Leave Me Alone, Big Brothers! [BL]-Chapter 60: I Need A Favor

Nathan clicked his tongue. Then he contacted Eli, thinking he could use the waiting time to learn something. Eli was a first grader, but he was very smart, and Nathan learned a lot from him.

But Eli sent a message: "I’m sorry, but I have to work now. I’m already on the bus."

Nathan fell silent. He had forgotten that Eli worked. He stared blankly at those words. He was used to that kind of life, it was nothing unusual to him, but now he saw it as unfair.

How could rich kids enjoy their lives while people like him, before, and Eli, had to work hard just to eat?

Nathan took a deep breath, then sent a message to Louis to take him home first.

That night, Nathan felt very tired. He closed his book and laptop, then glanced at the milk and snacks on the table that Malvin had brought.

They all knew he was struggling, and no one bothered him. Alexander was also busy, and Roger always came to visit whenever he came home. The man could go out several times a day. Malvin was busy during the day, but at night he took the time to help Nathan study.

Nathan lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. Various thoughts immediately filled his head. Then he remembered Eli.

He had given him one thousand euros. It was enough to buy groceries, pay rent, maybe keep the lights on. But Nathan knew the reality of chronic illness. He had seen it in the slums, people selling everything they owned just to buy another month of pills. One thousand wouldn’t cover a specialist, even if Eli had another job.

And then there was the timeline.

Six months.

He didn’t know what he could do after his six-month contract with Salazar ended. He didn’t want to stay there. Would he still be able to help Eli?

Alexander said he could still go to school there. But Nathan didn’t know what his financial situation would be like then. What would happen to Eli?

Nathan felt uncomfortable imagining Eli returning to being a cafeteria servant.

Nathan sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Damn it."

He couldn’t leave a job half-finished. He had to do something.

After thinking through various scenarios for a long time, it seemed there was only one thing he could do at the moment.

Alexander.

***

Meanwhile, in Alexander’s room, the two men were performing their ritual.

After a few minutes of intense sucking, Alexander suddenly grabbed Huan’s hair and held him still. He thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock deep into Huan’s throat and holding it there.

"Gghh... Fuck!" he groaned loudly, his body shaking as he came directly into Huan’s throat.

Huan gagged and struggled briefly before swallowing it all down obediently.

"Good boy..." Alexander praised breathlessly, slowly pulling out. He exhaled contentedly.

Huan, completely naked with his hands tied behind his back, looked up at Alexander with adoring eyes.

Alexander smirked down at him, wiped the semen off Huan’s mouth slowly. Then his dominant side taking over completely.

"Get on the bed. Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative, untying Huan’s hands. "I’m not done with you yet."

Huan quickly moved into position on the bed, spreading his legs wide and arching his back invitingly.

Alexander walked over to the bedside table and grabbed something, turning back to Huan with a sadistic smirk. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Then a knock sounded, just as they were getting heated.

Alexander clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Who is it?"

"It’s me, Nathan," Nathan’s voice replied.

Alexander and Huan exchanged a tense glance.

"Damn!" They panicked, hurriedly grabbing their clothes.

"Wait! It’s yours!" Huan whispered, throwing Alexander’s underwear to him while searching for his own pants.

Meanwhile, Nathan waited patiently outside. He didn’t bother changing out of his sweatpants. He was unaware of the tension inside the room.

Nathan knocked softly on the door. Why was it taking so long?

A few moments later, Alexander cleared his throat before opening the door. Meanwhile, Huan was pushed into the bathroom.

"It’s past midnight," Alexander said, his voice a little hoarse as he held back his lust. "If the house isn’t on fire, go back to bed."

Nathan walked over to the sofa without being invited. "I need a favor."

Alexander followed and sat down. He didn’t expect Nathan to ask him for something.

"What do you need? Just tell me," he said, as if he could give him the world and everything in it.

"It’s not for me," Nathan said. "It’s for Elijah, my junior."

Alexander raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"His mother has a chronic lung condition," Nathan said. "I give him money monthly to help me with my things there. I want to help, but it’s just a bandage. His mom needs proper treatment."

"And?"

"I want you to cover it," Nathan said softly.

Alexander stared at him for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he let out a short, cold scoff.

"Sadly, no. Why should I help a stranger?"

Nathan blinked. "What? You have enough money to buy the hospital. It wouldn’t even dent your account."

"It’s not about the money, Nathan," Alexander said. "Kindness without effort is poison. If I pay for everything, what happens to your friend? He learns that salvation comes from a rich man’s whim, not his own strength. You cripple him by making it too easy."

"Easy?" Nathan’s voice rose. "His mother is dying! Watching your parent suffocate isn’t a ’lesson’ in character building. It’s torture. I know what it’s like to have no options."

"And that is why you are strong," Alexander countered smoothly. "Because you had no options."

Nathan clenched his fists. "I don’t care about your philosophy. I’m asking you to save a life."

"And I am refusing."

Nathan fell silent, fists clenched. He hadn’t expected such a clear refusal. Where was his humanity?

"Then I’ll pay for it!" Nathan stepped forward, his eyes blazing. "I’ll pay you back. Every cent. Put it on my tab. When the six months are up and I get a job, I’ll send you checks for the rest of my life if I have to."

Alexander paused. He looked at Nathan, really looked at him, assessing the fire in his eyes.

"You would mortgage your future for a boy you met a week ago?" Alexander asked quietly.

"Yes. Why not?"

Alexander leaned back, crossing his arms. "Tell me, Nathan. Do you know how many people in this city have chronic illnesses they cannot afford to treat? Thousands."

His gaze sharpened, piercing.

"Why him? Is his suffering more tragic than the beggar on the street corner? Than the children in the orphanage you left behind? If you start this, where do you stop? Will you save everyone?"

The question hung heavily in the air.

Nathan didn’t flinch. He met his brother’s eyes.

"I don’t care. I just want to help Eli," Nathan said firmly. "I can’t save everyone. I’m not a hero, and I’m not God."

He took a breath. "But I know Elijah. I can’t fix the world, it’s impossible, and I don’t give a damn. But if I have the power to help my friend, I’m going to do it."

Alexander held his gaze in a long, tense silence. The room felt unbearably small. Finally, Alexander sighed.

"You are irrational," he muttered. "Impulsive and emotional."

He walked to a desk and pulled out a file. "But at least you are loyal. Your friend is lucky to have you."

Alexander picked up a pen, scribbled something on a notepad, tore off the page, and held it out.

"This is the number for Dr. Edith Fiachi. She’s the best pulmonologist in the country. She owes me a favor. Tell Elijah to take his mother to her tomorrow. The bill will come to me."

Nathan’s eyes widened in disbelief. Relief hit him so hard his knees nearly buckled. He reached for the paper, but Alexander pulled it back slightly.

"Remember this, Nathan," Alexander said, his voice dropping to a warning growl. "You said you would pay me back. I’m adding this to your debt. And I collect my debts."

"What?" Nathan stared at him. "You’re really treating it like a debt?"

"You said you would pay it back."

"I know." Nathan clicked his tongue and snatched the paper. "Okay! Thanks."

"Go back to your room," Alexander said. "And close the door."

Nathan turned and left, clutching the paper carefully.

Inside the room, Alexander called Huan out.

"Huan, I want you to monitor Elijah’s mother’s treatment. Make sure they get the VIP suite. And put the cost under the charity foundation’s expenses. Don’t tell Nathan."

Huan nodded. "Okay. So... can we continue?"

Alexander glanced at Huan’s half-naked body. He was no longer in the mood.

"I’m done for today. Get on the bed. I need to tie you up."

Huan groaned.