“It’s not like this is my goddamn fault!” Tom huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and gracing Bill with his best defiant look. There was only one tiny overnight bag propped up against the foot of the bed.

“Excuse me?” How was it possible to bridge three octaves in just two words?

The bag contained the bare minimum. Bill’s toiletries bag with a paddle brush peeking out from between the teeth of the zipper, underwear and socks, one pair of dark blue jeans, a pair of worn down sneakers and a couple of tee-shirts. End of story.
Everything else, Bill’s two dozen jackets, all of his jewellery, an entire suitcase containing nothing but boots and sneakers, not to mention the two suitcases stuffed with pants and shirts, and what else his brother dragged across the European continent, was missing.

Missing as in safely stowed away within the bowels of the bus. The bus that had dropped them off in front of the hotel a good three hours ago and that was now, God only knows where. Probably parked somewhere far out of the city.

“I told you - last night! - to tell them I needed all my suitcases off the bus! You never pay attention, ever!” Bill shrieked, red blotches already appearing on his cheeks, like it usually happened when things slipped out of his control. He kicked at one of the ratty old sneakers, sending it sailing across the room, where it thunked against the big French window with a dull sound.
Tom slumped down on the foot of the bed, watching his brother’s fingers clench and unclench while Bill huffed out a few breaths.

“Your luggage, you own damn responsibility!” He replied calmly.
“Oh come on, how many times have I looked out after your shit, making sure you had all your stuff with you, Tom?!”
“So just wear your hair down, and don’t decorate yourself like a freaking Christmas tree for a change, I don’t see what’s so tragic about all of this.”

He playfully shoved Bill into the side, making him stagger a few steps backwards. Tom chuckled at the surprised huffing sound it drew from Bill but he choked on his giggle when Bill pushed him back in retaliation. It didn’t hurt all that much, but Bill surely had the surprise on his side.

Bill never got physical when he was angry. He pitched a fit, he glared, pouted, screamed and cursed but usually he just stewed in his own frustration. This was new.

“Don’t push me,” Bill growled, glaring at him through thick lashes, his mouth compressed into a thin line on his face.
“Oh really?” Tom poked Bill’s shoulder with two fingers. Bill slapped his hand away, scowling.
“What you’re gonna do about it, huh?” Tom teased, knowing full well he probably shouldn’t provoke his brother further. Bill looked like he might snap at any moment. But it was so exciting, seeing Bill seethe like that.

Taking a swift step towards Bill, he shoved him again, palm pressed flat against his chest; Bill swayed backwards a little but didn’t budge, the expression on his face growing only tighter and more malicious.

It was too inviting. Bill looked like he was about to pop a coronary and God knew, they could do with a good fight. They hadn't had a good argument in such a long time, every tiny little thing that annoyed either of them became charged with tension. It just needed to get out, they simply needed a good enough excuse.

“Think you can kick my ass? Huh…Billy?” Tom twittered with a purposely fake sweet smile.
“Don’t call me that!” Tom stumbled a step backwards as Bill shoved him again.
“What are you gonna do about it?” It secured him another shove, with Bill closing the distance between them immediately again. He was just as itching for a fight as Tom was.

“Gonna assault me with your powder puff?” That was the breaking point. Tom could see it in the way Bill’s eyes flashed.

Pow. Like a boxing glove on a spring in cartoons, Bill’s hand shot forward, punching him in the shoulder before his hands shot forward and shoved him so hard Tom really lost his footing this time and staggered backwards, the back of his knees hitting the foot of the bed, making him buckle and land on the bed with a surprised squeaking sound.

“Stop it.” A definite warning.
“Bill, what the hell?” Tom gasped, reaching for his now aching shoulder but Bill’s finger’s closed firmly round his wrist, twisting his arm in a way that was just this side of painful. Tom looked up and saw Bill loom over him, his twin’s cheeks red, his eyes narrowed to mere slits.

“Powder puff, huh?” Bill snarled, bending Tom’s arm behind his back with surprising force. Tom winced and rolled onto belly, his shoulder rotating in its socket till it wouldn’t go any further and Bill had his wrist securely pinned on his back.
Tom’s protest was muffled by the fluffy bedspread.

