What He Needs

That evening Stefan expects nothing but another sleepless night. He lies on his bed staring in the roof, thinking about - nothing and everything. Bdsm? Would Lazlo really be into that kind of things? No way, not a chance! Stefan's big brother had always been independent. Doing his thing, ignoring what others said about him. Never would he bend down to anyone else, except for his father. Stefan knew first handed what a respect the two men shared for each other.
Bdsm what is that anyway? Stefan had heard the rumors and even dated a few females whom had enjoyed tying him up in bed. He sits up in bed. Stefan and Lazlo had always been able to get along. There had never been any bigger arguments in between them. Not like with the other brothers. That is what had felt weird that day when Lazlo had came to talk with him. The melancholy that had always cloaked Lazlo was gone. Lazlo had always been able to interact with how Stefan felt. Stefan had suspected that it was because Lazlo had felt the same way. But not this time. Something had changed.