You And Me - A Collection of Les Twins One Shots

Bottled Sunshine

1, Giddy Larry

Laurent sighed, wondering what he'd ever done in his life to deserve this. 

He tried to untangle himself from his tipsy twin for just long enough to fish the room keys from his pocket. But not even a second after Laurent had let go, Larry tripped over his own feet with a cackle and  bumped into him, almost knocking the key card out of Laurent's hand in the process. 

"Whoopsie."

Laurent let out a controlled breath through his nostrils, clenching his jaw in frustration. "C'mon, bro," he grumbled, finally having managed to unlock the door to his room and prop it up long enough to usher his twin brother inside. "Careful. Larry, carefu—hey!"

Larry tripped over the threshold and Laurent managed to grab him by the back of his shirt, barely keeping him from faceplanting into the wall. "I said careful."

"'s beautiful," Larry gasped, his eyes sparkling as he stumbled into the expensive hotel suite that Laurent had been looking forward to enjoying alone. Laurent had planned on having some much needed me-time today, far away from his brother who had decided to hit a local nightclub with a couple of people from the crew. But his plans of having a night to himself had been rudely interrupted, when one of their friends called to tell him that Larry had had too much to drink.

"Look how freaking bauti.. b-beua—"

"Beatiful."

"— beautiful this room is." Larry spun around in a circle with his arms stretched out in the air, making helicopter noises, before collapsing onto Laurent's queen-sized double bed and Laurent watched it all in a haze of frustration and worry because seeing Larry in the state he was in now, with his hair a mess and his wallet and phone half hanging out of the pocket of his jeans, made Laurent aware that anything could have happened. His brother was a trouble-magnet on a good day, but at least he knew how to defend himself when he was sober. But this Larry right here? Anyone could have just walked up to him and done whatever. 

"Lau...the room's spinnin'."

"Just lay down." Laurent kicked off his shoes and flicked his hair over his shoulder with a huff. He had told Larry not to drink the strong shit. They could barely hold soft liquor like beer or wine, so drinking a few cocktails had turned out to be a very BAD idea. Their whole lives they had weaned off of alcohol, only for Larry to throw his morals out the window the moment someone offered him a nice-looking cocktail with a little colorful umbrella in it. Bottled sunshine when he was sober, but get a few longdrinks into his system and he was fucking giddy. 

"You think tha guys... notice' I was... drunk?" Larry suddenly asked and Laurent rolled his eyes.

"Oh, definitely," he muttered, pulling on his twin's sweater and trying to get him to cooperate. Larry's arms were floppy and uncooperative as Laurent disentangled his twin's limbs from several layers. The sweater came off first, then the shirt and Laurent grimaced a bit when he noticed the shirt was drenched in sweat. "The things I do for you..." he muttered.

"You mad?" Larry asked innocently and then grinned. "You areeee," Larry giggled, pointing his finger at Laurent's face and coming dangerously close to poking him in the eye. Laurent swatted at Larry's hand before wrestling his twin down against the mattress and pulling the blanket up over him.

"Shut up and go to sleep, okay?" Laurent swallowed. "We'll talk tomorrow."

2, Provocative Larry

It usually started out small, totally unbeknownst to the eye of an unexperienced beholder, but Laurent had a post-grad degree in 'understanding Larry' and he noticed the signs right away.