Okay, so this is crazy.

My heart is beating outside of my chest as I position my phone up on the shower ledge.

Truthfully, I didn't actually think he'd say yes to this idea. I hoped, but come on. I thought he was going to throw me out instantly. I've already lasted three minutes and two seconds longer than I thought I would.

Hayden was all in his head out there. I could see it written all over his face. So, as soon as he mentioned his fear around us three being together...I knew I had to do something.

Yeah, I guess I've always been a little more...imaginative to the idea of us being together. I'm not completely crazy -I know it's wrong. But, what it comes to how I feel about Hayden...it's something that I can't explain even to myself.

I don't know and I can't make it make sense. And I shouldn't have to. I love him. He's my brother. I simply would do anything for him. Even if that 'anything' were let's say...something dirty and wrong and totally fucked up in the eyes of society.

Yeah, I'd do it. In a millisecond. And I'd probably really like it. So, sue me! Arrest me, officers! Just make sure all my officers look like Hayden and Asher so I'd get some sort of pleasure out of it.

I breathe in deeply and step away from my phone. I've flipped us on the front camera so I can see what Asher will see when I send it to him.

There's a clear shot of our torso's, covered in steam and tattoos. But, if I walk backwards a little more, our dicks are clearly in frame.

"You're fucking crazy." Hayden laughs, leaning on the shower wall.

"We send each other nudes all the time. He'll love this." I shrug.

Hayden's smile falls as I see envy cross his eyes. "You do?"

I smile, grabbing some soap from behind his head on the opposite ledge. "Yeah, is that weird to you? Because we could start discussing what you two were up to before I walked in the other day." I said, squeezing some soap into my hand.

Hayden looks down at the pour and swallows deeply. "Yeah, maybe not." He answers.

Well, that's no fun.

I pinch my eyebrows together. "No, actually. Now I wanna know." I slap some of the soap across his chest. His eyes widen as I begin to rub it in.

"What do you want to know?" He bites his lip ring and I smile because I know he does that when he's nervous or...turned on. Fuck, is he turned on right now?

I don't want to freak him out too fast so I hold back from looking down at his dick even though I really really want to.

"Tell me about the first time you two hooked up." I shrugged, digging my thumbs into the muscle in his shoulder. I know he gets sore there.

He instinctively closes his eyes, sinking into my touch.

"He came to my room looking for me. I just gave him what he wanted." Hayden breathes.

I roam my fingers across his chest, taking in his assortment of tattoos. The sparrow on his neck. The snakes that crawl across his shoulder blades. The moth that sits on his chest. So many more scattered everywhere. I want to take my time examining each one.

I smile as I remember my favourite one on his ribs. The same place mine is.

"Tell me what he wanted." I step closer to him, moving my hands gently down his torso and back up again to his neck. My movement is creating a lather of bubbles all over him. Mixing with his ink. He looks like something straight out of the movies.

Haydens eyes are still closed, hidden behind his wet black hair as I keep massaging his body.

"I told him to get on his knees. Told him he wasn't going to stop sucking my dick until there was my cum in his mouth and his cum on my floor." I could see a smile playing on his lips as he rememberes it.

"Jesus." I breathe. He's as evil and dirty as I always knew he'd be. Just like in every day life, he calls all the shots.

"How'd it feel?" I ask, running my thumbs across his nipples. He stirs, beneath me. I can tell by his furrowed eyebrows that he's struggling in his mind with this. "Hayden, tell me how it felt." I repeat, trying to get him to focus on my words.

He swallows. "It felt fucking fantastic."

"Yeah? Why?" I ask, pinching his nipples softly between my fingers. He winces and stirs a little more.

"His mouth was so fucking warm and tight." He gasps. I press into him with my leg. I can feel his hard dick resting against my thigh.

"Did you want him to stop?" I ask. I lean into his neck, pressing my fingers against his ribs, my right hand resting right on top of his tattoo. The tattoo he got for me. For us. Till The World Ends.

"No. Not at all." He says, leaning his head over so I have more room to snuggle in.

"Do you want me to stop?" I press into his some more. Running my hands back up his arms and massaging his shoulders.

He takes a moment to think it over. "Fuck no." He finally exhales.

This makes my heart skip. He actually is opening himself up to me. Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

Without a second thought, I latch my mouth onto the side of neck.

"Damn, Cameron." He sucks in a breathe, trying to wiggle out from my gasp.

No fucking way, he's not going anywhere. I grip on to his waist, making him stay right where I want him.

I lick and gently bite his soft skin. He feels incredible on my tongue, like he always does.

"Shit." He moans, rocking his hips slightly.

I unlatch my mouth from his skin and look down at his dick, sliding up and down on my thigh.

"Look at you. So pretty and rock hard for me." I smile.

