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I believe that we are who we choose to be. Nobody’s going to come and save you, you’ve got to save yourself. Nobody’s going to give you anything. You’ve got to go out and fight for it. Nobody knows what you want except for you. And nobody will be as sorry as you if you don’t get it. So don’t give up on your dreams.

[oromeo-blog1]

idgaf-wren:

“You got a little…” Wren tried pointing to the blood on Romeo’s lip which should really be paid attention to by now. Everything else the other said was going in one ear and out the other. He couldn’t focus on his words with the wounds he was noticing now that he was getting a better look at them. “Come with me.” he took Romeo’s wrist and started leading him to a close by cafe. He tugged him to a table to the corner and muttered, “Wait here” before heading to the front counter to ask for a first aid kit. Once he got it he returned and pulled his chair close to Romeo’s so he could attend to his wounds. “Do they still hurt a lot?” he asked opening the kit to see what he could find inside. 

Romeo’s brow furrowed when Wren gestured towards his face, then the dancer belatedly felt the warmth making a path down his chin. Shit, his lip ached. Swiping at the blood with less than clean hands, he quietly thanked the other and moved to look away. That’s when Wren surprised him by taking his wrist and leading him into a nearby cafe. His eyes were wide and it must have been a comical sight with him being dragged all injured and wounded behind Wren. Taking a seat when he was ushered into one, Romeo continued to stare with amazement while Wren set about getting a first aid kit then tending to his wounds. He was struck speechless. He figured he was useless to Wren since he was married but it seemed like the other had some kindness in there somewhere. Wow, what a revelation. “Thank you... yeah, they really do. He uh... hits hard.”

[oromeo-blog1]

idgaf-wren:

“And you believed him?” Wren wanted to laugh but he managed not to. He’d laugh at him later when he was alone. That seemed a little nicer. “He’s probably lying. I would know. Takes one to know one. Although you are kinda annoying…that hasn’t changed.” he shrugged. 

“My parents aren’t here,” he shrugged and held his hands out, gesticulating wildly and frowning. Another trickle of blood slid from his lip to his chin, but he didn’t bother wiping it away. “He doesn’t even know me... and neither do you for that matter... how would you know how I was?”

[oromeo-blog1]

idgaf-wren:

“Sticks and stones, Romeo. C’mon.” Wren shook his head. Growing up, Wren had to build a thick defense to block out all the nasty comments throw at him about his strange family set up. It made him cold in a way- but it also made him tougher. “Did you say something back or did you just start swinging?” he was trying to picture it and quite frankly- it was kinda hot just thinking about Romeo popping off out of nowhere. Then again he’d be swinging at his identical twin so it must’ve been a little amusing also. 

“I didn’t lash out until he told me I was given up because I was the annoying one. I drove our parents insane and they couldn’t deal... he said they hated me. Which is why they didn’t come looking for me...” The words had his heart sinking in his chest. His twin brother seemed to be a terrible person, yet their parents had wanted him and not Romeo. It didn’t make sense... unless he was the worst child ever. He couldn’t even remember. “He said I was still annoying.”

[oromeo-blog1]

idgaf-wren:

“Damn…you a freak. I like that.” he teased, chuckling at the bit since Romeo was clearly done with his shit by now. Before Wren could even answer ‘yes’ he was shut down, causing him to pout. “Well shit. What did he do besides fuck up your face?”

Romeo squeezed his eyes closed and silently begged for the strength to continue the conversation with Wren without throttling the man to death. That’d be so soothing right about now for the soul. It’d silence the other too, a bonus. “He told me things I didn’t know or wanna hear... just... tore me down. He’s nasty.”

[oromeo-blog1]

idgaf-wren:

“Why? You offering? Don’t be a tease. No one likes a tease.” Even if Wren was having his fun messing with Romeo, he still felt pretty bad for the guy. Whatever their fight might’ve been about it must’ve been rough. “Twins…Thank you, God.” Wren mouthed the last part of that. “I don’t think we would. That spot is filled by me. There can only be one ‘worst person alive.’” 

