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It probably wasn’t the most…normal thing, being here. But when had any of the past few years felt normal?
Jimmy had finally pulled the trigger after Roman hit Jey, and after they’d accidentally superkicked Solo. Solo forgave them eventually. Jimmy and Jey had accidentally bumped their brother plenty of times as kids while they were horsing around. They still knew how to make nice and beg not to get snitched on, at their big age. And now… Now they were here. Thousands of miles away from that night, back in Florida, at a remote corner booth of a Waffle House.
Jey rolled a limp sausage around his plate as Sami wolfed down an extra large order of hashbrowns next to him. He was keenly aware of Solo staring him down from the other side of the table, arms crossed. He glanced to his left and was horrified to see Kevin in almost the exact same position.
“So. We’re just going to sit here and pretend everything’s fine?”
Sami swallowed down an alarmingly large bite of potato before turning to answer Kevin. “It’s not fine, Kevin, but it’s… It’s good for now, isn’t it?”
“So we’re not at all concerned about the fact that Jimmy just essentially put a bounty on all of our heads?” Kevin scoffed.
“Hey now,” Jimmy said around a mouthful of waffle. “One of us was gonna do it sooner or later.”
Sami put his hands up. “Can we just… Can we just all chill out and eat? Please? Can’t we just enjoy a meal together as a…”
“As a what, Sami?” Kevin spat. The extra chair they had pulled up to the four-top creaked under him as he leaned forward. “As a family, is that what you were gonna say? I don’t know how many times I have to tell ya this Sami, but you’re not actually an Uso. Ya never have been, and you never will be.”
A large hand shot out, splaying across Kevin’s chest and pulling him back into his chair. Solo shook his head silently as he folded his arm back across his chest.
“Solo’s right,” Jimmy shrugged. The twins’ telepathy tended to include their younger brother. “Sami is family whether you like it or not. Yeah we’ve had uh… disagreements, but he’s my brother all the same. Which makes you family too, uce.”
As Kevin went off on the point that Sami and him weren’t even related, how does that even make sense, what are you talking about, Jey’s brain started to churn. Did Jimmy already know about what happened with him and Sami? Did Solo finally spill? The two of them had kept the extent of their reunion a secret successfully from anyone else for a few weeks. But holding back a secret from your sibling, let alone a twin, was like trying to hold onto sand. Brother like… Brother-in-law?
“You good?” Sami murmured, and Jey shook the image of Sami in a white tux from his mind. He turned to his…boyfriend? Lover? He wasn’t even sure what to call him. They’d already said they loved each other. What do you call someone who’s skipped all the usual steps? He did know that the reassuring smile Sami was giving him tugged firmly at his heart.
“I’m good, yeah,” he replied, returning the smile. He turned back to his food, halfheartedly picking up a forkful of egg. Kevin and Jimmy were now bickering back and forth about something benign, Solo slowly deflating between them. It was so normal, domestic even, that Jey caught himself smiling fondly at his odd little family. When he glanced back at Sami, he was still staring.
“What’s up, uce?” he laughed nervously. Would he ever get used to the intensity that Sami looked at him with? Like he was staring straight through his skin to the very center of him?
“You’re just pretty,” Sami shrugged, and Jey choked on his eggs.
“Are you crazy?!” Jey yell-whispered. “They’re gonna fucking hear you.”
Sami rolled his eyes affectionately. “They’ll find out eventually. Solo knows already.”
Solo raised an eyebrow at the sound of his name. Jey waved him off and he quickly returned to his thousand yard stare. Jey could feel the blush creeping up the back of his neck. “Will you shut up, man?”
Sami chuckled. “Sure, babe,” he murmured, and reached over to pat Jey’s knee. His hand was hidden enough by the table that Jey finally relaxed. It was crazy how Sami’s touch did that; one nudge to his shoulder or hand cupped around his cheek, and Jey was melting into it like a man starved. His heart rate slowed, his shoulders dropped, his brain went quiet.
That is, until Sami’s hand started moving higher.
He thought he was imagining it at first. But with every gentle, calming circle of Sami’s thumb his palm was inching higher up Jey’s leg. By the time he shot a hand down to grab him, Sami’s wrist was grazing the hem of his shorts. Sami looked at him questioningly, a hint of mischief in his wry smile.
