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[They've found out about a party being organized by some rich college student, brimming with teenagers and would-be young adults sporting the red cups and dancing to awful music. Nobody invited the twins, but nobody questions their presence when they walk in, either.

They should be relatively easy to set apart, from the different choices in their clothing to how Caleb decides to style his hair (somewhat), but the Holt boys stick together throughout the night, invitations here and there to dance or drink or even talk about themselves. All of them are superficial and short-lived. They're not here to make new friends, they're here to make a friend. They just haven't picked him or her yet.

Caleb could at least look like he's having more fun. It's his concentrated frown or whatever, and the candidates that come to them have done nothing but bore him, thus contributing to the crabby demeanor.

They're on the couch by the time the party's halfway through, Caleb leaning lazily back with his arms crossed over his stomach while a group of three guys make utter asses of themselves.]

... I hate frat boys.

[Just a random remark, don't mind him.]

Little bit trainwrecky.

[ So says Nico, playing diplomat for the night. After a moment's thought, he amends: ]

Like if someone left a beer truck on the tracks.

[ And while that imagery settles, he reaches out and casually pushes at the mind of the loudest of the three, causing the guy to clumsily smack one of the other two on the ass. Let no one say he doesn't entertain his brother, in lieu of better options.

Truthfully, tonight looks like it might be a bust, which is annoying, and the ensuing drunken fuss happening before their eyes isn't much of a consolation prize. ]

[Good enough, he thinks, because the smack-ee is violently turning to his supposed friend with expressions of his insecurities, such as what the fuck, man, that was so gay. That immediately adds a 'not' to the previous thought of good enough, which Caleb decides to amend by sending another push that acts more like a magnet between their mouths. They'll just be making out for a couple of seconds while the third party of the beer-truck-trainwreck wonders how much they've all had to drink tonight.

So anyway -]

Okay. You pick someone.

[Because he's still quite determined to bring someone back with them. Or at least have someone take them home. He's lowered their goal from anything longterm.]

[ He shoots Caleb an amused look, restrained in his smirk because it comes out of fondness rather than smugness. Caleb has grumped harder and harder as the party's worn on, so sure, he can pick the real entertainment for them, as the two hapless frat bros briefly explore some new personal frontiers. ]

Catch and release, or...?

[ Used up in one night is the other option. Not something they do a lot, but it might suit Caleb's mood, given the selection here. It would color Nico's decision, if the person gets to walk the next morning, dizzy and sated. He'd choose someone sweeter, more wide-eyed, like a few of their fellow not-really-inviteds, who are pretending desperately that they belong. Door number two would call for someone more disposable, naturally. Someone they can be a bit more cruel to than ass-smacking and unexpected makeouts. ]

[He sighs a little, an idle motion more than a reaction to anything Nico might have said. Caleb crosses his ankle over his knee and stretches one arm out on the back of the couch, looking around them like that's going to help him decide, too.]

Dunno. Not like I'm hungry. Are you?

[Caleb lives to please his brother, really. Whenever he isn't trying to make him eat his socks.]

If they're nice to us, we'll be nice to them.

[Sounds fair, right.]

Ehn.

[ Could go either way, as is the case so often with Nico. At least they rarely find it difficult to please one another. Enforced sock eating is in fact much more of a struggle.

Nico takes another scope around the room, then stands with a lazy grunt, grabbing his cup. He gestures before he heads off, indicating one of the now much more subdued kissers, who has staggered away from the argument touching his mouth with a puzzled look. ]

Hey, I think we did at least one of them a favor.

[ Yeah, practically a good deed. Nico casually dumps the contents of his cup into a plant on his way to the wobbly card table piled with cheap liquor, more because that's funny to him than any attempt at thin pretense. A boy their age is trying to hover there without looking like he's hovering, eyeing the labels with inexperienced but entirely justified dubiousness. A bit rangy, but filling out, like a swimmer.

Nico comes up on his blind side like a triangular fin cutting through the water, closer than necessary, startling the other guy when he speaks. A laconic smile, some deprecating recommendation - Caleb could probably mouth the words along with him from the couch, where he so inclined. ]

[Pointing it out makes Caleb snort, which is a vast improvement from his general mood tonight. Truth is he's only ever in a bad mood because Nico allows him to be; the day he points out it's outright annoying him Caleb will just have to find some way to cut it out. He'll sulk first, obviously, but eventually cut it out. Instead, Nico does anything and everything to cheer him up (in the worst way possible), and that's so much better. Thanks, bro, you're the best.

