Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Twincest, obviously

Notes: Getting back on my feet and having Hummelcest feelings for no reason at all. Wheeeeeeeeeeee.

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lingerie thing for murphles :D

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Kurt watched sleepily from the bed as Cameron undressed. A lazy smile found his face as Cameron caught on to his audience and slowed things down a little, letting Kurt appreciate the view more, a smirk on his face. Hooking thumbs under his waistband, Cameron slid the jeans down his legs, hips swinging with the effort a little. Kurt caught his lower lip under his teeth only to release it a second later with a sound of surprise.

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i woke up, somehow, in this cuddle-pile-thing with both my roommates. so this happened. :D?
title taken from BSB’s “The One” 

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When Blaine wakes, it’s slowly. The sun is soft through the window and manufactured warmth is saturating the room. He’s comfortable though, even with this body pressed close to him. Because without that body, a deeper, intrinsic part of him would be empty and aching. He stretches and the mop of curls at his chest whines in response. Blaine grins, shaking his head, and drops a hand to Everett’s hair, ruffling it. “Sorry, sleepy,” he murmurs. Everett hums and Blaine can feel arms tighten around his torso.

“I drooled on you,” comes a raspy declaration and Blaine laughs, groaning at the end of it.  He shoved at Everett’s shoulder, sliding so they’re laying side-by-side. With effort, Everett rolled onto his side, drowsy eyes meeting Blaine’s smile. “Hi,” he says with a sleepy softness that Everett only ever admits to this early in the morning.

“Hi,” Blaine returns, leaning in to press their noses together. Everett smiles and ducks his eyes, the starting of a blush at his cheeks. Blaine brings a hand up to thumb over Everett’s temple, his brother turning into the touch. He catches Blaine’s finger between his lips, mouthing over it shallowly and making Blaine’s breath stutter in his lungs. Straightening a little, Everett cups his hand over the back of Blaine’s, kissing his way to the center of his palm. Blaine watches, keeping still.

“Love you,” Everett admits, tossing himself onto his back and nuzzling into his hand before holding it to his chest.

Blaine laces their fingers together and slides in closer, hooking a leg over both of Everett’s.

A chuckle vibrates through both of them and Everett asks, “Don’t we have to be up soon? Haven’t we got things to do?”

Blaine smiles, eyes already closed again, and shakes his head. “I don’t have anywhere else to be.”