A/N And things are about to get complicated

You don't want to understand me.

Carmen kept replaying Osmond's line from dinner the night before over and over in his head as he laid across his new bed.

They had flown into Ohio that morning from Tennessee, and even as he held Osmond's hand on the plane it was hard not for him to pry more as he had the night before.

You don't want to understand me.

"But I do," Carmen mumbled to himself, wishing he had said it to the black haired boy. "I do".

His ringing phone interrupted him then and he felt rather foolish for talking to himself, especially when he could just walk to Osmond's room one door down and speak with him.

He would have to go there eventually. After all, the did have a performance tomorrow. And that meant they had to relieve stress at some point this night.

"Hello Keith," Carmen sighed into the phone, not even checking the caller identification before answering. He was trying to make his voice sound as normal as possible since he had just been wondering when he would cross the hall and ask the boy there to fuck him senseless.

"Hey little man. How are you liking Ohio?" His brother asked, sounding a bit distracted as he spoke.

"I like it a lot. I think I might go here for college," Carmen teased and Keith snorted.

"Please don't ever say that to mom. I fear she may actually die," Keith claimed and Carmen hummed in agreement. "But how are you really liking it?"

"I don't know yet. We got in a couple of hours ago and came right to the hotel so Osmond could practice piano. I've barely seen the place," Carmen explained.

"Well you should be getting out at seeing these places, Carm! When else will you have an opportunity like this?"

"The next time mom decides to send me cross country by myself," Carmen said simply and Keith was quiet for a moment.

"By yourself?" Carmen furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Isn't Osmond there with you?"

"Well of course he is," Carmen said quickly.

"And how's he treating you? Do you feel alone?" Keith asked, sounding almost angry. Carmen regretted his previous words and sighed, wondering if Keith would now begin to text Osmond once more instructions on how to take care of him.

"I don't feel alone. Quite the contrary. We're together all the time". Even some nights, he wanted to add, but didn't for obvious reasons. "When I meant by myself, I didn't mean by myself. I just meant..." he didn't know what he meant. "I'm not by myself. Oz takes me out to dinner and makes sure I eat, and he makes sure I get my fill of chocolate. I've never met anyone who is able to calm me down like he does". I've also never allowed anyone to fuck me before either, so-

"Oz?" Keith asked, and then scoffed. "I'm a bit jealous. You're not allowed to get closer with him than you are with me, okay?"

Carmen couldn't help but laugh at this. The idea of him getting closer to anyone than he was with his brother was hard to imagine, especially since the someone they were talking about now still wasn't opening up to Carmen.

"You don't need to worry about that Keith," he said, just as his phone beeped in his ear. Alarmed, he pulled it away from his face and checked the screen. "Hey, I'm getting another call. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

Keith began to grumble nonsense for a second before saying, "you better," and hanging up on him. Rolling his eyes, Carmen answered the call of the unknown number.

"Hello?" He asked nervously in a small voice.

On the other end of the phone, someone's breath caught in their throat and a voice in the background said, "did he pick up?"

"Um, hello?" Carmen repeated and this time there was a response.

From a beautiful voice.

A voice that Carmen would recognize anywhere.

And this time it was his voice that got caught.

"Hi, Carmen? It's you, right?" Jordan Sullivan asked and then immediately said, "of course it's you. I could tell it was you the second you answered. I had to call your house to get your cell phone number, if that's okay".

Carmen sat up in bed, his hand fidgeting with a loose strand on the bed spread. "It's okay," he said softly, his lips curving up. "May I ask why you're calling me though? It's not a bad thing, thrust me, it's just a bit unexpected".

"But you're not busy or anything now, right?" Jordan asked, sounding a bit nervous, which gave Carmen more confidence that he originally had.

"I'm not," Carmen agreed. "You still haven't answered my question though".

Jordan laughed charmingly. "Damn Huego. Always cutting to the point," Jordan teased and Carmen breathed out a nervous laugh, his heart jumping at the others playful tone. "Well, the reason I call was to see- oh, one second".

"Oka-"

Jordan began talking on the other end of the phone to someone in the background. "See ya' later babe," he was saying and Carmen's heart immediately sank. "Sorry," Jordan began again, "Carter was just leaving".

Carter. That name was just about as familiar to Carmen as Jordan Sullivan was. Of course it would be, since the two boys were practically attached at the hip. They had been best friends since preschool, and of course it made sense that they would be together. It just stung, seeing as Carmen had spent the past three years being unconditionally in love with Jordan.

"Oh," Carmen said, clearing his throat. "I didn't realize that you two were together".

"Oh yeah!" Jordan said happily, "he comes over all of the time". It was silent for a moment and then Jordan seemed to realize what Carmen was actually implying. "Oh! You mean like together together. No. We're not together." Jordan laughed then, "he's still straight as ever. Where you you get that idea?"

"You called him babe," Carmen said, a bit embarrassed with his mistake. He was happy the other couldn't see his flushed face at the moment.

"Just a joke". Jordan laughed once more. "That's really funny you thought that, especially since I was actually calling you to ask you out". Carmen's heart began to pound in his chest.

"You what?"

The next laugh that Jordan released could only be described as nervous. It was a sound that did something to Carmen's heart. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me. When you get back, of course," Jordan clarified and Carmen couldn't help it. He laughed softly and Jordan joined in after a long moment. "Hey. I'm trying here!"

"I can tell," Carmen complemented, and then they laughed together some more.

