Author's Note: Intimate Lucas x Claus scene ahead.
Claus was straddling Lucas on their bed. They were kissing, lips pushing against each other passionately. Claus moved lower and started leaving a trail of kisses down his brother's neck, hands roaming around the younger boy's body.
"Claus.." Lucas said, suppressing a moan. He was trying to make up an excuse; something, anything that would get Claus to stop. "Claus, Dad's going to be home any minute now."
It wasn't a very good excuse, but it was all he could think of.
They had been doing these things for a few weeks now. Claus started it; Lucas agreed because he knew his brother needed it, especially after what he had gone through. It had been sort of an escape for Claus, a way to forget the hurt and the pain he had once felt. Lucas only wanted what was best for his brother.
Claus was moving lower now, pulling his brother's shirt off and placing kisses
that felt so warm against Lucas' cold flesh.
It was no lie that Lucas was enjoying this just as much as his twin was; maybe even more. He knew they couldn't keep it up forever, though. They were brothers. They were both boys. This was wrong. And he had to convince Claus of that.
But first, he had to convince himself.