Neither knew how this had gotten so out of hand. It started with soft and chaste kisses, then slightly sloppier kisses and minimal groping. But now, with shirts messily unbuttoned and lips kiss swollen, they both looked like hot messes. Pressed against the wall opposite the loo, Joseph tangled his finger's in Jonathan's tousled dark hair and moaned as Jonathan bit his younger brother's exposed neck. As Jonathan went in for another passionate and sloppy kiss, Joseph's legs started to get weak. Jonathan suggested moving to the bedroom since he wasn't so sure about fucking in the lavatory, but Joseph was hellbent on doing it in the bathroom. Instead, Joseph made a move to go and sit on the toilet seat before Jonathan could let go of the kiss and warn Joseph. Now, Joseph is a big man. Not as big as Jonathan, but still quite big, so it's a wonder how he fits in the toilet. But he does. And as the back of his jeans start soaking up all the toilet water that smells of citrus (thanks to Jonathan insisting on cleaning it daily), Joseph sits there, eyes wide and lips slightly parted as he stares forward in shock. Jonathan hurriedly helped his little brother out of the toilet, asking if Joseph was alright and needed anything. Joseph covered his face with his hands, groaning.
"Who the fuck left the toilet seat up?" Fidgeting, Jonathan looked down at his baby brother, still worried.
"You did, Joseph." Removing his hands from his face, Joseph pinched the bridge of his nose and started laughing. Jonathan couldn't help but laugh too, as Joseph's cheery laughter is contagious. Leaning against each other for support, Joseph looked up to his older brother.
"Next time we actually do it in the bathroom, remind me to check the toilet before I sit on it." They couldn't continue on, as the mood had been ruined, but they did spend the rest of the day in their pajamas doing absolutely nothing but watching television and having little fits of banter at Joseph's earlier slip-up.