fic ● the muscles in your legs
the muscles in your legs. if you are sharpening your scissors, i am sharpening my scissors. the social network: cameron winklevoss/erica albright, erica albright/tyler winklevoss. nc-17. 1, 279 words.
notes. THIS FIC HAS BEEN A TRIAL, OH LORD.
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You’d be meeting a lot of people you wouldn’t normally get to meet.
The thought makes Erica want to laugh and, if she had any sort of air left in her lungs, she would (though, she thinks, it can’t possibly be very polite to laugh aloud with someone between your legs, there hands spread large and covering the entire expanse of your thigh, the way Cameron is now.
She tightens her hands in his hair and she hopes he understands the words not exchanged of don’t worry, I’ll blow you later because if she dares opens her mouth she’s not sure if she’ll be able to hold in her laugh because -
But you’ve seen guys who row crew, right?)
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He kissed for the first time in the winter, her lips had been gummy with the skin peeling off of them and wet from lip balm and Cameron had pressed up against her and it was anything but a perfect fit, she was to short and he was too tall and his hips were pressed against her stomach and hers were against his thighs but he kissed her anyway, learned the grooves of her teeth, the skin of her face and the curve of her jaw.
It took three days for him to fuck her after that.
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Tyler walks into Cameron’s room one Sunday without knocking because he’s never had to knock before, there twins, everything Cameron has Tyler has (except Tyler has a scar, small and smooth and silver, on the skin pulled tight over his hipbone and Cameron has a beauty mark just under his hairline) and he’s a little distracted with Divya on the phone and he expects to find his brother at his desk or sitting up in bed with a book spread across his lip but he’s not.
Tyler has to catch his tongue and stop his steps when he realizes his brother is still in bed, curled around the girl who’s face Tyler can’t quite place but he knows he recognizes her and not because he’s been in his brother’s bed before (he’s not sure if she has, maybe, maybe not but this is the first time he’s seen her. Maybe Cameron has been in her bed before.)
The way she is sleeping and the blanket is draped over her Tyler can see one of her nipples, dusky and pink in the low sunlight and Cameron’s arm just below it, tight across her ribs.
(She wakes up before Cameron and comes out from his room, hair high in a bun and one of what she must think is Cameron’s shirts but is really one of Tyler’s misplaced or confused with after doing laundry, if she’s wearing bottoms Tyler can’t tell.
“Um, hi,” She says when she sees him, scratches her head. “Do you guys have any coffee?”
Tyler doesn’t respond verbally, just gestures with a jerk of his head and when she turns he can’t help it, his eyes drag slow across her pale legs until they reach a thigh, a dark bruise on the inside of it in the shape of his brothers fingers and Tyler imagines his fingers would fit there too.)
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“I thought you didn’t know any guys who rowed crew.” Mark says (They were bound to run into each other again, there are certain places college kids go in this town) and the beer in Erica’s hand is warm.
“I don’t.” She lies; it’s none of his business really. “What makes you say that?”
Mark shrugs, his lip caught between his teeth.
It’s only later, when she’s with her own friends and Mark is probably long gone, she realizes under her cardigan, which is open, she is wearing a crew t-shirt she didn’t bother changing out of when she came here and it makes her blush.
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They don't go out much. Cameron will stop by her dorm after practice, bring her food and watch her study and press against her back before he leaves, kiss her neck and palm her ass with both hands. They don't spend much time in Cameron's dorm, though, she has a feeling Tyler doesn't much like her and besides, Erica lives in a single so there is no sort of roommate to worry about.
This morning though, they are in Cameron's dorm. The night before there had been beers and loud music and Erica had tugged Cameron by the hand into the bathroom and blew him with water soaking through her jeans and Cameron had meant to return the favour but someone has come in with his dick already in his hand to piss and they had to retreat to the nearest dorm, which was Cameron's.
