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NOT A SMUT CHAPTER BECAUSE THEY ARE BROTHERS!~

~NO INCEST!~


No music for this one.


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Oliver and Sebastian stumbled into the bathroom, two bleary-eyed sleepheads wrestling with toothbrushes. The morning light filtering through the window highlighted the toothpaste foam clinging to the corners of their mouths.

"Sho, whatcha up to?" Oliver mumbled around his toothbrush, spraying a few stray flecks of toothpaste in Sebastian's direction.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, carefully aiming his toothbrush at Oliver. "What does it look like I'm doing, dumbass? Brushing my teeth."

Oliver ducked the spray, giving Sebastian a lopsided grin. "Jus' checking. Gotta make sho the baby brothe' practices good oral hygiene."

Sebastian made a show of exaggerated eye-rolling. "I think I can manage to brush my own teeth, thanks. But you clearly need some supervision."

He gestured at the generous glob of toothpaste Oliver had applied, dripping down his chin. Oliver looked in the mirror and laughed, quickly swiping at his face with the back of his hand.

"Shut up, you're one to talk. Your mouth's full of foam."

Sebastian glanced in the mirror and sure enough, he was sporting a rather impressive foamy beard. He made a face at his reflection before spitting into the sink.

"Fuck, I forgot what a pain in the ass mornings are," he grumbled, scrubbing at his teeth. "I'm gonna mainline coffee as soon as I get downstairs."

Oliver's eyes lit up. "Ooh, coffee. Good idea, little bro. We can have pancakes too! I'm starved."

Sebastian snorted. "You're always starved. I swear, you have a hollow leg."

Oliver shrugged, still grinning. "Hey, when you're my age, you need a lotta fuel."

Sebastian rolled his eyes but couldn't help smiling. Their good-natured bickering was a familiar morning ritual. He spat again, rinsing his toothbrush.

"Come on then. Let's go raid the kitchen."

Oliver whooped enthusiastically. "Hell yeah! Prepare to be conquered, breakfast!"

They high-fived with their toothbrushes before tossing them in the holder, ready to take on the day in their usual goofy fashion. All was right in the world again.


You like the ship name I made up for Oliver and Seb?


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