Jude held Georgie close, sliding a hand under his shirt and resting his hand against the skin on his stomach. Georgie chatted happily to Max, straining forward a little so he could see him, and Jude rubbed his tummy slightly. “Where are we going?” he asked his dad, who couldn’t stop smiling at his youngest son.
For a minute Jude felt a little jealous. Arthur and Georgie hadn’t been this happy with just him for a long time.
He shook the thought from his head though, because his little brother was home safe. That was all that mattered.
That and the fact that Georgie was sitting on his lap, not Max’s.
“Asian buffet,” Arthur told him as they pulled into a parking lot. Jude let Georgie out of the car first, wrapping his arms around Georgie’s waist and waiting for his brother and dad to lead the way.
After they got their food and sat down, Georgie and Jude in one booth and Max and Arthur in the other.
Jude wrapped his hand around Georgie’s thigh as they ate, and brushed his foot against Arthur’s. Arthur smiled at him and Georgie scooted closer but both of them were completely focused on Max.
Maybe he was a bit jealous after all.
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Georgie was born when Julian was two and a half years old. It was his first memory. He was allowed to see the baby, but only with his daddy holding him and the baby firmly in Blaine’s arms. Julian didn’t understand much, just saw a baby that had curlier hair than the baby they already had at home. So he just stuck his thumb in his mouth and stared.
Later, Georgie and Max had a lot of play dates. Julian was jealous. He didn’t have someone his age that lived next door, and he didn’t really have a lot of friends his age. He was home except for day care and all of the kids at his day care were mean to him.
So he crashed Max’s play dates and ended up playing with Georgie more than Max did. He thought he made Max jealous but he didn’t care. Georgie was fun and he was older so he deserved the better toys. Also, Georgie giggled more around him.
In elementary school, Julian made more friends, older friends, fourth grade friends who had Gameboys and didn’t want to play dumb baby games like Georgie and Max did. He didn’t share a recess with them anymore, he was in the big kid recess, and so he kind of just faded away from them.
Max was pretty happy about that.
Julian was in high school by the time Georgie and Max started seventh grade. He had spent his elementary years keeping his distance, only really hanging out with his younger brother and his brother’s best friend when necessary. When Georgie’s dads got a divorce, Julian suddenly felt for him.
So he reached out for him and brought him into his circle of freshmen.
Georgie didn’t fit in completely. He was young and awkward and more interested in playing games than drinking. But Julian had realized just how much he liked him… so he stayed.
When they were in eighth grade, Max told Georgie that he liked him as more than a friend. Georgie blushed and the two started what could be called a tumulus courtship. They spent more time together and even went on a date to the movies and held hands.
Julian wasn’t pleased. So he did the only thing he could think of doing. One day when Georgie was over, he pulled him close and kissed him. He knew it was Georgie’s first kiss and it was probably wrong, he was sort of dating his little brother, but he didn’t care.
Georgie kissed back and that was what mattered. “Be mine,” Julian muttered once they broke apart, more experience at sixteen than Max at thirteen-going-on-fourteen; more confident in what he wanted and more sure than he wanted this eighth grader in his life.
Georgie agreed and Julian picked him up and spun him around.
Max got angry. He didn’t talk to either of them for going on a year. Julian felt bad, especially when he saw his parents start to take sides, but he had Georgie and it was more than he had hoped.
He left his private school his junior year to go to the public school Georgie started his freshman year. He took electives with him, ate lunch while holding his hand, and helped him with his homework after school in between kisses.
Right before Julian graduated, he asked Georgie to marry him. He knew they were young and that it was insane to even think about marriage that early: but he also knew that Georgie was the only one for him.
Julian decided that, for someone the same age as his brother just with a bit curlier hair, Georgie was pretty amazing.
To be quite honest, Kieran was a complete and total dick. He hadn’t always been like that, or at least he didn’t think he was. He used to be as sweet as Levi. At least he thought so. Sometimes his dad would mention that Kieran had a stormier temper when he was younger, but was generally just as sweet as his twin. He believed that.
Then they hit puberty and Kieran started to get jealous. His dad taught them piano when they started elementary school and they had been almost evenly matched for most of their childhood. Once they reached adolescence, Levi excelled at piano, while Kieran stayed mediocre. Levi also started getting better grades. Levi was quieter, but he smiled more, and everyone liked Levi the best. No one ever told Kieran that to his face. Kieran could just tell.
