Between Us

Between Us -the purge

Between Us

Disclaimer-this is a fictional story I created in my twisted mind. Any resemblance to real life events it's truely co-incidental. Created for those who love LT and it's my own form of artistic expression. I do not own the rights to the video or music.

Being beautiful is subjective, it all depends on who is on the receiving end of the sideways glances and who is on the giving end of the adoration. -SR

Laurent watched his brother sleeping peacefully on their flight back to London. His hands lifted from the armrest to cover Bunny's shoulders with the blanket provided for 1st class passengers.

His hand brushed against Larry's cheek. A bright sensation of overwhelming love consumed him. His beautiful twin, so handsome. He didn't care that Larry borrowed his favorite black jacket though he'd argued with him about it that morning. He stared at him for a lingering moment. Knowing that they were anatomically the same didn't matter. Larry was always the more handsome twin in Laurent's eyes. He slipped his hand under the blanket to hold his twin's hand as sleep came down hard on him.

Landing at any airport made him nervous especially the one in London. Fame created a chaos of adoring fans looking for photo ops. That meant being kind even if you were tired, or hungry or just wanted to pick up your luggage and get home. Laurent looked across the sea of passengers rushing around for their driver. He spotted a tiny woman holding a sign that read, 'Les Twin's on a piece of white paper, their driver. Larry kept getting stopped for pictures. Laurent rolled his eyes from behind a new pair of designer sunglasses.

"Let's go bro," he yelled over his shoulder at him. Two teenage girls giggled when Larry posed for their selfie. A smile eased across Lau's face too. He never could resist Bunny's infectious smile.

Back at their shared apartment, Laurent turned on some music as soon as they walked in the door before getting into the shower. The long sleep on the flight energized him. For once they didn't have an engagement to rush off too. One night of no expectations, or performances, seemed like a dream come true. He stripped down in the privacy of his own bedroom before going to turn on the shower.

The water was so hot it stung when he first entered. He placed his hands on the tile wall letting the steaming drops run across his back. Thoughts of their last performance replayed in his mind. He reached for the bodywash with eyes closed. The dancing wasn't what was on his mind. There was no remembrance of the dancing at all. What he remembered was Larry grabbing him from behind wrapping his arms around him. The feelings of that performance in Miami were a toxic mixture ofon the perfect song along with a heartbreaking pain, both consumed him.

The break-up with Lena was hard on both twins. When he danced that night, Laurent tried to release the venomous connection to her. Nobody except Larry knew what their relationship really consisted of,. The inability to see anything past each other's attractiveness made their relationship doomed before it ever started. If it wasn't for Larry tightening his grip around his waist, he might have actually done what he tried to do during the performance, let that bitch go! Sadly, Lena still held some type of dysfunctional hold on him.

Turning around to get out of the shower, Laurent saw Larry standing in the bathroom holding his towel.

"What are you wearing tonight? Can we wear the same thing this time?" Larry said innocently wearing a sweet grin.

Laurent flipped his long hair back as drops of water splashed Larry. He snatched the towel from his brother wrapping it around his waist tucking it at the center of his rippling abs. In a flash, he felt annoyed with his twin.