Thanks for making me a fighter
You ready to do this?
Hell yeah, babe. Where do you wanna go?
I think i see you. Hey mister.
Hay gurl hay.
On my way, yo. Look for the badass in the motorcycle jacket.
It’ll look a little something like this. Minus most of the hair.
Blaine could feel his heartbeat pick up the slightest bit when Everett pulled him even closer, his eyes instantly sliding closed at the familiar feeling of his twin’s mouth against the sensitive skin of his neck and jaw. He smiled at his brother’s words, but shook his head in denial. “I could never do better than you, Ev. And I’m never going to want anyone else,” he promised in a quiet voice. He grinned a moment later at his brother’s next words, unable to help the small blush that tinged his cheeks at the implication of his words. “As if I could say no to that,” he murmured in reply, unable to help but wonder if there was anything specific that he had in mind.Placing his hands on Ev’s shoulders, Blaine spun them around and gently nudged him backwards towards the mattress of the bed with the palms of his hands. “Lay down for me?” he requested softly, shrugging off his tux jacket from his shoulders and letting it fall carelessly to the ground (he knew he’d probably regret it in the morning, but he couldn’t care less at the moment) before untucking his own shirt and loosening the bow-tie around his neck. When his brother was situated comfortably on the bed, he quickly toed off his shoes and didn’t hesitate in joining him, crawling across the mattress and swinging one leg over his hips so that he was straddling him. It was a familiar, close contact between them, and he couldn’t help but lean down to press a chaste, loving kiss against his brother’s lips.
No words were needed as Blaine silently moved his mouth to Everett’s neck to return the gesture he had done to him mere moments before, nipping and sucking at his skin while his fingers nimbly moved to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Once his shirt was undone, he paused the ministrations on his neck for a moment, taking the time to really breathe him in, inhaling his familiar scent (void of the hint of tobacco that was usually there, probably due to the fact that he was saving money for this trip and therefore wasn’t smoking) and folding back either side of his shirt so he could slowly run his hands along the warm skin underneath. He positively reveled in it, feeling as if he was being completely enveloped in his brother’s essence, and he never wanted to leave. He sighed contentedly, his warm breath ghosting over the skin of his neck.
Placing one more kiss against the side of Everett’s neck, Blaine moved his head up and kissed him heatedly, lightly biting at his bottom lip before he pulled away. He was starting to get hot, still in the confines of his dress shirt and pants, but refused to pay it any mind so he could focus all of his attention on pleasing his twin. He swallowed thickly, beginning to trail his fingers over the muscles of his abdomen, much more defined than his own. “Any requests, big brother?” he asked smoothly, kissing the patch of skin beneath his ear.
Everett allowed his brother to grip his shoulders and turn him on his heels, effortlessly giving over the control he normally had to Blaine. There was something exciting about it, letting his twin have his way with him when he was so used to having control over what they did in bed. And while that was empowering and, especially when he was able to do something that drove Blaine crazy, incredibly arousing, he found that the edge of anticipation this had was just as good. So he did exactly what Blaine asked him to, and with little more than a quirk of his eyebrow, he braced his palms on the comforter slid himself onto the bed. He adjusted quickly, shifting the pillows behind his head so it could be elevated and he could watch everything his brother did.
His eyes were a strange mixture of carnal hunger and an even more prevalent look of loving adoration, the edges of his lips quirking upwards as he watched Blaine shrug off his tuxedo jacket. Everett reached forward with a soft “C’mere,” grabbing him by the sleeve of his now-untucked shirt and helping him up onto the bed and into his lap. He felt his brother’s legs lock in place around his hips, his knees pressing snuggly into the sides of his waist. It’s a position he knew they both loved, and his hands immediately went to grip his twin’s thighs, his fingers feeling the subtle shift of muscle beneath the fabric of his pants as Blaine moved in to press their mouths together. It was one of those kisses that reminded him of the first one they ever shared, where he could feel everything, from the way their lips melded and moved easily together to the way the close-shaven skin around his mouth feels against the roughness of Everett’s, and when he pulled back it was far too soon. But before Everett could even whine in protest or jut his head forward to drag it out if only for another second, Blaine’s lips were on his neck and wow, that’s why Blaine makes those noises when I do this to him, he marveled.
He realized that it might be a bit odd for him to be realizing this now, even though he’s so used laying in bed with his brother’s face pressed into his neck and his lips pressing little sleepy kisses into his skin, but there’s a remarkable difference between sleepy kisses and this. And the subtle brushing of his twin’s fingers against his chest and stomach as he worked the small buttons of his shirt free on top of the slight rocking of their hips as Everett’s member began to stiffen certainly wasn’t helping, because it wasn’t enough and he wanted more but he also wanted this to last. He groaned softly, arching slightly into the feeling of fingertips and warm palms and the slight scrape of nails as Blaine ran his hands down his exposed torso, and before he can say anything to urge him on his brother’s lips are on his again. The next kiss was different in that it was so fucking hot and goddamn, did he just bite my lip? But again, Blaine pulled away too soon and Everett was left fighting against the urge to squirm under his touch.
It suddenly occurred to him that this must be what his brother felt like when they did this, and it was eerily similar to the way he had Blaine pinned to the bed in that California hotel, but in that moment he was too busy concentrating on the hot breath in his ear and how good it felt to really care. The sound that the question pulled from him was deep and from the back of his throat, too needy to be considered a growl, and there was even an edge of desperation to it. Arousal pumping through his veins, his hands released their grip on Blaine’s sides and slid up to his neck, pulling his face away from his ear and towards his for a hungry, searing kiss. “I want you to get these clothes off,” he murmured into his brother’s mouth, tugging at Blaine’s shirt before continuing, “Just – Goddamn, pretty body, just do something.” Everett tore his mouth from his twin’s, moving quickly to catch the lobe of his ear with his teeth and give it a teasing lick, whispering hotly, “Do whatever you want to me, so I can have my turn with you. Then I want you to ride me.”
(Source: notsodapper-anderson)
Yeah? Good. :) I will. I’ll pop up at your doorstep at the most random-est of times, so be prepared.
I’ll be sure to keep the place clean at all times, then. And I know that’ll be a chore, living with Ev…
Fine… if you insist. But if we end up having issues with money, I’m going to look for a job on campus or something.
B…
(Source: notsodapper-anderson)
That’s so not fair. I want to be able to help pay for things at least a little bit…
It’d be one thing if we were both going to college, but we’re not. You’re going to school and I’m working full time, which makes school your job.
(Source: notsodapper-anderson)
Very true.We’ll hang out a lot, right?
I guess so… But… I’m going to miss everyone!
It’ll be okay. You’ve got everyone’s number, and it sounds like a whole lotta people are going to New York too.
