"First Things First"(Jimmy & Liam's Place)~(Jimmy Colt, Lyric Brass, Liam Ackland)
Jimmy:
".....the neighbor's got his penis stuck in the window again." He said offhandedly as he sipped his coffee, staring out the window as his friend cooked him breakfast. Not that he ever ATE it, but to appease both the boy and his brother, Jimmy'd do it. According to the two, he was losing too much weight. He insisted it was just the black that slimmed him down, but whatever. Fussy nags.
Lyric:
"Again?" Lyric shook his head in dismay as he slid the diced green onion from the cutting board and into the pan. He dropped both the knife and the board into the sink, flipped on the hot water and turned to face Jimmy; his arms resting loosely across his chest as he leaned against the counter and sighed.
"What was his sad excuse this time, and how long was he stuck?" His friend seemed overly tired, lost in thought and all too eager to change the subject on him, yet again. He shook a few loose dreads from his face and tucked them back up into his beanie, still adjusting to the new doo.
Jimmy:
Jimmy tilted his head a bit and mulled over the question as he scrubbed a hand through his haphazard dark brown hair."I'd like to think he was trying to air it out on the windowsill after that hooker left, but got excited seeing the doughnut van drive by." Leaning against the wall next to the window, the brunette took another casual sip of his coffee and shrugged."Or he was being a good Samaritan and giving a kindly old friend directions to the nearest thrift shop, but his hands were otherwise occupied by his crocheting, so he directed her with his dick." Glancing back at his friend, he smirked boyishly.
Lyric:
Lyric smirked and rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to the stove. The last omelet was nearly complete and the biscuits were already cooling on the counter beside him.
"Hey, could you get us out a couple glasses?" He called over his shoulder, flipping the last egg onto the plate. Food cooked and table set, he placed their plates in their respective places on the breakfast bar and slid onto his stool.
"They're all arriving tomorrow." He smiled, taking a tentative bite and changing the subject again. "Rhythm, Tempo and Vivace." Lyric nearly wriggled in his seat with excitement at the prospect of seeing them again. "You wanna stop by once they get settled?
The last time Jimmy had seen any of the boys had been nearly three, if not four, years ago. Surely they had all changed in such a long length of time.
Jimmy:
"Yes dear," Jimmy replied in a nasally voice, teasing the boy for the wife-ly situation. Setting down his mug, he grabbed two glasses and took out the mango juice. He preferred the obscure flavors, unlike Liam who leaned more towards traditional. It was always amusing how different twins could be.
Slipping onto his own stool, Jimmy bowed exaggeratedly."Itakamisu. " Digging in eagerly to his omelet, he smiled at his excited friend and put on a wicked smirk."Oh yeah, can't WAIT to see those beauties. I bet they've filled out their A-cups by now..." Rubbing his chest, he pretended to writhe about and moan." Ohhhhh all those sweet little bodies and huge hairdos...ooooh." He knew it annoyed Lyric when he teased him about his looks, which was really the only reason Jimmy did it.
Lyric:
He couldn't help but shake his head and laugh at his friend's antics. "Oh please," he chuckled, taking another bite and pointing at his friend with fork in hand. "Say that all you like, but we both know you'd give your left nut to be with any one of them." He took another bite and sipped gratefully at his juice, content with his friend's selection. They always did have the same tastes for the odd and extreme.
"And I'd like to remind you now that no matter how funny you and I think it is to hide Tempo's makeup bag and shit, he doesn't appreciate it." He paused and looked down at this plate, trying desperately to hide his grin. "So make sure you find a better hiding spot this time so it'll take him longer to find it."
Jimmy:
Sighing forlornly, Jimmy dropped his chin into his hands and pursed his lips."Oh I WOULD....Of course, I likely would end up nutless if I ever tried to slip into Rhythm's bed.....Again." Spearing a piece of egg, he munched on it and sniggered at the memory. Luckily Tempo didn't run very fast, though he had a mean curve ball. "Hmm...Maybe Liam's porn drawer? Lord knows your brothers wouldn't want to go in THERE....*I* don't even wanna go in there." Finishing his meal, he licked his lips and drunk down the rest of his coffee. "Good job, Lyric my chum, as usual. All the ladies at work will be jealous." Smiling, he rubbed his flat stomach."My tummy's full of Lyric's cooking! Oooh!"
Lyric:
"Always the fucker, never the fuck. Ain't that always the way it goes Jimbo?" He sighed, mocking deep despair as he buried his face in his hands. The tick of his watch caught his attention and he suddenly sat ram rod straight and checked his watch.