“Why do you always have to make me so mad?!” Tom could feel Bill straddling the back of his thigh, the way he pressed down harder on his wrist on the last few words.
Tom twisted his head to one side and glared at his brother out of the corner of his eye, growling a low ‘fuck you’ in response, before he turned his head again and pointedly stared at the wall ahead.

He wouldn’t give his little brother the satisfaction of winning this one and Bill would soon grow tired of Tom’s non-reaction.

Sure enough the weight on his back shifted and lifted a little, giving him room to wriggle around. He felt cool air hitting his lower back as his tee-shirts rode up, then suddenly, Bill’s fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down just far enough so his ass was bared. He tried to wriggle but -

Smack!

Tom’s eyes grew as wide as saucers as a loud slap rang out across the room and a stinging pain shot up his spine. Spluttering indistinct curses he attempted to roll on his back but Bill had him securely pinned to the bed yet once again.

“Bill have you completely lost your - ”

Smack!

Tom managed to twist his head around just far enough he could see Bill towering above him, one hand still on his back, holding him down, the other one brandishing the paddle brush, an amused but certainly evil little smile flickering over his face when he noticed the shocked expression on Tom’s face.

“It’s your fault I’m stranded here without anything decent to wear tomorrow,” Bill said in a tantalizingly low tone that made Tom’s head spin just a little, slowly waving the brush.

“Did you really think I was going to let you get away with that?” It sounded more like a statement than a question and before Tom could gather his wits to reply a series of semi hard slaps rained down on his bottom.

Bill ended it with a gentle little smack and Tom gasped as he felt a curious pain spreading across his ass cheeks, like the prickling of little needles, the skin growing hot.
Behind him, Bill tutted and delivered another series of light slaps, nowhere near as forceful as the first few before he stopped again.

“Hmm…” A cool hand stroked down the left cheek, patting the abused skin, “now that’s what I call pretty in pink.” Bill chuckled.
The heat blossomed and sowed down his sides, slipping between his thighs and Tom ground his teeth in frustration as he felt himself grow hard against the soft mattress.

The sheets rustled as Bill shifted above him, scooting up a little higher, still straddling his thigh and Tom thought he could feel Bill rub against him briefly but he might have just imagined it.
Tom lay still and waited. His arm was still pressed up against his back but Bill’s grip had loosened considerably by now and he could have rolled over easily if he wanted to.

He flinched a little when cold fingers ghosted over the heated skin, drawing random patterns across both cheeks and then Bill smacked him again, this time with his bare hand.
It was little more than a light slap but it sent heat race up the back of his spine and Tom couldn’t suppress a quiet moan.

“Like that, do you?” Bill purred, patting the abused skin lightly. Tom felt his cheeks heat up, his head spinning. He was painfully hard by now and his boxers were shoved down just far enough that the elastic rubbed against the tip. Every time he moved it stung a little, sending tiny jolts of involuntary pleasure racing up his spine.
“Answer me, Tomi,” Bill hissed, pinching his ass hard and making Tom yelp. Everything tingled, his whole body itching like it hadn't done in a long time.

“God, yes...what do you think?!” He managed to ground out between gritted teeth. At that Bill let go off his wrist, carefully unbending his arm again, till it lay by Tom's side again. His shoulder hurt from where Bill had twisted his arm in the socket but it was really insignificant compared to the whirling in his body, like every cell vibrated at lightning speed.

“I could think of one or two things you'd like even more...” Bill purred, his voice a dangerously low tone, gravely and heated. Sex voice, Bill's low mumble that was reserved for the bedroom only and just the tone of his brother's voice made Tom shiver in anticipation.

The next thing he felt was Bill's flat palms against his ass, spreading him and pushing his hips upwards. Warm breath ghosted against his entrance and the prickling spread from the abused skin up the length of his spine. He whimpered, surprised at the helpless little sound when it came out. He hadn't just been itching for a fight. Tom had been wanting for Bill to take over again, in every aspect of their lives.

Something warm and wet travelled down his crack, then up again, the muscles in Tom's legs beginning to shake under the strain. He felt tense all over and then, all of a sudden, Bill's tongue was gone. Tom looked over his shoulder, irritation already welling up at him. It was just like Bill to tease him, tempt him with the arguably best thing in the world and the simply stop.

