GAY ANGELS

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[It's the middle of summer and they're stuck house sitting. Their dad is away for the whole month.... Not really that unusual, he's always away on business. And their mom has been gone for a long while now. So it's just him, in charge of taking care of things, and his brother.

And the heat. Noel flops on the couch next to his little brother and groans, passing over a soda. It's already evening but the heat just doesn't let up. It really saps the strength out of Noel, but what it also does is... Well.

It's difficult being a teenager and gay and alone in a house with your brother who is actually really hot and you absolutely should not find attractive because he's your brother, and so as usual Noel slides his eyes away from his brother quickly after passing him the soda. Dinner was about half an hour ago so there's nothing left to do but sort of melt together in this heat.]

It's too hot to live. Revive me when it's November.

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[amurdermostfowl]

Absolutely not. If you get to die for the summer, so do I. You won't go down alone.

[He pauses for effect, sipping his soda, stripped down to loose shorts and half melted on the couch.]

And are you telling me to wake you up when September ends?

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[There's a quiet moment and then Noel is kicking Rowan (gently) in the face. And hopefully off the couch.] If I murder you no one will know. [And he makes the mistake of looking at his... Half naked brother. Fuck.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[He squawks and slides off the couch dramatically (though carefully holding his soda aloft so it doesn't make a mess, which kind of ruins the effect of how he lands so his upper back is on the ground but his legs are still on the couch).

The way he's contorted really is showing off his physique, though, especially with how sweaty he is.]

Et tu!!

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[It's actually surprisingly graceful even if it doesn't look it and he just... Stares for a few seconds too long, forgetting the thread of banter for a little. He looks away again, awkwardly, hating himself but also not able to purge that image from his mind. It's not just the sweaty nice muscles either, it's Roawn's smiling face, it's all of it. He's really... The worst big brother on the planet, isn't he?] ...I'm going to take a cold shower before I melt.

[amurdermostfowl]

[Rowan sits up abruptly, oblivious to Noel's suffering mostly because he ruled out anything of the sort centuries ago.]

Ohhh no. This is up there with dying alone. You can't just escape this hell by yourself, take me with you!

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[THANKS BRO. THANKS A LOT. NOW HE HAS THE IMAGE OF SHOWERING WITH YOU IN HIS HEAD AND HE REALLY NEEDS TO ESCAPE BEFORE THE BONER GETS OBVIOUS. And escaping he is, sliding quickly to his feet and shedding his shirt so he can hold it loosely and strategically over his crotch as he turns away.] It's every man for himself, here.

[amurdermostfowl]

There's totally room in the shower for two!

[He's still sitting, though, a little stunned by the speed at which Noel is trying to make his escape. That's... Odd, and maybe odd enough to warrant concern?]

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[He tries to play it off with his usual cheerfulness, because he doesn't want his brother to have any idea, he's the big brother, he needs to protect his little brother from any hint of his weird, fucked up perversion.] Ah~ But there's only room for one king, and since I'm the current king of the house, you'll just have to suffer like a lowly peasant. [It's all totally playful and stupid, not actually meant to do anything but make Rowan banter back and maybe laugh at him.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[Rowan pauses, seeming to consider this very seriously, even sipping his soda in thought.

Then he very deliberately stands, sets the drink down safely out of the way, and puts his hands on his hips.]

I'm staging a revolt.

[And then he sprints for the bathroom.]

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Hey--! [Naturally he has to dash after his brother? HE NEEDS THAT COLD SHOWER FOR REAL OKAY?] Hold it, rebel scum!

[amurdermostfowl]

You'll never take me alive!

[Laughing as he skids around the corner, then tries to slam the bathroom door shut behind him before Noel can make it in too.

Or, well, makes it look like he tries for that.]

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Rowan--! I'm gonna make you do dishes for a week! [He falls for it, racing down the hall and using the wall to propel himself at the door which he expects to be closed firmly.]

[amurdermostfowl]

Anything but that--!

[Full on 200% lets himself get tackled, yanking a stack of towels down so they'll land under him so there won't be worry over if he gets slammed into the tub or something. He's tougher than that, so it won't matter regardless, and... this is really playing with his own emotions, but he works to rationalize it as always. It would just be ridiculous not to rough-house with his brother. So down they go.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[They've been at this whole dating thing for a few weeks now, and it's become commonplace for them to share a bed. This usually isn't a problem, but it's a bit of an obstacle for Rowan when it comes to one of his rarer but more vital tasks. He settles for trying to act as normal as much as possible, wearing out his brother with some rigorous sex, struggling to stay awake himself, then slipping out of bed when he thinks Noel is solidly asleep. Of course, making that plan in the first place means that he's been a little tense and distractable for the past day, in the way he never has needed to be before, since slipping away was much easier before. It was probably noticeable. He dresses quietly in the bedroom they aren't sharing, in dark clothes, almost like a thief, then snags a soda from the fridge for energy before heading out into the night. He doesn't stray far, instead settling into surrounding the house in a latticework of... threads of light that he's carefully weaving with his fingers, spooling it out with precision from a seemingly endless supply wrapped in a glowing pattern around his fingers. Basically, it's something that's easy to find in the dark.]

[plotluck]

[He's naturally noticed Rowan's shady behavior. And he's on [generic sports] team so even after the really vigorous sex he's got enough stamina to half wake up when Rowan tries to sneak out. He thinks about letting it be but he's curious and a little protective so he figures he'll just throw on some clothes, follow his brother and make sure he's not getting into trouble. If it's nothing bad he'll just head back and pretend he's been asleep the whole time. Thing is, Rowan doesn't actually get far. And Noel is left kind of watching in quiet awe, wondering if he is actually just dreaming this after all. He pinches himself.] --Ow. Okay. So this is real. [Comes the commentary behind Rowan.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[Rowan suddenly goes very, very still. Generally this is where he'd lash out, take out whoever caught him, but... it's Noel. Noel has never caught him like this. He's never considered how to handle a situation in which Noel catches him like this.]

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[Well the glowing things are still there and nothing is stopping Noel from draping an arm over his brother's shoulders to lean over and peer at them.] What is this?

[amurdermostfowl]

[he's so fucking tense, but he starts his hands moving again, knowing it's not a good idea to leave it half-finished for too long.] What does it look like? And you might wanna let go. I need to be able to move freely.

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Sure. [He leans back, stepping back so Rowan can keep at it.] Looks like something out of a superhero cartoon or Harry Potter. Hey, you didnt' go to Hogwarts without telling me about it, right? [He's mostly joking but. Bro. Bro this is some witchcraft all right.]

[amurdermostfowl]

I think you'd notice if I went to England instead of high school. [he sounds distracted though, most of his focus on laying out the precise lines, slowly circling the house back to where he started. and then stepping back a few feet and starting a distinctly different set of lines in a larger circle. basically they'll be at it for a while.]

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Yeah yeah. But this is magic, right? [He has no idea what Rowan is doing but he's watching avidly.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[he's quiet for a minute or two, and the silence itself is really an answer even as he works meticulously, but...] If you hadn't already pinched yourself I'd be trying to figure out a way to make you think you were dreaming this, come morning. ...But I don't really want to lie to you.

[plotluck]

That's pretty rude. What are you doing? And why haven't you told me about it until now? I'm your brother, you know. [Banging like rabbits aside.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[hhhHHHHHHHHGH] Because I don't like lying to you, but I'd still rather protect you than get you into this shit. I'm just refreshing our defenses. It doesn't need to be relevant past that.

[plotluck]

[Nope now he has more questions.] What shit? And watch your language. What defenses? What exactly is going on, Rowan?