The minute Hux was safely out of sight, Techie slumped against the couch and breathed a huge sigh of relief. He’d been two seconds away from grabbing his perfectly coiffed hair and dragging Armitage up to his lips for a scorching kiss… or down, to press flush against his cock…
Techie groaned and mentally reassured himself, “Tonight, when you’re alone, you can jack off. Hold out for a little bit longer!” but it didn’t settle the steady flame that burned bright in between his legs and quickened his pulse.
Movement from the bathroom snapped Techie out of his reverie. He righted his clothes and directed a toothy, if not very convincing, grin towards his twin. “Thank you! I f-f-fu- I mean, I feel m-much better.”
He couldn’t stop his (a little bit starved) gaze from sliding to Armitage’s crotch. It was hypnotic.
“I…I know it’s late. Did you want to sleep?” Hux asked, running a hand through his hair. He didnt have a spare bedroom, and would feel bad making Techie sleep on his couch.
“You could sleep in my bed? Just like when we were kids.” He blurted without thinking. But it was too late, the offer was out there. As much as he loved the idea of a sleepover with his brother just like old times, he feared he would be repressing sexual urges all night.
“Or..ah..I can sleep on the couch. I know we arnt kids anymore. Whatever your comfortable with.”
The dark blush that graced his cheeks was hard to miss on skin as pale as Techie’s. “Th-the-! Um… Please, t-take the couch.”
The safe option. The good one. Getting too close to his brother, with both their defenses down… Armitage’s night shirt rucking up to reveal the delicious expanse of his stomach… Running his fingers under the waistband and then delving down…
Oh! Uh. Back to reality.
He gave Armitage the closest thing to a reassuring smile he could manage (it looked closer to a desperate grimace but close enough.) The bed would smell like him, at least. Techie would allow himself this one indulgence. He cuddled a couch cushion to his chest, feeling oddly vulnerable.