Spoilers: 2.06 to be safe.
This is dedicated to forcedmovement...she knows why.
Summary: Cassidy's nickname is born. Sequel/Alternate POV to "Richard". The two fics share a lot of dialogue. Set Pre-Season 1.
The sounds of moaning drew Cassidy down the hallway and into the living room, where he saw his brother sitting on the couch, staring at the television like it was the second coming. Given his brother's film choice, maybe it was.
"Are you watching porn?" Cassidy asked Richard, shocked.
"What's it to you, little brother?" Richard snapped back at him. Cassidy seethed. He hated it when his brother treated him like this. Like he didn't deserve to breathe the same air as Richard did.
Just because their father had divorced Richard's mother and married his, and oh, yeah, he was born...Richard treated him like he was dirt.
"You're not supposed to be watching that. Dad said." Cassidy informed him, covering his eyes with his hand. Sure he was a guy, but porn had never been his thing.
"Well, I'm not going to tell him, and you're not going to tell him, so how's he going to know?" Richard pointed out. Cassidy read the threat loud and clear. If he told Dad that Richard had been pilfering the porn collection, he was a dead man.
Cassidy shifted uncomfortably in the doorway, the moans from the screen filling the quiet room. He could only imagine what was happening, and it wasn't much of an image, given his limited experience with girls.
He'd been at an 09er party last fall with Richard, and had been talked into playing Seven Minutes in Heaven with some of the older kids. Richard had insisted, proclaiming to everyone that his brother had not kissed a girl yet, it was past time for him to become a man in that sense. He'd been shut in the closet with Veronica Mars. She was very sweet, and maybe Cassidy would have kissed her, but Duncan Kane had glared at him so hard, he'd barely managed to breathe on her before their time was up.
He was pretty sure he'd fallen for her once he realized she wasn't going to tell anyone what had happened.
"Are you going to stand there, or are you going to watch?" Richard snapped at him, releasing him from his bad memories. He debated it. Slowly, Cassidy shuffled into the living room and perched on the edge of the couch, as far away from Richard as possible. Imagining what sex was like and watching two people have sex on a 53" high definition television were two different things, and Cassidy couldn't hide his wide eyed stare.
"Girls don't really do that, do they?" He asked Richard, seriously doubting someone like Veronica Mars would do...that.
"Not with guys like you, they don't." Richard snarked. One too many barbs must have given him courage, because he snapped right back at his brother.
"God, Richard, why do you have to be such a dick?" He was angry. "And what the hell are you smiling for?"
Richard seemed to snap out of it, giving his brother a quizzical look. Cassidy was nervous. He seldom talked back to his brother, and usually it made Richard angry. Not today, it seemed.
"Have you ever thought about a nickname?" Richard asked.
"No." Cassidy answered, paying close attention to the screen and what the girl on camera was doing with...herself. Richard followed his line of sight, and a slow smile crossed his brother's face.
"What?" Cassidy asked, catching sight of his brother's smile.
He would regret asking, he just knew it.