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7.7. "So - you don't drink, you don't smoke, and you don't gamble. What do you do then? C'mon Michael, there must be something for you to confess! A little wank on the sofa during Baywatch isn't a mortal sin!"
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Aiden’s eyes had been on his Martini glass nursed in his hands when Pat excused himself with a soft kiss to Aiden’s lips for a quick trip to the men’s room. They weren’t even one drink in and Aiden found himself left alone with The Other Twin. He lifted his head and offered a polite smile to the other man across the table. He was so much like Pat, yet so different at the same time. The eyes were the same, the height was the same, the strawberry blond hair colour was the same, the accent was the same. But where Pat was slight and feminine in his build, Cameron was built, stocky and masculine. Pat’s hair was longer, falling in his face with dyed pink tips, and Cameron’s was short back and sides, darker in colour due to its cropped length. Pat had a feminine edge to his tone of voice which wasn’t there in Cameron. They might be identical twins, but years of living different lives of gay and straight had seem them become very different in their adulthood. Even down to their contrasting choice of drinks, Pat with an elaborate Mocktail complete with pink umbrella and Cameron opting for a Corona beer. Still, the inseparable twin closeness was there and that was more than evident now in the way Cameron was looking at Aiden.
“You don’t need me to tell you I will kill you if you hurt him,” Cameron finally spoke up. Until this moment, the conversation had been light, mostly between the brothers as they caught up and Aiden more than willing to blend nervously into the background. But now, with Pat taking a wiz, he couldn’t exactly not speak to the twin and the conversation seemed to be about to go in exactly the way he anticipated it. “And I’m not exaggerating.”
“I don’t blame you,” Aiden returned, clearing his throat.
Cameron took a swig of beer and swallowed it slowly. “I can’t deny you’ve made all the right noises so far. Are you taking him for a ride?”
“No,” Aiden said immediately and firmly, blue eyes locking on Cameron’s face. “I’ve fallen in love with him. I know there are arseholes out there with fucking questionable intentions, but I’m not one of them. If it makes you feel any better, I was stunned he even looked twice at me. Why should he? He was putting enough at risk even trying, let alone actually beginning a relationship.”
“You do realise what dating our Pat means, don’t you? The slightest hint you’re going to fuck him over like that last arsehole and I’ll rip your cock painfully off your body and make earrings out of your balls. I’m not backwards in coming forwards, mate. You hurt our Pat and I’ll hurt you,” Cameron insisted, leaning forward. “But you make him happy and keep that smile on his face I saw earlier and I’ll kiss your fucking feet. He has a lot of love to give, but he also deserves a lot in return. But it’s not that easy. Especially not when he’s sick. It’s taken all our effort as a family not to pack him up on a plane to England repeatedly. But he’s a stubborn and determined shit. He wanted to stay and it fucking kills us as a family repeatedly to know he’s over here like that and we’re back home. Do you know the enormity of what you’re taking on?”
Aiden scratched his head. “Do you want me to say no so you can take me behind the bar and thump me?” he asked, a small frown appearing on his face. “Pat’s explained as much as words can cover. I’ve done my own research. I’ve spoken to Pat’s friends who are doctors, but until I experience it myself, how can I possibly confirm to you that I do know what I’m taking on? I love him and I’m willing to do anything for him. Beyond that, I need to learn, just like you probably did when he was first diagnosed.”
“What if he has an attack, it all comes to the crunch, and you can’t handle it?” Cameron asked, frowning. “You go on your happy little way and leave Pat high and dry to deal with a broken heart?”
“God-fucking-damnit!” Aiden finally snapped, banging his fist down on the table. “What if Pat’s dick dropped off and I wasn’t even in the same state as him? What if I shaved the peace sign into my head? What if Tara gives birth to a haggis? What if, what if, what fucking if! Give me a fucking chance to prove myself before you goddamn write me off! I’m trying here! I don’t know what more I can say to you to prove that I fucking love him and would do anything for him! You want me carve it into my arm so you can keep the blood for posterity? Because I’ll fucking do it!”
“Cam?”
Aiden’s eyes fell closed as he heard Pat’s questioning voice behind him and his face flushed deeply. Fuck. Pat wasn’t supposed to hear any of that. He forced himself to turn and look up at his boyfriend… hopefully still his boyfriend, anyway. Pat was looking between the two of them in confusion, looking distinctly like he was about to yell at someone. “Pat, I just-”
But Pat cut him off by holding his hand up. “Don’t suffocate me, Cameron. If it’s going to fuck up, it’s going to fuck up on Aiden and my own territory. It’s hard enough as it is without you making him think he’s never going to be good enough.”
Aiden’s blue eyes never left Pat’s face and he had to swallow back a clench of emotion in his throat. Cameron nodded and then stood up to round the table and hug his brother tightly. “I’m sorry, Patto. I just couldn’t handle seeing you hurt again.”
Pat hugged him back securely, rubbing his back. The hug lingered for quite a few moments and he inevitably got emotional about seeing his twin again. “You know you’ll be the first I come to if I do,” he promised. “But I won’t. I love him, okay? That’s got to be enough, Cam. I want it to be enough.” He pulled away with a small laughed, wiping at his eyes. “Now, how about that drink?” He sat back down beside Aiden and took his hand, kissing his fingers.
Aiden just smiled and nodded. It might’ve seemed like a small hurdle on the face of it, but to Aiden, it felt like he’d just leapt over the fucking Grand Canyon.
