'Ginger biscuits,ginger biscuits,this is my song about ginger biscuits' Jack sang,clicking his fingers.He was really getting into it,flailing his right arm about,while the other held onto a cup of tea.All in a flash,Finn who was sitting next to Jack let out a piercing scream.
Jack peered over to see Finn hopping about,cursing himself.Jack realised that Finn had spilled the contents all over his torso and upper abdomen.It wasn’t until the shouts of ‘Jack mate,what the fuck?!’ did Jack begin to understand that it was his fault.He rushed to find a tea towel located in the kitchen.He went to go fetch the tea towel.As he was about to enter the bedroom,he saw that the door was ajar.
Through the little gap was Finn,having discarded his soaking wet clothing,was now left in a pair of tight black boxers.Looking through a large mirror hung from the wall he patted his pink tinged skin,with the surrounding area a pale tone.
Jack entered,coughing as he did,to make his presence known.
'I guess y- you don't need this',he stumbled,raising the tea towel,then letting it drop back down again.
'Is it okay mate?' he continued,touching Finn's stomach softly,letting his fingers linger a little longer than was necessary.
'Yeah it'll be alright Jackamo' Finn explained,swatting Jack's finger away,which he didn't imply to be mean.Seeing that Jack's face began to look upset,Finn pulled Jack into a bear hug as reassurance that he wasn't mad.
'Sorry Finny' Jack mumbled.Finn patted his back as an acceptance of the apology.Jack was now fully aware that Finn was nearly fully naked.They stopped hugging as the awkwardness in the air grew.They were now looking deep into each other's eyes.They both took in each other's faces,even though it was a familiar sight as they were twins.
Jack inched his head a few centimetres forward and pressed his lips onto Finn’s soft and supple lips.He kept them there for a few moments.Finn was savouring the moment until he realised that this was his twin brother Jack,the guy he knew since they were foetuses in their mother’s womb.
Finn finally came to his senses.He Clenched his fists and struck Jack.Jack sunk to the floor whimpering,holding his face.Blood started to emerge from his face but it was unclear as to where it was coming from.Finn pegged it, grabbing a shirt and pants,running for the front door.Jack was left to fend for himself as he heard the front door slam close. Finn stomped out of the London home.The shirt and pants he had carelessly taken were Jacks-The last person he would choose to have their clothes on him.As he got further away from the house Finn became more relaxed.Slowing his pace,he wandered around aimlessly.
The sun was setting,with the white fluffy clouds having a pinky orange hue.There was a light breeze to the summer air that made it a nice evening for walking.
Not thinking straight,Finn had been on his third lap of a posh neighbourhood.The owner of the houses that were mowing the lawn or any other gardening business began to give Finn odd looks,so he moved on.
'How could Jack do this to me,he's ruined everything,the prick.'The angry little voice that screamed repeatedly in Finn's head.He decided that he need to confront Jack and tell him that what they did was wrong on so many levels and needed to be stopped.
Darkness had fallen when Finn arrived home.He quietly unlocked the door.From what he could see,there was nothing that looked out of the ordinary.Then a sudden sickness came over him.He remembered that sate he had left Jack in. Panic-stricken,he sprinted up the stairs to Jack’s bedroom,where Finn found him alone in the dark.
He switched on the lamp beside the sofa to reveal a blood-stained Jack lying still on the wooden floor.His puffy eyelids were half opened,showing only little parts of his beautiful green eyes.Finn shook Jack by the tops of his arms.Jack groaned in response.Relief washed over Finn- at least Jack was alive.
Finn hauled Jack up and carefully dragged themselves to the nearby bathroom.Finn then placed his younger brother onto the edge of the bathtub.Finn was concerned that Jack would fall back ways into the bath but he decided that he’d worried about it when it actually happened.He took a wet wash cloth to Jack’s face and began to mop up the bloody remains.
As a way of not making eye contact,Jack slumped over, embarrassed.
'Hold still'Finn said in a low tone,using his index and middle finger to slightly lift up Jack's chin,so now both their faces were in view of each other.
Finn carefully studied Jack’s face,which showed no emotion.His forehead and cheeks pasty white and then as Finn moved to inspect his nose,which was a dark burgundy colour obviously from the dried in blood.The nose itself didn’t appear to be broken so Finn was happy that a trip to A&E wasn’t going to be needed tonight.
After twenty minutes of continued scrubbing of Jack’s face,the blood had left,leaving his face raw.After having tucked in Jack,Finn stood at the side of the bed watching his brother peacefully sleep.He saw how Jack’s perfect little body rose with every breathe he took.
As the full moon from outside shone through the window and onto one half of Jack’s face,highlighting his cheekbones,Finn felt an over-whelming amount of love bubble up inside him,but it wasn’t just a brotherly love he felt,it was a love he was too scared to admit to himself.
And as if Jack was awake the whole time and could hear his brother’s thoughts,he called to Finn,
'Please come here and talk to me Finny.'
