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“If you touch me one more time I will smack you. Why are you laughing?”
“If you two don’t shut up we’ll be kicked out of here!” Nick nudged Matt, who was sitting in the middle, turned away and continued to look at the big screen.
“Exactly. Keep it quiet, Matt.”
Matt rolled his eyes. Halfway through the movie, he didn't even remember what the main characters looked like, not to mention a plot. And all because of Chris, who seemed to be unable to function properly if some part of his body was not touching Matt. And when Matt removed other’s hand, Chris began to constantly spin in the seat, which made it very difficult for other brothers to watch the movie.
It wasn't that Matt didn't like being touched by Chris, it was just that he really wanted to concentrate on the movie, but it seemed like it was too late.
Matt sighed. But at least Nick seemed to like the movie.
“Why can't you sit properly? Got a stick up your ass?” Matt whispered as he leaned over to Chris.
“Can’t keep my hands still. I ate all popcorn.” Chris raised his puppy eyes to the screen, and then looked at Matt. “I was trying to keep my hands busy but you didn’t let me.”
Matt couldn't bear that pleading look. Breaking eye contact, he reached out for Chris and took brother’s hand. Chris smiled and intertwined their fingers.
“Thank you.”
As expected, they spent the second half of the movie holding hands and playing with their fingers in silence.
But yes, Nick liked the movie.
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“Just admit you like my hands or whatever. You literally have no excuse to torture my fingers right now.”
“What? I don’t torture your fingers. Don’t pretend you don’t like it, Matty.”
Actually, Matt came to Chris' room to discuss ideas for their future videos, but they mysteriously ended up lying on the bed. Matt was lying on his back while Chris was lying on his side looking playfully at his brother.
“I don’t pretend. I don’t even say anything.” Matt smiled and closed his eyes. “If you don’t have any ideas I’ll go to bed.”
“You’re already on one.”
Chris moved close to Matt and buried his nose in his neck holding their interlaced hands between their bodies.
“I haven't taken a shower yet. Chris, let me go.” He tried to get out of the grip. “I smell like sweat.”
“I like your smell.”
Matt laughed and gave up trying to escape. He put his free arm around Chris’ waist and patted his back.
No, Matt loved Chris’ clinginess.