“We did,” he agreed. “And people kept saying we were joined at the hip.”
“We probably were.”
“I’m a twin. I don’t do well on my own.”
“I know that. Which is why…you know. We should go to yours. Let you settle back into being at home…with me.”
“There’s food at home. SKY TV and stuff. There’s, like, clean sheets that don’t smell of mushrooms.”
“My sheets don’t smell of mushrooms,” I huffed out in protest.
“They do. We need to wash them. How many times have we fucked in these sheets?”
“I know.” I laughed. “We are disgusting. But hey. Listen.”
“What?” He smiled. I wiped the tear from his cheek. The one he was so generously gifting me. A small piece of his heart. All for me.
“You’re not going to lose me. And I am not going to lose you. We’ve never lost each other yet, have we? Even when you moved away and I thought I would fall apart? You texted me, like, once an hour for weeks, Ed. It was the only thing that kept me going, that you had my back. That you cared enough to keep me sane.”
“I missed you. I missed you so much. We have to fix that, and now we can. Even if you get another job here in London, we need to make sure we see each other. No more spending weeks away and not sleeping in the same bed. Two weeks max.”
“Agreed.” I smiled. “I need to get a job so I can buy a car. Then I can drive to yours too.”
“It’s not that complicated. Not now.”
“It’s simple.” I smiled.
“I just want to be with you and do all the normal things we do, just together. Lie on the sofa and watch stupid TV. Eat proper meals. Go…outside. Play stupid football or whatever. I want to do that with you. And I want you in my bed at night, and I want to wake up with you, and can you please, please come stay with me in Exeter?”
I nuzzled into his cheek. Of course I would. I would do anything he asked. Because he was him and I was me. And we were…us.
Everything was suddenly so simple. Like the sunshine streaming through my thin curtains. The way my fingers found the bottle of lube. And how I grinned as I covered my fingers in soft fluid.
“My turn.” I smiled into his cheek. “I want to play too.”
He went down far too willingly, a smile on his face, angling his leg so I could straddle his other thigh. My hand pushing gently to where I wanted in. Those soft folds of skin. His breath hitching in my ear.
I didn’t care where his mouth had been; I just kissed him. Hard. My finger breached him with determination as he gasped into my cheek.
I wanted to watch. I wanted to see what I was doing to him, but then I was mesmerised by his eyelids fluttering shut. The way he tightened his mouth. The little breaths of pleasure as I shifted myself down a little so I could get a better angle. Pushed. Just a little further in. And out. Adding another finger. Probably far too soon, but I was impatient and he let me. Giving me more space as he angled his leg up, held on to his limb as I got two fingers almost all the way in, to the sound of him struggling. Then letting go. His body tightening and relaxing in rhythm with my thrusts.
“Just there,” he said, as I angled my fingers just so. “Do that again.”
I did. Painfully slow as he let out an excited little moan.
“Again.”
I hoped I was doing this right, trying to slow down my breathing, keeping my movements light yet…on point. I grinned. Fuck my life. Fuck the past. My future was blinding.
The moment was everlasting, and I allowed myself to stay exactly where I was. Massaging his insides, revelling in every little sound he let escape. The small beads of sweat forming on his forehead as his body shook in pleasure. I was giving it to him. One small stroke at a time.
“Can you please…” he whined.
“No. Going to make you come like this.”
“Touch me,” he begged. “Anything.”
Well, he was asking nicely.
