get a proper job, you dicks.

He was still lost somewhere in his high when Harry climbed up his body to settle next to him, though a small whining sound escaped his mouth when his brother’s warm hands and mouth disappeared from his. Only to return quick back against his own lips and when he was able to breathe and focus again, he smiled, rolling over to his side to face Harry. “Very, very warm,” he nodded, crawling forward laying head on his twin’s bare chest after stealing one more quick kiss. “Are you tired?” he asked quietly, finger tracing the lines of one of the swallows on his brother’s collarbone. “I could    you know    " He didn’t finish, tilting head up to look at Harry.

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In the following moment, Harry’s lips were everywhere and Edward found it hard to control himself. His hands moved, running through the other twin’s hair, fingers threading through the unruly curls until Harry’s lips were back on his own, this time not hesitating to return the kiss. He heard the buzz coming from the nightstand knowing it was Harry’s phone causing the sound and figured exactly who the incoming message was from. How funny, and for a moment he imagined the response; sorry mum can’t talk to you right now, I am making out with Edward. A muffled laughter escaped his mouth, only to be turned into a groan when the other’s hips moved against his own, causing his fingers bury deeper where they were on his brother’s waist. “Hazza,” he whined softly into the other’s curls, suddenly needy for more than he was getting. “Take ‘em off.”

Before he knew, Edward felt Harry tugging him back in the direction of the bedroom and he only wondered why he left the bed on first place, when his brother managed to eat his sandwich faster than the speed of light. He doubted he could be not hungry anymore, but decided not to comment on it and just stumbled through the flat after the other twin to reach the bedroom. He climbed on the bed after Harry, about to snuggled them both back under the blankets before there was Harry on his lap, and, okay. Kissing on the neck was definitely unfair because Edward was sure Harry knew what it did to him, but no other sound than his quickening breathing came from him, only his arms carefully settling on the other’s waist. “I think you are doing it very well but you have to try harder,” he mumbled back against Harry’s lips that were still pressed to his. He was not sure what the words were supposed to mean, but Harry’s lips were warm and soft and he was gentle, and he was Harry. There was never enough of Harry.

"You are not making sense. Your face has to be pretty when you think mine is," Edward claimed, reaching to poke Harry’s dimple as soon as his face appeared between the pillows. He watched Harry getting up and sighed, still remaining in his laying position until Harry called him. "You did not have to go." Getting up, instead of finding some  pants to put on he just wrapped himself in one of the blankets, only his head poking out as he shuffled after his twin. "You do realise you’ve just turned down an offer for getting a sandwich without putting any effort in it, right? You are so weird sometimes." Edward leaned against the counter, still holding his blanket around his frame tightly as his eyes followed Harry moving around the kitchen. "No, I’m good. Just hurry so we can go back, my feet are freezing. My everything is freezing. You are gonna have to unfreeze me."

"That’s kind of rude. She is out mother, after all." But the sudden wave of affection disappeared because as much as he loved their mother, and knew Harry did as well, he just wasn’t feeling like talking to her and dealing with motherly advice for pretty much every aspect of his life right now. They could call her later. So he just waited for Harry to send the text, letting his brother cuddle back into him and settling his arms back around his waist. "I hope so. I mean there’s a big competition because you have like a million of people to take care of you but only I give you cuddles and food and kisses and everything you ask for." He leaned forward to press lips to one of Harry’s now faintly red cheeks, dragging lips over the skin until he reached the other’s lips to kiss those quickly too. "I’ll make you food. How does a sandwich sound?" Edward reached, fingers curling around the pillow in an attempt to tug it off, uncover Harry’s head. "Come on Hazzabear. Don’t hide your pretty face from me."

"No, you couldn’t. Go." Edward nudged his side, waiting until Harry got out of the bed before curling up on the spot where his brother’s body was before, trying to get more of the warmth he left there. He heard Harry’s footsteps as he was returning but the boy landed on top of him unexpectadly causing Edward to squeal in surprise, trying to wiggle from underneath Harry so he could wrap them both in the covers. "I love you," he whispered back kissing Harry’s cheek, wrapping arms tightly around his brother. "We’ll eat soon. We should text mum that we are okay and warm and are gonna eat soon. I don’t know what I’d tell her. She is so worried I am not taking good care of you or something. I am taking good care of you, right?"

      ”Yes but you know when I say it, it’s because I love you.” Edward moved, crawled forward so now he was practically laying on Harry’s chest, arms around his neck and fiddling with the wet curls. Another laughter escaped his mouth at his brother’s comment; he had no idea what caused this mood but there surely were hilarious moments. “You have to go pee, Hazza. Better not keep your bladder waiting, I’ll wait, it won’t.” He rolled off so he was back on the mattress completely, quickly covering any limbs that would stick out of the blankets.

          “You are so weird, did you know that?” Edward’s laughter was muffled by Harry’s shoulder, after that he looke up to catch a glance at his twin’s face, nudging his jaw with his nose. “I don’t know where you would get that cocaine from, but there is a chance you got high from the paint. I am used to it by now.” He grinned up at his brother, hands still resting on his chest, one of his legs slipping between Harry’s to get even closer, as well as stop him from moving.

     Edward let out a squeal when something heavy landed on him and he rolled over on his back so Harry could properly settle on top of him. Loud giggles errupting from his mouth as he felt his twin’s lips on his face and on his neck and then back on his face, when Harry slid back behind him, leaning into his warm embrace. “I love you. And well. The blue lines are not just lines but I can always draw them on you.” He smiled as he rolled over so they were now facing each other and he could glance into his brother’s identical eyes. “But not yet. I’m comfortable.” After stealing another kiss he settled his head in Harry’s neck, fingers tracing the pictures inked on his chest he already knew without even looking at them.

     Thankfully, at least Harry’s arms were warm compared to the water falling on him, and no matter how much he wished for the warm one, it brought no results. “You did, you greedy bastard. If I catch a cold it’s your fault,” Edward spoke, but he was similing mostly because Harry’s hair was now covering most of his face and it just looked funny. He reached up to push the wet curls out of his eyes, then reached behind him to turn the shower off. “Hey, that’s unfair!” he called because Harry was already halfway to the bedroom when he heard his words and he hurried after him, trying not to trip over the carpets, or his own feet. “Ugh, you are so mean. Now kis me and love me and cuddle me!” Edward demanded, kicking the towel off the way so he could climb under the covers, still shaking from the cold water, curling up next to his brother.

     Edward let out a sound that he though sounded similar to something a cat would make, one of his hands nudging Harry’s ribcage playfully before he stepped back to get rid of his clothes. He followed his brother under the water, flinching a little when the stream hit his shoulder at first. “It’s cold, how do you take so cold showers?” he mumbled, reaching to get more of the hot water join the cold one dripping from the shower head. Taking few steps to make space for Harry, he opened his palms, watching the blue being washed away and slowly escaping away.