No one ever believed they were the same age. Much less twins. They definitely had their differences, that went beyond their looks. Bobby was absolutely a Mama's boy, and Kurt was Daddy's perfect angel
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"No." He wasn't yelling, he wasn't hurting, he was just holding him down because he could. There was a tenseness, an anxiety in his gut around his brother that he just couldn't explain.
He wanted... he wanted to irritate him. He wanted to make sure he knew he was there. He wanted-...he didn't know.
Jerk. Kurt writhed pointlessly and seriously considered biting him. Not that he could. Bobby had created n artform of pinning him. The whole game was bizarre. Kurt would find himself deliberately taunting his brother, sitting on him, basically just being annoying and demanding his attention
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"What if I don't want to? What if I'm perfectly comfortable where I am?" He shifted every so slightly, just enough to relieve a little pressure against one knee. It added a new kind of pressure.
Sometimes he thought he almost wanted to hurt him. He always shied away from that feelings. This was his brother and he was supposed to protect him, not hurt him. It was that pressure behind his eyes that made his hands twitch.
He never felt like this with anyone else, just Kurt. Always Kurt. He rocked against that pressure, not sure why he did it. Though the little thrill that arched into his gut made him lose his smile. A dark intensity lit his eyes as he stared down at his trapped brother.
"You suck." He said, and suddenly held very still. Bobby moved. Was it on purpose? His legs were forced a little more apart. And then his brother moved. Just his hips, against him and Kurt gulped back a yell. It...felt.
Guilty.
And his eyes darted toward the door.
And rock...he did it again!
Kurt was shocked. Guilt, confusion and...an intense sweet tightness made him look up at Bobby in wide eyed silence.
Before he could so much as think the thought, his hips moved, rubbing ...rocking up into what was very very wrong.
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He wanted... he wanted to irritate him. He wanted to make sure he knew he was there. He wanted-...he didn't know.
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Sometimes he thought he almost wanted to hurt him. He always shied away from that feelings. This was his brother and he was supposed to protect him, not hurt him. It was that pressure behind his eyes that made his hands twitch.
He never felt like this with anyone else, just Kurt. Always Kurt. He rocked against that pressure, not sure why he did it. Though the little thrill that arched into his gut made him lose his smile. A dark intensity lit his eyes as he stared down at his trapped brother.
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Guilty.
And his eyes darted toward the door.
And rock...he did it again!
Kurt was shocked. Guilt, confusion and...an intense sweet tightness made him look up at Bobby in wide eyed silence.
Before he could so much as think the thought, his hips moved, rubbing ...rocking up into what was very very wrong.
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