

Ignoring the questions from all three of them, I make some introductions, “Olly, I’d like you to meet my brother, Nick. Nick, this is my boyfriend Oliver, and I believe you already know his brother,” I say with a cheeky wink, causing his cheeks to flush a deep shade of red.

I get us all drinks and we settle around our little table in the corner, making sure that Nick and Charlie are sitting close to each other. Olly is the first to speak up, prodding my chest with his finger, “What do you mean they were both your clients?”

I start to smile but seeing the serious look on his face, I think better of it and start to explain, “Nick was actually one of my first after I moved to London. He’s always had a thing for curly dark hair,” I say with a cheeky wink in Charlie’s direction, “So it was a shock in more ones than one when I turned up in my pirate costume, sporting a wig of long, dark, curly hair, after he’d found my profile with the agency.”

“I can not believe you just told them that,” Nick said, looking almost crimson now.

“ Please say you didn’t do anything?” Olly asks, clearly disturbed by the thought.

“No, no, we just laughed about it and I headed home,” I reassured him.

“And he still charged me,” Nick whined, causing everyone to laugh, myself included.

“Ok, and what about Charlie?” Olly tentatively asks, I look down at the table. More embarrassed now, I knew I had to be completely honest with him. I just hoped that honesty wouldn’t scare him away, or ruin his relationship with his brother.

I look back up into his deep brown eyes, and take a deep breath before speaking, “I didn’t know at the start, I need you to know that.” I hoped he could see the sincerity in my eyes. Looking at Nick now too I added, “Neither of us knew who the other was related to.”

“Charlie was just another client, and I’m not going to lie, some… stuff did happen,” Olly’s face falls and I know I have to continue, but Charlie cuts me off.

“He called out your name, Olly.”

“What?” Olly asks.

“I was rimming him, and he moaned out your name. It was so weird,” Charlie adds.

“And…and then what happened?” Olly sounds so hesitant to ask.

“We stopped, I was worried we’d both booked the same guy and then David, he…” Charlie paused.

“I confessed my love for you, Olly. Before I’d even admitted it to myself,” I finished for him.

“And it was just that one time?” Oliver asks, looking hopeful.

“Yes, and it was just business, nothing more. I swear.”

Clearly pleased with my reply, Olly pulls me to him and kisses me deeply. I return the kiss until we’re both brought back to the room by our brothers clearing their throats to remind us we’re not alone.

I could leave it there, Olly seemed happy that it wasn’t anything more than my former life, but where would be the fun in that. As I’d already embarrassed my own brother, it was only fair to embarrass his too, right? So I continue, “Who would have thought both our brothers liked guys dressing up for them though,” I teased.

“Wait, what did he have you dress up as? Please tell me it was embarrassing,” Olly giggled, encouraging me to go on.

“It seems Charlie boy over here has a thing for rugby lads,” I nodded in Charlie’s direction before continuing, “I had to wear my old Glasgow rugby kit for him, because apparently a player from school he used to sit next to in form made quite the impression on him.” Charlie looked mortified and had his face in his hands.

Nick laughed before a look of shock crossed his face, “Wait, I used to sit next to you in form,” he said looking at Charlie.

“Yep,” I added unnecessarily, laughing to myself.

“Char?” Nick says in almost a question, with one hand on Charlie’s.

Looking up from his hands, Charlie looks at Nick and whispers, “Hi.”

“Hi,” Nick replies with a smile.