Two of a Kind -- written by Brittany

Part One.

With a light yawn, you walk to your hotel room door and out into the hall.

You need ice.

Walking quietly down the hall, you head for the vending machine room.

Stepping inside, the gentle hum of the ice machine makes you smile, and you fill up your bucket.

"You're up late."

Startled, you drop your ice and whip around.

"Damn you, Joseph!" you scold, your hands on your hips as he grins at you.

"I'm sorry," he says innocently.

"Were you following me?" you ask, bending over to retrieve the bucket and re-fill it.

"No, we just got in and I wanted a soda," Joe replies, watching you fill the bucket for a second time.

"It's three in the morning and you're just getting in?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Joe shrugs and nods.

"Rockstar," you mumble, walking past him and heading back down the hall.

"Hey now," Joe chuckles, walking after you.

"Yes?" you ask, smirking as you come to your door.

"I don't consider myself a rockstar," he says, watching you fumble to find your room key.

"Sure you don't. Aw, shit, I forgot my key," you sigh, looking back down the hall.

"Yeah, I saw it fall on the floor with the ice bucket," Joe nods.

"Thanks for telling me," you say, hitting his shoulder lightly.

"My room's closer, you know," he says, blocking your way to get back down the hall.

"Closer for a room key?" you ask, tilting your head.

"Closer for a bed," he corrects, sliding a hand down your arm, making you shiver.

"The rockstar's not too tired?" you tease, tapping his nose.

"Not for you," he says quietly, leaning in and kissing you deeply, making you gasp quietly.

You and Joe have a light physical relationship that you can't seem to get rid of. He makes you want things you never thought you wanted.

"What are we waiting for?" you ask, pulling back and smirking at him.

"Me to find my key," Joe smiles, shoving his hands in his pockets.

A hand comes out with his room key and you follow him two doors down.

He unlocks the door and the two of you step inside quickly.

Joe shoves you against the wall quickly, taking the bucket of ice from you and setting it on top of the television before kissing you, his hands sliding under your shirt and grazing your hot skin.

"Joe," you sigh, his lips on your neck now.

You two haven't been together in almost a month, and you're going crazy with want for his touch.

"I know," he says against your skin, nipping it lightly as his fingers clutch your shirt and pull it over your head.

His lips run down to your chest, and his lips tease the skin as his fingers undo your bra.

His tounge tortures you for a moment and you arch into his lips.

His fingers trail down your sides and to your pants, where he quickly undoes them and kneels down as he slides your pants off of your legs.

He kisses your knees, thighs, inner thighs, lower stomach, chest, shoulders, and neck before landing on your jaw and sucking hard enough to make you moan quietly.

Finally letting your skin go, he steps back from you and sighs.

"What?" you ask curiously.

He smirks and leans against the wall across from you.

He unbuttons his shirt, his fingers moving down his chest as he looks at you.

Biting his lower lip, he undoes his pants and his hand disappears into them.

Your lips part as you realize what he's doing.

He smirks, his head dropping onto the wall, his eyes wandering over your body as his hand moves slowly.

Swallowing, you run a hand through your hair as you watch his eyes become glassy.

Letting your own hand run down your throat and chest, you reach back and undo your bra, slowly sliding it off and watching Joe's eyes lock on the newly exposed skin.

"Feel good?" you ask, sliding your hands down to your hips, hooking your thumbs in your underwear.

Joe nods slightly, his tounge running along his lips as you push the cloth down.

"As good as when I do it?" you ask, watching his pants tighten.

"No," Joe says, his voice rough.

You kick your underwear aside and step over to Joe, your body barely touching his.

Kissing his jaw lightly, you run your fingers over his chest, making him flinch.

"It might feel better if you go faster," you say, moving your lips to his ear.

Joe lets out a breath and closes his eyes.

"Faster," you say again, sucking below his ear.

You hear him grunt and feel his hand move faster from behind the denim he's wearing.

"Feel better?" you ask.

"Mmm," Joe replies.

"Are you imagining it's my hand?" you ask, your hips brushing against his lightly and your breath tickling his lips.

"Yes," he says, moaning very quietly.

Feeling yourself becoming more turned on than you probably should be, your hands reach forward and run down his chest, making him arch his back.

"I want you, Joe," you say, pushing a hand firmly over his zipper.

"Ahhh," Joe groans, the added pressure making him squirm.