He almost does mouth along with him, watching with curiously sharp focus, taking in any emotion Nico gets and gives to his new acquaintance through him. It's when they hit a friendly stride and the boy starts to open up to Nico's suggestions and Caleb stands up and joins the conversation, draping one arm heavily around his brother's shoulders.]

Stop trying to ditch me, asshole.

[That leaves the boy both confused and curious, soon as he realizes he's actually just met a twin. Caleb proceeds to pretend he hadn't noticed his brother wasn't alone and apologizes, introducing himself immediately afterwards.]

Is he bothering you? You can be totally honest. He's annoying as hell, that's why nobody likes him.

[ How can it outright annoy him if, thanks to their connection and closeness, Nico can't help but see it as least partially from his brother's point of view? They definitely differ in reactions to various things, and that's interesting on its own; synchronized navel-gazing, except they can look at each other's navels too. The differences are never a mystery, and never disturbing. They only make it all the easier to line up and operate in tandem, like now.

Theatrical squirming and pretend annoyance for Caleb's intrusion - playing at a I saw him first competitive possessiveness he doesn't really feel, that most people find flattering. ]

Weren't you busy striking out with some cheerleaders - oh, you must've gone down fast, huh. [ With a little, sardonic movement of the mouth that could be a sneer or a leer: ] Per usual.

[ To the mildly flustered boy: ] Don't mind him. Really.

[ His smile is a bit wider now, anticipating the standard battery of twin-related questions people typically have for them, and taking turns with Caleb to answer.

Jacob, as it turns out his name is, alternately peppers them with questions and hides behind the cup full of the less terrible drinks on the table, pleased and nervous to have both their attentions. His gaze moves between them almost compulsively. Not unlike their dogs sometimes, except the way Jacob chews his bottom lip when he thinks it's hidden behind the cup is much more thoughtful. Much more imaginative. ]

[It's a strange part of how they're both connected individuals that sometimes makes Caleb forget his own feelings are never a burden. It's just like his first instinct is to balance out whatever Nico is feeling, like he's deemed himself the most protective one of the two. The sword that strikes, while Nico is the smoother, steadier shield.

Speaking of striking (out).]

Don't be a hater.

[And while they talk, Caleb prepares himself and Nico a mix of their own, sticking close to his twin while the both of them focus entirely on what Jacob has to tell them. The conversation progresses until they're back on the couch; Caleb sits on one end while Nico's in the middle, seeing as he was the first to befriend Jacob. It may be conducive to making Caleb seem more distant, but he's just as attentive and participative, seeing as Jacob is turning out to be the highlight of tonight's crowd in terms of conversation and (skittish) friendliness.

He likes the way his lips split into a grin before he looks down and away, like he's embarrassed of his own smile. It's a play at coyness that the twins know too well; a demonstration that he'd probably be just as interested even without their influence coiling gently around his thoughts. All they have to do is make them a little more daring, less inhibited. He could just blame it on the alcohol.

After they've exchanged stories about classes, hobbies - even family - Caleb grabs on to the edge of the arm of the couch and leans forward, narrowing his eyes with a smile.]

Hey. Wanna get out of here? This party's pretty much dead.

[Jacob arches his brows with a compliant 'yeah, sure', asks where they wanna go as he waits for their cue to get up. Caleb assumes an awkward tone when he explains that their place is kinda far away, to which the boy enthusiastically offers the perfect solution: his own place, where he's got some drinks stashed by parents who've gone out for the weekend. Hence why it's ridiculously late and he's still here with a phone that isn't blowing up with text messages.]

[ Nico uses his nearness to provide a base level of comfort, something Jacob can feel secure in so it's easier for him to be daring; Caleb draws him out here and there, keeps him on the hook. Not that either of them work at it so consciously. They come by their social manipulation skills honestly - genetically from both mom and dad, and as a facet of how they were raised. Petra never needed to compel people to be interested in her, as how she functions now demonstrates, and practically all of Santiago's adult life was like this, although he tried to maintain a line.

He stands now and offers Jacob his hand to haul him up off the couch, just to initiate the contact that both the twins can now casually increase on their way out and to Jacob's house. ]

You're a lifesaver, Jacob.

