A different type of kiss Part 1
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Twincest
A different type of kiss Part 1
John had always been the one to comfort Edward with words of support and encouragement whenever he had moments of worry or upset. And it always worked. Whether he was particularly good at it, or whether Edward just took comfort in John regardless of what he actually said, he wasn´t quite sure, but it didn´t matter.
Edward knew how much he needed John when he was upset - but he wasn´t aware of just how much of a comfort it was for John to know that he was always capable of calming his younger twin, of chasing his sadness away.
But this was different. Not only because he´d never seen Edward as upset as this before, not only because he couldn´t think of what to say or do to make it better, but because he was feeling just as distraught himself. In fact, although he was reluctant to admit it, he was possibly feeling even worse than his brother did. Edward got more of the sympathy from the other contestants of course, because he was able to show his emotions more, but that suited John - he´d rather be on his own at a time like this anyway, than have to listen to the fake reassurances from some of them: that they deserved to still be in the competition; that no one would mind that they had knocked Lucy out; that they were still popular.
John knew why he was possibly feeling worse than Edward. It wasn´t just about feeling bad about Lucy going - which he most definately did. Not that he had spent that much time with her, or knew her that well, but he knew she was a good singer, she seemed a nice enough girl and she was pretty too....he didn´t want to think about the fact she would always think of them as being the ones who ruined her dreams. Because he knew what it was like to have those dreams. How often had he dreamt of walking off-stage after a performance and how he would feel? It certainly wasn´t supposed to feel like this. He didn´t want the public to hate them again. It was too painful to see his Edward so upset - and for once, not being able to comfort him. HE wanted to be the one who was being comforted this time, yet he felt he didn´t deserve the sympathy - at least not as much as Edward did.
Because as genuine as his upset was about knocking Lucy out of the competition, he knew part of him was relieved if not even happy, about being given another chance to live his dream. He felt bad about having these feelings so soon after it had happened. He knew Edward wouldn´t be thinking like this of course. His anguish would only be about knocking Lucy out of the competition and being booed by the audience. This was understandable, because in Johns eyes, Edward was always more purer, more beautiful than he was - both inside and out. Only occasionally did this irritate him, as it reminded him too much of his own failings, but most of the time he adored him for how lovely he was.
He was supposed to be heading to the dressing room, but with Edward being consoled by Stacey and Joe at the doorway to it, he thought he´d use the time to grab a few moments to himself. He needed time to calm himself, to rid himself of some of these feelings, so that he´d be in a position to be the support to Edward that he always was. That he always needed to be. So he headed for the ´chill room´ as they called it, which was nothing more than an unused changing room, which housed a TV and a two seater sofa.
As he entered it, he thought things just couldn´t get any worse. Lucy was sitting there - not sobbing, but with obvious tears in her eyes, with her mother beside her, arm wrapped around her shoulder. John stuttered an apology and was about to go, when Lucie stood up and said ´John - this isn´t your fault, don´t ever think that it is´. For once, John didn´t know what to say, so he said nothing. As Lucie began to reassure him, her mother decided it would be best to leave them alone as she was sure she was adding to Johns obvious discomfort. As she closed the door behind them, Lucie sat down and pattted the empty space on the sofa beside her and beckoned John to sit down.
It was no surprise to John what she said to him initially. Of course she would have loved to stay longer in the competition, yes she was upset now, but she´d be fine. She´d had a fabulous time and was looking forward to the tour. But more importantly, not only did they deserve to stay in, but she hated to see them so upset.
What she said next did surprise him. He didn´t take all of it in, but there were sentences here and there that he didn´t expect to hear from her - how much she admired him for his confidence...his talent....his strength at coping with all the hatred. How he was so different from the guys she knew back home....in a good way....how he always made her laugh...
John was confused. He couldn´t believe he was hearing these things coming from Lucie of all people - was she just making these things up to comfort him? He thought he´d always been a wierdo in her eyes and although he thought she was attractive enough, he hadn´t given her the satisfaction of even speaking to her that much, as he doubted they´d have anything in common and he was sure anything he did say would be laughed about when her and Lloyd had one of their giggly, private chats with each other. He loved hearing these things though. Especially now. Not only was he getting the comfort that he needed, but he was getting the compliments that he desired - and Lucie wasn´t blaming him at all.
Again he was stuck for words. His eyes remained on the floor (where they had been focussed since he had sat down). He probably would have broken out into a long, non-sensical ramble a few seconds later, had it not been for the fact that Lucy had reached over to him and kissed him gently on the lips.....
jedwardjunkie does not own John and Edward. This is a story.
