angst angst angst
Title: Amor
Author: Alyssa, nera_fiore
Pairing: Carlito (Carly) Colón/Primo (Eddie) Colón
Rating: somewhere between PG-13 and R
WARNING: Incest and angst, motherfuckers
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't own.
Summary: Blood is thicker than water, and everything will be alright as long as you've got your brother.
uhh...first things first...
"Amor" is the Spanish word for "love"
"Hermano" is the Spanish word for "brother"
"ayúdame" is the Spanish command for "help me"
With that, I have no idea where this came from, but I'm contemplating suing my dinner over it.
“You’re floating, a vapor that I couldn’t see
Here I am, stuck inside a yesterday.” -OAR, “Love and Memories”
“¡Hermano, hermano, ayúdame!”
He’s calling from behind a shower curtain as Carly rolls his eyes, setting down his literature homework. He already knows why he’s being called in to action, it’s the third time this week he’s heard Eddie’s shrill screech from the adjacent bathroom to the small room he shared with his younger brother. Carefully opening the door, the elder Puerto Rican’s hair brushes against the wooden grains and he smirks, his younger brother’s upper torso sticking out between the plastic and the wall, pointing with wide eyes.
“¡UNA ARAÑA! CARLY! GET IT! KILL IT!”
Carly laughs as his brother shudders while he quickly scoops up the small insect from an opposing wall in a paper cup, and contemplates holding it out in Eddie’s direction before releasing it outside. It’s tempting - there’s no where his younger brother can go while he’s still in the middle of his evening shower with suds dripping from his curly locks that match his own. Instead though, he decides it isn’t worth giving his brother a heart attack at age thirteen before his voice is fully cracked, even if it's for a few good, hearty laughs. Instead Carly takes the spider outside and returns him to his own family, his own brothers, while he considers looking up the number for an exterminator.
“¡Hermano, hermano, ayúdame!”
He can hear him calling from just inside the doorway as he’s making his way from the hallway in his new Miami home. The air is fresh tonight, and the bright Latino décor in the large, Hispanic neighborhood reminds him of the nights on the beaches in San Juan. The sound of Eddie’s voice breaks his reverie and Carly sprints to the front door, just in time to see his younger brother struggling with a large, cardboard box labeled “TROFEOS” - trophies - trying to wriggle his way in, blindly. Somehow, in the process of the matter, one of Eddie’s shoe laces has managed to catch itself on one of the small screws on the doorframe, and both men realize he can’t take another step without either twisting an ankle or breaking an entire box of the elder brother’s Puerto Rican wrestling championship awards. And while Carly isn’t exclusively partial to the trophies themselves, he knows it wouldn’t go over well if his father were to find out that he’d broken them all. Instead, he just chuckles slightly.
“How’d you manage this one?”
“Shut the fuck up and help me, will ya?”
“I don’t want to risk getting my hair caught.”
“You need a haircut anyway! Besides, if you recall, you called me in to help you move into this place, I don’t have to be here, but-”
“The girls love my hair, Ed. They love touching it, they love playing with it, they-”
“OKAY OKAY! WHATEVER, THEY LOVE IT, JUST HELP ME, OKAY?!”
With a laugh he finds himself leaving Eddie to struggle with the box at his awkward angle, rather than help him set it down and goes for his shoelace first, ripping part of the thread that seems to have become exceptionally partial to his front door. With a quick jerk, Eddie is free as he gracefully stumbles into the foyer of his brother’s new home, careful to just barely keep from dropping the large but flimsy, cardboard container.
“Nice save,” Carly remarks.
“I do what I can,” Eddie replies, setting down the box and holding up his middle finger instead.
“¡Hermano, hermano, ayúdame!”
