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.

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[amurdermostfowl]

[He's single-mindedly murdering tentacles two and three at a time, prioritizing the ones going for himself then the ones going for Noel, as much as it kills him to let Noel endure this for even a split second more. Better to save his brother slowly than not at all.]

[plotluck]

[He will eventually, methodically, murder everything until he gets the ones fucking his brother and murders those too, which gets Noel kneeling and coughing for a moment, catching his breath. Conveniently once the monster is completely defeated the gore and goo kind of dissolves to ash and dissipates so cleanup won't be a problem.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[it's hard for monsters to fake that sort of defeat, so he trusts that it's gone for real.

Rowan staggers in close to Noel, dropping to his knees and looking him over with sharp concern, even though he's frankly way more of a mess, at least physically.]

[plotluck]

[This is a weird situation. Rowan has more fucked up life experience to deal with this than Noel does but Noel is also the older brother, or at least, that's the position he's been in his whole life. Shaking things off to make sure Rowan is fine is almost second nature. It just takes him a minute to catch his breath and gather his thoughts enough, reaching up to cup Rowan's face and return the concern.] Rowan. Hey. You okay?

[amurdermostfowl]

[this doesn't really compute (especially with the aphro still raging) so it takes him a moment to answer.] --I'm fine. I'm doing fine. How are you holding up?

[plotluck]

You sure...? [He's looking him over for wounds or anything, hating being this powerless but trying not to seem you know, wigged out or traumatized.] You took it pretty badly. You're not wounded anywhere?

[amurdermostfowl]

[he is REALLY FUCKING BRUISED, enough that it's already starting to show, and he's not going to be up for anal again for a while, probably, given how rough the tentacles were, but...]

I've had worse. But- this was my fault. I fucked up. We got really lucky...

[plotluck]

I don't see how this was your fault. [He brushes his fingers over his brother's face, pushing his hair back.] Let's get cleaned up. [They both look a mess and maybe getting clean will help a bit, he can put bruise cream on Rowan's bruises too, and his own, and then just... Try not to feel furious and violated by the whole thing. No, furious is going to happen anyway. He was powerless to protect Rowan and he hates it.]

[amurdermostfowl]

The wards. I fucked up the wards. That shouldn't have been able to find us at all. [but he leans into his brother's touch, needy in a way he isn't really processing, too busy hating himself for this happening in the first place.]

[plotluck]

[He strokes Rowan's cheek, comforting and also being comforted by Rowan being solid.]

We can fix that later then...

[He's forcing himself to stand, wincing, tugging Rowan gently up with him. He even manages a smile that doesn't seem fake.]

You were pretty dashing, though.

[amurdermostfowl]

How was I dashing? You're the one who saved our asses. [then, winces, because that's a little on the nose, isn't it. but he's standing too, only sort of letting Noel tug him up.]

[plotluck]

Well from my point of view... [That was on the nose though. But He's guiding Rowan to the shower and turning it on.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[leaning against him while Noel does productive things I guess, letting himself be taken care of a little.]

I need to redo them. Just... after the shower. Don't let me forget, okay?

[plotluck]

Yeah.

[He tests the water and gently pushes Rowan under the water.]

Let's get this gunk off.

[You know the gross aphro goo coating them both.]

[amurdermostfowl]

Yeah. It's no good to be exposed to it much longer. [reaching to tug Noel under with him, to help scrape the worst of it off with a washcloth so the water can penetrate it better.]