/It's supposed to be 2p!UsUk, okey? No story, just kissing stuffs that's really lame. There's no backstory, just a little drabble.
I guess that's what you would call it. I'm new to this/
"He's just.. so stupid, y'know?"
"Uh-huh."
"And he's got those stupid clothes, and stupid shades. It's like he's trying to copy my style!"
"Mmhm."
"He's all the time trying to one up- DORA, SWIPER IS FUCKING RIGHT THERE. DON'T LET HIM TAKE YOUR SHIT LIKE THAT!" Alfred was sitting/standing/jumping on the sofa cushions watching his favorite show with Arthur, the only person he'd ever share such a deep secret like this with.
"Seriously, would you calm your tush down? I'm trying to see if Dora makes it all the over the bridge!" The pale blonde huffed, grumbling under his breath about the cursing. It'd never get listened to anyway.
"No dude, how do you expect me to calm down when my own brother is trying to steal my moves and style! He's copying me like some kid, dammit! I can't just let him run over me, I gotta fight back!" By this time, he was in Arthur's face.
Arthur let him continue with the rambling until he couldn't take another 'fuck' or a 'shit' come out of his mouth before he shut him up entirely with his own. It was harsh, bruising, and when Arthur threaded his fingers through the other's dark hair to deepen it, it made it feel oh so delightful and sent a shiver down his spine.
It lasted for what seemed like forever before Arthur pushed him away, a pink tint on his cheeks and panting lightly. The other in complete shock and staring at the tv.
"...I see Dora made it over the bridge."
"Yes, that she did."