“What do you think, Jey?”
Jey whipped his head back forward. Jimmy was holding a fork out to him like a microphone, a bit they used to do as kids around the dinner table. He found himself leaning into it out of pure habit. “Sorry, what was the question?”
“Is G-I-F pronounced like giraffe or gorilla?”
Jey squeezed Sami’s hand once in warning before reaching up to take Jimmy’s fork in his fist. “Obviously the answer is gorilla,” he stated. This was much more important than his handsy man. “The thing stands for Graphic Image File, fucking obviously its a hard G.”
“My god, I can’t believe we finally agree on something,” Kevin said, and Jimmy scoffed.
“Fucking betrayal. I can’t believe you uce, betraying your own brother.”
“You wanna talk about betrayal,” Kevin mumbled under his breath, and Jimmy turned back to him with fire in his eyes. Within moments they had forgotten Jey’s existence again, and Jey reached across to return Jimmy’s fork to his plate.
As he did, Sami’s hand slid up another few dangerous inches and Jey clamped his jaw down around a gasp. He must have looked more spooked than he meant to as he turned to Sami, because he quickly pulled away as he glanced at Jey’s reaction.
Jey felt his shoulders tensing up again. He sighed and reached for Sami before he could overthink it. The loss of heat from Sami’s hand was more unbearable than the embarrassment of getting groped under a diner table; not that he would ever, ever admit that out loud in his life. He heard Sami’s pleased sniff and his ears went red. He smacked Sami’s hand back onto his thigh and returned to his lukewarm meal.
Sami went back to rubbing gently at the outside of Jey’s knee for a few minutes, lulling Jey into a gentle sense of peace. Jimmy and Kevin rattled on, though slower in their jabs as they finally dug into their food. The waiter came by to ask them about their meal, kicking out a hip as he lingered behind Kevin. Solo grunted, Jimmy asked for a second iced tea, and Kevin shifted uncomfortably as he was loomed over. The waiter turned to Jey and tilted his head, a strange smile on his face.
“Uh yea, everything’s really good!” Jey nodded.
“Sure I can’t get you anything else, dollface?”
Jey chuckled nervously. “Nah, I think we’re good. You good, uce?” he asked, turning to Sami.
“I wasn’t askin’ him, I was askin’ you,” the waiter crooned. Jey’s eyebrows shot up as he turned back to their waiter. “Anything else I can do for you?”
Jimmy snorted, and Jey resisted the urge to kick his shin under the table. “Um…” The hand around Jey’s thigh suddenly tightened. Jey coughed to hide the hiccup in his breath.
“Don’t be shy,” the waiter said, now being obvious enough that Kevin was turning beet red out of secondhand embarrassment.
“Hey I really appreciate it, but I uh— oh!” Sami’s hand shot up Jey’s thigh, past the previous stopping point and right under the hem of his shorts. “I really appreciate it but we’re totally good thanks!” he finished in a rush. The waiter lingered for a moment before he seemed to give up, rolling his eyes as he walked away.
Jimmy threw his head back in laughter as Jey put his face in his hands. “Every fuckin’ time,” Jimmy wheezed, “Shit never gets old.”
“What’s that?” Sami asked, an eerie calm in his voice. His fingers slid towards Jey’s inner thigh.
“Uce always gets hit on at Waffle House,” Jimmy explained, wiping a fake tear from his eye. “Don’t matter what city, what state, what fuckin’ gender the waiter is, he finna walk away with a phone number.”
“Is that so?” Sami’s pinkie ran along the edge of Jey’s boxer briefs. Jey kept his head in his hands to hide the sweat breaking out on his brow. “And why’s that?”
“Too nice,” Solo grunted, his first words since they entered the building. Jey finally dropped his hands to give his brother a scathing look. Solo just shrugged, a millimeter of amusement at the corner of his mouth.
Jey squeezed his eyes shut as Sami’s blunt nails dragged against his sensitive skin. A wave of arousal rippled through him, and he squeezed his thighs together around Sami’s hand. Sami just gripped him tighter, prying them open again with the angle of his wrist.