As it happens every time she's at Cameron's and she wakes before him, Tyler is there (on the days were Cameron is up first, he's never in the dorm, maybe Cameron shoos him out or maybe he leaves of his own accord but, regardless, he's never there), sometimes he's talking on the phone, sometimes he's sitting on a chair with a textbook spread across his lap. Today, he's leaning against a book case, arms crossed along with his ankles and he's just leering at her.
"Do you have some sort of problem with me?" She asks arches and eyebrow and puts a hand loosely on a cocked hip.
He takes in her shift in body language like he wants to mock it but he just shrugs and shakes his head, "No," and when he brushes passed her his elbow grazes her ribs.
(Erica will think later, worn and sweaty under Cameron, that she knows Tyler's body because his body is his brother's body and his brother's body Erica has traced with teeth, tongue, nail and fingertips and she wonders if being with Cameron is the same as being with Tyler.)
(After she's spent she realizes it probably isn't.)
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Erica can't say it was hate that blossomed into love. For one, it's not love, it's never going to be love it's just there are only so many days you can be with one person's half before you are with the other (or some other stupid metaphor like that, meant to be taken in a literal sense, about halves and wholes and there being two of something when there should be one) and two, they didn't really hate each other.
Bluntly put, it's this: Erica ends up blowing Tyler.
Or this: Erica made no protest when Tyler put his hand between her legs under her skirt.
Or: Tyler fucked Erica against the wall while Cameron was in the shower.
In the simplest way, without any sort of bullshit or too much information, we say: Erica and Tyler fucked when Erica was supposed to be fucking Cameron.
(If she had any friends she could really talk to about this sort of thing, she would say "I mean, does it really count as cheating? They were one embryo that split into two so there basically there the same person, aren't they? I mean they look the same, there cock is the same size."
But it would really just be to placate herself more than any of her friends because Tyler doesn't fuck like Cameron does and maybe that's because Cameron puts his hand on the small of her back and introduces her as "Erica Albright, my girlfriend," or maybe that's just how they are, but Tyler grips her hips hard when he is inside of her, he felt different when he was inside of her mouth and he doesn't smell the same as Cameron. Where Cameron smells like cologne and chlorine, Tyler smells like shampoo and salt and fruits.)
notes. THIS FIC HAS BEEN A TRIAL, OH LORD.
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You’d be meeting a lot of people you wouldn’t normally get to meet.
The thought makes Erica want to laugh and, if she had any sort of air left in her lungs, she would (though, she thinks, it can’t possibly be very polite to laugh aloud with someone between your legs, there hands spread large and covering the entire expanse of your thigh, the way Cameron is now.
She tightens her hands in his hair and she hopes he understands the words not exchanged of don’t worry, I’ll blow you later because if she dares opens her mouth she’s not sure if she’ll be able to hold in her laugh because -
But you’ve seen guys who row crew, right?)
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He kissed for the first time in the winter, her lips had been gummy with the skin peeling off of them and wet from lip balm and Cameron had pressed up against her and it was anything but a perfect fit, she was to short and he was too tall and his hips were pressed against her stomach and hers were against his thighs but he kissed her anyway, learned the grooves of her teeth, the skin of her face and the curve of her jaw.
It took three days for him to fuck her after that.
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Tyler walks into Cameron’s room one Sunday without knocking because he’s never had to knock before, there twins, everything Cameron has Tyler has (except Tyler has a scar, small and smooth and silver, on the skin pulled tight over his hipbone and Cameron has a beauty mark just under his hairline) and he’s a little distracted with Divya on the phone and he expects to find his brother at his desk or sitting up in bed with a book spread across his lip but he’s not.
Tyler has to catch his tongue and stop his steps when he realizes his brother is still in bed, curled around the girl who’s face Tyler can’t quite place but he knows he recognizes her and not because he’s been in his brother’s bed before (he’s not sure if she has, maybe, maybe not but this is the first time he’s seen her. Maybe Cameron has been in her bed before.)
The way she is sleeping and the blanket is draped over her Tyler can see one of her nipples, dusky and pink in the low sunlight and Cameron’s arm just below it, tight across her ribs.