“Sure. I’d definitely be down for sex with someone who is not my husband and my siblings...” Romeo gave Wren a deadpan look, his hand faltering over the cut through his lip. “Do I look like the unfaithful type to you?” Thrusting a hand into the air as though to ward off the others comments, Romeo shook his head. “Don’t answer that... when I first met you, you didn’t hit me, so... to me, he’s the worst person alive.”

[oromeo-blog1]

idgaf-wren:

“Sweet. I’m given permission.” A smug grin was plastered on his face. “So are you younger or older? Oh God…are you twins? Or triplets? Pleeeeease let it be triplets.” he looked up at the sky, crossing his fingers. 

“Why? You hoping for a foursome?” Romeo rolled his eyes and huffed out a sigh, his fingers dabbing lightly at his lower lip with a wince. “Twins, apparently. He’s the worst person alive... you guys will get along famously.”

[oromeo-blog1]

idgaf-wren:

“Brother?” Wren raised a brow. Was this it? Was this his ‘I told you so’ moment? HELL YES. “So…your parents and grandparents don’t lie huh?” he questioned. “So which is it? Which one was given away? You or your brother?” 

Romeo inhaled deeply, his already frayed nerves practically tearing apart the moment the comment left Wren’s mouth. He knew this would happen, which is how he managed, (with great difficulty) to bite his tongue and remain at least somewhat calm. “Shut up... it seems I was the one given away, okay? I already feel like crap, but feel free to claw at the wounds a little more.”

[oromeo-blog1]

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Romeo’s lips twitched with a smile when Luke’s kisses brushed against his slender wrists and he knew his husband would feel the jump in his pulse, it was nigh on impossible not be aroused by every single thing that the older male was. Even more so when he arrived home dirty from work. The imagery conjured alone was enough to have Romeo straining against the mattress. “Fuck,” he uttered, the expletive falling easily from his lips as Luke removed his underwear then caressed over his pert ass cheeks. His skin still heated from the earlier punishment, tore a gasp from his lips when touched. He was sensitive, but he wanted more. It was impossible to explain, but he knew Luke understood exactly what he needed. What he craved and desired more than anything. Curling his fingers into the bed sheets, the lithe dancer pushed back towards his husband’s face when his ass cheeks parted and Luke’s slick, warm tongue slipped between them, swirling slowly around his tight pucker. “Oh God, baby...”

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[oromeo-blog1]

lukexbrooks:

Luke knew what he was looking for so didn’t take long for him to locate the itens and them bring them back. The mechanic grabbed a bottle of lube and a black blindfold along with a pair of ties. Smiling fondly as he saw that Romeo had followed his instructions, he went back and kissed him softly. “Lay down on your stomach, babe.“ The older male asked, waiting for Romeo to so before he let his hands wander and massage his husband’s inner thighs. Picking up the blindfold, he made a quick work of tying it on the dancer’s head. "Let me know if I’m tying it too tightly.”

The glimpse he caught of the items in his husband’s hand, sent his pulse soaring. The last time they’d played with those in bed, Luke hadn’t made it to work the next day and dancing was out of the realm of possibility for at least two for Romeo. Shivering with excitement, he met the kiss then rolled onto his belly, settling himself in the centre of their bed and closing his eyes. His senses heightened when he was forced to feel without the ability to touch or taste, usually sent him over the edge fairly quickly, but his recovery time was vastly lessened. “It’s not too tight,” he responded in a whisper, his hands stretching towards the headboard to make tying him up easier for Luke.

[oromeo-blog1]

lukexbrooks:

“Sounds good to me, babe.“ Luke groaned, not being able to resist the urge to place a soft kiss on the younger male’s lips. "Hold tight.” He whispered against Romeo’s lips, a smirk gracing his own as he placed his hands on the back of the dancer’s thighs and lifted his husband up. Being too impatient to wait the time it’d take for them to walk to the bedroom. Once there, he gently placed Romeo on the bed and crawled on top. “Pants off, now.” He commanded before leaving a trail of kisses from his husband’s neck to his shoulders. “Wait here, don’t touch yourself.” The mechanic ordered before moving away and getting up to grab a few tings from a box.

