2: Cheek Kiss
Reeve blushed heavily as he gave the other male a quick kiss on the cheek. “There, was that good?”
Jamie swallowed hard. He knew Reeve wasn’t comfortable with things like that, but if they didn’t have a choice… The whole situation kind of sucked. But he nodded. “I’ll only do it if Reeve says so, though.” He told Rasmus. “I’m not about to force him.” He added, before turning back to Reeve. “Reevie? You okay with this?”
"I mean, if there’s no other way, I’m at least happy that my first time will be with you, Jamie," Reeve told him, a soft smile on his face. "But Rasmus has to leave." He glared at his brother.
"I’m gone, I’m gone, but I expect you to be a fully fledged incubus next time I see you," Rasmus chuckled and left Reeve and Jamie.
Jamie waited for Rasmus to leave before taking Reeve’s hand. “So… How d’you want to do this?” He asked, giving him an awkward smile. “Like… Are you gonna… Y’know… Uh… B-Bottom, or…?” He asked awkwardly. This was not a situation he had ever expected to find himself in, and he wasn’t handling it as well as he wanted to.
There is a magical lake in the Rock Islands of Palau where you can swim with the jellyfish worry-free.
The lake became a tourist attraction and people can go swimming and snorkeling with them.
The jellyfish lost their stingers over the years because they don’t need them to fight off predators.
James finally looked up properly, only to see Dean leaving, and he bit his lip hard. “N-No, p-please, I-I said I w-wanted to sh-share!” He yelped out. The last thing he wanted was for Dean to leave. He knew he was probably being about as confusing as a thirteen-year-old on her period, but he was just trying to work around what he had: Adam, his brother, the person who had protected him since they were children; and Dean, the dream, the one night that became so much more. He couldn’t push either of them away - he needed them too much - but he couldn’t pull either of them too close for fear of scaring off the other.
Adam understood. He was keeping James too close, he had a habit of doing that. He was close to giving up sometimes, just walking away, but he knew his brother wasn’t strong enough for that. So he stayed, he looked after him, but he knew when to loosen up. From what he could see, James really liked this guy, and he needed to let him. “I’ll do whatever makes him happy.” He said defeatedly. “As long as Jamie’s happy, I don’t care.”
Dean looked at him and turned around as the younger man yelps out that he wants to stay. “Okay yeah I’ll stay if you want me to.” Dean tells the younger man, he doesn’t mind staying, doesn’t mind laying with Adam and James, he likes to call him Jamie, but he was told he could not call him that anymore. Dean would do whatever James wanted him to do, he only wanted him to feel safe right now, because he could tell at this point he did not.
Dean looked at Adam as he talked. ‘Okay I will too, as long as he’s happy I’ll go along with whatever you want as well.” Dean tells him, looking at the other twin. “I’m just going to dress for bed I’ll be out in a minute.” Dean grabs his things to go into the bathroom and change, he doesn’t know if they want to go to sleep or watch Tv or something.
James nodded and lay down on the bed, curling up into the fetal position as he tried to stop himself crying. He felt awful for messing everyone around like this, and knew he was kind of acting like a child, but he didn’t know how to stop. He was exhausted. He’d seen his brother be possessed, been beaten by the demon that was possessing the one person he’d been able to trust in his life, and thereby received a pretty serious head injury - but he was still blaming himself, his own weakness, his own inability to stand up to his brother, and his own stupidity for taking on a job they couldn’t handle alone in the first place. To James, everything was all his own fault, and it was spinning in his head driving him crazy.
Adam lay down on his back next to him, arms stretched out above his head and visibly more comfortable comfortable than his twin. He wasn’t too happy about the situation, but he knew what James needed to recover from what had happened - and no amount of arguing was going to help that. He knew exactly what his brother was like, knew that he’d be showering at any given time to scrub away the ‘dirt’ that he could feel all over his body whenever a job went wrong, and knew that right now he’d be beating himself up pretty bad. He reached over, laying a gentle hand on James’ shoulder. “Hey… It’s okay… You’re alright now.” He said softly, gaining nothing but a muffled whimper in return. He wished Dean would hurry up.
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don’t tell me representation isn’t important