Fic: Finale (Seconds Apart, Seth/Jonah)
Title: Finale
Fandom: Seconds Apart
Pairing: Seth/Jonah
Rating: R
Word Count: 595
Summary: The twins had always done everything together, and dying wasn't going to change that.
Author's Notes: Written for Obscure Fandom Week on Tumblr :).
It shouldn't have been like this. It should have been beautiful. On a real bed, on their bed, both of them showered and clean and whole.
Jonah had always wanted this but despite everything, all their shared secrets, all their rejection of society, they somehow hadn't dared cross this one line.
Seth squeezes his hand, sends back tired acceptance, knowing how long Jonah had waited - how long they both had waited - and starts making the environment shift back into something more familiar. They both know it's a lie and even with Seth's efforts the room is still too warm, but the floor beneath them swaps back to carpet, soft and scratchy. Seth was always better at world-building and it gives Jonah a chance to do his own work in peace.
He pretends they're identical again until Seth takes his ruined hand, kisses it, and says, "No."
Jonah still hides their other wounds but stops pretending their hair is still the same, stops hiding the ragged stump where one of his fingers used to be.
"You fucking idiot," Seth says, raising their linked hands and kissing the skin around Jonah's bandages. The sting is real, the pressure of Seth's lips real. "I did this for you."
"I know," Jonah replies, ignoring the reality of their hands falling back to the floor. "I wanted more. I thought we couldn't - I thought the project was a failure."
"It was."
Jonah rolls on top of Seth, slotting between his legs, unsurprised when he fits there perfectly. Seth is so beautiful; people say they can tell him apart from Jonah because of his face being harsher, but Jonah doesn't see it and never has - Seth can be just as cruel and just as kind as he is.
Breathing is harder now, the smoke in the real room around them cutting off their air, and Jonah adjusts for that, treats the breathlessness as arousal and strips their clothes away, lets his dream self push into Seth. He gasps when Seth sends back memories of similar sensations, of pushing fingers inside himself in the shower and rocking back against them. There's more, too - Jonah digs a little deeper into the sensations Seth sends and finds a night of too many drinks, one of the jocks they later seduced into suicide pressed against Seth's back, heavy and sweaty and strong. Perfect at the time, rough and cruel and all that Seth had wanted as a substitute for what they couldn't share.
"You're so pretty", "Not like those stuck-up bitches", and after, "Tell anyone and I'll fucking kill you."
"Stop," Seth says, and Jonah does, bites at Seth's throat and wishes they hadn't killed the bastard peacefully with a gunshot.
"I would have," Jonah says, "If you'd asked."
"You didn't," Seth says, Jonah cutting him off with a kiss because they could argue all night like this and it's easier to focus on the truths that don't hurt.
"I do need you," Jonah says, and Seth laughs, clinging to him tight, locking his ankles around Jonah's shins and shutting his eyes. After too short a time he goes quiet and Jonah pretends it's because Seth falls asleep after coming, even though he's struggling to breathe himself now - isn't sure when he last took a full breath.
Jonah grips Seth's hand even as the illusion shatters and he's left once again at Seth's side, smoke in his lungs and blood in his mouth.
"I love you," Jonah mouths before falling unconscious. In the last moment, he thinks he hears a response.
Fandom: Seconds Apart
Pairing: Seth/Jonah
Rating: R
Word Count: 595
Summary: The twins had always done everything together, and dying wasn't going to change that.
Author's Notes: Written for Obscure Fandom Week on Tumblr :).
It shouldn't have been like this. It should have been beautiful. On a real bed, on their bed, both of them showered and clean and whole.
Jonah had always wanted this but despite everything, all their shared secrets, all their rejection of society, they somehow hadn't dared cross this one line.
Seth squeezes his hand, sends back tired acceptance, knowing how long Jonah had waited - how long they both had waited - and starts making the environment shift back into something more familiar. They both know it's a lie and even with Seth's efforts the room is still too warm, but the floor beneath them swaps back to carpet, soft and scratchy. Seth was always better at world-building and it gives Jonah a chance to do his own work in peace.
He pretends they're identical again until Seth takes his ruined hand, kisses it, and says, "No."
Jonah still hides their other wounds but stops pretending their hair is still the same, stops hiding the ragged stump where one of his fingers used to be.
"You fucking idiot," Seth says, raising their linked hands and kissing the skin around Jonah's bandages. The sting is real, the pressure of Seth's lips real. "I did this for you."
"I know," Jonah replies, ignoring the reality of their hands falling back to the floor. "I wanted more. I thought we couldn't - I thought the project was a failure."
"It was."
Jonah rolls on top of Seth, slotting between his legs, unsurprised when he fits there perfectly. Seth is so beautiful; people say they can tell him apart from Jonah because of his face being harsher, but Jonah doesn't see it and never has - Seth can be just as cruel and just as kind as he is.
Breathing is harder now, the smoke in the real room around them cutting off their air, and Jonah adjusts for that, treats the breathlessness as arousal and strips their clothes away, lets his dream self push into Seth. He gasps when Seth sends back memories of similar sensations, of pushing fingers inside himself in the shower and rocking back against them. There's more, too - Jonah digs a little deeper into the sensations Seth sends and finds a night of too many drinks, one of the jocks they later seduced into suicide pressed against Seth's back, heavy and sweaty and strong. Perfect at the time, rough and cruel and all that Seth had wanted as a substitute for what they couldn't share.
"You're so pretty", "Not like those stuck-up bitches", and after, "Tell anyone and I'll fucking kill you."
"Stop," Seth says, and Jonah does, bites at Seth's throat and wishes they hadn't killed the bastard peacefully with a gunshot.
"I would have," Jonah says, "If you'd asked."
"You didn't," Seth says, Jonah cutting him off with a kiss because they could argue all night like this and it's easier to focus on the truths that don't hurt.
"I do need you," Jonah says, and Seth laughs, clinging to him tight, locking his ankles around Jonah's shins and shutting his eyes. After too short a time he goes quiet and Jonah pretends it's because Seth falls asleep after coming, even though he's struggling to breathe himself now - isn't sure when he last took a full breath.
Jonah grips Seth's hand even as the illusion shatters and he's left once again at Seth's side, smoke in his lungs and blood in his mouth.
"I love you," Jonah mouths before falling unconscious. In the last moment, he thinks he hears a response.