[ With a wrinkle of his nose, Nico effortlessly implies all three of them are too good for this party, and at this point, who's to say that's not true? People are a lot drunker now, incoherent shrieks of hilarity coming from the backyard and various parts of the house.

Jacob got a ride here with someone else, but it's fine, he can sit shotgun and direct one twin while the other can lean against the back of Jacob's seat to stay in the conversation. And by the time they're making their way into the house, Nico is right there, leaning into Jacob's side as he laughs, warm and easy. ]

[Nico's the one who stays with Jacob for the most part, while Caleb snoops around the living room and lets them walk into the kitchen for those promised drinks. He's running his finger over the spine of some book when they both make it back, joining them on the couch in a similar echo of their conversation at the party. Similar, not identical, because this time Jacob's sitting between the twins, leaning back so he can exchange looks between them easily. They indulge in a couple of new topics, more alcohol and laughter.

Patience and preparation only last so long, though. With one last swig at his own drink, Caleb lies back on couch with Nico, looking straight at his brother before his (their) focus goes to the boy entirely. He's been fueled by them so much already that it barely takes one more suggestion in the back of his mind to make him look at Nico and lean in for a kiss. The twin he goes to first should be the logical choice, of course, but it's Caleb's treat to him, too. Not that Nico couldn't have just pulled him to him just as easily, but it's his brother's way of saying he's got dibs.

Anyway. He gets to watch Jacob and his brother make out for however long Nico likes. Then he's leaning in to kiss Jacob's neck and get his attention before the boy stares at him in a total daze. Then they kiss, and Jacob absolutely cannot believe his luck.]

[ If he were able to sit back and think about it analytically, Jacob might find it curious that Nico's pretend competitiveness is mostly gone, and that the twins don't have to consult or coordinate much. They just are exactly where they choose to be, and then they're bracketing him on the couch with barely so much as a glance.

But he's had a few drinks by now, and it all flows so smoothly, Nico's mouth soft against his like he's the one accepting Jacob's initiative. In the course of kissing, he subtly pushes Jacob back toward Caleb, one hand settling on his stomach. It stays there when the twins switch off, Nico taking his turn to watch. After a while, he presses the hand lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of Jacob's jeans with a little tug to gauge his receptiveness. Not that Nico expects anything other than enthusiasm. ]

[Their kiss is a little less tentative than Nico's, like he was first offered a prelude and now gets to be eased into the next steps. They're not taking it slow, but not placing too much pressure all at once, either. It's a steady but continuous growth; Caleb makes Jacob's mind spin while Nico places the suggestion for more, and immediately gets a small but telling roll of the boy's hips hand-in-hand with a compliant - if not pleading - murmur. It's only after those first few minutes of I can't believe this is happening that Jacob even snaps out of virtual inactivity, hand firmly placed on Caleb's nape to keep him close.

That's when Caleb's hand takes a hold of Jacob's thigh, nudging his legs apart.]

[ It's a bit like playing a duet on the same keyboard, if the keyboard were thrilled to be played. Easy, but far from boring, because the fun is in the performance as much as it is the reaction - poor, lucky Jacob with his mind abuzz with delighted disbelief. There's a sharper intake of breath against Caleb's mouth when Nico trails his hand into the parting his brother created, a hint of warmth and pressure through Jacob's jeans.

Then Nico's head lowers, kissing the stomach revealed by dragging up his shirt, nuzzling a little. Jacob can have one hand on each twin's neck, dazed with the possibilities. Nico isn't doing much more than teasing, but even a little teasing can go a long way when it's both of them. ]

[Jacob's little murmurs become startled whimpers. He doesn't seem to know what to do with himself, and his hands are a demonstration of how split down the middle he is, everywhere and nowhere all at once. Between not letting Caleb dial back and encouraging Nico to increase the intensity, his stomach twitches and his mouth gapes for a breath before leaning back in to keep the kiss. Caleb pulls away, though, smirks at the boy and unbuttons his pants without getting in Nico's way.]

[ There is some small temptation to bite. Not hard, not necessarily, it's just that the twitch of muscle under warm skin and beneath his mouth does something to him. Nico inhales deliberately, then limits himself to a nip as he nuzzles lower, hair brushing Caleb's hand as he finishes unbuttoning Jacob's pants. He too pulls up after that, though. ]

Lift up? And your arms.