“Just getting you more comfortable...” Bill said, roughly yanking down Tom's boxers, pulling them off along with his pants and throwing them on the floor.
Tom struggled out of his shirt, growling as he twisted himself in the billows of fabric.
“Don't you dare stopping with...you know,” he muttered as he threw the shirt of the bed, briefly stretching his arms before he resumed his position again.
Behind him, Bill chuckled and then leant over him, covering Tom's entire back with his upper body. He could feel his brother's hard-on rub against him, now only trapped in a pair of soft boxers.

Bill purred in contentment, his flat palm running down Tom's forearms.
“I'm gonna lick you and then,” Bill nipped at his neck, “I'm gonna fuck you...and then,” Bill shrugged above him, “maybe we'll see if you're up for another round, yeah?”
Tom simply nodded, too spellbound by his brother's rumbling voice and the prospects to say much at all at this point.

His twin's warm shadow slid off his back, Bill's hands running down along his sides, to his ass, spreading him again.
Tom's eyes squeezed shut and he started to chew on his lip when Bill's lips ghosted over the tight pucker of his ass, tongue flicking out, barely licking along the tight ring of muscle, teasing him.
The little flicks turned into steady, slow licks, Bill's fingertips tickling against the inside of his thigh, wandering upwards and under his body.

Bill cupped his balls, rolling the soft sac in his hand, pulling just lightly and Tom gasped. Bill's hand was still cold, almost uncomfortably so but the treatment was just too good to dwell on it for too long.

“God...yes,” Tom moaned low in his throat, letting his face drop forward, burying it in his hands as his brother fondled him. Bill's lips opened into a deep sucking kiss, making his toes curl against the bedding. He was painfully hard by now, his cock straining against his stomach, already slick with his arousal. When Bill poked his tongue out, wriggling it past the tight muscle, Tom abandoned the last remains of his self control and rocked back against his brother, feeling the surprised puff of breath it drew from Bill but ignoring it nonetheless.

Bill lazily licked him, taking his sweet time, his hand reaching down over Tom's hip, now warm hands wrapping around the stiff length, stroking him slowly. Tom's breath hitched in his throat, his toes tingling, muscles burning from the effort required to remain in the same position even though his muscles had all turned to liquid a long time ago already. He knew he could come from this; it had happened often enough already.

Bill pulled back his foreskin, sweeping two delicate fingers through the wetness welling at the top, smearing it down, just right under the head, gently swirling his fingers against the little band of skin that always made Tom's head spin, sent his heart racing.

He could feel his dick twitch with blood pressure against Bill's hand, the wetness trickling against his brother's palm as he nuzzled the head. Bill made a muffled noise, tickling his sweet spot again, licking a swathe up his crack and Tom's legs finally gave out under him and he slumped against the already crumpled bedding.

Bill chuckled and when Tom looked over his shoulder, his vision blurry for a moment, he saw his twin's flushed face, his cheeks pink as Bill wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Bill's boxers were tented at the front, his erection pressing up against the tight fabric.

Bill hummed to himself as he scrambled off the bed, standing on wonky legs as he dug into his toiletries bag at the foot of the bed, producing a colourful bottle of lube moments later. He wriggled it in triumph before tossing it at Tom.

“At least not everything was forgotten on the bus,” Bill joked, hooking his fingers under the elastic of his boxers and pulling them down.
With supreme effort Tom turned on his back, fiddling for the bottle that kept slipping out of his fingers; his coordination was gone out of the window, his hands shaking with the excitement boiling in his system.

“Up against the headboard,” Bill commanded, grabbing Tom's ankle and giving him a good squeeze as he knelt up on the bed.

“I don't get any say in this?” Tom quipped in faux irritation even though he was already backing up against the headboard, leaning back into the stack of throw cushions there.
Bill giggled to himself, moving up to Tom's legs and gripping his thighs, pulling them apart. He shook his head, a delighted sparkle in his eyes and something else, that strangely superior smile that made Tom's insides turn.

“Do you ever?” Bill teased, taking the lube out of his hand and squeezing a big glob of it onto his fingers. He leaned forward, grabbing one of Tom's legs at the hollow of his knee, pushing it up against his upper body.
“Now be a nice kitten and splay those lovely legs for me,” Bill mumbled, his lips already against Tom's.