It’s a diving crossbody from the opposite side of the ropes and Carly cringes as he hears the sound of his brother’s body being smacked against the canvas. He’s warned Rhodes a hundred times about how he needs to be more careful where he’s aiming with that thing, but never the less, Eddie is able to kick out. In front of his own face, DiBiase is charging and it’s an Irish whip into the ropes and a jump across Eddie’s back; the crowd is chanting for them. Hitting the ropes, Eddie is bouncing up now, looking into his eyes and nodding as the two members of the well established Legacy stable are coming for the rebound. Carly takes a split second to think, but before he can determine a combination, Eddie is shouting, “¡AHORA!” They lean back and kick out, in unison, sending the second generation Superstars sailing away.
The cheering is unbearable, especially when Rhodes falls out of the ring, and Carly rushes to his other opponent, quick to hold down his shoulder. “Go ahead,” he whispers to Eddie, “You deserve tonight’s pin.”
It’s only a house show, but the smile on Eddie’s face as the ref counts the pinfall and they’re handed back their tag belts makes Carly wonder if every night they win it’s like a replay of WrestleMania over and over and over again.
“¡Hermano, hermano, ayúdame!”
His head is thrown back; those hot, damp curls pressing against the headboard as he lets out a moan. His jaw is hanging open as the older man presses small, quick kisses to his throat, running his hands up and down his torso and his arms, feeling the soft divots and tone in the muscles of his figure. Carly sighs, rocking back on his knees, looking into his eyes, “Tell me what you want, niño,” he mutters as his fingers slowly trail to the front of his briefs. He can’t remember if he’s ever been this hard before in his life for any girl in Puerto Rico or on any of the tour rosters like he’s hard now. He doesn’t mind though, as Eddie’s heavy pants echo through the room.
“Please, Carlito, mi hermano, please, don’t stop, por favor!”
Carly smirks as his brother switches back and forth between the two languages, clearly unable to keep a steady thought as he reaches through the younger man’s briefs now too, leaning against him, stroking firmly though carefully, lips colliding with one another in the process. Eddie’s hands are in his hair and on his shoulders as he moans and cries out, thrusting into his grip.
“I’m gonna…fuck, I’m…” he moans into Carly’s grip, a small, wet patch leaking onto his underwear. It’s a few second more before he’s arching his back, spilling out onto his brother’s hand.
“Oh God, oh Dios mio,” he mutters, trying to regain his breathing. “Te amo mucho, Carly…” he can hear his voice trail as the words fall from his lips and land on Carly’s ears as he finishes into his own hand, coming hard and calling out his name.
“¡Hermano, hermano, ayúdame!”
It’s been a long tour since the last time they’ve been home, Carly thinks as he checks his watch and drops his bags at the door and turns to lock the key. The exhausting flight had only left him something of a bare minimum on cranberry juice after Jericho was done with it, and after a few delays on the rental car return, he was just glad enough to be back at his own home. He trudges through the hall and into the great room, calling his younger sibling’s name. Eddie had promised to meet him there, and he isn’t surprised to see that his brother had made it to the house before him, after all the chaos with Avis. He is, however surprised when the younger man doesn’t answer him, but instead looks on with glazed eyes.
“Carly?”
He can tell something isn’t right with the younger man by the sound of his voice, the expression on his face.
“Sí sí sí, mi hermano, ¿que paso? What’s wrong?!”
Eddie just shrugs as he sits, cross-legged on the couch, turning his head to look at him.
“I, um,” he mutters, looking down, Carly’s eyes following his. His brother’s phone is lying on the carpet.
“They, um...they’re talking about not renewing my contract for next year,” he speaks quietly, the words coming from his mouth just above a whisper. “They…they said they aren’t sure about my character. That they have things planned for you, but not for me, and they just don’t know…I have a meeting…”
The words hit Carly like a semi as he continues to speak.
“No, no Eddie, no! They can’t fire you, not yet, not now! You haven’t -you CAN’T! You haven’t been here long enough, I won’t stay! I’ll leave too, if you do! Te amo, Eddie, te amo...I-”
He leans over to the younger man - his brother, his own flesh and blood - and kisses him on the lips. “I won’t stay. Not if you’re leaving,” he whispers quietly in his ear. The blank expression melting from Eddie’s face as a tear spills from his eye and rolls down his cheek, disintegrating quietly as he slowly leans over and begins to kiss back.