Your hand slides his zipper down and you undo the button to his pants.

"Fuck. Take me," Joe moans, feeling you slide his pants to the ground.

You bite your lip as you look at his boxers, and take ahold of his wrist, removing his hand from himself.

He sighs, frustrated.

"Aw, don't be sad," you say, removing his undone shirt.

"Make it up to me," Joe says, opening his eyes and looking at your with dark eyes.

Smiling, you pull his boxers down and then step back.

He raises his eyebrows and looks at you.

"Bed," you say, pointing to the bed.

He stumbles over to it and sits on it, his eyes never leaving you.

You walk over slowly after grabbing a condom from your pants and push him back on the bed before straddling him and sliding the protection on.

"It's been too long," you say, your body trembling for him.

"You remember how I make you feel?" Joe asks, his hands finding your hips.

Your hips jerk against his leg as a reaction and you nod.

Lifting your hips, your hands grip the sheets below you and you let Joe ease you down onto his throbbing self.

"You miss that feeling?" he asks breathlessly, licking his lips.

"Yes," you moan, circling your hips.

He pushes himself up into you as you move, his hips grinding against yours.

"God, I forgot how good you feel," Joe moans, dropping his head back onto the blanket.

"You forgot?" you ask, trying to sound disappointed.

"It's...ohhh....b-been awhile," he moans, his hands running up and down your sides.

"Mmmm...well, maybe we should make this unforgettable then," you say, biting your lip as you grind against him.

Joe nods, jerking his hips up, making you yelp.

"Ohh...faster," Joe moans, licking his lips.

Your breath increases as your hips move quicker.

Joe moans again, his hips rotating in the opposite direction as yours.

"Touch me," you breathe, tilting your head back.

"Show me what you want."

You grab Joe's hand and drag it down your chest and stomach before placing it where you want it.

His thumb finds your hot spot quickly and rubs in circles.

"Oh my God," you moan loudly.

"This is what I remember," Joe says, his back arching slightly and his hips jerking up again.

"What?" you ask, your mind starting to become blank.

"This...feeling like this. N-No one makes me feel like you do. Ohhh my God," he moans, and you feel him beginning to tense.

"No one, huh?" you ask, biting your lip as you feel him press into you harder.

"No. You make me feel s-so...good," Joe moans, his thumb pressing harder on you and going in faster circles.

"Ahhhh," you moan, your hips moving quickly as his thumb teases you.

"Oh fuck. Make me feel good," he says, gripping your hipbone with his free hand.

You lift up, then slam down on him, making him grunt loudly.

"Feel good?"

Joe nods, and you recognize the look in his eyes.

Licking your lips, you ram your hips into his a few times then move in circles, your hips teasing him.

Joe whimpers as you move, and the grip on your hipbone becomes tighter.

A smirk finds its way on your lips as you become aware of what you're doing to him.

Twisting your hips at an odd angle, you watch Joe's eyes close and his lips part.

"Don't stop that...oh my God...ohhhh," Joe moans, his hips jerking as his voice echoes throughout the room.

His body convulses lightly under you, and you close your eyes as you feel yourself tightening.

You feel his thumb move quickly over you and his hips driving into yours until you feel yourself letting go.

Shrieking his name, your head drops back and you let your hips move in large circles as your climax hits you.

Joe groans as he feels you, and you finally lean forward and find his lips with yours.

Kissing deeply for a moment, you finally pull back and roll off of him.

Joe sighs deeply from beside you and you turn your heads and look at each other.

Joe winks at you and you grin, kissing him gently before sitting up.

"You're leaving?" Joe asks, watching you fetch your clothes.

You dress and walk back to the bed and kiss him again.

"I have to. I can't stay the night in here, you know that."

Joe frowns slightly, but nods.

"Don't wait a month before you visit the vending machines again, okay?" Joe asks you, grinning.

"I'll keep a dollar with me at all times," you chuckle, shaking your head and heading for the door.

"Sweet dreams," Joe calls after you, and you smile as you step into the hall.

Walking away from his room, you go back down the hall and into the vending machine room to fetch your room key.

"Where are you?" you ask outloud, scanning the floor.

You squat down and look under the machine and finally spot your room key.

"Ew," you groan, your hands sliding under the machine and grabbing the key.

Standing up, you walk back down the hall and slide the key into your door, then step inside.

