Oops my finger slipped and I accidentally wrote Cooplaine Andercest. Oh well.
So obviously, if you aren't into incest, why the hell did you click on this story? For those who don't mind reading it, enjoy!
The first time Blaine kissed Cooper he was fifteen.
They were fighting. Again. It seemed like that's all they did… Fight. One minute they were talking like best friends - because they were, no matter what- and the next minute they were screaming at each other and were angry and sad and frustrated about everything the other did.
Cooper brushed it off as being a teenager- Blaine was just realizing who he was and there was bound to be some sort of teenage angst in his life. Cooper remembered how he was at fifteen- bitter and sour and angry at the world.
But there was something else behind the fights. A thick tension that filled the room and buzzed in their ears, and when they finally stopped shouting and just looked at each other, panting and catching their breath, it made it hard to think, or concentrate on anything but the other.
Cooper couldn't even remember what they were fighting about that time. Their faces were inches apart in their anger and Cooper was about to tell his brother to shut the fuck up when suddenly Blaine leaned forward and pushed their lips together.
It was an angry kiss, and Cooper could feel the anger and resentment and sadness. It was wrong and but right and oh so hot and despite himself, Copper kissed back, with just as much feeling.
Teeth clashed and their tongues fought for dominance until all they ran out of energy and just stood there, wrapped in each other's arms with tears falling down their cheeks.