listen, there is absolutely nothing that gets me going like mutual seemingly unrequited pining like? i live for both people losing their minds over the other person in bitter silence. savoring every single accidental brush of their fingers, elbows, thighs, every stray glance, memorizing every gesture or expression they catch while the other isn’t looking, all while being absolutely convinced that it’s one-sided only to finally!! finally find out it wasn’t in a triumphant moment of bliss after years and years of delicious, soul-rending, torturous, heart-wrenching pining. i literally don’t care about the fact that this trope is predictable af and always plays out the same way i will still go wild over it every single time like they’ll be doing the same reveal scene i have seen a million times and i’m still on the edge of my seat gasping “are they gonna kiss???”
this is my kink
alpha hux
Techie spills himself all over the front of his underwear with a harsh exhale, biting his words back to keep Armitage’s name off his lips. His entire body goes slack and he buries his face in the pillow once more, wishing it was his brother’s skin he was pressed against. How badly he needed him! Cuddled up together in bed, soft and sweet from sex, whispering honeyed words into each other’s ears until dawn.
Once the endorphin rush wore off, Techie sat up on the bed on shaky legs. Had he really just rut on the bed like a hormone-addled teenager? Well… yeah. Hot shame rose from the pit of his stomach to his chest and constricted his throat. Techie checked the bed for any cum (to his eternal relief, he hadn’t gotten any on the mattress) and then stripped out of his briefs.
Damn. He needed a shower, and STAT. Where was the bathroom? Techie picked his pants off the floor and wrapped them haphazardly over his waist, like a makeshift towel. Once he unlocked the door and opened it a smidge, Techie peeked out into the living room and blinked to adjust to the darkness. Was Armitage awake?
Hux couldn’t sleep. He tried, a few times, but became restless. He kept thinking about his brother, of Techie laying in his bed. In his imagination Techie was naked, his pink skin against the sheets and his cock hardening against a nest of ginger curls.
He couldn’t hold back anymore, emboldened by his imagination he slipped his pants down and wrapped his fingers around his hard cock. He moaned through his teeth, trying to stay quiet as he began pumping faster. Eventually he was panting, imagining his brother was stroking him instead of his hand.
“Fuck…yeah…like that…good boy.” He murmured under his breath, spurred on by the image of Techie sucking his cock.
He was so lost in the fantasy he was unaware of his surroundings, or if Techie was awake.
Hux’s unmistakably sexual sounds hit him in the gut like a speeding sports car. I’ve intruded on his personal time, Techie thinks, head spinning. He’s dazed, lurching forward to grab with pale knuckles at the edge of a coffee table for stability, too tight inside his overheated skin.
There’s no innocent explanation for these sounds; even in the darkness Techie comprehends exactly what those movements and moans mean. His legs falter despite his death-grip on the table and, on instinct, he flails around for something to hold onto, knocking a picture frame face down.
Techie goes utterly still. He takes in a shaky breath and says, “Armie. D-don’t worry… It’s j-j-just, um, me.” Before he can regret what he’s about to say, Techie continues on, “Sorry…f-for…interrupting.”
The need to offer his “help” is overwhelming! Techie’s getting hard again, despite his orgasm not five minutes ago. The minute he opens his mouth again, Techie’s sure he’ll say something straight out of porn. Perhaps wisely, he clamps his mouth shut and bites the inside of his cheek.
Techie spills himself all over the front of his underwear with a harsh exhale, biting his words back to keep Armitage’s name off his lips. His entire body goes slack and he buries his face in the pillow once more, wishing it was his brother’s skin he was pressed against. How badly he needed him! Cuddled up together in bed, soft and sweet from sex, whispering honeyed words into each other’s ears until dawn.
Once the endorphin rush wore off, Techie sat up on the bed on shaky legs. Had he really just rut on the bed like a hormone-addled teenager? Well… yeah. Hot shame rose from the pit of his stomach to his chest and constricted his throat. Techie checked the bed for any cum (to his eternal relief, he hadn’t gotten any on the mattress) and then stripped out of his briefs.
Damn. He needed a shower, and STAT. Where was the bathroom? Techie picked his pants off the floor and wrapped them haphazardly over his waist, like a makeshift towel. Once he unlocked the door and opened it a smidge, Techie peeked out into the living room and blinked to adjust to the darkness. Was Armitage awake?
“Yeah. Sounds g-good, Armie.” The nickname gives him an intense flashback to a moment frozen in time:
Giggling about something with his brother under the covers, safe and warm with only the light of the moon from their window illuminating the room. A ceiling fan hums quietly, reassuring. Techie hooks his leg around Armitage’s. He could have kissed him. Would have, if he wasn’t on the verge of sleep and sinking fast into dreams. ”Armie,” had been his last whispered word, like a prayer, before he fell into a deep sleep pressed against his brother’s chest.
