What We Are
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,420
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited
What We Are
The twins and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. I refer to them as ‘the twins’ in my mind just because it was easier that way. The twins names are Ryan and Remmy. We really have been friends as long as I can remember. We were born a day apart and we live next to each other. Our mothers got pregnant together and we grew up together.
Ryan, Remmy and I had the kind of friendship that people write about in story books and shit. We are the kind of friends that stick through thick and thin and everything in between. I spent my childhood with the twins and had all my important milestones and such with them by my sides.
We were special and I had no doubt we would go through everything together. Till death do us part and the like. We were that close.
__________
“Ry,” Remmy said softly in the darkness. They were in the bottom bunk (it was a futon) of their bunk bed. They shared the bed most nights, unbeknownst to their parents who wanted to get them separate beds since they turned thirteen. They thought it would be more appropriate for their newly teenage boys. But Remmy and Ryan protested, unwilling to split. They were unusually close, even for twins.
Ryan made a noncommittal sound. However he did hook his socked foot over his brother’s foot so their ankles crossed. It was a gesture of affection they engaged in and leaked over to their lives with Felix. It was like hand holding, but unique to them.
“Ry, what’s on your mind,” the quieter of the twins asked. Remmy was the contemplative one, the reader, the soft spoken boy. Ryan was more out going and direct, so the fact that he was avoiding saying anything immediately meant something.
They were the sort of brothers, the sort of twins, that shared everything. There was nothing taboo with them, really nothing. The little they didn’t tell Felix, their best friend, they told each other. Ryan was quiet for a long moment.
“Ever think much about kissing Rem,” he said finally, sounding timid and kind of scared. The fact that Ryan, bold and brave young Ryan, sounded nervous kind of frightened Remmy. He shrugged, knowing his brother, laying right next to him, could feel it.
“You thinking about kissing someone,” Remmy asked his brother gently.
“Someone I’m not supposed to be kissing,” Ryan said. He breathed out a shuddery sigh.
“Who,” Remmy asked, thinking his brother would tell him despite the fact he was being all secretive about it. He would think that Ryan would have just told him right off the bat.
“Can’t tell you,” Ryan said shortly. He removed his foot from his brother’s, uncrossing their ankles. It was a strange and hurtful sign of distance. Rem sighed softly, feeling alone despite the fact his brother was right next to him.
“A boy,” he asked, waiting for a response he knew would never come. The silence was conformation now. “Just ask him,” Remmy insisted, knowing what would come next. Ryan always did what Remmy told him to do, always.
“Can I kiss you Rem,” Ryan said, terrified and shaking and ashamed. Remmy reached in the darkness for his twin’s hand and threaded their fingers together. He nodded and Ryan felt like all the breath was knocked out of him. He felt like he couldn’t breath. He turned to face his twin, seeking out his eyes even though he couldn’t see in the dark. He didn’t ask again, fearful that the permission he was granted would disappear.
He leaned foreword, a terrified little teenager. He was shaking slightly. He reached out a trembling hand and found Remmy’s cheek. Remmy shuddered a little and Ryan thought about running for the hills. He knew what he was about to do was wrong on more than one level. Bt he really wanted this and Remmy was going to give it to him.
Ryan leaned down and pressed his lips to his brother’s.. They were soft and slightly chapped. They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing roughly through their noses. Ryan moved his lips slightly and threaded his fingers through his brother’s blond curls. He lifted his lips off his brothers only slightly.
“Part your lips,” he said softly, more breath than words. He didn’t know where he got this boldness from, but he didn’t question it because Remmy parted his lips slightly and then they were kissing again. Ryan slipped his tongue into his brother’s mouth, carefully and tentatively. But Remmy accepted this and brushed their tongue together, sending shivers down Ryan’s spine.
They kissed softly and carefully and awkwardly for a long moment before Ryan pulled back, looking down on his brother with wide eyes and a heaving chest. Remmy was breathing hard and Ryan was sure his twin looked beautiful like this. “Thank you” he breathed. Remmy said nothing for a long time.
“Can you kiss me again?”
Ryan did.
__________
I didn’t know about this the day after it happened. The twins kept it secret from me for years. The day after they kissed nothing really seemed out of place. I spent the day at their house, we played video games, skate boarded a bit and generally had a good time. If there were awkward looks exchanged or if the twins touched a little less than usually, I didn’t notice or at least didn’t remember.
