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❧Dance ❧With ❧Me?




➷ Pick A Muse
➷ Post a prompt, picture prompt, or set the scene.
➷ Label who you're tagging.
➷ NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE. We can dance until we die, bb.
➷ ...Something like that!

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[shylyintrepid]

Perhaps a bed made of pillows. No mattress, no bedframe, just pillows everywhere.

[He sighs when Jean starts washing his shoulders. Oh, that feels good]

The entire bedroom would be our bed.

[laughingandlyric]

Except for the one portion of the room that's left completely clear, for the desk and a chair?

[Because really, he knows you.]

I like that idea. It's like a forever pillow fort. A pillow jungle.

[He'd knead the soap in a little bit, then spread it along the blade with his hands, giving them a rub before pouring the hot water on top, to relax him.]

[shylyintrepid]

Two, so you can write as well.

[His next comment is cut off by the moan as Jean massages the soap in and rinses him off]

You spoil me, Jean.

[laughingandlyric]

I can write outside, if it's nice out. Or when you aren't using the desk.

[He looks in no uncertain terms very pleased at the little moan, and sits back a little to get his chest now, in much the same manner.]

I like to.

[shylyintrepid]

Mm, but I like writing with you. Our best work is collaborations, after all.

[He melts under his brother's touch]

And you're my muse.

[laughingandlyric]

They are. You're a better writer than I am, so that's definitely the case for me.

[He'd flush slightly, even though he looked pleased, at that sweet statement. Pressing Jehan against the rim of the tub a little so he can get lower along his torso, he shrugged his shoulders up, mildly self-consciously; but only because that had given him a little thrill to hear.]

Then that's my greatest role. And you're mine, too.

[shylyintrepid]

You're a wonderful writer, Jean. Just because I'm the oldest doesn't mean I'm the best.

[He shifts when Jean pushes him, reaching up to tangle his hands in his hair]

I'm nothing without you, after all.

[laughingandlyric]

No. You're the best because you just are.

[He assured, tilting his head a little to kiss his palm when his brother went to put fingers through his hair.

He'd continue to wash at his sides now, but watched his face to make sure it was actually relaxing for him.]

You're so much, either way. Maybe they decided to make me to remind you of that; whoever it is that decides about twins. Flying Mercury.

[shylyintrepid]

I would imagine it is Artemis and Apollo, not Mercury.

[Jean is doing wonders at relaxing Jehan. He closes his eyes and lets the heat wash over him as he relaxes under his brother's touch]

[laughingandlyric]

But the Dioscuri are in the sky as Gemini under Mercury's protection, aren't they? Any God who would allow himself to be the name of a planet would also guard that planet's sign, I imagine.

[He preferred the story of the Dioscuri to that of Artemis an dApollo anyway; it was somehow more tragic.

Once he's done with that, he'd very carefully switch to his brother's legs. He didn't want to work him up yet, just soothe him and clean him off, so he went a little more quickly, focusing on massaging the calves. Safer territory.]

[shylyintrepid]

Yes, but they aren't gods. And we're not Gemini. Or are we? I know I always wanted to be a Libra but honestly I can never remember if we are Libras or not.

[Oh gods his brother does love him. Jehan spreads his legs a little to give Jean more room to work]

[laughingandlyric]

Honourary Gemini. If you were Castor, I'd make the same request as Pollux. And... I don't know, actually. I know that we're given cake once a year. If you'd like to be a Libra, be a Libra. I don't mind.

[Which wasn't off from the truth at all. His elder brother didn't even remember what his old name used to be, most days; far from insulting, he found it endearing. The way he remembered only the important things.

Lifting one of Jehan's legs so that the knee was out of the water, he stooped a little to pick up his heel and rub his foot last.]

[shylyintrepid]

[Why worry over what was? Jean was Jean now. Had always been Jean, really. They're two halves of the same whole and it had been weird, having a brother with a different name. Yeah, Jehan has that H in his nickname, but it's the same name. It's just said differently.

He sighs when Jean moves to his feet]

You should let me do for you, Jean. You always want to do for me, it almost isn't fair. I can't lavish my brother with the same adoration.

[laughingandlyric]

[Really, it had been wonderful that Jehan felt that way. They were both a little odd, but he hoped it hadn't been pushing the line when he'd brought up the suggestion to him, years ago. It felt right, picking up that little piece of his identity that Jehan hadn't wanted anymore. Why not?

Resting his chin against the knee that was above water, he smiled a little bit, finishing up.]

This was all your idea. And I have your company. So you've done a lot for me tonight, and besides. You know I really enjoy it.

[He wouldn't put up a fight, if Jehan wanted to do something for him, but he would admit that he tended to try to beat him to the chase.]

[shylyintrepid]

And I really enjoy showering you with affection. Come on, let me wash you now. I get your hair cleaner anyway.

[laughingandlyric]

[He bites his lip again and blushes a little bit at how true that is, but nods. Rather than more off of him, he shifts so that he's faced away from him instead.]

All right, mignon.

[shylyintrepid]

Petit.

[Jehan moves to sit behind Jean, reaching for their shampoo and conditioner first. He's gentle when he starts massaging Jean's scalp, humming an old love song]

[laughingandlyric]

[There's a soft hum of contentment at the fingers in is hair, and he'd lean back a little when the song began, closing his eyes. He did like Jehan's voice, it was always soothing somehow.]

[shylyintrepid]

[He keeps humming as he washes and rinses Jean's hair, leaning in to press a kiss to his neck a few times]

Eyes, Jean.

[laughingandlyric]

Mm? Oh. They're closed.

[He promised. He did forget, often enough. And the kisses were nice enough to almost entirely render him thoughtless.

He'd shift back a little, wanting to lean onto him a bit.]

[shylyintrepid]

[Jehan lets him, but not too much so he can finish rinsing Jean's hair. He takes a cloth to dab away any water near Jean's eyes before kissing his forehead]

There. Now for the rest of you.

[laughingandlyric]

[Peeking an eye open, he grinned with half his mouth.]

Am I back to being the spoiled one? That's not fair. One sec.

[Going to drape an arm over him, he kissed his chin, reaching onto the lip of the tub to grab a truffle. Pulling it back then, he kept his elbow against Jehan's shoulder, and went to press the truffle to his mouth.]

Open!

[shylyintrepid]

[Oh, like Jehan can say no to chocolate. He obeys, taking care to brush his lips over Jean's fingers as he takes the truffle]

[laughingandlyric]

[Jean uses his care to make sure his brother gets all the melty-chocolate off his fingers, too. Why waste?]

At least you're a very pretty heathen, coeur.

[shylyintrepid]

Mm, as are you, cher. We are twins, after all.