"So?" Jordan asked and Carmen didn't even try to fight his grin.

He didn't really have time to go out with Jordan, and it would be difficult to manage, but for Jordan Sullivan, his dream boy, he would manage.

He also wouldn't be telling his mother anytime soon.

"Of course I'll go out with you, Jordan". You have no idea how long I've wanted this.

The younger of the two (which was actually Jordan) breathed a loud sigh of relief. "Alright then," he said. "I can't wait".

They talked for the next twenty minutes, their topics not becoming much more than small talk but both of them still enjoyed themselves.

Carmen only was reminded of reality when Jordan asked, "how's that piano player of yours treating you?" And then all Carmen could think about was Osmond.

For some reason, he felt guilty. It wasn't like him and Osmond were dating, so he shouldn't feel bad for going on a date with Jordan. And Jordan hadn't asked him to be his boyfriend or anything. They were just going to go out on a date, so continuing to sleep with Osmond wouldn't be cheating at all.

Still, he felt a bit guilty as he found an excuse to hang up on Jordan, wishing the boy goodnight much earlier than he originally planned.

He threw his phone down into the mattress, sighing in defeat and wondering what he would do about his situation. It would most likely blow up in his face if he chose to do nothing about it, but could have the same result if he chose to talk to either of the involved men.

After spending what must have been an hour thinking, he came to the conclusion that he would get up off the bed and go tell Osmond immediately. They had become friends at this point, and Carmen had faith that he would be of some assistance in his decision making. It was only fair that he told Osmond before they slept together again.

All of this flew out of the window when Osmond opened the door wearing nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms and looking so sexily sleepy that Carmen couldn't help but to jump him right then and there.

***

When Carmen woke up, he noticed two things. The first was that he was completely alone in bed.

The second was that his ass hurt like a bitch.

Groaning, he sat up, looking around the room. In one of the corners, sitting on top of a chair, was Osmond's open suitcase, and from where he say he could see that the boy had packed mostly all button down shirts.

Carmen thought he looked very good in them, so he didn't mind.

The entire previous night came back to him he felt many different things at once.

Guilt, because he had yet to tell Osmond about Jordan.

Arousal, because just remembering what if felt like to have Osmond above him, pounding into his smaller body drove Carmen crazy with need.

Hope. He didn't quite understand this one. He didn't know what he was hoping for exactly, but he knew it was caused by Osmond. The night before had been different from all their other times. They seemed to have connected on more levels than just physical, and it gave Carmen hope for something.

And even more guilt, since after Osmond had fallen asleep the night before, Carmen had decided that not telling him about Jordan couldn't hurt anyone.

***

Carmen found Osmond in the breakfast hall, playing the piano and wearing a navy button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked very good, and Carmen couldn't help but to stare.

There it was again. That feeling of hope that suddenly hit him and he shook his head, ignoring it.

Carmen had been so focused on Osmond that he didn't even realize all the other people in the room, listening to the music the eighteen year old played, some even shouting out requests. These requests were typically given by a table of old women sitting closest to the piano, and Osmond seemed to find them amusing.

His face was completely lit up like Carmen had never seen it before. Even around Adrian Osmond hadn't looked that happy. His eyes were sparkling grey and his lips were pulled back in a full smile that showed all of his teeth.

He was absolutely perfect, Carmen decided.

Approaching the piano, Carmen heard one older lady call out the name of a song from the fifties. Laughing, Osmond played it immediately and all the women clap for him. This was a side of Osmond Carmen had yet to see. A softer more playful version that Carmen wanted to meet and maybe even kiss.

"Hey," he greeted, leaning against the piano and Osmond looked up at him, still smiling so wide his face must hurt.

"Good morning," the black haired boy greeted, his fingers still moving on the piano keys. "You're up earlier than I thought you'd be".

"Hmm," Carmen hummed, tapping his fingers against the wooden piano top. "Have you eaten yet? I was hoping that you'd sit with me".

Osmond's eyebrows raised at this and then his smile got even brighter. "Are you asking me to get food with you? This is a first".

Carmen blinked, a bit alarmed by Osmond's cheerful tone but smiled in response to it. "I believe I am".

With quick hands, Osmond carefully shut the top to the piano over the keys and turned to straddle the bench, facing the table of older women. "I apologize ladies, it appears I am wanted elsewhere," he said before rising from the bench and grinning at Carmen. "I think your brother would be proud of me".

"Has he stopped texting you?" Carmen asked quickly and Osmond shrugged, casually sliding a hand to the small of his back and urging him to walk ahead. His heart beat fast as even after he did what was expected of him, Osmond's hand stayed, the fingers pressing there. Alarmed, he looked back and up at Osmond, who smiled down at him in response. "Why are you so happy today?"

If anyone should be happy, it was Carmen. The night before he had just been asked out by his dream boy, and then got to have sex with a gorgeous man who was now going to eat breakfast with him.

"I'm not really sure," Osmond admitted, "but I think you're to blame".

Blushing, Carmen grabbed a play from the top of the stack at the buffet as his heart beat rapidly. He couldn't help but compare it to the feelings he had when he spoke to Jorda-

No. You've loved Jordan for a lot longer than you've even know Osmond. Your feelings are for him.

But even as he thought them, he couldn't be completely convinced as Osmond stepped closer to him, carefully sliding his hand to his hip and gripping it so he could whisper something in his ear .

"You look very nice today".

This couldn't be good.

A/N Ohhhhhhh Carmen.