(She wakes up before Cameron and comes out from his room, hair high in a bun and one of what she must think is Cameron’s shirts but is really one of Tyler’s misplaced or confused with after doing laundry, if she’s wearing bottoms Tyler can’t tell.
“Um, hi,” She says when she sees him, scratches her head. “Do you guys have any coffee?”
Tyler doesn’t respond verbally, just gestures with a jerk of his head and when she turns he can’t help it, his eyes drag slow across her pale legs until they reach a thigh, a dark bruise on the inside of it in the shape of his brothers fingers and Tyler imagines his fingers would fit there too.)
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“I thought you didn’t know any guys who rowed crew.” Mark says (They were bound to run into each other again, there are certain places college kids go in this town) and the beer in Erica’s hand is warm.
“I don’t.” She lies; it’s none of his business really. “What makes you say that?”
Mark shrugs, his lip caught between his teeth.
It’s only later, when she’s with her own friends and Mark is probably long gone, she realizes under her cardigan, which is open, she is wearing a crew t-shirt she didn’t bother changing out of when she came here and it makes her blush.
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They don't go out much. Cameron will stop by her dorm after practice, bring her food and watch her study and press against her back before he leaves, kiss her neck and palm her ass with both hands. They don't spend much time in Cameron's dorm, though, she has a feeling Tyler doesn't much like her and besides, Erica lives in a single so there is no sort of roommate to worry about.
This morning though, they are in Cameron's dorm. The night before there had been beers and loud music and Erica had tugged Cameron by the hand into the bathroom and blew him with water soaking through her jeans and Cameron had meant to return the favour but someone has come in with his dick already in his hand to piss and they had to retreat to the nearest dorm, which was Cameron's.
As it happens every time she's at Cameron's and she wakes before him, Tyler is there (on the days were Cameron is up first, he's never in the dorm, maybe Cameron shoos him out or maybe he leaves of his own accord but, regardless, he's never there), sometimes he's talking on the phone, sometimes he's sitting on a chair with a textbook spread across his lap. Today, he's leaning against a book case, arms crossed along with his ankles and he's just leering at her.
"Do you have some sort of problem with me?" She asks arches and eyebrow and puts a hand loosely on a cocked hip.
He takes in her shift in body language like he wants to mock it but he just shrugs and shakes his head, "No," and when he brushes passed her his elbow grazes her ribs.
(Erica will think later, worn and sweaty under Cameron, that she knows Tyler's body because his body is his brother's body and his brother's body Erica has traced with teeth, tongue, nail and fingertips and she wonders if being with Cameron is the same as being with Tyler.)
(After she's spent she realizes it probably isn't.)
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Erica can't say it was hate that blossomed into love. For one, it's not love, it's never going to be love it's just there are only so many days you can be with one person's half before you are with the other (or some other stupid metaphor like that, meant to be taken in a literal sense, about halves and wholes and there being two of something when there should be one) and two, they didn't really hate each other.
Bluntly put, it's this: Erica ends up blowing Tyler.
Or this: Erica made no protest when Tyler put his hand between her legs under her skirt.
Or: Tyler fucked Erica against the wall while Cameron was in the shower.
In the simplest way, without any sort of bullshit or too much information, we say: Erica and Tyler fucked when Erica was supposed to be fucking Cameron.
(If she had any friends she could really talk to about this sort of thing, she would say "I mean, does it really count as cheating? They were one embryo that split into two so there basically there the same person, aren't they? I mean they look the same, there cock is the same size."
But it would really just be to placate herself more than any of her friends because Tyler doesn't fuck like Cameron does and maybe that's because Cameron puts his hand on the small of her back and introduces her as "Erica Albright, my girlfriend," or maybe that's just how they are, but Tyler grips her hips hard when he is inside of her, he felt different when he was inside of her mouth and he doesn't smell the same as Cameron. Where Cameron smells like cologne and chlorine, Tyler smells like shampoo and salt and fruits.)