Ryan, Remmy and I had the kind of friendship that people write about in story books and shit. We are the kind of friends that stick through thick and thin and everything in between. I spent my childhood with the twins and had all my important milestones and such with them by my sides.
We were special and I had no doubt we would go through everything together. Till death do us part and the like. We were that close.
__________
“Ry,” Remmy said softly in the darkness. They were in the bottom bunk (it was a futon) of their bunk bed. They shared the bed most nights, unbeknownst to their parents who wanted to get them separate beds since they turned thirteen. They thought it would be more appropriate for their newly teenage boys. But Remmy and Ryan protested, unwilling to split. They were unusually close, even for twins.
Ryan made a noncommittal sound. However he did hook his socked foot over his brother’s foot so their ankles crossed. It was a gesture of affection they engaged in and leaked over to their lives with Felix. It was like hand holding, but unique to them.
“Ry, what’s on your mind,” the quieter of the twins asked. Remmy was the contemplative one, the reader, the soft spoken boy. Ryan was more out going and direct, so the fact that he was avoiding saying anything immediately meant something.
They were the sort of brothers, the sort of twins, that shared everything. There was nothing taboo with them, really nothing. The little they didn’t tell Felix, their best friend, they told each other. Ryan was quiet for a long moment.
“Ever think much about kissing Rem,” he said finally, sounding timid and kind of scared. The fact that Ryan, bold and brave young Ryan, sounded nervous kind of frightened Remmy. He shrugged, knowing his brother, laying right next to him, could feel it.
“You thinking about kissing someone,” Remmy asked his brother gently.
“Someone I’m not supposed to be kissing,” Ryan said. He breathed out a shuddery sigh.
“Who,” Remmy asked, thinking his brother would tell him despite the fact he was being all secretive about it. He would think that Ryan would have just told him right off the bat.
“Can’t tell you,” Ryan said shortly. He removed his foot from his brother’s, uncrossing their ankles. It was a strange and hurtful sign of distance. Rem sighed softly, feeling alone despite the fact his brother was right next to him.
“A boy,” he asked, waiting for a response he knew would never come. The silence was conformation now. “Just ask him,” Remmy insisted, knowing what would come next. Ryan always did what Remmy told him to do, always.
“Can I kiss you Rem,” Ryan said, terrified and shaking and ashamed. Remmy reached in the darkness for his twin’s hand and threaded their fingers together. He nodded and Ryan felt like all the breath was knocked out of him. He felt like he couldn’t breath. He turned to face his twin, seeking out his eyes even though he couldn’t see in the dark. He didn’t ask again, fearful that the permission he was granted would disappear.
He leaned foreword, a terrified little teenager. He was shaking slightly. He reached out a trembling hand and found Remmy’s cheek. Remmy shuddered a little and Ryan thought about running for the hills. He knew what he was about to do was wrong on more than one level. Bt he really wanted this and Remmy was going to give it to him.
Ryan leaned down and pressed his lips to his brother’s.. They were soft and slightly chapped. They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing roughly through their noses. Ryan moved his lips slightly and threaded his fingers through his brother’s blond curls. He lifted his lips off his brothers only slightly.
“Part your lips,” he said softly, more breath than words. He didn’t know where he got this boldness from, but he didn’t question it because Remmy parted his lips slightly and then they were kissing again. Ryan slipped his tongue into his brother’s mouth, carefully and tentatively. But Remmy accepted this and brushed their tongue together, sending shivers down Ryan’s spine.
They kissed softly and carefully and awkwardly for a long moment before Ryan pulled back, looking down on his brother with wide eyes and a heaving chest. Remmy was breathing hard and Ryan was sure his twin looked beautiful like this. “Thank you” he breathed. Remmy said nothing for a long time.
“Can you kiss me again?”
Ryan did.
__________
I didn’t know about this the day after it happened. The twins kept it secret from me for years. The day after they kissed nothing really seemed out of place. I spent the day at their house, we played video games, skate boarded a bit and generally had a good time. If there were awkward looks exchanged or if the twins touched a little less than usually, I didn’t notice or at least didn’t remember.