"Yeah, on that note..." He trailed off, a painful shudder wracking his body at the thought of what evil things might lay in the depths of said drawer. He smiled cheekily at Jimmy and cocked his head to the side. "I shall leave that task to you my friend." He winked good naturedly and cleared his plate with ease.
"I think I shall leave these dishes for your dear old brother. Fucker owes me from that poor excuse of a dinner he blew up in my kitchen last week." His nose wrinkled in displeasure at the memory and he disposed of his dishes in the half full sink. "The stank stay through the weekend."
Turning to face the older boy once more, he wrapped his arms tightly around himself and fought back a yawn. "I'm bored. You should entertain me." With a smirk and a wink, he crossed the linoleum and hopped over the back of the couch like a cowboy over a fencepost. He sprawled out on his back and kicked his feet up over the arm, wiggling his toes at the brunette. "What are your plans for the day? Does it include going shopping?" The flippant thought made his face light up like the morning sun.
"Ooh, can we!" His hands a flutter, he quickly scurried onto his knees to begin the begging ritual. "Oh please , oh please, oh please Jimmy!!" Shopping with Jimmy not only ended with mountains of new things, but the trip itself was always an adventure.
Liam:
Liam never liked waking up early, today wouldn't be any different... unless he smelt the glorious aromas of... homemade biscuits?! Liam's eyes shot open as his body ram rodded off the bed. He looked around, where was that smell coming from?! It couldn't be his own kitchen, Jimmy didn't cook. He couldn't even boil water without burning it. Unless... Mama Lyric was here!!
Liam jumped out of bed, not caring if he was just in his SpongeBob boxers and walked to his bathroom. He did his business then walked down the hall. He sniffed the air, his mouth salivating at the thought of eating a good home cooked meal that didn't consist of, pull plastic cover off container and microwave for 3 minutes on high.
He walked into the kitchen and double fisted two biscuits and walked into the living room. He really didn't care if Lyric or Jimmy saw him in just boxers, Jimmy was his brother and well, Lyric was practically family. The three boys were always together and they've known each other just as long. He took a huge bite of one of the biscuits in his hand, and plopped down on the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table, "what are you two girls talking about?"
He looked from Jimmy to Lyric then down at his fists full of biscuit and took another bite. He leaned over the coffee table and took the cup of mango juice from Jimmy's hand just as he was about to take a sip and took a gulp. He coughed, not expecting mango juice. He groaned, "mango juice?! It's morning... that means orange juice!" He looked back down at the juice in the cup, shrugging his shoulders and finishing off the rest of the juice in the cup.
Jimmy:
Jimmy pouted and sighed,"Oh, I know, right." Shrugging, he took his dishes to the sink and chuckled at Lyric's gift to Liam."Haha, but that was funny though. That salmon was, like, BOOM! I didn't think ceramic cats caught on fire like that..."Walking behind the boy, he leaned a hip against the back of the couch and pushed up the sleeves to his black thermal. Shrugging at his friend's innocent inquiry, Jimmy folded his arms. Just as he was about to reply, the boy's eyes lit up and Jimmy's day clouded over. Groaning, he eyed his best friend and pursed his lips in disgruntlement ."You know, I'd kill for the context of that beg to be in reference to something OTHER than shopping... "
Glancing over as he heard several thumps followed by grunting, Jimmy smirked."I see the Beast has risen..." Watching his twin flop down besides Lyric and steal his juice (haha! that's what he got, the juice stealer _) , he quirked a brow."Lyric wants his sugar daddy to buy him shiny things again. What's a sugar daddy to do?" Leaning over the couch, he toyed with a white strand that had fallen loose of Lyric's beanie. Giving it a playful tug, he kissed the boy's nose fondly and smiled."Since you begged so nicely and gave me spanking material for the next two weeks, we can go shopping."
Lyric:
"Well, as soon as I find someone I want to off, then I know who to turn to." He wriggled his eyebrows and lowered his voice to a mock seductive tone. "And let's just say the terms of said arrangement are already written in stone. Now put away your chisel."
Enter Liam in his sad, sad morning attire. Sponge Bob? Really? Was he twelve? Perhaps he could finagle his way into getting both boys to treat his otherwise dreary day. Then again, the boy really had no taste...
Lyric giggled and looked at his closest friend adoringly as he spoke, giggling at his words as he really were a kept woman. He wrinkled his nose at the kiss and shook his head like a wet dog; the beanie slipping off and allowing his coconut scented dreads to spill freely across his shoulders.
