GAY ANGELS

[plotluck]

[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.

Comments

[amurdermostfowl]

[he's been managing to be a little less desperate in degrees as he gets used to the idea of them being like this, but this time is one of the first truly lazy sleepy kisses without it feeling like he's half expecting Noel to try and escape.]

[plotluck]

[This is nice... Lazy morning kiss that doesn't seem half panicked is really nice. He definitely indulges in it, languid and unhurried.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[yessssss. he lets it break off naturally, then just sort of looks at Noel languidly, still sharing the same air.]

[plotluck]

Hey. That was nice. [This is very nice?]

[amurdermostfowl]

Yeah. I think I'm starting to calm down a bit.

[plotluck]

Never realized how tense you were all the time in the first place. [though he guesses that'd be hard if he was literally just born tense.]

[amurdermostfowl]

Well, it's not like you had much to compare it with. I just seemed like that kind of guy, right?

[plotluck]

Yeah. I want to see more of the real you. Not faking it or tense or lying about what you are.

[amurdermostfowl]

...Identity's a bit more difficult than that, I think, but I'll try for it?

[plotluck]

Well, at least not being tense.

[amurdermostfowl]

Yeah, I'll try for it.

[plotluck]

Okay. What do you want for breakfast?

[amurdermostfowl]

Whatever you'd like. [normally he says something specific, so this might be him being more earnest.]

[plotluck]

...Cereal.

[IT'S EASY don't judge him.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[charmed tho] Okay.

[plotluck]

I'll make coffee.

[Because he doesn't know about you mister tried to exhaust himw ith sex and stayed up, but he's still kind of tired.]

[amurdermostfowl]

Now we're talking. [rolls off him cheerfully]

[plotluck]

[Oh no. But his brother was warm and comfortable. Oh well, cereal and coffee sound good though, and he's climbing off the couch for that purpose.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[Noel already promised to make coffee so Rowan takes cereal into his own hands]

[plotluck]

[A complex mission but one suited for Rowan. But yeah starting coffee and joining him for cereal.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[sliding a bowl his way!]

[plotluck]

[Taking it!

Breakfast is very exciting. Or well, not really but it's enjoyable to have with his brother and over the next couple days things are pretty normal except for the inclusion of magic lessons. And you know, also the fact that they're still fucking a lot and are biologically related but normal for them anyway.

One night after sex and a shower and round of slowly figuring out what form of magic best works for Noel, long after both have fallen asleep, Noel slips out of bed around three in the morning to grab a drink.

It's about when he closes the fridge to head back to bed that Rowan will feel the surge of tainted magic from the living room.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[that wakes him up really fast, and the first thing he does is reach for where Noel had been in bed with him when he fell asleep. not finding him there stabs a cold shard of dread into his chest. but there's no time to panic, and instead Rowan barrels (naked) into the living room, magic threads already forming at his fingertips.]

[plotluck]

[He'll run face-first into the cloying sweet scent of demonic aphrodisiac. Heady and overwhelming. The thing is just kind of. In the living room, bulging and writing and entirely out of place.

It's not just one center of mass either. I'm gonna make up bullshit about tentacle monsters now. They're a low-level demon, not strictly dangerous in that they aren't real into violence, but really annoying and hard to defeat because they sprawl and spread and even one small part left unobliterated will let them regenerate and attach to a human to feed and grow.

At the moment there's a tentacle dropping down from the ceiling to slide over Rowan's back and two more crawling along the floor for his feet.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[Rowan is quick to lash out with his strings, pulling some full-on walter c. dornez shit, straight up shredding the tentacle that's already touching him and keeping his momentum forward, searching for his brother.] Noel?!