Stretching with a smile on your lips, you walk into the bed area and freeze, staring at your bed.

"Hi."

Part Two

You glance around the room, confused.

"Kevin, what are you doing in here? How did you get in here?"

"I'm in charge of keeping copies of everyone's room keys incase they lose them," he replies.

"Oh. So...what are you doing in here?" you ask again.

"Um, that's a good question," Kevin says, frowning slightly.

"Do you need to talk or something?" you ask, walking over to him.

You and Kevin aren't that close. He doesn't talk to you a lot, and that makes you think he doesn't like you very much.

"Kind of."

"Kind of? Kevin, we barely talk and now you're entering my room in the early morning hours and waiting for me on my bed? What gives?" you ask curiously.

You watch him stare at his hands for a moment, then sigh and look at you.

"I know about you and Joe," he finally says.

"Oh," you say, swallowing.

"Yeah."

"Um, listen, me and Joe aren't dating or anything you know. It's just...kind of like an addiction or something. I can't explain it," you say, fumbling over your words for some reason.

Kevin tilts his head as he watches you talk.

"So, what, you fuck and forget?" he asks.

Your jaw drops and you shake your head quickly.

"No! No, it's not like that. I told you I can't explain it. We're...close, but not dating. It's-"

"It's odd," Kevin interrupts.

"Yeah, I guess," you frown.

"I didn't mean to make you feel bad," he says quietly.

"It's okay," you say, sitting next to him on the bed.

"I just...I'm, uh...kind of, um-"

"Kevin, spit it out," you chuckle.

"J-Jealous," he says, not looking at you.

"Excuse me?" you ask, your eyes widening.

"I know that we don't talk much, but-"

"Because I thought you didn't like me," you say, shocked.

Kevin nods and sighs. "That was the idea in the beginning. I thought you and Joe were getting serious and I didn't want to get hurt, so I kept my distance from you."

"What about when you realized we weren't getting serious?" you ask curiously.

"I was scared to do anything. I thought I had ruined my chance because I hadn't talked to you much," he says quietly.

"You didn't. You...haven't," you find yourself saying.

Kevin looks at you carefully. "What?"

You slide over until your knees are touching and you look at Kevin.

"You haven't missed your chance," you tell him.

You have no idea where this is coming from, but you can't stop yourself from leaning in and kissing him.

His lips are thinner than Joe's, but he kisses you deeper than Joe has ever kissed you, and you find yourself moaning quietly.

Kevin's fingers run through your hair and you move closer to him, quickly climbing in his lap and straddling him.

His tounge wants entry to your mouth, and you part your lips and allow it.

His tounge glides along yours and he sucks on it gently as his hands roam down your back and grip your hips, pushing you against his lower body.

You can feel the hardness of him through his jeans, and you press your hips against him instinctively.

Kevin lets your tounge go and pulls back from the kiss, looking at you.

"I want you," he says softly, kissing your cheek and your jaw.

You swallow and nod slightly.

His hands run under your shirt onto your already sensitive skin, and his fingers undo your bra.

In one movement he lifts your shirt and your bra off of you and drops them on the floor.

"Impressive," you smile.

"If you think that now, just wait," he says, his fingers and eyes roaming over your top half.

You lean back slightly so he has a better view, and smile when you feel his lips on your throat.

You feel the heat of him through your pants, and you don't want to wait any longer.

Pushing him down on the bed, you get off of him and undo his pants, yanking them off of him.

Dropping them on the floor, you smirk when you see the shocked look on his face.

He sits up and takes his own shirt off, then leans forward and undoes your jeans, pushing them down as far as he can.

You finish removing your pants and then just look at him.

"You've been with Joe tonight," Kevin says, looking at your scratched hips.

You blush and nod.

"Tell me," Kevin says, removing your hands from your underwear and kissing your hipbone.

"What?" you ask.

"Does Joe please you?" he asks.

"W-What?" you ask, not sure if you should be answering him.

"If I know Joe, he lets himself go first. Am I right?"

Your hands rest on Kevin's shoulders and he sucks on your hip, and you hesitate.

"He, uh-"

"I'll take that as a yes," he says, his fingers finally sliding your underwear down.

"Okay, yes, but that-"

"And let me guess, you're always on top doing all the work?" he asks, getting off the bed and moving your legs out of your underwear.