Leaning up into the kiss, Romeo slid both arms loosely around Luke’s neck, unwilling to let his husband move away just quite yet. Then he felt the others hands against the backs of his thighs and before he knew it, he was being hoisted in a fireman’s lift and carried to their bedroom. Laughing gleefully, the dancer wriggled in position and slapped both hands down against Luke’s ass, gripping then squeezing with a sound of approval. The noise escaping his lips cut off as Romeo’s back met the mattress of their King sized bed and he scrambled to comply, shoving at his pants, trying to rid his body of the garment as Luke’s lips left a heated trail of kisses along his skin, a flush of goosebumps rising in their wake. “Hurry up, baby,” he urged, his cheeks and neck flushed with arousal as he finally managed to divest his body of his pants, leaving his boxers on for his husband to strip off. 

[oromeo-blog1]

idgaf-wren:

Wren was just walking home when he spotted a familiar face standing in front of store window. It wasn’t until he moved closer that he realized Romeo was hurt. They didn’t know each other well but it was still surprising to see him like this. He didn’t seem like the type to get on people’s nerves, let alone the violent type. “Are you okay? Who fucked you up?” 

Romeo watched Wren approach in the reflection of the window and cut a quick glance the others way, his heart sinking in his chest with the question posed. He didn’t want to admit the truth, but what did he have to lose? Wren didn’t know him and might even be delighted to learn that Romeo had a twin. He seemed like a massive Kai fanboy anyway. Gritting his teeth with the memory of his meeting with Phoenix, Romeo scrubbed a hand across his cheek and a decidedly long scratch adoring his tan skin. “I’m okay... the wounds are courtesy of my brother. That I didn’t even know I had...”

[oromeo-blog1]

lukexbrooks:

Luke groaned as their hips collided, moving his hands to Romeo’s waist, fingertips digging into his husband’s skin. As he finally managed to undo all the buttons of the dancer’s shirt, the mechanic took if off. Hands exploring the familiar territory, feeling the muscles contract under his fingertips as he licked a recently formed hickey and sucked on his husband’s pulse point. Luke loved the way the younger male’s body reacted to his every touch, always so pliant and eager. A small chuckle escaped his lips as the dancer basically ripped his shirt open. “I’ve made you wait too long, it seems.” Leaning over, he kissed him softly before replying. “Hm, all I’m saying is that it’s not really a punishment. And since you’ve been so good and waited this long, I may be inclined to let you choose what you want as a reward before we move to that.”

Romeo arched his back, arms sliding behind himself to help with the removal of his shirt, and it wasn't a moment too soon, because he was really starting to heat up under the intensity of those piercing eyes and the firm press of Luke’s strong body to his own. It was the most reassuring weight he’d ever felt in his life, being pressed back into the wall with his husband’s calloused hands coasting across his body in such a commanding, yet gentle way. Romeo was in heaven. Perhaps he should misbehave more often. The thought brought a smile unbidden to his lips that quickly melted with a shaky inhale as Luke’s mouth found a sensitive spot on his neck before meeting his own. Inching up onto his toes, Romeo pushed into the kiss and slid his fingers into his husband’s hair, not bothering to remove Luke’s shirt much more than what he’d achieved so far. He was far too entranced by the warmth of the others lips over his. “I want...” his breath stuttered in his throat, dark eyes searching his husband’s while Romeo nipped gently on Luke’s lower lip. “I want you to do exactly what you want with me... then let me do the same to you...” 

[oromeo-blog1]

Staring at his reflection in the store window, a myriad of confusing emotions swirled in the pit of Romeo’s stomach, making his head spin. He felt nauseous. His entire life had been a lie. His parents weren’t who they claimed to be and his grandmother obviously deemed the information unimportant, because she never told him that he was adopted. And now Romeo knew the awful truth, all thanks to a chance meeting with a man who was identical to him. At first he didn’t want to believe it, but the sighting itself and the admission from his husband regarding his own encounter with someone who looked like Romeo convinced him of the truth. He had a twin. A complete and utter asshole of a man, but his twin all the same. With no idea what to do about the revelation, he stood frozen by the store window, fingers pressed to the glass as he stared through wet lashes and moistened eyes at his reflection. His lower lip bore the chaotic result of the encounter with his doppelgänger, split wide open and trickling blood down his chin, but Romeo ignored it and the swelling of his left eye as it tried to seal itself shut. He didn’t care about his wounds. He felt completely lost. 

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