“Why is it that these pay per view adult things never have any gay porn?” Bill scrolled down the options list, chewing on a strand of his hair as he studied the titles. A frown knitted across his forehead. Tom decided to ignore the question and busied himself with disentangling his dreads.

But Bill was not done yet, not by a long shot...

“Seriously, do they just assume everyone in the world is straight?”

He scrolled past titles such as 21 Hump Street, Titallica and Big Trouble in Little Vagina *.

“Or do they think that gays bring their own porn, just in case...” An indignant huff and Bill threw himself back into the stack of pillows.

“What's with the gay porn anyways?” Tom shimmied out of his pants, before he slinked on the bed, stealing one of the bigger pillows from Bill.

“What's with you and the gay porn?!” Bill quipped, shaking his head, obviously knee deep in denial over the title of Anal Chiropractor.

“Why would I want to watch that?”

Bill wordlessly gestured at himself, indicating his entire body, stretched out, with a sweeping gesture. All he received from Tom in return was a mildly confused look.

“You sleep with me...uh, quite regularly, I dare say?”

“We also play a lot of Ping Pong but have you ever wanted to watch a broadcast of that on TV?” Tom replied evenly.

Bill's mouth opened and closed wordlessly, as he tried to come up with a fitting repartee.

Tom wasn't exactly known for his irrefutable arguments and so, when he did come up with a good one (which happened about once every year or so) it always caught Bill completely off guard.

“Yeah, but we have sex!” Bill protested, mentally whipping himself as he heard his voice, becoming all high pitched and cracking with undirected fury, “that makes you kind of gay too, you know?”

“Wait! You're gay?!” Tom stared at him wide eyed, a horrified expression on his face.

Bill slugged his brother in the arm, shoving Tom playfully.

“Stop it! Stop teasing me!” He rolled over, into Tom's side, snuggling up. “You're supposed to be nice to me,” he complained in a petulant voice.

Tom looped an arm around his back, trailing blunt fingernails down between his shoulder blades and back up again.

“Because I'm your brother or because we have...gay sex?”

“Because you love me?” Bill offered, rubbing his cheek against the worn down material of his twin's shirt, blinking up at Tom through thick lashes, giving him a sly smile.

“Oh that...right!” Tom tugged him closer, opening his mouth with his lips, giving him a soft but lingering kiss that made the little hairs in the back of Bill's neck stand on edge.

The remote slipped out of Bill's hand as he crawled over to straddle his brother.

Who needed porn anyways?

* I swear to God I didn't make these porn titles up! Those are real and I got them from the list of The 100 Worst Porn Movie Titles