Author: Alyssa, nera_fiore
Pairing: Carlito (Carly) Colón/Primo (Eddie) Colón
Rating: somewhere between PG-13 and R
WARNING: Incest and angst, motherfuckers
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't own.
Summary: Blood is thicker than water, and everything will be alright as long as you've got your brother.
uhh...first things first...
"Amor" is the Spanish word for "love"
"Hermano" is the Spanish word for "brother"
"ayúdame" is the Spanish command for "help me"
With that, I have no idea where this came from, but I'm contemplating suing my dinner over it.
“You’re floating, a vapor that I couldn’t see
Here I am, stuck inside a yesterday.” -OAR, “Love and Memories”
“¡Hermano, hermano, ayúdame!”
He’s calling from behind a shower curtain as Carly rolls his eyes, setting down his literature homework. He already knows why he’s being called in to action, it’s the third time this week he’s heard Eddie’s shrill screech from the adjacent bathroom to the small room he shared with his younger brother. Carefully opening the door, the elder Puerto Rican’s hair brushes against the wooden grains and he smirks, his younger brother’s upper torso sticking out between the plastic and the wall, pointing with wide eyes.
“¡UNA ARAÑA! CARLY! GET IT! KILL IT!”
Carly laughs as his brother shudders while he quickly scoops up the small insect from an opposing wall in a paper cup, and contemplates holding it out in Eddie’s direction before releasing it outside. It’s tempting - there’s no where his younger brother can go while he’s still in the middle of his evening shower with suds dripping from his curly locks that match his own. Instead though, he decides it isn’t worth giving his brother a heart attack at age thirteen before his voice is fully cracked, even if it's for a few good, hearty laughs. Instead Carly takes the spider outside and returns him to his own family, his own brothers, while he considers looking up the number for an exterminator.
“¡Hermano, hermano, ayúdame!”
He can hear him calling from just inside the doorway as he’s making his way from the hallway in his new Miami home. The air is fresh tonight, and the bright Latino décor in the large, Hispanic neighborhood reminds him of the nights on the beaches in San Juan. The sound of Eddie’s voice breaks his reverie and Carly sprints to the front door, just in time to see his younger brother struggling with a large, cardboard box labeled “TROFEOS” - trophies - trying to wriggle his way in, blindly. Somehow, in the process of the matter, one of Eddie’s shoe laces has managed to catch itself on one of the small screws on the doorframe, and both men realize he can’t take another step without either twisting an ankle or breaking an entire box of the elder brother’s Puerto Rican wrestling championship awards. And while Carly isn’t exclusively partial to the trophies themselves, he knows it wouldn’t go over well if his father were to find out that he’d broken them all. Instead, he just chuckles slightly.
“How’d you manage this one?”
“Shut the fuck up and help me, will ya?”
“I don’t want to risk getting my hair caught.”
“You need a haircut anyway! Besides, if you recall, you called me in to help you move into this place, I don’t have to be here, but-”
“The girls love my hair, Ed. They love touching it, they love playing with it, they-”
“OKAY OKAY! WHATEVER, THEY LOVE IT, JUST HELP ME, OKAY?!”
With a laugh he finds himself leaving Eddie to struggle with the box at his awkward angle, rather than help him set it down and goes for his shoelace first, ripping part of the thread that seems to have become exceptionally partial to his front door. With a quick jerk, Eddie is free as he gracefully stumbles into the foyer of his brother’s new home, careful to just barely keep from dropping the large but flimsy, cardboard container.
“Nice save,” Carly remarks.
“I do what I can,” Eddie replies, setting down the box and holding up his middle finger instead.
“¡Hermano, hermano, ayúdame!”
It’s a diving crossbody from the opposite side of the ropes and Carly cringes as he hears the sound of his brother’s body being smacked against the canvas. He’s warned Rhodes a hundred times about how he needs to be more careful where he’s aiming with that thing, but never the less, Eddie is able to kick out. In front of his own face, DiBiase is charging and it’s an Irish whip into the ropes and a jump across Eddie’s back; the crowd is chanting for them. Hitting the ropes, Eddie is bouncing up now, looking into his eyes and nodding as the two members of the well established Legacy stable are coming for the rebound. Carly takes a split second to think, but before he can determine a combination, Eddie is shouting, “¡AHORA!” They lean back and kick out, in unison, sending the second generation Superstars sailing away.