[ Spoken smilingly, and like a request, but it's an order without literally being one. They have the best/worst of both worlds with the persuasion/compelling. There are still some things Jacob would refuse them if they only asked, but this isn't one of them. Nico will let Caleb continue with the pants as Jacob arches eagerly off the couch; he'll help pull Jacob's t-shirt off. ]

[The atmosphere is light and playful when Caleb shifts down, one hand on either side of Jacob's hips to start tugging his pants away. There's a break to yank off his tennis shoes and socks, then get the trousers until he's nothing but exposed skin, covered in the middle by briefs. Now there are glaring pieces of evidence scattered on the floor for his parents to find, should they decide to come home sooner than planned. The thought makes him smile, making it a shared joke between the twins.

Caleb slides his hand up Jacob's leg, back on the couch, leaning in to whisper the moment his palm cups around his crotch and presses lightly, feeding into the warm and increasingly louder buzz.]

Can we see your room?

[A not-order that implies a choice.]

[ If they weren't what they are, anyone else in Jacob's position would feel a pinprick of alarm, to be almost entirely unclothed between two fully clothed twins, both of whom are smiling as if at some secret. Some concern or confusion about how smoothly the night has progressed from party to here, not a beat missed.

Jacob only lets out a short moan, pushing up against Caleb's hand and winding his arm around Caleb's shoulders - are you kidding me? Yes - and Nico crowds his other side to reward him with a kiss and a second hand to squeeze his thigh. ]

Lead the way.

[ It might take them a while. If one twin manages to make a little progress, the other is slowing them down touching Jacob. Or it's Jacob who's getting distracted, trying to undo parts of their clothing as they go and mixing up what he's undone on whom; pushing Caleb against the bannister at the top of the stairs to kiss him more demandingly than he had before, then breaking it off to make a noise when Nico presses against him from behind, arms lazily enfolding both Jacob and his brother at the waist. ]

[Caleb's shirt is off and his pants undone, left loose around his hips, while both shoes have been lost on the trail up the stairs. He's perhaps the most undressed twin now, kissing Jacob hungrily with a sound that's just as much for him as it is for Nico to hear. Then another one, soft as a murmur, when Nico envelops the both of them and overwhelms Jacob with the heat and desire of two bodies at once.

Caleb is swelling now, rubbing up against Jacob's exploring hand, then his barely covered arousal. The twins cross when his other hand reaches around for the small of Nico's back, a pause from Jacob while he presses his and the boy's temples together. Caleb's eyes are closed and his body arched against the guest, but his focus is now streaming directly to Nico. Offering part of what he's feeling, opening up to whatever he may have to give in return.

(This is us. We're together.)

End creepy(er) mind link moment.]

Jacob, [he laughs, a little breathless, because he is now mindlessly showering him with kisses and suckles on his neck.] Come on. Don't get too excited yet.

[grin still playful, warm and accepting when the boy barely realizes his enthusiasm is getting in the way. He finally leads them past his bedroom door, and this is when the games from before take a step up. Caleb shoves him on the bed and makes him stay put, then walks to where Nico awaits.

Nico had less taken off or undone. His shirt, though casual, is mostly buttoned up, so Caleb stands in front of him and calmly slips every button through the loop. Circling around so Jacob can get a full view, he helps his brother shrug it off and goes around his hips to undo his pants, leaving them in place until he deliberately crouches down, fingers curled around fabric to help them come off.

Caleb and Nico almost make this part a performance, neither fully naked but exposed, culminating when he's straightened up and hugging his twin from behind, cheek to neck, eyes shut until the third party finally becomes part of the scene again.]

Do you like us, Jacob?

[It's a question that prompts the boy's brain to think about the flow of fondness that was already there, only amplified by their influence, relentless and intoxicating. An inexplicable kind of attraction that only seems to expand, making him look and sound desperate when he answers. If Jacob was aroused before, it's probably making every nerve in his body ache right now.

Yes - oh God, yes. I want you - b-both. Please. What do I do?]

[ There's been some mutual feedback all along, of course, but they've mostly just been playing with Jacob so far. It's not until Caleb opens up to him and they align, feeling for a moment exactly what the other is feeling, that Nico starts hardening for real. Not that rubbing up against Jacob is nothing, or that Caleb's small sounds, echoed unconsciously by Nico, aren't also exactly what he wants; the connection is what knocks down everything they set up. The twinned, asynchronous sensation of getting hard, basic as it is, reinforces each other's, the experiences for the duration of their close connection overlaid.

