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"Are you done sulking?"
Black turned murderous eyes toward Gumpa, his annoyance growing even more as the older man ignored it, most of his attention focused on the bike he was currently working on. Hoisting himself on another bike next to him, Black muttered: "Shut up, I have every right to be fucking pissed."
"No, you don't."
"I fucking do!"
Just remembering the whole thing was making his blood boil. He and Gumpa had still been kissing last night when a loud squeaky noise made them jump and look up.
White had been looking at them with huge eyes and red cheeks and Black would have been embarrassed if not for the fact that all he could think about was: why the hell was his baby brother even up here to begin with?!
"P!"
White was quick getting down the ladder, running toward him, excitement obvious on his face and Black, hopping down, opened his arms just in time for his baby brother to jump into them.
"I missed you…" White whispered, nestling his face against his neck, his embrace almost bruising.
Black hugged him just as hard, allowing himself a few seconds to close his eyes, letting the smell of vanilla settle around him, calming and soft.
"I was barely gone for a few days, you crybaby," he muttered, still letting his brother do as he pleased. White whined a bit, nuzzling against his hair before suddenly taking a step back, wide eyes jumping between Black and Gumpa, a mischievous smile getting larger and larger on his face.
Black started to sweat.
"Don't you dare. Don't," he hissed, the words only cementing whatever was going through White's mind right now. The little shit squealed again and for a few seconds, Black truly felt the desire to strangle his twin.
And of course, of course, that's the moment Sean chose to show up, looking at them from above, obviously confused.
"What the hell has gotten into him?" he grumbled before making eye contact with Black and for just a second, he was sure he saw panic in said eyes.
Squinting at Sean, Black turned toward his brother, asking through gritted teeth.
"Why the fuck were you even up there? At three fucking in the morning."
White blushed but didn't hesitate before answering.
"I couldn't sleep and Sean was kind enough to let me go up to have a look at his books. Did you know that we kind of took the same uni course? I just wanted to see how different the materials were between Russia and Thailand."
Lies.
White was lying to him
And he was fucking good at it, too, which honestly didn't make Black feel better one bit after spending days with their father. If it had been anyone other than himself, and maybe Gumpa, they wouldn't have been able to tell at all. He was about to call him out on it, when the older man finally made his presence known again, taking a step forward.
"It's late. Why don't you two go and get some rest? I will take the couch. Black can bring us all to speed tomorrow, there is no rush."
Smiling, White acquiesced, seizing his hand and dragging him behind him.
Fine. For now.
°°°
"White lied to me! And for fucking Sean of all people." He muttered, crossing his arms in obvious annoyance. Still crouching in front of the bike he was working on, Gumpa sighed before finally rising up.
"Well, did you try to ask him about it again?"
"I did! He kept evading the damn question, it's so fucking annoying!" Black snapped, ready to launch himself into another angry rant, but he swallowed back the words when he felt hands settling down on his thighs. He had been so engrossed in his own annoyance that he didn't realise that the older man had gotten closer, now standing right in front of him with an amused smile on his face.
"What are you doing?" Black asked, trying and failing to appear angry, hot anticipation settling in his chest.
Gumpa raised an eyebrow at him, like he was an idiot for even asking.
"If that's any consolation, they weren't fucking. I would have known if they had, Sean's bed is squeaky as hell."
"Hia!" Black screamed, appalled at the mere idea of Sean putting his dirty ass hands on his baby brother. He started cursing up a storm, but the words were quickly swallowed by Gumpa's mouth on his.
Immediately, Sean was the furthest thing from his mind and Black hummed. Pleased, he let his hands wander, appreciating the hard muscles he could feel under his fingers as Gumpa's mouth left his to start nipping at his jaw, his ear. Sighing and tilting his head slightly, Black squeezed hard as one of his hands finally reached the older man's ass.
Almost instantly, the back of his neck was grabbed, Gumpa looking at him with an amused expression.
"Brat, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Black smirked back.
"Checking on the goods."
Gumpa snorted before catching the wandering hands and, to Black’s delight, pressing both of them against his ass, whispering to his ear.
"If you're gonna do it, at least do it properly."
And then he processed to start sniff-kissing his hair, his neck, breaking the growing tension between them. And Black was so taken aback that he couldn't stop an incredulous laugh to escape him.
"H-Hia, what–"
He laughed again as Gumpa didn't seem in any rush to stop. Grabbing the older man's shoulder, he finally managed to make him stop. Unable to stop a fond smile from appearing on his face, Black was ready to drag him back for some more steamy action when an annoying voice reached them.
"White?"
A few second later, Sean turned the corner and almost jolted in surprise when his eyes landed on Black, Gumpa already back to crouching in front of the bike he had been working on.
"What?" Black snapped, more than annoyed at the interruption.
Sean frowned.
"Nothing. I thought I heard White's laugh but— wait…was it you laughing?!" He asked, like it was a goddamn miracle or something, eyes wide and looking stupid as usual. It was so out of the blue, that Black was derailed from asking him why the fuck he even want to see his baby brother.
He gapped at Sean, next to him Gumpa snorted and Black felt himself flush in anger and embarrassment.
"The fuck, Sean? Just because you, Gram and Yok make me want to fling myself through a window half the time doesn't mean I can't fucking enjoy other people's company. And yes, you dumb fuck, that means laughing sometimes."
"But…White is not here," Sean replied, confused.
That's when Gumpa probably decided it was time to intervene before Black snapped and started to beat up Sean. Again.
The older man stood up loudly, catching his young charge's eyes.
"Oh, hi Hia!"
Pause.
"Wait, were you talking about Hia, Black?"
"Oh my god! Yes, Sean! Who the fuck else? Do you see someone else here? Are you so fucking stupid— wait don't answer that."
"P'!"
Black closed his eyes on resignation. Yeah, he was definitely not getting laid today.
A few seconds later, White appeared, all smiley and cute, before stopping in front of them. Immediately, his eyes were on Black, as if it was now a reflex to seek his brother's presence in a room first.
And then, they landed on Sean, sparkling in delighted mischief.
Black was not having any of it.
Hopping down from the bike, he grabbed his twin's arm and started dragging him away.
"We're going."
"But P'!"