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It's entirely Colt's fault. He can't even be mad about it because of that reason alone. He'd brought Ryland out to LA for the summer after months of begging his twin to come down to visit. He'd plied Ryland with promises of food and coffee and hanging out, laying it on thick for his perpetually clingy twin. He knew he'd won the moment Ryland hesitated over the phone, the silence deafening through his end of the call. His heart raced in his chest the moment Ryland sighed and muttered a meek "okay" through the speakers. Colt was just barely able to stop himself from punching the air in excitement, warmth pooling in his chest. Instead he tossed his head back and laughed in relief.
"Oh thank God, okay cool. I'll send you the flight details and directions to my new apartment." He could hardly contain his excitement. Ryland laughed over the phone quietly like he'd done something endlessly funny. Colt's smile nearly split his face in two, he could just feel it. He hung up the phone with a tenderly whispered goodbye and stood in the middle of his living room, hand placed on his chest in a pathetic attempt to control his racing heart. Finally, after far too long and a countless number of phone calls, his baby brother was going to be in the same city as him again. The relief that washed over him in that moment caused his knees to buckle and he sat heavily down on his couch, reclining his aching back against the cushions. He had to control himself. This would be a totally normal, not weird at all, time with his brother. He could control himself despite the fact he was endlessly head over heels for his twin. It wouldn't be a problem, he wouldn't allow it. He could be normal.
It made the situation in front of him so much worse. His tongue felt thick in his mouth, rage swelling like acid in the back of his throat as he watched Tom Ryder hover over Ryland, who seemed to just be giving him a placid and indulgent smile as he attempted to walk away. It didn't work, Ryder followed at his heels like a poorly trained dog, glasses half slid down his nose as he eyed the man hungrily. Colt couldn't help the way he stalked forward, relishing in the relieved look Ryland cast toward him as he approached. He caught the tail end of the half hearted conversation they were having before he stopped right next to Ryland, an arm automatically reaching for his brother to tug him close.
"Listen, I bet it'll be a blast but I don't party anymore." Ryland was being way too nice about this.
"Aww come on Rylie—" That grated at both twins nerves, Ryder's expression dipping into delighted surprise at the matching glares they both tossed in his direction. "Whoa, freaky. You two really are identical, huh? Anyway you should come, Colt's already going so you may as well." Ryder smirked.
"Since when am I going to any party? What party?" Colt slid his hand down Ryland's back, careful to keep the touch familiar but respectful. Ryland leaned back slightly into the touch.
"The party for the cast and crew I'm hosting tonight, duh." Ryder cast him an annoyed look. "The party you're contractually obligated to show up to."
Colt squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, tried to ignore what he knew was a questioning look from his brother. It'd been the one thing in his contract that had surprised him before signing, but something he hadn't really had to think about before. Usually Ryder didn't actually care if he showed up or not, and when he did demand Colt's presence it was usually for a party trick or two before Colt was allowed to fuck off. Jody had been at those parties previously, and the ability to flirt with her and feel up her shirt had been a deciding factor in the past. Now that they were staunchly in the 'just friends' territory, parties had less appeal.
"You're serious about this one?" He asked weakly, frowning at Ryder who seemed nothing if not delighted.
"Yup!" He popped the p obnoxiously, pushing his sunglasses up on his face. "Be there or else, and bring your brother." He leered at Ryland with what Colt presumed he thought was a charming smile before he turned and sauntered off in the direction of his trailer. Colt sighed, thoroughly annoyed, and passed a hand through his hair while turning toward his twin. Ryland had a pensive look on his face that Colt wasn't a fan of.
"Sorry about this, you don't have to actually go. I'll show up and do a party trick or something and skip out early." Ryland smiled at him and waved a hand in the air.
"No, no, come on I'll go. It might be fun, who knows? Been a while since I took any party drugs." Ryland's smirk had Colt's stomach in knots.
"No party drugs. You can maybe, maybe, drink." Colt pointed a finger in Ryland's face, who rolled his eyes and shoved his hand away. "My baby brother isn't getting fucked up on my watch." Ryland scoffed at him.
"I'm an adult, Colt, you can't exactly stop me. You couldn't in college and you can't now. But! For your sake, I'll just have, like, one or two drinks. Nothing crazy, I promise." Ryland tucked his hands in his cardigan pockets and shrugged his shoulders with an easy smile. Colt frowned.
"Fine, fine. Do you have anything even remotely party appropriate to wear to this fucking thing?" Colt asked.
"Nope!" Ryland chirped out. Colt laughed and shook his head, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and tugging him close.
"We'll find something for you in my closet, I'm sure." Colt's mouth went dry at the thought. Ryland snorted.
