Sidenote: Tim and Jim are 17 years old and just finished their junior year in high school in this fic.
July 11, 2007, 7:11 pm: Emaciated and unable to move, the skeletal figure lay solid on the bed, dead to the world around. Scarlet slices littered his grey skin, and protruding ligaments and tendons formed ridges across his skeletal body. Jim gulped deeply in fear and anticipation, gawking on instinct when the cop leaned over and whispered, "You got what you deserved." A hand slithered beneath Jim's which made him shrieked loudly just as the skeletal figure on the screen jerked awake.
"Jesus Christ, Tim!" Jim exclaimed hotly, pausing the movie to brush discarded popcorn and candy from his lap, "You'd almost give me a fuckin' heart attack, you asshole!"
Timchuckled at Jim's distress, picking up loosepopcorn from the tiny pillow that separated them on the couch. "Your candy is better than mine," Tim remarked, plucking a long blue twizzler from Jim's ruined pile and popping it into his mouth where it dangled below his chin.
Jim narrowed his eyes at Tim while asking huffed interrogatively, "You think that'll stop me?" He put his bowl aside, tossing the dividing pillow after it.
"It got my germs on it," Tim retorted sardonically with a wry smirk, sucking another inch of the blue sweet into his mouth and chewing. A glisten washed through his deep brown eyes and Jim could see the corner of them crinkle in the light emitted from the TV. "Mmm..., taste so good...," Tim moaned, pulling another piece into his mouth so that just an inch of the red candy was left.
Jim paused momentarily, not considering the effects of having Tim's germs all over him but admiring the older twin brother before him. Tim let his hair grow since their freshman year; it wasn't kemptly long as Kim's, but it was shaggily long enough he could occasionally put it in a ponytail. His hair was tucked underneath his backwards cap, which exposed every inch of his face: His chocolate brown eyes that were glistened with chivalry, and below, his pearly grin stretched across lightly tanned skin.
Jim surprised himself ashe inched closer to Tim, closing the gap between them and took the free end of twizzler between his own teeth. Their lips brushed and from there, Jim bit the end free and pressed his own warmlips against Tim's. It was still for a moment where both boys were unsure of what to do. Jim almost pulled away to splutter apologies, but Tim moved his lips and his eyes fluttered closed to invite Jim further into a deep entwine.
Jim could taste peppermint on Tim's cool lips which were softer than he imagined. There was a light aroma of cologne that Jim didn't recognise, but he softly inhaled and let his own eyelids flutter shut. They kissed gently and almost hesitantly until Tim's tongue demanded entry, and they met in the middle of a soft, passionate kiss.
Beneath the mixture of buttery popcorn, root beer and garlic bread, Jim could taste blueberry in Tim's kiss.