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Mylo smiled to himself as he drew a big fuck you on the billboard. Wait until everyone got a load of this. Those enforcers would be so pissed. His smile widened. He moved his paintbrush up, over, down, making one knuckle.
Vi was posted on the next building over, keeping an eye out for enforcers.
Claggor stood beside Mylo, leaning against the billboard. “We should have brought Powder. Your art skills suck,” he commented.
Powder’s art skills were better than Mylo’s but that was because she drew on everything. You could always tell when Powder had been somewhere because there were drawings in that distinctive style of hers. Not that Mylo was going to admit that out loud. Especially not with Powder nearby.
Mylo drew the second knuckle. “You really want the baby jinx along? She’d find some way to ruin this for sure.” He dipped his paintbrush into the bucket of red paint and drew the raised middle finger.
Claggor hummed. He didn’t talk bad about Powder when Vi was anywhere near them, usually letting his silence speak for him.
Mylo drew the next two knuckles in quick succession. “And it’s done.” He stepped back to admire his work...and tripped over the paint bucket. Mylo fell backward into the open air.
Before Mylo could really fall, before he could really feel the fear of freefalling, Claggor’s large fist closed around his wrist. Claggor pulled Mylo up...and slipped in the spilled paint.
They both went down, Claggor landing on Mylo. Claggor’s bulk knocked the air out of Mylo’s lungs. At least they were still on the catwalk and hadn’t fallen a hundred feet to the concrete below. Except now Mylo had paint on his ass and Claggor’s hands were red with it.
Claggor made a face. “Powder must be rubbing off on you, Mylo,” he said, a twinkle in his eyes and a smirk on his face.
“You slipped too,” Mylo protested. His face was hot with a blush, and probably as red as the paint he was lying in. He put a hand to Claggor’s chest. “Let me up, Clag.”
Claggor got to his feet. The worst of the paint was on his hands, the rest of him having otherwise been spared.
Mylo got up and twisted around to look at his ass. Yeah, it was red and wet with paint. Ugh. Vander wasn’t going to be happy that Mylo had ruined yet another set of clothes. Maybe the pants weren’t beyond saving, though. Vander would know how to save them. He looked at Claggor and offered him a grateful smile. “Thanks. You know, for not letting me fall.”
Claggor smiled back. “That’s what...what we do.” His smile faded somewhat. Neither of them was quite sure how to define their relationship. Everyone called them Vander’s kids, and they were, like he was their dad, but neither of them felt like…siblings. Life was so confusing. Feelings were so confusing.
Mylo wanted to separate them from being siblings as much as possible. Just thinking of Claggor as his adopted brother made his skin prickle uncomfortably. So he glanced around to make sure that Vi wasn’t looking. Then he leaned forward and kissed Claggor.
Claggor kissed Mylo back with enthusiasm. He titled his head and slid his tongue across Mylo’s lips. His mouth tasted like the sweet candy Mylo had stolen for him earlier in the day.
Kissing Claggor was exciting. It felt dangerous, thrilling, like pure ecstasy. It made Mylo melt with warmth, made him feel like he could fly, made his cock unbelievably hard.
Claggor maneuvered them so that Mylo’s shoulders pressed against the billboard. He boxed Mylo in, one red hand planted firmly against the billboard. It would leave a mark. It wasn’t supposed to be there, wasn’t part of Mylo’s artwork.
Mylo didn’t give a single fuck. He didn’t even care if he was smearing the paint on his big fuck you to everyone who looked at the billboard. Mylo liked being pressed against Claggor’s bulk, liked the feeling of fat over muscle, liked knowing that Claggor could snap him in half like a toothpick but chose not to. He whimpered, a small sound that stayed between the two of them.
Claggor dropped his hands to Mylo’s ass and squeezed. He pulled Mylo’s hips to him so that Mylo could feel his erection. Claggor’s breath caught at the pressure.
It made a wave of heat wash through Mylo. He wrapped both arms around Claggor’s neck and kissed him hotly, pouring his want and feelings into the kiss.
“Mylo, you done yet?” Vi’s voice came from a bit of a distance. She sounded irritated. “I don’t want to leave Powder for too long.”
Mylo didn’t want to but he had to turn his face away to say, “Give me a second. I’m almost done.”
Claggor groaned with disappointment, the sound too low for Vi to hear. He squeezed Mylo’s ass one more time before stepping back. His face was flushed.
Mylo wanted to pull Claggor back to him, continue their makeout session. But he heard Vi’s footsteps. She was such a cockblock. They all were, really. Mylo hated having to steal moments alone with Claggor. Maybe one day they could tell the rest of the family…
Vi appeared above them a moment later. She walked delicately along the length of the top of the billboard. Her eyes locked onto Mylo. “What did you do?”
“Mylo tripped over the paint bucket,” Claggor said helpfully, throwing Mylo under the bus.
Mylo shot him a look. He peeled himself from the billboard and picked up the paintbrush and can. There was no reason that he couldn’t use what was left later.
When Vi saw the paint on his ass, she laughed. “Good going,” she said with a roll of her eyes. She was still smiling. “Let’s go home, boys.”