Main Summary: A few years ago, Roman had gone around the world to find his wayward twin brother. Now, he hardly let Remus leave his side. To get away from his brother's pity, Remus visits a strip club, expecting a few hours of freedom, but finds muc...
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It was too damn early to be up and about, Remus thought as he unlocked the door to his duplex and stepped inside, fully intending to go the fuck back to sleep ASAP, and maybe blow off a little steam to the memories he'd made last night.
"Where have you been?! We were worried sick!"
And there Roman was, playing the concerned parental figure scolding his wayward child. He was still dressed in his fancy button-down with the artfully rolled up sleeves and perfectly pressed charcoal slacks. Though his clothes were a bit rumpled from sleeping in them on Remus' couch, which had become an annoying habit of his whenever Remus ignored his texts and phone calls during a late-night bender.
"None of your fuckin' business, bro." Remus spat out the last word, lacing it with as much derision and scorn as he could to show how much he cared about Roman's 'authority'. "What do you even care?"
Remus brushed past his twin and clambered up the stairs, taking them two at a time, though Roman still chased him up to his lofted bedroom. All Remus had wanted to do was get into bed and fuck his fist while thinking about last night until he passed out, but he couldn't do that while Roman was here, ew. And besides that, those memories were special. Private. His and Galaxy's alone.
"I care because you're my brother! We had a whole party planned and then we turn around and you're just gone!"
"Sorry for ruining your fun. You musta been so upset."
"I was!"
"Well, it's a good thing you and your boyfriends had all night to yourselves to get over it, huh? Don't you have a photoshoot or something to get to?"
"I-"
They were interrupted by a shrill beeping. Roman pulled out his phone and swore before looking back up and pointing an accusing finger at Remus.
"We're not done talking about this. I have to go."
"Adios, bromigo." Remus waved him away as he sprinted down the steps and back outside, the door slamming shut after him.
With the heaving sigh, Remus let himself fall backward onto his bed, landing spread-eagle. The image of Galaxy's face一eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, lips bruised一sprang unbidden to the forefront of his mind once more.
Remus was thoroughly fucked.
Maybe a shower and some fresh clothes would help. Not that it had ever helped in the past, but he could hope. Remus let the water cascade over him and rinse off the musk of sex and sweat, the last remnants of Galaxy that still clung to his skin. He wanted to hold onto it, only now, stupid Roman had gotten into his head and he absolutely didn't want to touch himself with his goddamn brother on his mind. He finished cleaning himself and stepped out to dry off and dress into a clean shirt and a pair of ripped jeans, forcing his thoughts away from brothers and birthdays and tall strippers with lean, powerful thighs and hands that burned on his skin.