They kissed, a teasing little kiss that turned into a heated battle of tongues. Tom sucked on his brother's tongue, making the piercing stud move in its hole and Bill gasped into Tom's mouth. A slicked up finger pushed up into him without preamble, Tom's eyes rolling up into his head, more in shock than in actual pain and Bill grinned into the kiss, wriggling his finger in deeper, adding a second one right away.

Tom huffed out a breath, too greedy for his twin's kisses to actually stop kissing Bill and get some air but the way Bill finger fucked and stretched him was literally taking his breath away. A few breathy curses managed their way out as soon as Bill pulled away from the kiss, smirking up at him in that especially devious way of his, a third finger pushing in and curling in just the right spot to make Tom's next breath come out in a strangled squeak.

“Goddamn you!” Bill smiled and curled his fingers again and Tom's head fell back against the stack of pillows.
“Fuck!” He gasped, his hips acquiring a will of their own, pushing down against Bill's fingers, making them bump against the good spot inside him again.
Through narrowed eyes, sweat already forming at his hairline, he watched Bill bend down over his belly, fingers still busy, his brother's tongue already peeking out from between his lips.

Bill winked at him, licking a slow path up the underside of Tom's dick, tongue trailing right along the vein bulging out and Tom jerked, the delicious sensations running up his back like little electrical jolts.

Bill pulled his fingers out, wiping off the lube on the sheets and grabbing Tom's hips, harder than would have been necessary. Tom winced as Bill's nails bored into his skin and Tom was pulled further down, his back slipping against the stack of pillows.

Tom was still too dazed to resist much and he let Bill fold up his legs against his chest, bending and spreading him up to an almost anatomy defying angles; Tom wheezed out a breath as his ribcage was crushed, Bill pushing his knees back.

He watched Bill coat himself in lube, stroking his hard length a couple of times, his lashes fluttering at the sensations. When Bill looked up at him again, his eyes were shining, almost black, his tongue working in his mouth, the stud clicking against Bill's teeth as he sucked it between his teeth.

With a swift move, Bill was up between Tom's legs, looming over him. Tom felt something blunt and slippery nudge his hole and he braced himself. The crooked little smile on his twin's face was indication enough that he was in for some rougher treatment. Not that he minded all that much...

Bill's arms hooked under the backs of his knees, his flat palms stemmed into the mattress on either side of Tom's sides as Bill sat on his haunches between his thighs. Bill smiled at him briefly, his hand vanishing between Tom's spread legs to where he couldn't see it anymore and then he pushed in.

With one smooth move, Bill slipped inside, forcing himself past the initial resistance till his hips were pressed flush against Tom's ass and they both stuttered out a breath. Tom wriggled under his brother, feeling the sweat start from between his shoulder blades where Bill's weight pressed him down into the pillows.

Bill pulled back again, making Tom bite down a groan that was more fuelled by discomfort than pleasure. He was folded almost in half and Bill felt five times bigger than he actually was, as his brother pulled back slowly, letting him feel every inch on purpose and enjoying the tightness.

Tom's fingers dug into the folds of the bedding, his arms starting to tense up and shake even though he willed himself to relax. Bill bit his bottom lip, chewed on it almost, his jaw set and that fixed look of concentration on his face as he pushed back in.

At some point their breathing always synced up and Tom found himself gasping for breath in times with Bill's slow and steady thrusts. Out when Bill pushed back in, in when Bill pulled back.

At some point their breathing always synced up and Tom found himself gasping for breath in times with Bill's slow and steady thrusts. Out when Bill pushed back in, in when Bill pulled back. They found their rhythm, moving against one another, Bill towering over him, Tom watching the play of the wiry muscle in his brother's arms and shoulders.

Eventually Bill released Tom's knees, letting them drop down to the mattress, closing his fingers around Tom's narrow hips and pulling him back into a particularly hard thrust, making Tom's eyes roll up into his head, a strangled moan fighting its way out.

Bill was hitting his sweet spot dead on, over and over again and Tom gave up on containing the sounds that were bubbling up in him. He groaned out loud, letting his head fall back against the headboard, his whole body limp and moving with Bill's steady, sharp thrusts.