Pat is sexyinscrubs and used with permission
Word Count | 1,080
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Aiden’s eyes had been on his Martini glass nursed in his hands when Pat excused himself with a soft kiss to Aiden’s lips for a quick trip to the men’s room. They weren’t even one drink in and Aiden found himself left alone with The Other Twin. He lifted his head and offered a polite smile to the other man across the table. He was so much like Pat, yet so different at the same time. The eyes were the same, the height was the same, the strawberry blond hair colour was the same, the accent was the same. But where Pat was slight and feminine in his build, Cameron was built, stocky and masculine. Pat’s hair was longer, falling in his face with dyed pink tips, and Cameron’s was short back and sides, darker in colour due to its cropped length. Pat had a feminine edge to his tone of voice which wasn’t there in Cameron. They might be identical twins, but years of living different lives of gay and straight had seem them become very different in their adulthood. Even down to their contrasting choice of drinks, Pat with an elaborate Mocktail complete with pink umbrella and Cameron opting for a Corona beer. Still, the inseparable twin closeness was there and that was more than evident now in the way Cameron was looking at Aiden.
“You don’t need me to tell you I will kill you if you hurt him,” Cameron finally spoke up. Until this moment, the conversation had been light, mostly between the brothers as they caught up and Aiden more than willing to blend nervously into the background. But now, with Pat taking a wiz, he couldn’t exactly not speak to the twin and the conversation seemed to be about to go in exactly the way he anticipated it. “And I’m not exaggerating.”
“I don’t blame you,” Aiden returned, clearing his throat.
Cameron took a swig of beer and swallowed it slowly. “I can’t deny you’ve made all the right noises so far. Are you taking him for a ride?”
“No,” Aiden said immediately and firmly, blue eyes locking on Cameron’s face. “I’ve fallen in love with him. I know there are arseholes out there with fucking questionable intentions, but I’m not one of them. If it makes you feel any better, I was stunned he even looked twice at me. Why should he? He was putting enough at risk even trying, let alone actually beginning a relationship.”
“You do realise what dating our Pat means, don’t you? The slightest hint you’re going to fuck him over like that last arsehole and I’ll rip your cock painfully off your body and make earrings out of your balls. I’m not backwards in coming forwards, mate. You hurt our Pat and I’ll hurt you,” Cameron insisted, leaning forward. “But you make him happy and keep that smile on his face I saw earlier and I’ll kiss your fucking feet. He has a lot of love to give, but he also deserves a lot in return. But it’s not that easy. Especially not when he’s sick. It’s taken all our effort as a family not to pack him up on a plane to England repeatedly. But he’s a stubborn and determined shit. He wanted to stay and it fucking kills us as a family repeatedly to know he’s over here like that and we’re back home. Do you know the enormity of what you’re taking on?”
Aiden scratched his head. “Do you want me to say no so you can take me behind the bar and thump me?” he asked, a small frown appearing on his face. “Pat’s explained as much as words can cover. I’ve done my own research. I’ve spoken to Pat’s friends who are doctors, but until I experience it myself, how can I possibly confirm to you that I do know what I’m taking on? I love him and I’m willing to do anything for him. Beyond that, I need to learn, just like you probably did when he was first diagnosed.”
“What if he has an attack, it all comes to the crunch, and you can’t handle it?” Cameron asked, frowning. “You go on your happy little way and leave Pat high and dry to deal with a broken heart?”
“God-fucking-damnit!” Aiden finally snapped, banging his fist down on the table. “What if Pat’s dick dropped off and I wasn’t even in the same state as him? What if I shaved the peace sign into my head? What if Tara gives birth to a haggis? What if, what if, what fucking if! Give me a fucking chance to prove myself before you goddamn write me off! I’m trying here! I don’t know what more I can say to you to prove that I fucking love him and would do anything for him! You want me carve it into my arm so you can keep the blood for posterity? Because I’ll fucking do it!”
“Cam?”
Aiden’s eyes fell closed as he heard Pat’s questioning voice behind him and his face flushed deeply. Fuck. Pat wasn’t supposed to hear any of that. He forced himself to turn and look up at his boyfriend… hopefully still his boyfriend, anyway. Pat was looking between the two of them in confusion, looking distinctly like he was about to yell at someone. “Pat, I just-”
But Pat cut him off by holding his hand up. “Don’t suffocate me, Cameron. If it’s going to fuck up, it’s going to fuck up on Aiden and my own territory. It’s hard enough as it is without you making him think he’s never going to be good enough.”
Aiden’s blue eyes never left Pat’s face and he had to swallow back a clench of emotion in his throat. Cameron nodded and then stood up to round the table and hug his brother tightly. “I’m sorry, Patto. I just couldn’t handle seeing you hurt again.”
Pat hugged him back securely, rubbing his back. The hug lingered for quite a few moments and he inevitably got emotional about seeing his twin again. “You know you’ll be the first I come to if I do,” he promised. “But I won’t. I love him, okay? That’s got to be enough, Cam. I want it to be enough.” He pulled away with a small laughed, wiping at his eyes. “Now, how about that drink?” He sat back down beside Aiden and took his hand, kissing his fingers.
Aiden just smiled and nodded. It might’ve seemed like a small hurdle on the face of it, but to Aiden, it felt like he’d just leapt over the fucking Grand Canyon.
Pat is sexyinscrubs and used with permission
Word Count | 1,080