Abruptly, he returns to himself and stands up. Too late he realizes he’s still clutching the cushion like a lifeline as he follows Hux into his bedroom. Techie screeches to a halt in the doorway, afraid to go inside. The minute he steps into this intimate space, he’ll destroy the innocence of it somehow. Of that, he’s sure.
But there’s no getting around it; in he goes. The minute his eyes land on Hux’s bed, all the air is shoved out of his lungs like he’s been punched. The room smells strongly of his brother’s uniquely pleasing scent… but the bed is the jackpot.
Hux stands in the room, not sure what to say. Techie will be sleeping in his bed soon, warm body pressed in the sheets. His brother’s smell will be on his sheets, on the pillows, everywhere.
Hux curls and uncurls his fists to calm himself down. Its similar to when they were kids, yet different at the same time. They had shared a room well into their teens, Hux taking the top bunk and Techie the lower. They were so accustomed to sharing everything, doing everything together.
It made Hux sad to think about it. How little he had kept in contact with Techie when he moved. Yet, at the same time, it was for the best.
Ever since puberty, maybe even before, he had been having lustful thoughts about his twin. Brotherly love began transforming into something more sidious, darker. Even now with something as innocent as Techie sleeping in his bed he was having lustful thoughts, and it sickened him.
Techie would leave and never come back if he knew.
“I have sweatpants you can wear in the dresser, and if you need anything I will be in the living room.” He said, breaking the silence.
As though hypnotized, Techie drifts towards the bed and runs his fingertips over the soft comforter, reverent. Hardly any of Hux’s words got through to him. He was hot from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, and it took all of his willpower to not slide onto the bed and stuff a pillow into his face to try and absorb every little iota of Armitage’s scent.
Instead, he manages to face Hux again and smile, placing the cushion down. “There. A p-personal touch,” he laughs. It probably came out a little breathless.
“Thanks, Armie. I’ll undress and get some sleep, I r-really need it.” He hadn’t consciously taken that suggestive tone on “undress” but hopefully his twin doesn’t notice. Techie knows full well he won’t be sleeping for quite some time once Hux leaves…
Going over to the dresser, he takes out the sweatpants and starts working at the few buttons on his shirt. It won’t affect Hux like it would to me, were the situations reversed, Techie thinks. He’s the pervert, not Armitage.
Hux flustered, eyes focusing on Techie as his brother begain undressing. He knows, logically, as twins they have the same body. Yet, each sliver of skin exposed as Techie starts undoing his shirt makes Hux’s cock twitch in his pants.
It takes him a moment to snap out of his trance, realizing he had been staring like a utter pervert. Standing in his bedroom, watching his twin undress like a creep while getting aroused. Fuck.
“I’ll..I’ll let you get to sleep. I have to…I have some work to do on my Ipad.” He mumbles, escaping the room as fast as his feet will take him. He rushes to the living room, moving millie off of the table where she was sleeping on his Ipad.
He sits and begins looking at reports, but he isnt paying attention to what he is reading. All he can think about is Techie upstairs, undressing in his room. He could have even swore Techie had sultry said the word ‘undress’.
But no. His mind was telling him what he wanted to hear.
Abcentmindedly he began pressing his free hand against his crotch, easing the tension he felt from seeing Techie disrobe.
The minute Hux is gone, Techie makes like a maniac for the door and turns the lock. He slips out of his pants and tosses himself face down onto the bed. Fuck, it smells divine. There’s a hint of the cologne he’s used since they were teenagers, and an undercurrent of that sexy as hell, indescribable scent that is purely Armitage.
Techie buries his face into the pillow and starts to grow heavy between his legs… He shifts his hips. It’s enough to make his lower stomach pool with warmth, and Techie slowly, cautiously, humps against the bed. Every inch of his skin heats up, his cheeks flush. This is Armitage’s bed, his, and he sleeps here, dreams here, touches himself until he cums here…!
It’s all too much; he’s careening towards an orgasm at a breakneck pace. His breathing grows heavy and his frantic thrusts speed up until the bed creaks and groans.
Armie, f-fuck, I need you! Touch me, kiss- ah, mmm, p-please…!
“Yeah. Sounds g-good, Armie.” The nickname gives him an intense flashback to a moment frozen in time:
Giggling about something with his brother under the covers, safe and warm with only the light of the moon from their window illuminating the room. A ceiling fan hums quietly, reassuring. Techie hooks his leg around Armitage’s. He could have kissed him. Would have, if he wasn’t on the verge of sleep and sinking fast into dreams. ”Armie,” had been his last whispered word, like a prayer, before he fell into a deep sleep pressed against his brother’s chest.
Abruptly, he returns to himself and stands up. Too late he realizes he’s still clutching the cushion like a lifeline as he follows Hux into his bedroom. Techie screeches to a halt in the doorway, afraid to go inside. The minute he steps into this intimate space, he’ll destroy the innocence of it somehow. Of that, he’s sure.
