there's really nothing else to say, is there?
Um. I feel dirty now. I blame lisew. And, honest, I will write more of this at some point. (Lisie, this is just the bit I spammed you in the comments but that's friends-locked.
"Don't, don't stop, just keep doing that, yeah, yeah, right-- oh God--" Simon bites down hard on his lower lip, trying to keep the last word in, but it's too late. It's out and the damage is done.
Matt's hands have stilled and he looks like he's about to cry, but he doesn't withdraw, doesn't stop all together, just. leans heavily against Simon, breathing hard.
"What would He think of this?" Matt asks, his voice cracking, and Simon feels old and tired, far older than his big brother.
"I don't know," he replies, as truthfully as he can. Their parents have taught them not to lie. But then again, there are lots of things their parents have taught them not to do. "I know Lot slept with his dau--"
Matt shakes his head. "No, I don't mean, I don't mean *that* part."
And this feels like a punch in the gut. He shouldn't have mentioned Lot at al. Matt's such a fucking literalist that, please, God, tell me you don't believe that reading of it, please don't say you mean the gay part of this, he thinks, but then Matt looks at him and blinks like Simon said that outloud. And grins.
"No, not that part either. I'm still technically married. That part."
Simon closes his eyes, sighing in both relief and frustration. More often that not, Simon hates the way Matt's mind works (and doesn't work). This isn't what brothers *do*, he wants to tell him, but he's so afraid that would make Matt *stop*.
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eta: Warning in the ficlet for, y'know, 7th Heaven-ness. And, okay, brothercest.
"Don't, don't stop, just keep doing that, yeah, yeah, right-- oh God--" Simon bites down hard on his lower lip, trying to keep the last word in, but it's too late. It's out and the damage is done.
Matt's hands have stilled and he looks like he's about to cry, but he doesn't withdraw, doesn't stop all together, just. leans heavily against Simon, breathing hard.
"What would He think of this?" Matt asks, his voice cracking, and Simon feels old and tired, far older than his big brother.
"I don't know," he replies, as truthfully as he can. Their parents have taught them not to lie. But then again, there are lots of things their parents have taught them not to do. "I know Lot slept with his dau--"
Matt shakes his head. "No, I don't mean, I don't mean *that* part."
And this feels like a punch in the gut. He shouldn't have mentioned Lot at al. Matt's such a fucking literalist that, please, God, tell me you don't believe that reading of it, please don't say you mean the gay part of this, he thinks, but then Matt looks at him and blinks like Simon said that outloud. And grins.
"No, not that part either. I'm still technically married. That part."
Simon closes his eyes, sighing in both relief and frustration. More often that not, Simon hates the way Matt's mind works (and doesn't work). This isn't what brothers *do*, he wants to tell him, but he's so afraid that would make Matt *stop*.
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eta: Warning in the ficlet for, y'know, 7th Heaven-ness. And, okay, brothercest.