“Good to know,” Sami nodded, far too calm for the havoc he was rending on Jey’s fragile nerves. The conversation wandered again, and Jey hazarded a glance at Sami. He caught his stony smile before he glanced down, praying that Sami’s hand was still hidden.
He was mortified to realize that it wasn’t the hand he should be worried about.
His shorts were doing nothing to hide the fact that he was already half hard. Sami’s knuckles brushed against him with every movement, so there was no way he didn’t know. Jey cursed himself for wearing shorts, stupid fucking shorts, despite it being June in the south. He couldn’t even pull down his shirt over himself; Sami had winked and thrown him a particularly short crop top on their way out of the hotel room that morning.
Jey bit back a moan as Sami shamelessly brushed the back of his hand over him, coaxing him into a hardness that was almost painful. His ears were buzzing, and the diner AC was doing nothing to stop the sweat rolling down the back of his neck. Sami still had that cold look on his face, which was somehow turning him on even more. The pieces fell into place as he watched Sami shoot their waiter a scathing look when he headed towards their table, making the waiter quickly about-face.
“Oh my god,” Jey groaned, putting his face back in his hands. He knew how possessive Sami was, of course he did. Because he was the exact same way.
“Hey you okay, uce?” Jimmy asked. “You look…fucked up.”
Jey panicked, brain going into overdrive. “Yeah I’m fine, I just…” he coughed into his hand. “I don’t know, maybe I’m a little sick.”
He felt a little guilty about the genuine concern on Jimmy’s face. “You need some water or something?” Jimmy started to wave the waiter back over and Jey flailed, slapping his hand back down.
“I’m fine, for real! I think I’m just gonna… I-I’m just gonna go to the bathroom.”
“If ya say so… Want me to come with ya?”
“I’ll go with him,” Sami piped in, finally taking his hand off Jey’s pants and interlacing their fingers instead. “C’mon, uce.”
Jey said nothing, letting himself be dragged up and out of the booth. He hid himself behind Sami’s back and stared at the ground as they walked. If he made eye contact with anyone while he was this turned on in a public place, he might just burst into flames.
He thanked God and, for good measure, his ancestors that there was a single stall restroom between the two gendered doors. Sami dragged him into it without even looking to see if someone was watching, locked the door with one hand, and pushed Jey face first into the wall beside it. Jey moaned, hips bucking up automatically to feel some release against the cold bathroom tile before tipping back to rut his ass against Sami’s jeans. Sami shifted forward to meet him, and he let out a whine as he realized Sami was just as hard.
“Quiet, baby,” Sami warned. He dug one hand into Jey’s hip. The other snaked up Jey’s throat and cupped over Jey’s mouth, muffling the whines and huffs that hadn’t let up since the door had closed. “Don’t want anyone else to hear the pretty sounds you make, do we?”
Jey’s eyes rolled back. They’d only had sex again a few more times since that first night, barely able to speak to each other let alone get a moment of privacy. Sami was usually the one to take the lead, to guide Jey when he wasn’t sure what Sami liked, but not like this. Jey felt himself going limp in Sami’s arms, letting him guide their hips into a steady delicious rhythm. His jaw went slack and Sami’s fingers slipped into his mouth. He wrapped his tongue around them, brain going completely foggy with pleasure.
“Fuck baby, you are so…” Sami’s hips stuttered as Jey pushed back against him. “I’m not gonna last much longer like this, love.” He reluctantly pulled his hand away from Jey’s face and hooked both thumbs into Jey’s shorts and boxer briefs to pull them down in one go.
“Please Sami, I want it!” Jey whined, shivering as his leaking cock hit the open air.
Sami grabbed a handful of ass. He could barely keep his hands off of it, even when they were just cuddling on the hotel couch or taking a rushed post-show shower. “What do you want, hm?” Jey huffed in frustration, head knocking forward onto the wall. “You gotta use your words, baby.”
“Your cock, idiot,” Jey spat. “I want your fucking cock, man.”
Sami almost laughed but his heart was caught in his throat. “You want—b-but we’ve never? Um—”
“My thighs, Sami. Haven’t you ever…?”
“O-oh.” Sami felt his brain go through a hard restart as he unbuttoned his jeans.
Jey clicked his tongue. “What happened to the cocky bastard who was just feelin’ me up in front of everyone, huh?”
