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The laughter of two nearly-grown boys echoed down the hallway. A few teasing threats were tossed between the two of them, as the twin in front reached the door. Looking behind himself, he saw that his brother wasn't far behind. Pulling the door open, the foremost twin dashed through, slammed the door behind himself, and braced his bodyweight against it.

Once he started hearing pounding on the outside of the door, he quickly locked it, making sure to time it just right; so that the quiet sound of the lock clicking would be covered by the much louder pounding. Chuckling to himself, the twin who had actually made it into the bathroom took a moment to savor his victory.

"All right –ess you've had your fun, now open the door already!"

The twin inside the bathroom chuckled to himself. Well, he thought. Someone's certainly in a bad mood. Walking over to the CD player that he and his brother had pitched in to buy for use in the bathroom and pulling a CD out of his oversized pocket, he pressed the button on the CD player that would open the disk tray. Popping open the CD case, he lay the CD inside the tray and hit the button that retracted the tray back into the CD player.

Turning the player on, he turned it up just enough to drown out most of the pounding.

"Oh no! You turn off that stupid, crappy excuse for music right now, brother mine!"

"Bite me, brother mine!"

Laughing, the elder twin started taking off his clothes. Shirtless, but still wearing his jeans, he abruptly remembered that he'd forgotten to put down the towel, the one that kept the floor from getting wet when someone took a shower. He could still hear his younger twin pounding on the door of the bathroom, and idly wondered when his brother would get tired of trying to get him to come out.

Stripping off the last of his clothes, the elder twin pushed aside the plastic curtain and stepped into the shower. Turning on the water, he ducked out of the way before any of the freezing spray could hit him. He'd figured that it wouldn't be long before his dad came, drawn by the racket his little brother was making, and he wanted to be ready for him. Dad had never dragged anyone out of the shower, especially when they were naked and soaking wet.

Sticking a hand into the stream of water coming from the showerhead, he found that it was at just the temperature he liked. Sitting down, the black-haired boy tilted his head back and let the warm water run over his head and soak into his hair. Scooting backward, he leaned against the back rim of the bathtub and picked up the bottle of his preferred liquid soap.