"That was too easy a sell. You've got months worth of spank material from me, I'm sure. You're up to something..." He trailed off, narrowing his eyes at his best friend. He sat, and pondered... then shrugged and returned the kiss, pressing his glosses lips over the corner of Jimmy's mouth innocently. "Well, I am not one to complain. Free shit is free shit." He shrugged, collapsing backward and sprawling back down onto the couch. A full ten seconds of silence passed before realization dawned in his eyes. He sat up straight, his mouth gaping.
"Shit no... No, Jimmy, no!" He whimpered. "I don't wanna model the fall men's line at Viccy Secret again for you! Please!?" His head swung to Liam, turning his pleading gaze on his other friend. "Don't let him make me!" He whined, the pathetic whimper in his voice nearly too much to bear.
Liam:
Liam sat on the couch, well more like lounged, he was practically laying down on the couch, vertically, as he watched his brother and his younger "brother" bickering and going back and forth. He sat quietly as he nibbled and munched on the remainder of his biscuit, he was too lazy to get up and get another one or the rest of the basket, he was trying to make this measly morsel last.
Shooting up into a sitting position when Jimmy mentioned 2 weeks' worth of spanking material, Liam groaned turning his gaze to Lyric and not his biscuit, "you didn't invite your brothers over did you?! Jimmy's gonna have another bout with carpel tunnel again... not to mention yank over drive." He shook his head with a groan then flopped back to his position on the couch, "you remember what happened last time when just Rhythm showed up... he locked himself in his room for an all day wank a thon" He point his finger at Lyric then Jimmy, "If you do that again... I swear I'm getting a hotel room..." he narrowed his eyes, "I will not suffer ANYMORE!" he raised his finger in the air on the last word and stood up. Over dramatic sometimes, funny as hell... most likely never.
He stormed off to the kitchen to get the carton of orange juice and the basket of biscuits. When he returned he flopped back down on the couch, this time his back was resting against the armrest and his feet firmly planted in Lyric's lap. He opened the container of orange juice and took a long gulp, once his thirst was quenched WITH the proper morning libation, he rolled his eyes at the thought of going to VS, "Lyr, stop whining." he turned to Jimmy, "Jimmy... do you honestly want a mob to start forming outside of Victoria Secret of guys thinking it's hot German girl day again?" He thought about what he said, "wait... I take that back..." He turned to Lyric once more, "stop being a pussy and grow some balls! You're modeling again!"
Jimmy:
Simply smirking, Jimmy endured Lyric's rant, but wasn't dissuaded." No good deed goes unpunished." Straightening up, he patted his poor friend's head then shot Liam a quirked brow."Another marathon means you'd shack up at a hotel room? Well then! If THATS all it takes..."Grinning, he gave Lyric a hug and nuzzled his cheek, cementing his fate."I can't wait! This fall's theme is Victorian Goth." Straightening up, he spanked Liam's ass as he passed before heading into his bedroom to get ready.
Throwing on some dark wash jeans, black Docs and a pin-striped dress shirt over his black thermal, Jimmy ran some gel through his hair, making it more chaotic. Considering his scruffy image in the mirror, he shrugged and headed back out to the femmy pair."Alright, all set," he announced and batted Liam's feet off of Lyric's lap, just to replace them with himself. It looked odd to see, but Jimmy liked odd. "So we taking my car or Li's car?" It was unspoken that Lyric's car wasn't an option, simply because it involved Lyric DRIVING. And no one was THAT much of a thrill seeker.
Lyric:
Lyric's eyes widened and his mouth dropped in shock. Even as Jimmy nuzzled him and tore out of the room to ready himself screaming something about Victorians, his expression never faltered. He stared at Liam, dumbstruck for some time before swatting at his leg.
"You asshole! How could you betray me like that!?" He hissed, though his tone was playful. He scowled and crossed his arms, refusing to look back at the boy beside him on the couch. Too caught up in his pouting, he didn't noticed Jimmy had returned until he felt his weight drop into his lap.
"Ooph!" He gasped, sucking in a breath. "Jesus Jim, warn a guy." He shoved his hand down his tight pants beneath his friend's ass and readjusted himself. "Man," He winched before sighing with relief and retrieving his hand. "Remind me not to point due north when you're around. You damn near snapped it off." He pushed himself a bit more upright before wrapping his arms around his friend and looking up at him through his thick, dark lashes.
"Well, I did cook breakfast. I wanna drive. Pleeeeeease liebchen?