In seventh grade, Kieran started playing sports. It was the one thing Levi didn’t do, and definitely wasn’t better at. Kieran still wasn’t that great. He barely made A-team his eighth grade year and he didn’t start. At least.
Not until the coach’s assistant started to take an interest in him.
Up until that point, Kieran only had an interest in girls. He even had a tentative girlfriend, Sarah, who he went to the movies with and held her hand in the hallway. He hadn’t even kissed her, although he had thought about it. He had talked to Levi about it, even, fantasizing about what it must be like. They saw their parents do it enough to wonder, after all.
Sarah wasn’t Kieran’s first kiss.
The coach’s assistant cornered him, alone, in the showers after practice. He promised a permanent starting position on the team, something Levi would never have, and threatened to kick him off the team if he refused. All he had to do was give up one little thing, something irrelevant to the rest of his life.
Finally, teary eyed, Kieran agreed.
He didn’t tell anyone but Levi. Even then, he made it out to be something it wasn’t. “I totally seduced Coach Holly in the showers today,” he boasts while they’re sitting cross-legged on Levi’s bed trying to figure out the complicated math homework they’ve been given.
Levi made a face, looking up at him. “What? What about Sarah?” he asked, because just yesterday Kieran had been talking about first kisses and sappy dreams about his girlfriend.
“Sarah and I are done,” Kieran scoffed, because how could he look her in the eye now?
Levi scrunched his nose, but shrugged. “Okay,” he said, sounding a little uncertain, “what’d you get on number nine?”
Kieran had the wrong answer. Levi was right as usual.
Sarah confronted him the next day during lunch about his break up text message. “I thought you really liked me,” she said, on the verge of tears.
Kieran did really like her. He still really liked her. “Maybe I would have liked you more if you actually put out,” he said, wanting to cringe at his own comment. He saw Sarah’s heart break.
He decided no more relationships after that. Luckily he ended up at a different high school than Sarah. In his third week of high school, Kieran’s math teacher kept him after class. Kieran hadn’t realized how bad he must have been doing in that class, at least not until the math teacher was locking the door and offering a better grade in exchange for a blowjob.
Kieran kept that one a secret from Levi.
He did start to get much better grades in math, though. Both of his dads complimented him, every time he brought home a test. He decided that made it worth it, although he had to brush his teeth six times when he got home, and still felt pretty gross.
Kieran started going out again. He kept his word; he didn’t do relationships. They weren’t worth it. Instead he went to parties and hooked up in dark bedrooms. His first kiss was two years after he lost his virginity, in a crowded room filled to the brim with drunken teenagers. A girl plopped herself down in his lap and kissed him. She was drunk. He didn’t remember it the next morning.
Levi stayed brilliant the more Kieran started to self-destruct. By the time they were juniors, Kieran had a reputation as a whore. He had a reputation as a party boy and as a complete dick. His reputation fit him to a tee.
He didn’t know how his fathers never found out about the drinking. He didn’t know how his fathers never noticed the drugs or the sex. They noticed everything Levi did. Levi got another A on another test in another class he already had a 100% in and he still got a celebratory dinner. Lennon played a piano recital and Blaine and Nick were there cheering her on. Belle learned how to count to one hundred and his dads would listen to every number on the way.
Kieran stumbled home at two in the morning with red eyes and his shirt on backward and they were already in bed.
Sometimes Kieran wanted nothing more than to be caught.
The wrong person figured it out. His eleventh grade history teacher kept him after class and mentioned that he had heard of Kieran’s “conquests.” That he had a reputation of a slut who whored himself out to teachers for better grades. That although his history grade was okay, no one would wonder why if it suddenly went downhill, because he wasn’t nearly as smart as Levi.
That one hurt the most. Kieran knew it was true, but to be told it straight out…
Kieran kept his mouth shut and did what his teacher asked.
When Charlotte, little Lotte, the next-door neighbor that Kieran and Levi had grown up with, admitted she liked him, he laughed at her. She was too sweet to get involved with him. When she kissed him, he shoved her away. He didn’t want to ruin her. Later, Levi told him that he liked her. Kieran decided he hated her.
Kieran stole Levi’s first kiss away from him. He knew it wasn’t right. But Levi was talking about how he wanted it to be special, how he wanted to be in love, and all Kieran could think about was how unfair it was that even though they were identical, their lives could be so different.
They didn’t talk about it after that.
On the twins’ seventeenth birthday, Kieran didn’t show up to the party he knew his dads had planned for them. He went to one of his friend’s house and drank instead. Levi came looking for him, and when he found him, he just shook his head and took him home.