"Hopefully something that'll fit." He reached forward and pinched at Colt's bicep. Colt scoffed, his heart clenched painfully in his chest. Ryland's answering smile could put the sun to shame.
Colt was fucked. They'd both torn through his entire closet to find something for Ryland to wear that wouldn't be totally out of character for him. They had such wildly different styles now so it felt nearly impossible every time Colt held something up only for Ryland to veto it. Colt didn't think they were that different now. He could still remember when they wore matching outfits as kids and how hard it'd been to branch out, even if they were just both wearing a plain blue shirt. Being twins had been such an important part of their growing identities that Colt often felt it was hard to tell where he stopped and where Ryland began.
But that didn't have anything to do with their current fashion crisis.
"Okay, come on, you have to pick something here. Unless you just want to go wearing a button down, at this point I really don't care." He complained. Ryland sighed and rubbed at his temples, glasses hung down by his chin. Colt couldn't control himself, reached forward and fixed them on Ryland's nose. He was granted a small, grateful smile that went directly into his stomach. He felt insane. Ryland picked through his shirts again, nothing crazy or over the top but better for a party than some button down, and picked up a simple blue v-neck tee. He shucked off his shirt and tossed the tee on, throwing his shirt into the hallway to pick up later on his way to the guest room. Colt watched the flash of pale skin with the kind of hunger reserved for artists painting naked women. Or whatever.
"Okay, how about this?" Ryland spread his arms out and spun in a slow circle. Simple, easy enough to style, maybe a jacket? Colt gazed at him critically and tossed a leather jacket at him once Ryland was facing him again. His twin slid the jacket on and put his hands on his hips. Fuck, he looked good.
"Yeah, that's good. Real good. Okay, come on let's get this over with." Colt turned and tossed on a matching black v-neck and his Miami Vice jacket, the dread continuing to build in his chest and they got ready to go. "I'm so pissed I have to be here, he only wants me here because of you." It came out perhaps a bit more bitter than he was expecting, but he couldn't help himself. "Not that you're the problem. Ryder's just such an asshole." He complained.
"We'll go just for a little bit then dip out when he's distracted. As long as he sees you, right? Then he can't say you didn't show up. Just say hi to a few people and have a drink. Then we can leave and grab something to eat, or something." Ryland slid into the passenger seat of the truck and buckled himself in. Colt took a moment to gently smack his forehead against the steering wheel.
The party was in full swing by the time they arrived, though Colt wasn't surprised. He'd have been surprised if he'd found out Ryder had even waited until he was off set to start partying. Colt parked as close to the exit as he could manage without looking insane to passers by, climbing out of the truck and jogging to the other side of the truck to help Ryland down, who seemed surprised but accepted the hand offered to him. They entered together, the bass so loud it practically shook the foundation around them. Colt was quick to find Dan, a smile tossed in Jody's direction as they made eye contact from across the room. Ryland was right behind him, Colt with a firm grasp on his wrist.
"And the prodigal sons reveal themselves!" Dan shouted over the music with a laugh, tugging Colt into a hug. Colt patted him on the back and returned the hug, pulling away long enough to tug Ryland closer. Ryland smiled and waved at Dan but was tugged in close next, releasing a shocked squawk. Dan slapped him on the back before he released him and quickly pulled Colt into a conversation about the next day's stunts. Colt would never get tired of his job. Never. He was so absorbed in the conversation he didn't notice Ryland wander off, nor did he really acknowledge the drink that appeared in his hand. Someone slid by, he wasn't sure who it was, but he was hardly paying attention as he and Dan shifted from talking about the next days stunts to stunts in their favorite movies. It was a conversation they'd hashed out a million times before that never got old, at least not until Colt was blinking away the fog that had descended over his gaze. He shook his head and turned to ask Ryland a question before noticing for the first time he was absent, and his stomach sank.
"Dan, where's Ryland?" Colt asked, his head barely turned from the empty spot next to him.
"Shit, dunno man. Want help looking for him?" Dan looked over the crowd, bouncing up on his toes to see over the sea of people in the building.
"Yes, please. I don't want him alone with Ryder." Colt ground out, his jaw clenched. Dan nodded and went in one direction and Colt in the other, Colt attempting to use whatever fake twin telepathy he could muster to figure out where his baby brother was. After a few frantic minutes of searching Colt found Ryland exactly where he didn't want him, in Ryder's hold tossing back a plastic cup of something that looked neon purple from a distance. Ryland grimaced and shook his head, Ryder's hold on his shoulder tightening slightly. Colt felt a cold fury build inside him at the way Ryland's lashes fluttered against his cheeks. His cheeks were flushed pink and he had a dazed smile on his face, his glasses tilted awkwardly on his nose. Colt lurched forward but was stopped by a gaggle of drunk girls that passed in front of him. By the time he managed to get past them, Ryland and Ryder were gone. Colt felt panic spike in his system as he looked around but couldn't spot the messy mop of hair belonging to his brother anywhere. He shifted through the crowd and to the edge of the room, circling a few times before he checked the bathrooms on the ground floor, the kitchen, and the pool.