Sami’s hand came back to Jey’s mouth once his cock was free. “Watch your mouth,” he snapped back gently. Jey’s head lolled back against his shoulder, eyes closed and chest heaving. He spat in his other hand and roughly lubed up his cock. “You like that, baby? When I’m a little rough? A little mean?” Jey sobbed dryly before nodding, mouth opening around Sami’s fingers again. “My good boy,” Sami cooed. “You want me to take control?” Jey frantically nodded again.
Sami slipped his knee between Jey’s thighs to nudge them open before lining himself with the tiny gap between them. He let his cock slide against Jey’s ass as he pushed forward, drinking in the way Jey bit down on his fingers as he did. “Teeth, my love,” he said shakily, already losing himself in the plush heat of Jey’s body. Jey whimpered as Sami thrust against him, each drag of his cock pushing up against Jey’s sack.
“Sorry I was mean, baby,” Sami babbled against Jey’s neck. “But you’re mine, you know that?”
“Yes, fuck, yes Sami!”
“Good boy, I know you do. But other people don’t, do they?” Jey pressed his thighs closer together without prompting, and Sami almost came on the spot. “Fuck baby, just like that— I just need people to know you’re taken, okay? That you’re fucking mine,” Sami growled.
“Close, Sami!” Jey managed around Sami’s fingers. Sami took them out again and wrapped his now spit-slicked hand around Jey’s cock. Jey cried out, bucking wildly between Sami’s hand and his hips like he wasn’t sure what he needed the most. Sami grabbed his chin with his other hand and pulled Jey into a kiss, swallowing down the sounds that had certainly been heard by now. Sami could barely care, with Jey writhing against so desperately and pulling him straight over the edge.
Sami came with his teeth in Jey’s bottom lip. He kept his cock pushed up against Jey’s taint as he sped up his hand, pleased to see Jey follow not far behind. He trailed soft open-mouthed kisses along Jey’s neck as he shuddered, a few extra spurts rolling from his tip as he came down. He leaned over (the best he could with Jey’s full weight slumped against him) to grab some toilet paper and started to clean them up.
Once they were sufficiently clean, he chucked the wad of toilet paper into the toilet and went to pull up Jey’s pants but Jey stopped him. He rolled over without his head leaving Sami’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around Sami’s neck, pulling him into a sweet, albeit sweaty hug. Sami’s heart swelled, and his eyes went embarrassingly watery.
“Hi baby,” Sami murmured. “Was that okay?” Jey nodded, rubbing his forehead against Sami’s shirt. “You good? What’s up?”
Jey tilted his head to look up into Sami’s eyes. Sami felt a shot to his chest; the ultimate finisher, Jey’s big watery puppy dog eyes. “I don’t want nobody but you. You know that, right?” he whispered.
“Oh baby,” Sami cooed. He cupped Jey’s cheeks with both hands and pulled their foreheads together. “I know that. And you got me. As long as you’ll have me.” Jey pressed his lips together in a pout and Sami planted a quick kiss on them. “Come on. They’re gonna start worrying about us.”
Jey rolled his eyes, but pulled his shorts up all the same. After washing their hands and a quick glance in the mirror, they slipped out of the bathroom and through the diner.
“All good?” Jimmy asked as they sat back down. Their empty plates had been cleared, and Kevin was signing a receipt.
“Yeah, uce. I uh… Thought I was gonna throw up, and Sami helped me out.”
Kevin’s pen stopped. “Helped you out?”
Jey and Sami shrugged, almost in sync, and the table was quiet for a moment. Suddenly, the sound of Solo sucking his teeth cut through the air. Jey looked up to see a look of concentrated disdain on his brother’s face.
“Oh yeah, Solo went to go check on you guys,” Jimmy said. “Came back pretty quick though, I guess y’all didn’t hear him knock.”
Jey prayed to God and, for good measure, his ancestors that the ground would simply drop out from under him and swallow him whole.
“You disgust me,” Solo mumbled. He got up from the table and Jey scrambled after him. Sami just sat and laughed, the bastard, as Kevin and Jimmy looked on in confusion. They’d be in on the joke eventually, when the time was right. They were family after all.