Suddenly, Hayden's hand cups my jaw, flipping me around and pressing my back firmly against the tile.

"Don't ever say that again." He huffs in my face.

I smile at him, arching my back away from the cold surface and closer to him, searching for the closeness we just had. "What'd I say wrong?"

"I'm not pretty." He says, pulling me close and slamming me back hard into the tile.

I wince but can't help but smirk at him. "You're right, brother. You're not pretty. You're fucking beautiful."

He squints at me with furrowed brows, examining my face to see if I'm joking. I'm not.

"Has no one called you that before? Fuck. They should. You're beautiful as fuck." I smile.

"You're just saying that because I'm your twin." He says, pressing into me.

I look into his eyes. Putting my joking tone aside, I need to make sure he understands this. "No...no I'm not." I slowly shake my head.

We stop moving. His arms on either side of shoulders, our legs tangled. I bite my lip as I look down at his beautiful puffy lips.

They're like mine but...different somehow. I want to taste them. Feel them against my own. Figure out every single thing that about them that makes them so special.

I tilt my hips and press my hard-on into his waist. He looks down at where I'm sliding and feeling his eyes on me is lighting me up.

His face looks confused as he takes in what I'm doing. He slightly lifts his leg up further to give me more of him to slide on. I'm using his leg to get myself off and he's letting me.

Does he like it? Does he want to push me off? All of his emotions are running across his face.

I lean in to press my lips against his to test his boundaries but he quickly pushes me against the wall with his arm the moment I get to close. My back is sore from all the constant hits to the hard surface but I don't care. It's fucking worth it. He's here - he's not running away - and that's enough for me to know he wants this too on some level. I keep moving my hips back and forth as he keeps my top half secure.

"You want to fucking touch me. Admit it." I say breathlessly.

"Fuck off." He grunts, still staring at my dick. My pre-cum is leaking on his leg and I know he sees and feels it too which only turns me on even more.

"No one is here, Hayd. It's just you and I." My eyes flick over to the camera in the corner. "And Asher." My eyes flicker shut. "Fuck...me...you and Asher." A quiet moan slips out of my lips as I imagine it.

He releases his arm off my chest and instead holds me by gripping my shoulder.

"Stop talking." He bites, glowering at me.

"Why, Hayd? Does it turn you on too much? Seeing me like this? Letting me use you?" I speed up my pace just a little. It feel so nice but I need more friction. I need more. I need his hands on me.

"Shut...up." He breathes, moving his hand from my shoulder to grip the back of my neck. "You talk too fucking much."

He wants this. He wants this so fucking badly, I can tell. He just needs to let himself go and stop thinking so damn much.

I smile, moving in. I lean my head on his shoulder and he accepts, pulling me close into his chest.

"I need you, Hayd. Touch me. Please." I beg, snuggling my face into his neck.

"I can't." He shakes his head. It sounds more like he's fighting against himself. I can hear it in his voice. The struggle. The whimper right at the edge of his tongue.

"You'll love it, trust me." I whisper, licking and kissing softly on his skin.

"No," He grunts.

"Fine, then I'll touch you."

"Don't–" But before he can get the full words out, my hand wraps around the soft skin of his shaft. He squeezes his eyes shut but it's too late.

"Cam–ffffuck," He moans loudly in my ear. Two pumps. That's all it took. My eyes widen as I look down to watch my hand being covered in his white warm cum.

The sight of it sets me off. "Holy shittt," I moan, tumbling off the edge right after him. I haven't even fucking touched myself and I'm coming so hard all over his leg. The pleasure is blinding. I can't even see.

"Shit,shit,shit." I moan into his neck. He grips on to my back, tilting his hips back and forth, stroking himself in my hand. The sudden intense pleasure erupting through my body is too much. It's overpowering and I can't believe it happened that easily.

I can't even think. I can't even move. I just came, untouched, by watching my brother.

This is so fucked.

Before my brain fully clears, I lift my hand covered in his come and slip my fingers slowly in my mouth.

He watches me, frozen still, as I suck my hand clean of him. No, the drain doesn't get to wash this away. He doesn't get to wash this away.

He slowly dips his hand on to the mess I left on his thigh and brings it to his lips.

I bite my lip in anticipation.

I see him swallow deeply, thinking it over. Is this another line we're ready to cross?

I can't wait any longer. I gently pushing his fingers into his mouth. He slowly closes his eyes, swallowing me down, as though he needed my permission.

He licks and sucks his own fingers and I watch as he goes back for more, cleaning off his leg until it's just clear water left from the shower.

This happened. This right here was ours.

A smirk creeps up on his lips as he looks at me closely.

I know he's thinking the same thing as I am. Call it twin telepathy or whatever.

All I know is – whatever happened here, however crazy and special that was – I know he feels it too.