#kelley.

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“Just because I wear suits all day doesn’t mean I still can’t look better than you in my sweats.”

“I think Daddy needs to punish me then.”

“Why did they ever create pants?” He thought to himself out loud, leaning his head to appreciate better the backside of his boyfriend as he seemed interestingly devoted to getting a photograph of a particular something. “I’d pay millions to keep you out of them.”

With closed eyes, he cuddled into the other, resting his head on his chest. "Sleeping more would suit us better."

"Too. Early. More. Sleep." He groaned in monotones, willing himself back to sleep as he swat at the other with a pillow. Rolling away from his boyfriend with a clear pout on his face. 

Kelley sat from across  his brother with an impish grin, fingers drumming against the table as he nudged his foot with his own. Pissing off his brother was almost sexual by now that he didn’t think any of it any more than he would have scratching his ass in front of him. For all his faults, he was the only one who ever came close to knowing what he was thinking. “I’ve got an idea,” he started, pulling his foot back to cross one leg over the other and laying further down into his seat. “Something we’ll both enjoy. Want to hear it?”

"So," he started, watching the other man from across the room, a sly smirk falling on his lips. "Who are we fucking tonight?" He asked as he kneeled onto the bed behind him, arms wrapping around his shoulders while he dipped his head to get a better view of the other. There was probably something twisted in finding someone who looked exactly like you so fucking hot but luckily, Kelley didn't really care.