He could feel his precome dribbling down on his belly, his arousal gripping round his lower half with an almost vice like grip, making everything ache and tense up in an almost painful way. Wedging one hand free from where he had dug his fingers into the sheets, Tom made a move to reach down and touch himself but Bill was quicker, taking both his wrists and pressing Tom's hands down into the mattress at his sides.

Tom winced, his brother's full weight on his wrists, holding him down and Bill let out a breathless chuckle, bending over to Tom's face and kissing him square on the mouth.
Tom resisted, nipping at Bill's bottom lip in some kind of aimless retaliation but soon surrendered to the kiss, opening his mouth and inviting Bill's tongue in.

Their tongues wound around each other lazily, the desperate little mewling sounds Tom made as he tried to push up against Bill, getting lost in the kiss. Tom turned his head away just enough, cheek pressed against Bill's, the heat radiating off his brother's skin almost like a smothering blanket, Tom made an attempt to speak but Bill shoved all the way back in, pressing against him.

A low groan rumbled up through Bill's chest, his brother's panting breath directly in his ear, Bill's arms shaking above him.
“Fucking do something...” Tom gasped, wriggling against Bill, trying to push up against his brother, to do anything that would push him that final step towards completion. He could feel his orgasm just waiting, tingling in his toes and the tips of his fingers and it was frustrating beyond anything to be kept hanging like this.

Tom jerked his arms but Bill wouldn't budge, instead just rolled his hips against Tom backside, the pressure increasing in just the right way to make Tom squirm against the cushions and he sobbed out a moan, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Please, just...” He breathed, his lungs burning as if he had just run a mile and Bill's grip on his wrist loosened.
A sweaty palm cupped his cheek, turning Tom's head up into another kiss, Bill's tongue barely slipping into his mouth before he pulled back again. Tom wedged his hand between his legs, palming the weeping tip and slicking the moisture down along the swollen flesh, his entire body shuddering with a throaty groan as he started to stroke himself sloppily.

Bill was hunched over him, their bodies rocking together, his brother's staccato breath loud in his ear.
“God, soon...” Bill breathed, his voice hoarse and scratchy, a wave of warmth slipping down the side of Tom's neck, making him shiver.

Tom bucked up into his hand, his legs tensing as his orgasm finally swapped over him and his vision became blurry, the insistent pulsing between his legs turning into a series of crippling spasm and he heard Bill moan into his ear, the thrusts speeding up as Tom rode out his orgasm, his toes curling so hard it was almost painful.

Somewhere in his daze, little circles of light dancing in his peripheral vision, Tom heard Bill groan and felt a shudder running through the body above him, Bill's nails digging into his shoulder. Goose bumps popped up along the length of his arms when Bill's pace slackened, a warmth spinning deep in Tom's belly and he closed his eyes enjoying the little tremors still zigzagging through the far ends of his body.

It seemed like a long time before Bill moved again, for the longest time the only noise in the room was Bill's laboured breaths and Tom's own tiny hiccups as he gasped for air despite being almost folded in half. His back hurt like hell, same as his ribcage, his legs almost cramped and he hardly felt it when Bill finally pulled out.

“Dammit...” Tom groaned, feeling his entire body prick with little aches and pains, as he delicately stretched his legs, feeling his joints pop back into place with a sharp stabbing pain.
Beside him, Bill sprawled on the bed, his chest still rising and falling with irregular breaths. His twin chuckled, wiping the sweat off his forehead, squinting up at him out of the corner of his eyes.

“God, that was good...” Bill breathed, wriggling in the sheets, rubbing his belly like he usually did when he felt supremely satisfied. He turned on his side, tickling his fingers up Tom's calf, a lazy smile melting all over his face.

“So good...” Bill mumbled, looking sleepy already, his eyelids drooping, mouth stretching into a massive yawn.
Willingly Tom followed the light pull on his ankle, slinking down on the mattress and laying down beside his brother. Long arms folded around him immediately, a carefully clenched claw scratching his belly in aimless circles while Bill propped up his head on Tom's shoulder, a tiny sigh breathed directly into his ear.

“We should definitely fight more often, Tomi...” Bill yawned again, leaning into him from, his entire body already heavy with imminent sleep. Tom chuckled quietly, his still dazed brain working too slowly for a proper repartee.

Bill's breath fell even and steady, a breathy snoring sound following and Tom knew the witty retort could wait just a little longer.