Laughing when Caleb finally gets them on their way, Nico watches Jacob's reactions from beneath lowered lids as Caleb helps him get his clothes off, nestles into him from behind. He reaches back to rest his hand on the nape of Caleb's neck, where Jacob had touched, a pose that makes him look as on offer to Jacob as, in reality, Jacob is to them. ]

Both? [ Nico laughs again, as if this is both a bold and delightful proposal. His stance shifts a bit wider, pushing back against Caleb as they stand there with Jacob's longing stare on them. His voice drops, quieter on his next question, as if to coax the answer out: ] Do you want my brother to fuck you?

[Caleb laughs with his brother, smoothing his hands down his sides to gently hold his hips and nuzzle his neck. Having him pressed up against his own body only makes Caleb's erection all too obvious, if not contribute to it. They're so attuned and receptive that this much proximity and contact fuels every single sense to another level.

Even the room seems to be changing with their presence - nothing but an illusion to the manipulated mind - with a slow, lazy pulse in the walls, deafening Jacob's own thoughts until the two boys in front of him are all that there is. His hands curl into his sheets, thighs sliding together with the discomfort of so much anticipation. Then he gulps, muttering a stilted yes immediately after.]

[ His smile comes with warmth and approval for this correct answer, all the benevolent reward for cooperation Santiago would have hoped they'd use in some other way. Nico tilts his head to give Caleb more access to his neck, the first muted signs of excitement making its way into his voice and the shiver in his body. ]

And you want to fuck me.

[ No more pretense of questions. Jacob says another gasping yes, will continue saying yes, whether or not Nico is filling his mind with that pulse that comes out of the walls and from inside Jacob, in the throb of blood in his body. ]

Take it off.

[ A little show for them, too, watching Jacob immediately, eagerly peel his underwear off, sighing as he frees his dick from the confines of the fabric. Flushed and straining, but Nico, or maybe both of them, wordlessly prevent Jacob from touching himself, and Nico feels an answering pulse in his own erection.

Then, finally, the twins come to him on the bed, an exchange of murmured questions - nightstand? Get on your knees - that get a frantic nod for one and obedience for the other. Nico passes Caleb the lube after squirting some into his hands, and settling down to the bed in front of Jacob. ]

[Caleb lets Nico lead the way, exchanging words and fitting their every movement together into something so smooth it's virtually coordinated, like they've done this with Jacob countless times. Change the names and places and it's almost always the same: the twins are a constant, the feelings they pour out and pull from their friends a cocktail that varies only with the subject, and the results, while predictable, are also wonderful every time.

Bottle in his hand, Caleb slips out of his underwear and slicks himself up, then leans over to press kisses to Jacob's back, soft bites and swipes of his tongue as he comes closer to his shoulders. His hands grab the boy's hips, steadying him in place to come up and grind his cock once, then twice, against the cleft of his ass with a sigh and a light moan. It's a suggestive movement at best, in no way invasive. Not yet.]

Tell him. How much you want to fuck him.

[His voice already sounds affected.]

[ Nico's eyes lift expectantly to Jacob, who flushes and stammers at first, until his verbal fumbling trips over itself at the feel of Caleb pushing slickly against him. A moment later, Nico's hands close around him, the lube warm as he spreads it up the shaft, and Jacob moans, arousal overcoming shyness. I want to, god, I need to, please, you're both so -

Variations on the same theme, still pleasing to hear. Nico gives him one lingering stroke and then parts Jacob's thighs as Caleb did for him. Reaches up between to press a circle against his hole, his other fingers brushing up against Caleb as he does so. ]

Open up for him, and then...

[ Then, as his hand slipping back to grasp Jacob and give him a squeeze suggests, they'll finger out them. ]

[There's just a sharp, subtle little exhale when Nico's fingers brush up against him unintentionally, tilting his head to one side to shower Jacob in more attention, kisses and tongue followed by the occasional bite. The latter never get too strong or alarming, just a tease like everything else is, and a dissimulated prelude for what the twins might just indulge in later.

It makes Jacob shiver, culminating when Nico's fingers drift away and Caleb's take their place, spreading his cheeks with remnants of lube around the two he'll need. The other hand grabs at Jacob's hair, loosening after the initial grip. Then he's pushing in a finger, and the boy is releasing a startled moan that's split between Nico stimulating his dick and Caleb preparing him to take his own.]

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