The cheering is unbearable, especially when Rhodes falls out of the ring, and Carly rushes to his other opponent, quick to hold down his shoulder. “Go ahead,” he whispers to Eddie, “You deserve tonight’s pin.”
It’s only a house show, but the smile on Eddie’s face as the ref counts the pinfall and they’re handed back their tag belts makes Carly wonder if every night they win it’s like a replay of WrestleMania over and over and over again.
“¡Hermano, hermano, ayúdame!”
His head is thrown back; those hot, damp curls pressing against the headboard as he lets out a moan. His jaw is hanging open as the older man presses small, quick kisses to his throat, running his hands up and down his torso and his arms, feeling the soft divots and tone in the muscles of his figure. Carly sighs, rocking back on his knees, looking into his eyes, “Tell me what you want, niño,” he mutters as his fingers slowly trail to the front of his briefs. He can’t remember if he’s ever been this hard before in his life for any girl in Puerto Rico or on any of the tour rosters like he’s hard now. He doesn’t mind though, as Eddie’s heavy pants echo through the room.
“Please, Carlito, mi hermano, please, don’t stop, por favor!”
Carly smirks as his brother switches back and forth between the two languages, clearly unable to keep a steady thought as he reaches through the younger man’s briefs now too, leaning against him, stroking firmly though carefully, lips colliding with one another in the process. Eddie’s hands are in his hair and on his shoulders as he moans and cries out, thrusting into his grip.
“I’m gonna…fuck, I’m…” he moans into Carly’s grip, a small, wet patch leaking onto his underwear. It’s a few second more before he’s arching his back, spilling out onto his brother’s hand.
“Oh God, oh Dios mio,” he mutters, trying to regain his breathing. “Te amo mucho, Carly…” he can hear his voice trail as the words fall from his lips and land on Carly’s ears as he finishes into his own hand, coming hard and calling out his name.
“¡Hermano, hermano, ayúdame!”
It’s been a long tour since the last time they’ve been home, Carly thinks as he checks his watch and drops his bags at the door and turns to lock the key. The exhausting flight had only left him something of a bare minimum on cranberry juice after Jericho was done with it, and after a few delays on the rental car return, he was just glad enough to be back at his own home. He trudges through the hall and into the great room, calling his younger sibling’s name. Eddie had promised to meet him there, and he isn’t surprised to see that his brother had made it to the house before him, after all the chaos with Avis. He is, however surprised when the younger man doesn’t answer him, but instead looks on with glazed eyes.
“Carly?”
He can tell something isn’t right with the younger man by the sound of his voice, the expression on his face.
“Sí sí sí, mi hermano, ¿que paso? What’s wrong?!”
Eddie just shrugs as he sits, cross-legged on the couch, turning his head to look at him.
“I, um,” he mutters, looking down, Carly’s eyes following his. His brother’s phone is lying on the carpet.
“They, um...they’re talking about not renewing my contract for next year,” he speaks quietly, the words coming from his mouth just above a whisper. “They…they said they aren’t sure about my character. That they have things planned for you, but not for me, and they just don’t know…I have a meeting…”
The words hit Carly like a semi as he continues to speak.
“No, no Eddie, no! They can’t fire you, not yet, not now! You haven’t -you CAN’T! You haven’t been here long enough, I won’t stay! I’ll leave too, if you do! Te amo, Eddie, te amo...I-”
He leans over to the younger man - his brother, his own flesh and blood - and kisses him on the lips. “I won’t stay. Not if you’re leaving,” he whispers quietly in his ear. The blank expression melting from Eddie’s face as a tear spills from his eye and rolls down his cheek, disintegrating quietly as he slowly leans over and begins to kiss back.