Liam:
Liam narrowed his eyes at Jimmy, "In that case... I'm just going to buy earplugs... I don't need you running amuck around the house wanking off in every single room!" He licked his thumb then pressed it into the basket of crumbs, no crumb goes untouched when Liam is around!
He grumbled when Jimmy came back and moved his feet off the boy's lap, "jerk wad." he got up, "I guess it's my turn to get ready..." he stretched and scratched at his happy trail. He placed the empty basket on top of Jimmy's head, "Good biscuits Lyr... needed some jam though."
He poked around the clothes on the floor, they were clean... right? If they didn't smell they were clean. As he picked up a shirt and brought it remotely near his face, Liam gagged. Okay, that shirt wasn't clean! He threw it out in the hall, Lyric would probably pick it up and wash the clothes. He was very anal retentive and would do it eventually.
He grabbed a pair of faded denim low rise jeans and a faded black vintage AC/DC t-shirt. The jeans hung low on his hips, showing off just a hint of his boxers, yes he changed them! They were black silk boxers, SpongeBob and the other cartoon character ones were just to sleep in. He slipped his feet into a dark tan old fringed flip flops. He left his hair as is, he didn't care that much about appearances like Jimmy did.
He walked back out to the living room and noticed how the two boys were rather, "friendly" with each other, "get a bloody room. I don't need to see any snogging, especially when I'm not involved." He slapped Jimmy then Lyric upside the head. He slapped Jimmy upside the head for being just a wanker and well Lyric for ever thinking of driving the two twins and himself to the mall!
Jimmy:
Snickering at the pain he'd unwittingly caused his friend, Jimmy wiggled about for a few seconds before physical harm would befall him from an enraged and uncomfortable Lyric. "You'd enjoy every second, trust me." Smirking, he tugged at Lyric's dreads again and pressed their foreheads together, smiling sweetly."Oh my dear, sweet best friend.....Of COURSE fuck no." Nodding, he patted Lyric's cheek playfully and was about to make another remark when his head suddenly hurt. Crying out, he rubbed the injury and pouted."The hell Li! That's precious cargo! " Jumping to his feet, he scuttled to the mirror and checked the state of his hair, musing and rumpling until it was perfectly messy again. Turning around, he glared."You are SO lucky..."
Grabbing his keys and wallet out of an empty planter by the door, Jimmy pushed on his sunglasses and headed out the door."Come ladies! "
Lyric:
His cock twitching and his head pounding, Lyric rolled off the couch and onto the floor: his ass toward the sky.
"MMmkf undn mizki!" He cried, his face muffled in the carpet. Slowly, he raised his head and glared at the twins, his thoughts still tumbling around in his friend from Liam's strike. "Pain, pleasure... You two wreak havoc on the human body, you know that?" He sighed, defeated as he pushed himself off the carpet and sulked back into the kitchen to grab his things.
His satchel in hand, he snagged his beanie off the couch where it had fallen and slid it back over his scalp, adjusting his locks in the mirror before following Jimmy out the door.
"Go fuck yourself, James. Lord knows no one is going to do it for you." He scoffed, rolling his eyes and taking the apartment steps two at a time. Booty bumping Jimmy out of the way, he slid through the slightly open door and made a break for the car.
"Shot gun!!"
Jimmy:
Jimmy laughed at his friend's state and trotted down the steps, leaving the locking up to Liam. Glaring heatedly as Lyric passed, he twitched at being called 'James' and fought back the impulse to shove the boy down the rest of the stairs. Pursing his lips, he followed behind his friend at a much less enthusiastic pace. He wasn't much for shopping, usually HATING malls and anything in the mall category. But the prospect of wrangling Lyric into some lacy unmentionables, maybe taking a picture or two on his cell, was more than enough motivation.
Climbing into his black Cadillac SRX, Jimmy waited for the boys to finish battling over the front seat as he plugged in his iPod, browsing for a playlist that tickled his fancy.
Liam:
Liam watched as the two boys enthusiastically bounded to the car. He never met anyone more enthusiastic about shopping then Lyric and Jimmy. He grabbed his wallet and shoved it into his back pocket. He locked up their apartment and walked to the car.
He rolled his eyes at Lyric's 'shot gun' shouting. He should know better. Liam always got the front seat. He stood by the front door, staring down Lyric, his arms crossed over his chest. He cleared his throat and motioned to the back seat.
He smirked proudly to himself as Lyric frowned and whined then moved to the back seat. It was too easy. He put his seatbelt on just as Lyric shut his door and Jimmy peeled out of the parking lot, heading towards the mall.