That was when his dads noticed. He got screamed at and grounded, but nothing really changed.
When Levi got sick, Kieran straightened up. Suddenly, Levi’s life was on the line and that was so much more important than Kieran’s own. He was there when the doctor told his dad’s it was cancer, and there when his dads then in turn told Levi.
He was there for everything. He stopped going out, stopped doing anything but going to school. And even that was only when his parents made him. He preferred to spend his days with his little brother, curled up in the same hospital bed together like they used to do when it was thundering out and Lennon had already claimed the spot in between their dads.
Levi kissed him first.
It was two months in to Levi’s chemo and his hair was gone. Kieran had been talking about drawing on his twin’s head in sharpie when Levi had reached in and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Kieran had stared at stared at him in shock for a minute, too surprised to do anything like kiss back.
When he did though, he didn’t think about anyone from his past. He only focused on Levi.
walking dead kaleter pt. 1
When Kale joked around about how much he expected zombies, he never expected to actually meet one.
just a teaser for the thing i’m working on oops
Blaine woke up and immediately felt the presence of a warm body beside him. He yawned, wondering why he had let someone stay the night. Normally he made them leave afterword, even the clingy ones that would like to cuddle all night. He rubbed his eyes, sitting up and looking over at whoever his bedmate would be.
And felt the wind get knocked out of him when he noticed it was none other than his best friend since high school, Nick. The other man was still asleep, and Blaine knew now why he had let him stay the night. Blaine watched him for a minute, before turning away and running a hand over his face.
He had been trying to avoid something like this for four years and one night of drinking ruined all of that. Great. He looked back to his friend and climbed out of bed before moving to shake his shoulder in hopes to wake him up.
Nick thrashed around, making Blaine chuckle under his breath, before finally opening his eyes. He looked at Blaine, his face showing his obvious confusion. “Blainey?” he asked, running a hand through his hair.
Blaine smiled, a little harshly, at his friend as he pulled on tight jeans and buttoned them. “The one and only,” he said.
Nick finally took in his surroundings and bit his lip. “Did we…?” he asked, trailing off.
Blaine shrugged, pulling on a shirt. “I don’t know. I can’t remember. It’s likely,” he said, knowing how he got when he was drunk and how little Nick cold refuse him.
Nick sat up and Blaine had to smile at the sight of Nick’s hair going crazy. Nick ran his hands through it again, a bad habit Blaine had no intention of wanting to cure him of, and it stood up in all directions even more. “Well,” Nick said, looking at Blaine intently.
“You want me to call Jeff to come pick you up?” Blaine asked, remembering his friend’s boyfriend and feeling a wave of guilt crash over him. He and Jeff were friends. Jeff was the whole reason he had kept himself restrained for this long.
Nick raised an eyebrow at him and then shook his head. “You really don’t remember anything from last night, do you?” he asked.
Blaine mirrored his headshake, confused. “Not past like, six in the afternoon. Why, what am I missing?” he asked.
“The whole reason we were out last night was because Jeff and I broke up,” Nick said, rolling his eyes. He may not remember what had led to them ending up in bed together but he remembered most of the night. How Blaine had sneakily gone from giving him weak drinks to shots of vodka without Nick even really noticing because, hell, he was kind of a lightweight anyway. The way he and Blaine had danced and every eye had been on them and Nick has been the envy of almost everyone there.
“Wait,” Blaine said, stopping in his tracks, “you’re single?” he asked. Nick raised an eyebrow at the odd question, but nodded. Blaine grinned widely and jumped onto the bed, grabbing Nick’s face and kissing him.
Nick pulled away after a minute and wrinkled his nose. “Ew, morning breath,” he teased. Blaine had to agree but at the same time, he didn’t really want to stop kissing his friend now that he knew Jeff wasn’t in the picture. Blaine fought back to urge to wince at that thought, because, well, he had been waiting for what seemed like forever.
He pushed away from his friend, making his way into the bathroom adjoined to his bedroom and started brushing his teeth, leaning out the door with the toothbrush still in his mouth to grin at Nick. “You better get used to this room because I’m not letting you leave for awhile,” he said.
Nick smiled and rolled his eyes, still slightly confused but generally happy about the change of events. He leaned back against Blaine’s pillows and closed his eyes, waiting for Blaine to come back to him.
Weston had loved Jamie since he was ten years old. Jamie was eight, wandering around the park trying to waste time until he could sleep inside one of the tunnels at the playground because his dad had locked him out of the apartment overnight. Weston had wanted to take care of him from the moment they’d met and he had made sure he did.