"Um, I-"

"Do you like that?" he asks, making you sit on the bed.

"I...it's always been like that. I don't...um-"

"Do you want it to always be like that?" Kevin asks, fetching a condom and removing his boxers.

You swallow and let your eyes fall down, and you can't help but to compare the brothers.

Kevin smirks and you watch him roll the protection on, then climb on top of you.

"I don't know how to...not do all of the work," you frown.

Now that you think about it, it always has been Joe's needs first.

"I'll show you," Kevin says softly, kissing you gently.

You can feel him pressing into your thigh as he kisses you, and you sigh in anticipation.

"Impatient, are we?" he chuckles.

"I need you," you breathe.

"Do you now?" Kevin asks, lifting up on his hands and looking at you.

"Yes," you nod.

"Why? You want to compare us?"

You bite your lip and feel your face flush.

"Admit it," Kevin smiles, kissing your collarbone.

"K-Kind of. B-But I just want you. I need you, Kevin. I need to feel you. I need you to make me feel good," you say, arching into his lips.

"You think I can make you feel better than Joe does?" he asks.

You feel him near your entrance and you moan, knowing what's coming.

"Do you?" he asks again, dragging his tounge along your bottom lip.

"M-Maybe," you say, not going to lie to him.

He nips your lip lightly and spreads your legs with one of his hands before entering you slowly, taking much longer than you wanted.

Your head tilts back as you feel him, and the comparisons swirl in your mind.

His hips rock against yours slowly, and you grip his shoulders having never felt anyone at this angle before.

"Oh wow," you moan, feeling his hips grind into yours.

"Tell me how good it feels," Kevin says into your ear.

"S-So good," you tell him, moving your hips against his as he moves.

A hand roams about your body as he moves, and you lick your lips as the two sensations tease you.

"How good?" he asks, slamming his hips into yours harshly.

"G-Good. So...so- Ohhh," you moan loudly, and find yourself wrapping your legs around his hips.

You push him deeper into you with each thrust and your lips part as your breathing increases.

Kevin moans from above you, and the knowledge of him over you makes you moan with him.

"K-Kevin," you breathe, your fingers gripping his back.

"What?" he asks, slowing his thrusts.

"D-Don't stop. I-I need to feel you," you tell him.

He thrusts into you hard a few times until you moan his name, then he slows down and makes you look at him.

"Who's better?" he asks, pulling out of you and then slamming back into you.

Your eyes close at the feeling and you shudder slightly.

"Who?" he asks again, grinding his hips into yours and moaning.

"I-I...don't...oh my God," you moan, not able to form a sentence.

You feel your toes beginning to curl as he moves inside of you.

"Say it. Tell me," Kevin says, almost growling as he thrusts into you at a rapid pace.

"I...you," you breathe, scratching his back lightly.

"Honestly?" he asks, gripping your hip with one hand and holding you still while he thrusts.

"Yesss," you moan, your head tipping back into the covers.

His hips circle into yours and you feel him hit a spot you've never felt before.

You let out a throaty moan and feel Kevin's lower half respond to your noise.

"Kevin," you whimper.

"Ohhh, say it again," Kevin moans, his breath hot in your ear.

"Kevin. Don't stop. I'm so...so close. You feel so...oh my God, Kevinnnn," you groan, your body tensing up.

His hips drive into yours harshly as he feels you tense and you let yourself go, your eyes shutting tightly, your toes curling and your body shaking against his.

You feel him tense a few seconds later, a long moan escaping his lips as his hips crash against yours a final time.

You both lie still, your bodies in slight shock, and try to remember how to breathe.

"K-Kevin," you say, and he looks at you with lust filled eyes.

"Yes?"

"Thank you," you sigh.

He smiles and kisses you gently. "No, thank you."

"Ohhh, remind me to thank your parents some day," you say, licking your lips.

"For who?" Kevin asks curiously.

"Both of you," you reply.

You watch Kevin frown slightly, and you kiss him reassuringly.

"If Joe and I weren't what we were, you and I wouldn't be...whatever we are."

"So Joe and I aren't two of a kind?" Kevin asks, looking at you.

"Joe's a nice hand, but you're the wild card that trumps it."

"That was my easy dealt hand. You haven't seen the wild card yet," he says, giving you a look.

You bite your lip and glance at the window seeing the sun beginning to rise, and you know you're not about to get any sleep.