But there’s no getting around it; in he goes. The minute his eyes land on Hux’s bed, all the air is shoved out of his lungs like he’s been punched. The room smells strongly of his brother’s uniquely pleasing scent… but the bed is the jackpot.
Hux stands in the room, not sure what to say. Techie will be sleeping in his bed soon, warm body pressed in the sheets. His brother’s smell will be on his sheets, on the pillows, everywhere.
Hux curls and uncurls his fists to calm himself down. Its similar to when they were kids, yet different at the same time. They had shared a room well into their teens, Hux taking the top bunk and Techie the lower. They were so accustomed to sharing everything, doing everything together.
It made Hux sad to think about it. How little he had kept in contact with Techie when he moved. Yet, at the same time, it was for the best.
Ever since puberty, maybe even before, he had been having lustful thoughts about his twin. Brotherly love began transforming into something more sidious, darker. Even now with something as innocent as Techie sleeping in his bed he was having lustful thoughts, and it sickened him.
Techie would leave and never come back if he knew.
“I have sweatpants you can wear in the dresser, and if you need anything I will be in the living room.” He said, breaking the silence.
As though hypnotized, Techie drifts towards the bed and runs his fingertips over the soft comforter, reverent. Hardly any of Hux’s words got through to him. He was hot from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, and it took all of his willpower to not slide onto the bed and stuff a pillow into his face to try and absorb every little iota of Armitage’s scent.
Instead, he manages to face Hux again and smile, placing the cushion down. “There. A p-personal touch,” he laughs. It probably came out a little breathless.
“Thanks, Armie. I’ll undress and get some sleep, I r-really need it.” He hadn’t consciously taken that suggestive tone on “undress” but hopefully his twin doesn’t notice. Techie knows full well he won’t be sleeping for quite some time once Hux leaves…
Going over to the dresser, he takes out the sweatpants and starts working at the few buttons on his shirt. It won’t affect Hux like it would to me, were the situations reversed, Techie thinks. He’s the pervert, not Armitage.
“Yeah. Sounds g-good, Armie.” The nickname gives him an intense flashback to a moment frozen in time:
Giggling about something with his brother under the covers, safe and warm with only the light of the moon from their window illuminating the room. A ceiling fan hums quietly, reassuring. Techie hooks his leg around Armitage’s. He could have kissed him. Would have, if he wasn’t on the verge of sleep and sinking fast into dreams. ”Armie,” had been his last whispered word, like a prayer, before he fell into a deep sleep pressed against his brother’s chest.
Abruptly, he returns to himself and stands up. Too late he realizes he’s still clutching the cushion like a lifeline as he follows Hux into his bedroom. Techie screeches to a halt in the doorway, afraid to go inside. The minute he steps into this intimate space, he’ll destroy the innocence of it somehow. Of that, he’s sure.
But there’s no getting around it; in he goes. The minute his eyes land on Hux’s bed, all the air is shoved out of his lungs like he’s been punched. The room smells strongly of his brother’s uniquely pleasing scent… but the bed is the jackpot.
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.
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.
SHIT!
Techie smiles as if doing so is a piece of cake and not a ticking fucking bomb. It feels plastic and too wide on his lips.
As he removes his shirt completely, exposing his pale, bruised skin inch by inch, Techie shivers and fixes his gaze just over his twin’s head. The instant their eyes meet, Armitage will know . Techie’s face has always been marvelously expressive, and it routinely comes back to bite him in the ass.
Next are his pants; the hardest part. Trembling hands sink to his belt buckle, mouth dry as he imagines doing the same action but under very different circumstances. He has to take a deep breath, however loud it may be, to try and will down his fledgling erection.
“ Is this ok?” Hux askes, noticing Techie’s Red face. He places his hands on Techie’s hips to stop his trembling. Was his brother that embarassed to show his wounds? Or did he find being exposed around Hux inappropriate? They were grown men now, not little kids. It didn’t help that seeing Techie’s soft stomach and exposed hips was making him think lude thoughts.
Grabbing the ointment, Hux smoothed it over the welted skin, hand going lower until his own cheeks were as red as Techie’s.
He could do this. It was just a simple ointment application. No need to become pervey and scare Techie away.
“I…uh…need you to lower the waistband of…your underwear a little bit.” He said, trying to keep his voice even.
There was no helping it; Techie’s dick started to stir. He slipped his boxers the slightest bit down, exposing the trail of ginger hairs from his navel down to the end of his V, that inevitably led to…
He locked eyes with Hux.
Lowered the hem an inch more, revealing the top of his thick, ginger curls. “Do I… lower it f-further?” His intense gaze, coupled with the deepening of his voice and bitten lower lip, was a deadly combination. Techie felt hot all over. Any more of this thick, heated tension and he’d pop a full erection.
Heaven help him! Techie knew he was a sick, sick man.
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