“Would you get up, you lazy ass?” Wes asked the boy crashing on the couch, nudging him with his foot. Nash waved his hand around vaguely, rolling off the couch and onto the floor, knocking his arm into the coffee table that Tony had found. Wes watched in amusement as the boy jumped up, holding his arm in pain, and glared around the room.
Julian got home later than he said he would. Georgie wasn’t really upset about it, but he did notice the time and that Julian obviously wasn’t there. When Julian did get home, Georgie could tell that he was a little drunk. He grinned at Georgie when he stumbled in the door of their pool house turned studio apartment and handed Georgie something.
It was a fake ID.
“We’re going out,” he said, grabbing Georgie’s hand and pulling him back out the door before the younger boy could even get a word in. Georgie let him pull him towards his car, not even fighting when Julian hummed and thought about it before handing him the keys. “You drive, I’m drunk.”
Julian programmed an address into the GPS and patted Georgie on the head before slumping back down in his seat and singing out loud to whatever came on the radio. Georgie drove, keeping silent, waiting to see what exactly Julian had planned for them.
Unsurprisingly, the address Julian had put in the GPS was a club. An eighteen and over club that accepted Georgie’s fake ID (the name was George Harrison, Georgie still didn’t know why no one questioned that) without even really glancing at it for more than a second.
It was all pretty normal, something Georgie had put up with before.
Until he got inside and saw the half naked men and women on the dance floor, covered in bubbles.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. He knew why Julian had done this. He was married to the boy after all.
Julian brought out the puppy dog eyes immediately. “Come on, baby,” he muttered in Georgie’s ear, his hands already playing with the bottom of Georgie’s shirt. “You know I like to show you off,” he said, pressing a kiss to Georgie’s neck and starting to drag George’s shirt off.
Georgie hesitated a minute but let Julian pull his shirt off. He kept his eyes down, worried about what everyone would think, even knowing that he had actually been one of the most over dressed people in the room.
Julian pulled his shirt off as well, putting both of them in a chair and pulling his husband onto the dance floor. Georgie looked around, noting the slightly obscene dancing and the fact that everyone seemed pretty focused on themselves and their partner alone.
The thought made Georgie feel better.
Julian pressed their bodies together and Georgie was thankful that he was already drunk. As much as he didn’t enjoy Julian coming home late at night, drunk off his ass and rambling about some party or other, it was still preferable than when Julian dragged Georgie out with him and then spent the entire time getting drunk and talking to other people.
Now, Julian didn’t have eyes for anyone else. He was pressing open-mouthed kisses to Georgie’s neck, hands gripping his hips tightly. Georgie was sure there would be bruises. Georgie had gotten the club dancing down the month before he started dating Julian. It wasn’t like school dances, he had been naïve to think so, it was so different.
He had gone with Julian and Max. He had stood on the sidelines and watched the Holmes’ boys basically procreate on the dance floor. Finally he let Julian drag him onto the floor and press their bodies together. He’s surprised he didn’t snap that night and just attack Julian with kisses.
After he and Julian officially started dating it was even better because Julian’s attention was on him all the time. He didn’t have to see him doing it with other people, and Georgie was pretty sure he had gotten a lot better at dancing. Or whatever this was.
Julian looked up at Georgie, his eyes giving away just how turned on he was. Georgie smiled and leaned forward, pressing their lips together. The longer they danced, the more covered in bubbles they became. Julian kept kissing him. Georgie couldn’t look away, because Julian kept one hand tight on his hip and one on the back of his neck, holding him in place.
After about an hour, Julian started getting more handsy. He moved his hands up and down Georgie’s side, even pinched one of his nipples before his hands dropped to his hips again. When Julian started unbuttoning his jeans, Georgie had to fight his hands away.
“Not here,” he mumbled, groaning as Julian ignored him and started kissing and biting his neck. “Jude… not here,” Georgie repeated. Julian pulled away and shook his head, muttering something to himself before grabbing his husband’s hand and heading toward the bathroom.
He didn’t even make it into a stall before he was attacking Georgie again. This time the younger boy did not bother to complain, letting his head fall back and trying to ignore the fact that his curls were touching a wall that he had no idea who or what had touched it before him.
They’re shirts were gone by the time they were done.
Julian wouldn’t apologize in the morning and Georgie would wake up covered in bruises.
But Georgie wouldn’t care in the morning. He never did.