Entre Nous
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warnings: not yet listed; read at your own risk
Six weeks and four visits after Graham falls in love, Homer finally leaves him alone with the twins.
He arrives in the mansion to find a pair of familiar faces waiting for him in the living room and, as expected, no uncle in sight. Grinning fit to burst, he takes each twin by the hand, Neil on his left and Lyle on his right; then he half-leads, half-pulls them into his favourite guest bedroom, the one with stone floors and a massive oak-framed bed covered in pillows.
"We get to fuck in a real bed this time?" Lyle asks, smirking. "Classy." Graham laughs, tugs him closer-- letting go of Neil in the process-- and kisses him passionately.
"If you like," he answers, breathless, when they break apart. "Or read, or sing, or sit and talk for hours, or anything we please. Unc-- Homer said he had some business to take care of, and I'm to keep watch over the pair of you until tomorrow." He kisses Lyle again, briefly, and then turns to give Neil his fair share. In his excitement, he wraps both arms around Neil's slender body and squeezes until Neil breaks the kiss, laughing, to disengage from his embrace and breathe.
Undaunted, Graham twirls and hugs Lyle, who won't mind having all the air squeezed out of him. When he lets go, having successfully communicated his delight to both smiling twins, he perches on the edge of the bed and beams at them.
"What's gotten into you?" Neil asks, sitting down beside him and laying a warm hand on his knee. "You're always happy to see us, but..."
"Not this happy," Graham finishes. "I know." He twinkles. "It's just-- I love Uncle Homer, really I do, but he can be so restrictive. All proper behaviour as befits a true warrior and so forth. Which is good for me, because I'm not a terribly proper person, but I like to let myself run wild now and then."
He pauses for breath. When he continues, his voice is softer, reflecting the decline of his confidence.
"And I want to get to know you better. To know you, not just your wonderful hands--" he picks up one of Neil's and kisses the fingertips-- "and your wonderful lips--" he presses his own to the corner of Neil's mouth, drawing back before Neil can deepen the kiss. "I want to be your friend. Not just a lover, not just a customer." Shyly, he looks at the floor, smiling despite the embarrassed heat rising in his cheeks. "If you'll have me."
Neil's fingers cup his chin, guiding his face up and around. Graham looks up, with a flutter of uncertainty in his heart, to find a radiant smile waiting for him. "I'd love to," Neil murmurs. The smile and the accompanying sentiment dazzle Graham completely. He pulls Neil into an impulsive cuddle, laughing with affection and relief.
A warm presence settling against his leg reminds him that there's a third party to this conversation; he looks down. Lyle crosses his arms over Graham's knees and rests his chin on them thoughtfully. "If we're friends, can I still suck your cock?"
Graham laughs again, unwrapping an arm from around Neil to ruffle Lyle's hair. "My darling, no power on this Earth or off it could move me to forbid you."
Lyle grins up at him cheekily. "In that case, you're on."
He wishes that all friendships might begin this easily.
warnings: not yet listed; read at your own risk
Six weeks and four visits after Graham falls in love, Homer finally leaves him alone with the twins.
He arrives in the mansion to find a pair of familiar faces waiting for him in the living room and, as expected, no uncle in sight. Grinning fit to burst, he takes each twin by the hand, Neil on his left and Lyle on his right; then he half-leads, half-pulls them into his favourite guest bedroom, the one with stone floors and a massive oak-framed bed covered in pillows.
"We get to fuck in a real bed this time?" Lyle asks, smirking. "Classy." Graham laughs, tugs him closer-- letting go of Neil in the process-- and kisses him passionately.
"If you like," he answers, breathless, when they break apart. "Or read, or sing, or sit and talk for hours, or anything we please. Unc-- Homer said he had some business to take care of, and I'm to keep watch over the pair of you until tomorrow." He kisses Lyle again, briefly, and then turns to give Neil his fair share. In his excitement, he wraps both arms around Neil's slender body and squeezes until Neil breaks the kiss, laughing, to disengage from his embrace and breathe.
Undaunted, Graham twirls and hugs Lyle, who won't mind having all the air squeezed out of him. When he lets go, having successfully communicated his delight to both smiling twins, he perches on the edge of the bed and beams at them.
"What's gotten into you?" Neil asks, sitting down beside him and laying a warm hand on his knee. "You're always happy to see us, but..."
"Not this happy," Graham finishes. "I know." He twinkles. "It's just-- I love Uncle Homer, really I do, but he can be so restrictive. All proper behaviour as befits a true warrior and so forth. Which is good for me, because I'm not a terribly proper person, but I like to let myself run wild now and then."
He pauses for breath. When he continues, his voice is softer, reflecting the decline of his confidence.
"And I want to get to know you better. To know you, not just your wonderful hands--" he picks up one of Neil's and kisses the fingertips-- "and your wonderful lips--" he presses his own to the corner of Neil's mouth, drawing back before Neil can deepen the kiss. "I want to be your friend. Not just a lover, not just a customer." Shyly, he looks at the floor, smiling despite the embarrassed heat rising in his cheeks. "If you'll have me."
Neil's fingers cup his chin, guiding his face up and around. Graham looks up, with a flutter of uncertainty in his heart, to find a radiant smile waiting for him. "I'd love to," Neil murmurs. The smile and the accompanying sentiment dazzle Graham completely. He pulls Neil into an impulsive cuddle, laughing with affection and relief.
A warm presence settling against his leg reminds him that there's a third party to this conversation; he looks down. Lyle crosses his arms over Graham's knees and rests his chin on them thoughtfully. "If we're friends, can I still suck your cock?"
Graham laughs again, unwrapping an arm from around Neil to ruffle Lyle's hair. "My darling, no power on this Earth or off it could move me to forbid you."
Lyle grins up at him cheekily. "In that case, you're on."
He wishes that all friendships might begin this easily.