"KURT. IF YOU DON'T TURN THAT FUCKING RADIO OFF THEN I WILL TURN IT OFF FOR YOU. I DON'T FUCKING LIKE LADY GAGA."
Kurt glared at the door that led up to the family room. Of course Cameron would get home early from football today of all days, right in the middle of Kurt's weekly Gaga Dancefest. He grudgingly turned the volume down to a tolerable level, one that Cameron would most certainly hear but could still pretend to ignore. Kurt had caught him singing to Born This Way not a week before; he knew better than to believe Cameron's lies about not liking her.
He continued to dance, and didn't notice Cameron had come down to their room until he passed by the mirror and spotted his twin in the reflection. Kurt just shrugged and waved before moving on.
Cameron stomped forward and took Kurt by the shoulders, backing him up into the wall. "I said, I don't. fucking. like. Lady. Gaga."
"I heard you. But I don't believe you." Kurt grinned. "You act like I don't know you. I'm your twin, remember? I can read your mind. Just like you knew when I got a tattoo even though you couldn't see it, I know you love Gaga even if you won't own up to it."
"I do not!"
Kurt craned his neck forward. "You do."
"Do not!"
Kurt started to dance again, still pressed up against the wall, closing his eyes and ignoring his brother.
Cameron took advantage of the moment of Kurt not watching him and raked his eyes over Kurt's body. Why did he have to dress like such a freak all the time? Come on, skirts? Was that really necessary? Especially now, when Kurt had taken off the leggings the second he got home, and Kurt never wore underwear under leggings or tight pants, he just didn't, for whatever sick and twisted reason he could come up with to justify it, and he was shaking his hips like he knew exactly what Cameron thought of him. He regretted keeping on his jacket. It was getting too fucking hot.
"Cam."
Cameron looked back up at his brother's face. Kurt's eyes were open, staring down at his crotch, and at the bulge that was starting to make itself known, despite the several-sizes-too-loose jeans. He had stopped moving. Cameron swallowed; his throat closed on dry air and burned.
"I thought you were with Blaine."
"Yeah."
"…So?"
"So… I love him. But you're something else."
When Kurt responded, his voice came out almost as low as what Cameron had trained himself to sound like. "I won't tell Dave if you don't tell Blaine."
Cameron just nodded before crushing their lips together, realizing that Lady Gaga was still playing, I wanna take a ride on your disco stick, and ignoring it in favor of focusing on Kurt. He used the hands still on Kurt's shoulders to steer him off the wall and towards the bed, trying to open the buttons on his shirt without tearing them - he'd never hear the end of it if he ruined something of Kurt's.
Eventually he gave up and slipped out of his jacket, pulling off his own shirt while Kurt worked at his buttons.
"But if they knew…" Kurt said mischievously, tossing his shirt over a chair, "I think they'd find it kind of hot." He trailed his fingers down Cameron's face and settled them on his neck. Cameron's hands stilled in their attack on his fly when Kurt leaned down and started sucking on the other side of his neck, right over a mark Blaine had left the day before. "I bet they'd want to join."
Cameron gasped and tilted his head back. "Would you like that?"
Kurt just smiled against his neck and ran his free hand over Cameron's chest. He pressed his palm flat over Cameron's heart and pushed him back onto the bed. Cameron crawled back and Kurt got onto the bed and sat directly on his crotch. Cameron nearly choked at the contact, arching his back while Kurt shuddered and slouched over him, hands on either side of his shoulders.
Kurt sat back up and started pulling off his skirt. "I don't care if you come in your crappy GAP jeans-"
"They're Levi's!"
"-but this costs more than all your clothes put together."
Cameron sat up quickly, grabbing Kurt by the shoulders and kissing him hard. "Would you mind leaving the skirt on?"
Kurt shuddered again. "I didn't know you liked it. Kinky. Fine, but you have to pay for the dry-cleaning. Take off your pants already."
Cameron did as he was told, trying not to break their kiss while he ungracefully twisted to get the pants off and tossed them off the bed, followed by his underwear.
The second Cameron was naked, Kurt was back on him, pressing him into the bed and rubbing their cocks together. The skirt fanned out over Cameron's stomach, hiding the view but adding an extra bit of softer friction. He heard whimpering, then realized it was coming from his own mouth, and shut himself up to listen to the quiet, breathy, almost musical moans Kurt made.
Cameron came first - he'd never been particularly long-lasting, something that Blaine had both taken advantage of and made fun of - screaming Kurt's name and losing control over his voice so that it pitched up into Kurt territory. That must have done it for Kurt, who dragged out a moan that sounded like "Caaaaaaaaaam" and then collapsed.
"Fuck," was all Cameron could manage.
"Yeah." Kurt let out a huge breath against Cameron's neck. "Yeah."
They laid there for a few minutes, ignoring the stickiness on them and the bed and the skirt. Kurt traced lazy patterns over the parts of Cameron's chest that he wasn't covering, and Cameron rested one hand in Kurt's hair. He tried to talk several times but found he had nothing to say.
Kurt did, though, as always. "Maybe I should dance in front of you more often."
Before he could even register it, laughter bubbled up and forced its way out of Cameron. He didn't know why it was so funny - it really shouldn't be, and maybe it was the post-sex tiredness making him think everything was funny - but he couldn't shut up no matter how hard he tried. Kurt smiled at him before joining in.
"Well," Cameron said, finally finding his voice, "at least now we can honestly say we're as close as two people can be."
"I'd have to actually fuck you before you could claim that."
"Who says you're the one doing the fucking?"
"Oh, please." Kurt raised himself onto his elbows. "The only reason you top Blaine is because he can't top anything. Contrary to what you may think, Dave and I are a bit more versatile."
"You fucked Dave?"
"A couple times. He's not quite flexible enough for anything interesting, so it doesn't happen a lot. Don't you want to know what it feels like? To have someone else inside you?"
Cameron felt himself getting hard again - he couldn't believe he could get it back up this soon - and nodded. Kurt smirked, then scowled as his phone vibrated. He got up and looked at it, then laughed.
"Finn's going over to Puck's." He grabbed the lube and a condom and laid down to kiss Cameron again. "We've got until ten-thirty before Dad and Carole get home. Is that enough time? It's only six now."
The prospect of doing nothing but having sex for the next four and a half hours sounded like a good one to Cameron, and he groaned into Kurt's mouth. "Hell to the yes."