"Happy Valentines Day, Ed'ard"
Must have: I like twincest. That's all I know for sure :)
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Rating: PG?
A/N: Hope it's okay! :)
EDIT: LJ reallly hates me tonight :'( Have tried posting this a million times and every time I LJ cut it deleted itself!
"Happy Valentines Day, Ed'ard"
Edward had never celebrated Valentines Day before.
There was never any need to, he'd never had a girlfriend or anything, and so, to him it was always just another day.
He never thought that John was the 'Valentines' type. He was never any less affectionate than himself, but Edward was, admittedly the more cuddly, touchy-feely one.
So, it had been a surprise for Edward when he had woken up on the 14th February, to soft butterfly kisses, trailing from his eyelids, down his nose and across his cheeks. His eyes fluttered open and he was greeted to the smiling face of his twin, his blonde hair beautifully mussed, all soft with no traces of gel.
"Hey you," John smiled down at him, his legs straddling Edward's small waist, his right hand cupping his brother's warm cheek.
Edward beamed back at him, a slightly bemused expression on his sleepy face, "Hey yourself."
John pushed their identical mouths together both delicately and passionately and Edward let himself sink into the mattress, the warmth of his brother's body pressed against his made his heart swell in his chest.
"Happy Valentines Day, Ed'ard" John whispered breathily when they finally pulled away. He leaned back, looking down at Edward with a smile on his face. Before Edward could reply, John had lent sideways, the top half of his body disappearing out of his eyesight.
"John?" Edward laughed, his hands grabbing his brother's hips to stop him from toppling over.
John pushed himself back up, Edward silently appreciating the view of the muscles of his bare torso flexing as he did so, a small grin stretching the corner of his mouth upwards.
John held out his hands, and Edward saw the heavily cellotaped package being held out to him. John's expression took him way back to the beginning of their 'career', that first audition, when they stood behind the curtains, waiting to go on and perform to the waiting crowd.
He had been unbelievably excited, of course he had, John had been dreaming of this moment since they were little, watching Britney and Justin gracing the screen of the telly in their living room. And as they practised until they moved like little mirrors of their heroes, John would squeak-(literally, they were that young)- about how one day, one day it would be their image projected all over the world.
And so even though they both knew that this could be their moment, their big break, Edward could see that John was nervous. Not ohmyGodIcan'tdothis nervous, just apprehensive, worried about the reception they would get. Edward had just put his arm around him, and gave his hand a squeeze, comforting, and John had grinned at him, the tension visibly leaving his body.
John looked similarily nervous now, as his fingers dug into the blue tissue paper wrapped around the gift. He was smiling though and a small blush painted his pale cheeks.
Edward wordlessly accepted the parcel and after looking at his brother once more, carefully tore open the paper.
He felt his throat physically tighten as he saw what was inside.
It was a book, a kind of scrapbook and on the front cover there was an assortment of pictures, from when they were babies, toddlers, up through the years, and one right in the middle, of them now, heads pressed together, arms wrapped around one another, tightly. Above it was a rainbow of letters spelling, 'JOHN♥ED'ARD.'
"I'm sorry about the whole 'Ed'ard' thing, it's just that there wasn't enough room to put the full sentence and you always say that I call you Ed'ard, but I've never really noticed-"
Edward stopped John's rambling apology by pressing their lips together. It also swallowed the sob that left his throat at the beautiful gift his brother had given him, "It's perfect, like so perfect!" He kissed him again, "I can't believe you did this for me!"
John was properly blushing now and his lips had become reddened by Edward's, he shrugged a little, his long fingers playing with their shared duvet, "I just wanted to show you how I feel." He sat up, from his postion on top of Edward and moved around until he was sitting upright against the headboard, pulling Edward up so that he leant against him, "Open it."
Edward did so, carefully making sure that he didn't damage his brother's beautiful work.
There were more pictures inside, and little handwritten captions, laden with exclamation marks and smiley faces as John took him on a journey, their journey, through his eyes.
They sat there for God-knows how long, laughing and remembering, their hands linked together as they made their way through the book.
A thought suddenly came to Edward, "When did you do all this?" He asked John, pausing over a screenshot from their 'Oops I Did It Again' performance, "I'm with you, like all the time."
John smiled at the statement before replying, "I did a bit each night, when you were asleep."
Edward smiled back, bringing his hand up to cup John's cheek, "No wonder you've been so tired lately!" He told him, remembering John's sleepy smile the other morning when he was so tired that Edward had to style his hair for him.
John laughed softly, "I didn't want you finding out!"
Edward laughed back, the grin sticking on his face as he spoke,"Thank you, like really, thank you so much, this is so lovely and you're so lovely and deadly and I don't deserve you!" His fingers played with the short hairs at the back of John's head as he looked into the eyes of his brother, his best friend and his boyfriend.
"You deserve everything you get," John told him, "And I'm really glad you like it, because I know I don't always, like show you how much I love you, and I know I push you with like everything, this is just me saying thank you, I guess."
"There's no need to thank me, John, I love you."
"I love you too."
They brought their lips together at precisely the same time, hands stroking soft skin and legs tangling together as their bodies fitted together perfectly. Edward thought that that he was the luckiest person alive. He had a wonderful family, great friends and he was at the beginning of a career that he thought could only existed in dreams.
But the thing that made him the most lucky was John, his beautiful, funny, talented twin whom he adored with every inch of his being.
He had yet to give John the gift he had picked out for him, but all that could wait, because Edward wanted to show his brother how much he adored him, and that he could, and would, do every day of every year.
Edward had never celebrated Valentines Day before, until John and Edward celebrated Valentines Day.