Spiel Mit Mir – Zip Me
by taitofan
Rated M for sexual situations and incest (PG-13)
Disclaimer: Yeah right, as if Pokémon would ever have real twincest in it.
Author's Note: It's more Tie Me than Zip Me, but whatever. Here's the last one, which was the second one I wrote! Hope everyone reading enjoyed themselves!
If you have any CC, please share and I'll listen. Please read, review, and enjoy! Finished 04-06-13
Even with as long as they'd run the restaurant, Chili still had trouble properly tying up his apron.
Cress thought it was incredibly endearing.
From the start, Chili had him tie the apron strings because, as he put it, "You can make those perfect bows and I just kinda jumble it in a knot." Cress was more than happy to help his brother—especially when his ego was being stroked at the same time—and he never once complained that Chili had no desire to learn to do it himself.
…Of course, there had been a time, years ago when they were still gym leaders, when Cress became very aware that his hands were dangerously close to Chili's rear end on a daily basis. Then he'd had the startling realization that he really, really wanted to touch it.
When Cress was determined to do something, he damn well did it with his head held high, but that time had been a bit different. First, he'd started by "accidently" brushing his fingers over Chili's butt, then he'd worked up to a full palm "slip." After two weeks of thinking he was getting away with it, Chili ended up turning to him once he had finished and had exclaimed very bluntly, "Dammit Cress, if you wanna grope my ass, just do it!"
Thinking back, Cress realized it was an… interesting start to their current relationship—that luckily Cilan hadn't been around to witness—but he certainly wouldn't change it. After all, they might have been late to the gym that day, but Cress had gotten his wish. Those days, copping a feel while he was tying Chili's apron was part of their everyday routine.
He'd always wondered how they managed to never get caught… Until that day.
"O-oh, you two are…" They'd been in Cress's room at the time, and he'd told Chili to lock the door. He'd woken up that morning after a particularly steamy dream, and he had every intention in the world to get off before they started working for the day. First, he tied the bow… then he slipped his hand under the apron and unbuttoned Chili's pants.
Chili was a willing and eager participant, enthusiastically encouraging his twin to go on when Cress slipped a hand into his pants. But Cress hadn't even gotten past the layers of fabric when his door suddenly opened and his other twin walked in.
Which lead them to their current position, with Cress's hand down Chili's pants and Cilan staring nervously. Honestly, Cress supposed he could have found out in a worse way. At least the apron was hiding everything.
"Yeah," Chili replied, his tone impatient. "We are. So maybe you could wait for us in the restaurant or something."
"S-sure! I'll, um, see you there…" He ran as fast as he could from the room, and Cress didn't really blame him. He wouldn't want to walk in on Cilan and Hilbert, and he and Chili were definitely a special case, being his brothers and all. But he hadn't seemed too upset…
"Hey, quit over thinking stuff and keep going, will you? I'm burning up over here!" Chili's excitement hadn't gone down even with Cilan's interruption, and Cress had to admit that his really hadn't either. Well, since they didn't have to worry about Cilan coming back, what was the point in stopping now?
…But he swore he was never, ever going to trust Chili to lock the door again.