The Double Life

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Currently, rewatching The Modern Family

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When Can's alarm goes off, he immediately jumps out of bed. Waking up early no longer bothered him. Why? Because for some strange reason Tin is still standing when Can gets up. Can already ask him why, but he just said he was an early bird.

For the past few weeks, Can couldn't stop texting Tin. Or stop thinking about Tin. He even had some not-so-innocent dreams about the nerdy boy. But I can't help it. He is so sweet, funny and kind. With his chocolate brown hair, cute dimples and cute sweaters, he takes over Can's mind every second of the day. Not to mention those hands. Gush those hands are weakening Can's knees. The things he wants those hands to do to him. That's what he thinks about when he gets into his morning shower.

He closes his eyes and thinks about how he wants those hands all over his body. He wants them in his hair, his neck and all over his chest. He wants those fingers to go down her back and sides, and then he wants them to grab her hips. Can leans over and wraps a hand around his cock as the water pounds behind his back. This is where he wants Tin's hands the most. He wants Tin to mark his neck with those full lips as his hands rub Can through his soccer shorts. He wants to feel his hands slide under the waistband of his boxers and grab his cock. He wants to look into Tin's beautiful brown eyes as he kidnaps Can so fast and hard that that giant hand blurs. He wants those muscular hands to make him cum so hard that he covers them both with his cum.

Can's hand moves over his cock so quickly that it starts to burn, even with the (now a little cold) water dripping from the shower head. Usually when he jerks off and he does, he pauses for a moment to relieve the burn, but the rub is so good and he's so close. He speeds up even more, ignoring the burn. He imagines Tin jerking off for him as his cute glasses slide down to the bridge of his nose. The last thought he has is what he imagines as the face of Tin's orgasm, and then he comes with a prolonged moan called Tin. He comes out of the high and then sinks into the wall while catching his breath.

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Tin has just finished his last set of 50 pushups when Can sends him his usual morning text.

'I don't want to get up'

Tin is in love. This boy is seriously the cutest person in the world. He quickly types "me neither" before moving to his pull-up bar. He only passes about 30 before getting too curious to see what Can is sending back and rushing to his phone.

'But at least I can see you. Even if you have giant dumb hands.

Tin isn't quite sure what the remark with his hands was about, but he ignores it and throws back and "lol". Deciding that he's not going to be doing much more when it comes to training (he needs to stay in shape for shoots and so on), he takes a shower.

Once there, his mind somehow wanders to Can, as it always does. He doesn't understand why, but Can is just playing with Tin's head. Pewter is used to having the upper hand over relationships. Being famous usually intimidates people. But all this thought of "being a normal kid" makes it very difficult for him. Tin just wants Can and disguised as a nerd doesn't help him get Can. Tin wants everything from him. In so many ways. He wants to be Can's tea in the morning while Can lazily gets out of bed and wraps his arms around Tin. He wants Can to be in the director's chair during Tin's photo shoots with the boys' other key people. But he also wants Can in other ways.

He wants to be the one to touch Can. The only one. Tin closes his eyes and wraps a hand around his cock. He wants to feel Can's muscles clench underneath his hands. He starts to slowly stroke. He wants to feel Can shiver as he slides his hands behind his back. Tin moves his hand up and down. He wants to hear Can moan his name as he squeezes his ass. Tin has to stop all his movements and squeeze his cock so life doesn't get there. Holy shit this ass.

Can can't know what he's doing to Tin with that ass. The way he walks through the halls, his hips swaying back and forth. Or the way he runs up and down the football field. And for love, the way he pulls that stuff out when he's in his athletic stance. Damn it, it's like he's begging Tin to take him. Tin starts petting again, because that's what he wants. He wants Can under him, face down, ass up, begging Tin to ruin him. He imagines Can rubbing his hips in circles as he fucks himself on Tin's tongue. Tin can almost feel his lungs contract as he imagines himself buried in Can's ass. He begins to move his hand at an alarming rate and he thinks about ploughing Can mercilessly as Can bounces on his cock. With a loud moan of Can's name, Tin throws his head back and comes bent over her back so hard.

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When Can arrives at school, he is a little late from his shower activities (and again while drying himself), but surprisingly Tin was also late because they arrived at the same time.

"So how was your morning?" asked Tin.

"Very good," Can lied. His morning was really great, "what about yours?"

"It was fun." said Tin, blushing, and they both went inside.

*** to be continued ***

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