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(A/N): Kay guys, it has been so fucking long since I updated! The OLYMPICS were still on when I started this! *sighs wistfully* LOL!

Thanks for your reviews! Man. I have been practicing. Drabbles are getting easier. This is going to be kind of short, because I kinda forget where I was here, it takes me so long to update lol.

OKAY!!! And I have a picture here that makes you wonder about them. I mean, if they...er...do things to each other, hehe.

http://www.yestereve.com/paulmorgan.jpg

Click on it, if that doesn't work, just copy and paste it in the website line up there. But I assure you, it's HAWT!!!!

And it has not been tampered with, tee. It was actually in Vanity Fair magazine.

So anyway, despite the time, the early a.m., here I go! LOVE YOU GUYS!!!

Chapter Four: Desperation

Was he awake or wasn't he? It was hard to tell with the warm weight on his chest that he now recognized easily as Paul. Morgan groaned and rolled over, shoving his arm under the nearest pillow and settling down once again. Beside him, Paul sighed something into his back and snuggled closer. Despite himself, Morgan's eyes flickered open and he kissed his brother on the forehead.

"Hey," Paul murmured gently.

"Hey." Morgan twisted so they were facing each other and moved his lips obligingly against Paul's when he kissed him. "Sleep good?"

"Like never before," Paul replied, his eyes half-closed, his lips curved in a half-smile. "But I missed you, baby."

"Mmm, missed you too." Morgan wanted to grab hold of Paul and tell him how much he needed him, how he couldn't survive without him, but instead he just pressed his mouth to his twin's. This kiss was hungrier, fiercer, full of want and lust and flat-out love. "What's your surprise?"

"So soon?" Paul grinned and glanced at the clock. "It's only twelve. You gotta be kidding me."

"Nope." Morgan wriggled so their bodies were touching from hips down, and was rewarded with a low moan from the mouth on his neck. He smiled deviously and entwined their fingers. "Please?"

"Not yet." Paul pulled away and stretched luxuriously. "Soon, I promise. But we have to practice first, okay? Miles will kill us if we don't."

"Where is he, anyway?" Morgan asked. "Didn't he say he was going to come yesterday and stay till we left for Athens?"

"Thought so." Paul shrugged, shaking his head at their absentminded coach. "Oh well. We'll call him...later."

"Okay." Morgan leaned up for another kiss. "Love you."

"Love you too, baby." Paul smiled again and got out of bed. "I'm starved."

Morgan groaned from the bed.

"Sooner we eat, the sooner we practice, and the sooner we practice, the sooner you get your surprise." Paul winked mischievously and dissapeared out the door.

Morgan, grumbling, debated furiously with himself for a few minutes on whether or not to follow his brother. In the end, hunger won, and he tossed the covers away from his lower body and got his ass outta there.

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Breakfast was old news in about two minutes-for Morgan, anyway. He made sure the house was empty before he stood in front of Paul and shoved his hand down the front of his shorts.

It took Paul a minute to notice, but when he did, he groaned and let his forehead hit the table hard. "Baby, don't do this to me," he murmured.

"Too late." Morgan grinned at him and rubbed harder down his length. A slow moan ripped from his throat and he tipped his head back, wishing hard that it was Paul jacking him off. When he did it, it was masturbation. When Paul did it to him, it was like watching your mirror come to life and do it for you.

Paul growled, downed the rest of his breakfast, and tossed the bowl into the dishwasher. He grabbed Morgan's wrist, pulled his hand out, and yanked him along to the barn.

"I drive you crazy, don't I." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Morgan's lips, on Paul's neck, in his hair.

"Damn straight you drive me crazy, and if you don't quit, you're never going to get what you want." Paul smiled sideways at his identical twin, loving the control he had over him.

"I don't believe you. I'm too yummy," Morgan teased confidently as they reached their training spot.

"True." Paul began to stretch out his legs and Morgan joined him, falling gracefully into a middle split. His hand walked itself over to Paul's chest and he began to stroke slow circles on his brother's nipples.

There was silence for a while, Paul trying his hardest not to forget the whole you-have-to-wait-for-your-surprise thing and shove Morgan's face in his crotch, and then he turned his head to look at Morgan. "Morgan."

"Yeah?" Morgan's grin was lopsided.

Paul moaned. "You're breaking my concentration."

"Oh, but that's the idea, Paulie." Morgan sat up and yawned. "Horny yet?"

"Shut up," Paul said, not really meaning it. Morgan knew by the look on his face. He leaned over and kissed his twin, coaxing Paul's slightly swollen tongue into play again.

When they were done Paul didn't pull away, just leaned his forehead against Morgan's and closed his eyes, his breath shaking with every inhale. "Yes, okay?"

Morgan grinned. "I knew it."

Then, totally unexpectedly, Paul murmured softly, "Would you let me fuck you?"

HAHA!!!! Cliffhanger! Okay. Anyway. BED CALLS! Love ya, guys!!!