Twincest
A different type of kiss Part 1
John had always been the one to comfort Edward with words of support and encouragement whenever he had moments of worry or upset. And it always worked. Whether he was particularly good at it, or whether Edward just took comfort in John regardless of what he actually said, he wasn´t quite sure, but it didn´t matter.
Edward knew how much he needed John when he was upset - but he wasn´t aware of just how much of a comfort it was for John to know that he was always capable of calming his younger twin, of chasing his sadness away.
But this was different. Not only because he´d never seen Edward as upset as this before, not only because he couldn´t think of what to say or do to make it better, but because he was feeling just as distraught himself. In fact, although he was reluctant to admit it, he was possibly feeling even worse than his brother did. Edward got more of the sympathy from the other contestants of course, because he was able to show his emotions more, but that suited John - he´d rather be on his own at a time like this anyway, than have to listen to the fake reassurances from some of them: that they deserved to still be in the competition; that no one would mind that they had knocked Lucy out; that they were still popular.
John knew why he was possibly feeling worse than Edward. It wasn´t just about feeling bad about Lucy going - which he most definately did. Not that he had spent that much time with her, or knew her that well, but he knew she was a good singer, she seemed a nice enough girl and she was pretty too....he didn´t want to think about the fact she would always think of them as being the ones who ruined her dreams. Because he knew what it was like to have those dreams. How often had he dreamt of walking off-stage after a performance and how he would feel? It certainly wasn´t supposed to feel like this. He didn´t want the public to hate them again. It was too painful to see his Edward so upset - and for once, not being able to comfort him. HE wanted to be the one who was being comforted this time, yet he felt he didn´t deserve the sympathy - at least not as much as Edward did.
Because as genuine as his upset was about knocking Lucy out of the competition, he knew part of him was relieved if not even happy, about being given another chance to live his dream. He felt bad about having these feelings so soon after it had happened. He knew Edward wouldn´t be thinking like this of course. His anguish would only be about knocking Lucy out of the competition and being booed by the audience. This was understandable, because in Johns eyes, Edward was always more purer, more beautiful than he was - both inside and out. Only occasionally did this irritate him, as it reminded him too much of his own failings, but most of the time he adored him for how lovely he was.
He was supposed to be heading to the dressing room, but with Edward being consoled by Stacey and Joe at the doorway to it, he thought he´d use the time to grab a few moments to himself. He needed time to calm himself, to rid himself of some of these feelings, so that he´d be in a position to be the support to Edward that he always was. That he always needed to be. So he headed for the ´chill room´ as they called it, which was nothing more than an unused changing room, which housed a TV and a two seater sofa.
As he entered it, he thought things just couldn´t get any worse. Lucy was sitting there - not sobbing, but with obvious tears in her eyes, with her mother beside her, arm wrapped around her shoulder. John stuttered an apology and was about to go, when Lucie stood up and said ´John - this isn´t your fault, don´t ever think that it is´. For once, John didn´t know what to say, so he said nothing. As Lucie began to reassure him, her mother decided it would be best to leave them alone as she was sure she was adding to Johns obvious discomfort. As she closed the door behind them, Lucie sat down and pattted the empty space on the sofa beside her and beckoned John to sit down.
It was no surprise to John what she said to him initially. Of course she would have loved to stay longer in the competition, yes she was upset now, but she´d be fine. She´d had a fabulous time and was looking forward to the tour. But more importantly, not only did they deserve to stay in, but she hated to see them so upset.
What she said next did surprise him. He didn´t take all of it in, but there were sentences here and there that he didn´t expect to hear from her - how much she admired him for his confidence...his talent....his strength at coping with all the hatred. How he was so different from the guys she knew back home....in a good way....how he always made her laugh...
John was confused. He couldn´t believe he was hearing these things coming from Lucie of all people - was she just making these things up to comfort him? He thought he´d always been a wierdo in her eyes and although he thought she was attractive enough, he hadn´t given her the satisfaction of even speaking to her that much, as he doubted they´d have anything in common and he was sure anything he did say would be laughed about when her and Lloyd had one of their giggly, private chats with each other. He loved hearing these things though. Especially now. Not only was he getting the comfort that he needed, but he was getting the compliments that he desired - and Lucie wasn´t blaming him at all.
Again he was stuck for words. His eyes remained on the floor (where they had been focussed since he had sat down). He probably would have broken out into a long, non-sensical ramble a few seconds later, had it not been for the fact that Lucy had reached over to him and kissed him gently on the lips.....