Stunned to stupidity, Techie’s mouth opens and he blurts out before he can stop himself: “Oh. Well, I w-was jerking off a few minutes ago.” His gaze feels so heavy; it keeps dragging down to stare at Hux’s hastily covered cock. The ginger curls are neat and trimmed…
Techie’s heart jumps into his throat the minute he realizes what atrocities came out of his filthy mouth.
Holy SHIT! “Stress r-rel-lief, yanno… it’s very… relaxing…” He stumbles about in the dark for the picture frame and rights it on the table again, just for an excuse to not have to look at his twin (who was so blatantly masturbating and yet lying through his teeth.)
“Uh.”
A trillion things come to mind, and Techie can’t trust himself to say a single word of them.
“You’re still hard, let me help you.”
“I want to get on my knees and worship you.”
“Let’s undress together under the blanket…”nononoononononononononoononononoooooooo!
“I was h-hoping I could t-take a shower and clean the cuh- uh, crusty? dirt off me…” Techie’s grip on his pants tightened, knuckles white. The rest of his skin was a flushed and aroused red.
“Oh.OH.” Hux says, realizing what Techie was saying. It looked like he wasn’t the only one jerking off, though he doubted Techie was thinking the same sinful things he was.
“Yeah. Ah, I can…I can show you the shower.” He added hastily, trying not to imagine his brother jerking off in his bed. He finished buttoning his pants before standing, turning on the lamp on the table between them. It illuminated his brothers face, which must have been just as red as Hux’s own right now.
“Follow me.” He added, heading down the hall. When they reach the bathroom Hux turns on the shower, letting it warm up as he talked.
“There are towels in the closet. Soaps and shampoos are on the shelf in the shower. Yeah. Thats about it.” He said, biting his lip nervously.
“Remeber when we were young, how we showered together to save water? I would wash your hair for you because you had so much of it.” He laughed, trying to break the tension.
He trails along behind Hux and screeches to a halt at the doorway, almost crashing into his brother’s back. Despite the thick, palpable tension, Techie smiles softly and nods his head. Those were treasured memories. “I still h-have a lot of hair,” he muses. When not in a loose ponytail, it covers his face like a curtain; a useful tactic for remaining unnoticed when out in public.
“That always felt r-really good,” Techie admits, shy. “Whenever you touched my hair I’d relax and st-start to hum.” He imagines that same scenario now, but there can be no innocence this time around. One glance at Hux’s still tented pants makes it clear. Techie’s cock gives a valiant effort to swell up again, and to his surprise it works.
Hux is pressed up against the doorway, leaning on the frame. In order for Techie to enter the bathroom, he must squeeze past him… A wicked idea comes to mind. Feigning innocence, Techie stuffs himself into the crowded doorway facing Armitage, their lower bodies pressed up hard against each other as Techie shimmies over to fully enter the bathroom.
Their cocks grind together for a divine moment, Techie’s eyes fixed on his twin’s own. He bites his lip and his eyelashes flutter. His desire overcomes the shame this time… Techie needs his brother, has been needing him since they were thirteen years old and he first wanted to curl his fingers around his cock and press their lips together.
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