Richard was perched on the edge of his bed when Jim waltzed into the room. He’d been flicking through a bundle of crumbled papers, his fingers brought to an abrupt halt against a row of letters penned in his own neat scrawl.
Jim quirked one of his perfectly groomed brows, pausing in his steps as if to exaggerate the gesture before he continued, sweeping forward and looming over his twin.
Richard peered up, eyes wide - not with curiosity but with a stir akin to excitement this time - and his hands drew away from the mess of script completely.
Jim didn’t even have to speak, Richard knew exactly what his brother wanted. What he was beginning to think he wanted too. He shuffled back, rumpling a heap of blankets as he flopped himself over, stomach flush against the mattress.
Jim slumped himself down onto the bed, still managing to tower over the other man as his open palm grazed over the pinching fabric of Richard’s jeans.
Richard shifted under the touch, soft as though almost a caress, and waited until it drew away before he allowed his own hands to slink to the leather loop of his belt and fumble with the buckle.
It took far too long, both men thought - each second dragging out, scraping the air with a bitter sense of anticipation - for the belt to slide away and coil on the fuzzed carpet of the floor. It was almost agonising, their eagerness bubbling under their pale planes of skin, when the faded denim of the jeans slid down supple thighs.
Jim’s hand hovered over the exposed flesh, tracing along the fine curve of his brother’s arse with the smooth rim of nails. Then, his hand raised high and brought itself down heavy on one cheek, the smack of skin slapping against skin drowning out the soft whimpers rolling from between Richard’s parted lips.
Jim repeated the action, his stare glued on the blossoming salmon welts.
Richard cried out, his back arching - chest lifting from the crisp linen of the bed sheets, as his mouth fell open in a loud whine.
He was Jim’s. He was presenting himself just for him, pleading for more - craving the fire that burrowed deep, licking and lapping at every ounce of him.
Jim revelled in the noise of Richard. He was just for him. He made his brother cry this way, made him writhe and beg. Identical in appearance, almost like clones. But inside, inside they were perfectly matched in a different way altogether. Like a jigsaw puzzle, sliding into each others grasp - taking and giving.