You And Me - A Collection of Les Twins One Shots

Spin The Bottle

Larry moves first because he can tell from the way Laurent looks at him that this is as far as he'll take it. 

Everything about this situation is so far out of the ballpark of their natural realm, out of their usual interactions that he'll be more comfortable with Larry taking the lead.

Larry turns around to face his brother, ignoring the catcalls and whistles from the group of girls around them. 

It's just a stupid game, he tells himself. 

No reason to be nervous.

By the end of their little performance, these girls won't be cheering because their jaws will hang open. And by the end of the night, if they play their cards right, they can each have their pick and go home with whichever girl they favor.

All he has to do right now, is focus on his brother. 

So he turns his sensory receptors down to the lowest possible volume until it's all just white noise around them and there's only Laurent left. It's almost like no one else is even watching anymore, like they're all just static pieces of furniture in the background and Laurent is the only person in the room with him.

Larry grabs his brother's face, cups it with both hands and holds his gaze. 

Laurent looks at him like he holds all the answers to his questions, like there's not a single bad thing on earth that can happen to him with Larry's palms against his cheeks, with Larry's thumb swiping lovingly over the corner of his lips and tracing the curve of his cheekbone.

Laurent's caramel skin is the same as Larry's and yet it feels different to his own. It feels softer somehow, like smooth velvet under the tips of his fingers.

Larry leans closer until he can feel Laurent's breath against his lips, until he can feel the erratic beat of his brother's heart across their chests as though they are touching even though they are not. And then he stops, lingering there, just a few millimetres between them. 

His eyes flicker down to Laurent's lips and Laurent's eyelids flutter when Larry leans in to press their lips together. It's weird for a moment, for only a fracture of a second before Larry stops thinking about it and just goes with what feels right. And then it's as though they are dancing. 

He allows his body to take over, allows for his brother's mind to melt with his own, for his own moves to compliment his twin's. Larry moves his hands from his brother's cheeks to the back of his head, carding through his hair. Laurent lets out a tiny involuntary noise of surprise and Larry uses his momentary distraction to flick his tongue over his bottom lip. 

They break apart on a gasp, their eyes ablaze with something that neither oft hem can pinpoint. They know that they could probably leave it at that, their lips have touched, there was a bit of hands involved, a quick swipe of a tongue against lips and that will probably satisfy a bunch of half-drunken girls with a wild imagination. 

But it doesn't satisfy them. 

Nothing they ever do is half-hearted and if drinking a glass of water can be a competition between them, then so can be kissing.

Laurent latches onto him with so much force that Larry almost falls back, his arms shooting out to wrap around his brother for support. Unperturbed, Laurent sucks on Larry's bottom lip, biting the plush skin as though he takes ownership of it. Larry has no idea where the sudden energy-shift comes from, but he grins at his brother's eagerness. He opens up, never one to deny his brother anything and they are kissing for real this time, their tongues twisting together, their chests pressed up close, heat transcending from one body into the other.