Something was missing. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something felt out of place. Turning onto his side, Thorn sighed, frustrated. It was nearly impossible to get to sleep for him, but he could never figure out why. All he knew was he was restless and that sleep once more evaded him.Zorn, just inches away in the soft, plush bed, felt similarly to his brother. Morpheus seemed to despise the harlequin pair. Grunting, the blue haired joker turned over, facing Thorn.
"Sleep does not come for us," Zorn groaned, lifting a pale hand to tuck the rose pink hair of his brother's behind his ear. Thorn frowned.
"Come for us, sleep does not," Thorn repeated, as best as he could. He frowned, remnants of the pale pink makeup he used during the waking hours still stained his full lips. "Do what, can we?" Thorn asked sadly, cuddling his face into the plump cotton pillow. Zorn shrugged, turning onto his back. Thorn smiled softly, shifting to snuggle up next to his brother, laying his head on his chest, his pink hair soft against the pale, sensitive skin.
Thorn turned his head up, looking up into the bright blue eyes of Zorn. He felt an urge to be closer to his brother, but he didn't know how. The loss of what to do both angered and saddened him. Zorn was confused seeing the perplexed look in Thorn's dark rose orbs.
"What is the matter, dear brother?" Zorn asked, running his fingers soothingly through the pale pink strands of Thorn's hair. Thorn closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.
"Brother dear," Thorn breathed. "The matter is lost is how I feel. Missing for me something is." Thorn's delicate pink eyebrows knit in a scowl. Zorn frowned, sighing.
"Something seems to be missing for me as well." Zorn said, laying his hand on his brother's shoulder. Thorn frowned, his breathing labored. Zorn knew that meant a storm of tears was brewing in his brother's heart, and if he did not do something quick, the salt tears would bubble to Thorn's lovely eyes.
Near white fingers tickled up Thorn's neck, tilting his face further up. Zorn's blue stained lips brushed against Thorn's, breathing in the scent of his brother's sweet breath. Thorn slid one hand from beneath the thick quilt up Zorn's side to his shoulder, pushing into the kiss, the urge to become closer again becoming desperate. Zorn could feel Thorn's desperation and gripped him hard, sliding his tongue against his brother's pale pink lips, tasting the tangy stain of makeup.
"Zorn..." Thorn moaned, throwing one leg over Zorn's thighs. Zorn bucked against Thorn's leg with his hips, urging him to move. Understanding the not-so-subtle hint, Thorn shifted, positioning himself in a sitting position on his blue haired brother's stomach.
"Thorn, I need you," Zorn grit through his teeth, his hands going to his brother's hips, shoving him backwards towards his groin. Thorn bit his lip, lifting his nightshirt out of the way, fitting himself against Zorn's crotch, kneeling over him.
"Need you as well, I do," Thorn whimpered, searching deeply into Zorn's eyes for the twin feeling of desperation he felt overwhelm him. Zorn's lust darkened blue gaze seemed desperate, but it was difficult for Thorn to discern if it was the same. Shaking the childish desire from his mind, Thorn reached beneath him to find his brother's arousal. He wrapped his fingers around it, pumping him. Zorn groaned, bucking into Thorn's dainty hand.
"Thorn," Zorn grunted, his grip tightening on his brother's hips. "Now. Come on, move!" Zorn shouted, shoving Thorn onto him roughly. Thorn gasped, pained, as he felt his brother forcefully enter him. His eyes widened at the shock, but an awesome feeling of completion washed over him and he soon began a rhythm, albeit a rocky one at first. Zorn tilted his head back into the pillow, his fingernails digging into Thorn's hip.
Thorn rode his blue haired brother, leaning forward so he could brace himself with his hands on Zorn's chest. Precum from Thorn's bobbing erection was soaking a spot on the front of his nightshirt. Zorn quickly moved one hand from Thorn's hips to his straining cock, teasing his fingers around the tip. Thorn gasped loudly, his head flung back. He began to quicken his pace atop his brother, eager for release but dreading the inevitable separation when the two jesters finish.
"Oh, Thorn!" Zorn inhaled sharply, squeezing Thorn's erection hard, his climax coming on fast. Thorn grit his teeth together, one of his hands joining his brother's on his own cock. The pair pumped Thorn fast as Zorn came, choking out an unintelligible version of his pink haired brother's name.
"Zorn!" Thorn gasped, coming soon after Zorn, clenching around his brother. Zorn wrapped his hand around Thorn's tip, catching whatever of Thorn's essence he could. It felt strange, but comforting, to feel Thorn release in his hand. Zorn slowly removed his sticky hand from around Thorn's softening arousal, looking at the mess there. Thorn watched sleepily, interested in his brother's intent gaze on his own hand.
"Something wrong, is there?" Thorn asked lightly, leaning down to kiss Zorn. Zorn smiled, shaking his head, helping Thorn move up and off of him. He simultaneously wiped his hand off on and removed the soiled nightshirt Thorn had been wearing, tossing it over the side of their bed.
"There is nothing wrong, dear brother," Zorn said, dragging Thorn back on top of him, kissing him briefly. He pushed Thorn back after a few moments, looking deep into his eyes. "Do you feel better, more complete, now?" He asked. Thorn blinked, surprised that Zorn understood what he had been feeling.
"Feel better, yes." Thorn smiled dreamily, snuggling against Zorn's sweaty chest. Zorn returned to stroking his brother's pale rose hair, his breathing evening out. Thorn listened to Zorn's heartbeat, and the soothing motion of the smoothing of his hair and the steady sound of his dear brother's heart helped the troubled jester find peace, and sleep.
The End