There was a ringing noise in his ears as he ascended the stairs to the second floor where the bedrooms were located. Time seemed to slow around him as he checked doors, opening up one bathroom and two bedrooms all in stages of use but with no Ryland in sight. He murmured an apology to the foursome in the next room as he closed the door, his eyes drawn to the last door at the end of the hall with the light on. Up here colorful lights threw shadows on the walls and Colt felt his heart in his throat as he approached the door and hesitantly put his hand on the knob. He felt clumsy, his slick palm twisting the knob and opening the door despite the noises he could just barely hear behind the wood. The soft sound of moaning, a swear or two, and a noise of unpleasant surprise when Colt threw the door open. Ryder was seated at the edge of the bed with Ryland sitting between his legs, hands tangled in Ryland's hair and thrusting up into his open and pliant mouth. Ryland looked out of it, glasses pushed hastily up his forehead and eyes glazed over with unshed tears. Ryder said something to him but Colt couldn't hear him through the sound of blood rushing in his ears. Ryland had a hand shoved down his pants and was mindlessly rutting against himself seeming entirely unaware of who was in the room, or perhaps unable to focus on anything except chasing his own pleasure and the cock in his mouth.
Colt didn't remember much about getting out of the party.
He remembered grabbing Ryland by the back of the shirt and the way he yanked him off his knees, the way Ryland stumbled and ripped his hand out of his pants. His wrist seared with the weight of Ryland's slick hand, Ryland's slick hand holding onto him. Distantly he thought he heard Ryder yelling but he was laser focused on getting him and Ryland out of the house. Ryland stumbled against him and Colt tugged him close, wrapping an arm around him as Ryland released his wrist— and wasn't that a funny thought? Colt's hands shook at the cooling sensation of damp damp damp damp on his wrist where Ryland's wet fingers had just been holding onto him. He had enough of his mind left to wave to Dan and point to the door when he passed by him, barely acknowledging the look Dan shot him. He needed to get Ryland home. He needed to get the vision of Ryland sucking Ryder's cock out of his brain. He closed his eyes the moment they exited the door and stood on the stairs for a moment, sucking in deep lungfuls of air and trying to get the slick sounds of Ryland's mouth out of the loop in his ears.
Ryland was useless. Colt's heart was in his throat as he led his brother to his truck, helping him into the passenger seat and buckled him in before he slammed the door closed and leaned against it, hand pressed to his chest. He felt like he could cry. He couldn't get his erection to go away. He needed to leave, now. Colt was grateful the sun had set by now, though he was unnerved by the thought that he'd spent way more time at this party than anticipated and wondered how long Ryland had been gone from his side exactly, and in the clutches of that fuckhead. The drive was agonizing. Colt attempted to talk to Ryland, to coax out what had happened, but Ryland was busy shoving his hand back down his pants and fingering himself in the passenger seat of Colt's truck. Colt's hands shook on the steering wheel at the soft whines that escaped his inebriated brother. He ground his teeth together and glued his eyes to the road, not to his brother who panted open mouthed and drooled next to him. This was unfair. It was torture. Tears pricked at the corners of Colt's eyes as he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment and reached over to rip Ryland's hand out of his pants, feeling that hot, slick sensation again as their palms slid together. The smell was heady and Colt practically threw open the door, gulping in fresh air as quick as he could to avoid the spinning sensation growing in his head. What the fuck had Ryder been serving at his party to do this to Ryland, to Colt?
Getting Ryland into the apartment was a battle of its own but Colt managed it, managed to dump his brother on the couch and retreat into the bathroom where he pressed a hand against the bulge in his jeans and prayed for it to just go away. The pulse of his cock in his jeans was addicting and he braced himself against the sink, eyes closed against his reflection. His head swam and without thinking he raised the hand that Ryland had been holding and huffed the scent of his slick from his skin. Without his permission his tongue lolled out of his mouth to lick a stripe up his hand to taste what he knew he couldn't have. He nearly brained himself on the sink as he doubled over.
Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland. Ryland.
He ripped the door open and managed just barely not to run back into the living room. Ryland was splayed out on the couch, pants and underwear hanging off one ankle, legs spread wide as he shoved three fingers in his soaked and twitching pussy. His other arm was thrown over his eyes, glasses abandoned on the floor. Colt's brain stopped working entirely. He stood stock still listening to the wet sound of Ryland's pussy and his breathy moans like a siren out at sea. Colt drew closer on shaking legs, his gaze practically burning a hole (hah) between Ryland's legs. Without thinking he reached forward and grasped Ryland's ankle, who gasped and peered at him from under wet lashes. Tears dripped down the side of his face and he whined, hips thrusting up into the air of their own accord. Colt couldn't do this. Colt shouldn't do this. His mouth was dry, throat clicking quietly as he swallowed hard. He had spent an embarrassing amount of time in his life stroking his cock to the thought of his brother. Felt like absolute shit for the way he looked at Ryland, no, Rylie, his Rylie.
"Rylie," he gasped out. "Please, Rylie I-I can't…"
Ryland mewled and bucked his hips again and Colt felt his composure shatter. Ryland could never find out about this. Ryland would fucking kill him and never speak to him again. These thoughts weren't enough to stop him from grabbing his brother's hips and dragging him up against the arm of the couch and pulling out his hand. Ryland grasped onto Colt's bare forearm and wailed as Colt leaned down and licked a wide stripe up his soaked pussy. Colt moaned into him, sucking his clit between his lips and feeling the gush of his pussy against his face. Colt planted his hands firmly on Ryland's thighs to prevent them closing around his head, holding him open to slide his tongue through his wet folds. He was nothing if not benevolent, allowing Ryland to grind against his tongue in whatever way he needed to best get off, Ryland mindless as he sought out his pleasure. Colt shoved two fingers in his pussy and shivered against the moan he could feel reverberating through Ryland's entire pelvis, pumping them rhythmically against his gspot. It wasn't long before Colt felt Ryland cum on his fingers, his pussy gushing down his wrist to drip onto the fabric of the couch. Hysterically Colt thought about how he'd never get that stain out, before he pulled his hand away and stood up straight to unbutton his pants. Ryland's knees shook as Colt grabbed him by the waist and hoisted him up against the arm of the couch, bending him over and shoving his shirt up to his armpits. Greedily Colt smoothed his hands down the pale expanse of Ryland's back, squeezing his ass and spreading his cheeks to stare down at the twitching pink of his pussy.
The feeling of guilt swimming in his veins wasn't enough to stop him from sliding the tip of his cock through Ryland's folds, not with the encouraging way Ryland canted his hips back against him. He was only a man. He pushed in slowly, gasping against the wet heat of Ryland's pussy. Ryland moaned and he could feel it down to his toes, connected through his cock. He was mindless in the way he rolled his hips against his brother, Ryland's socked feet slipping against the floor as Colt rutted into him. Ryland's pussy clenched around him and he nearly spilled, barely managing to hold himself back by slowing down his thrusts, unwilling for it to end so soon. He closed his eyes for a brief moment with the understanding that this would likely never ever happen again, that this was his only chance to get it out of his system without Ryland being much the wiser. In theory, anyway. He opened his eyes again and attempted to sear the image of Ryland bent over the couch into the back of his eyelids. The image of Ryland with Ryder's cock in his mouth swam to the surface of his brain and he bit his lip, face flushing with frustration as he laid into Ryland harder, encouraged by the mewling moans spilling from Ryland's lips. He slid his hands up Ryland's sides over and over, thriving in the feeling of his sweat slicked skin. He leaned down and trailed his lips up the curve of Ryland's spine, closing his eyes and imagining a world where this wasn't such a fucked up thing to do to his baby brother. His orgasm snuck up on him with the rhythmic clenching of Ryland's pussy against him, punching a moan out of him and a moment of pure panic as he spilled directly inside his twin brother. Not only had he fucked his brother, he'd done it raw, and just came inside him. His head swam and the room spun around him as he gasped, slipping out of Ryland as he stumbled back and hit the wall. Ryland's legs shook as cum dripped out of him and down his thighs, lax against the arm of the couch and continuing to moan softly. Reality washed over Colt like ice water in his veins and he buried his face in his hands, unable to escape the intoxicating scent of sex in the air.
Colt didn't allow himself time to wallow. He stood and tucked himself back in his jeans, buttoning his pants almost frantically and striding forward to stand next to Ryland. Ryland gazed up at him with no awareness for his surroundings and Colt's stomach turned with the memory of a neon purple drink in his hands. Leave it to Ryder to drug people at his party without caring to warn people. By the time he glanced back down Ryland's eyes were closed and he was breathing evenly, his chest rising and falling with sleep. He gently picked his brother up and set him properly back on the couch, cleaning him with a warm washcloth before carrying him into the guest room. He dressed Ryland in pjs and tucked him into bed, setting Tylenol and a glass of water on the nightstand before cleaning up what he could of the living room. When he was done and the silence filled the apartment he mechanically moved to his own bedroom and laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling with the memory of what he'd done replaying in his head over and over again.
His heart swelled in his chest and his stomach swooped with arousal.
Hopefully Ryland wouldn't remember anything come morning.