"Gift basket?" A thick ginger eyebrow roses in query, if not a little incredulously over such a typical...stephford neighbourly statement. By the genuine tone that the newly introduced Brandon used, he wasn't kidding. Joshua hoped that wasn't a common neighbourhood practice, as he really didn't want to wake up tomorrow to find a heap of plastic wrapped baskets stuffed full of sickly perfumed body products and overpriced organic fruit he'd have to try finding use for. Not to mention he wasn't keen on the idea of having his doorbell ringing every hour on the hour to be bombarded with sparkling white teeth from smiles pulled much too wide. The publisher preferred to keep his personal life private, and a bunch of nosy neighbours wouldn't be welcomed on his stoop.<br/><br/>Though Brandon and his twin, on the other hand, were starting to become the exception.<br/><br/>Used to introductions this kind, his hand instinctively went forward and gave the twin a firm, confident handshake. Clearly this man was one who dealt with business ventures often by the way he displayed his etiquette; the ends of his fingers placed themselves on the back of Brandon's hand, not his wrist, a sign that they were not closely familiar. The hold was solid and unyielding, but for longer than politely necessary. That was where the red head begun to show some faltering in his strict business countenance. A detail he failed to notice at this time.<br/><br/>Not only were the new neighbour's arms well toned and rippled when they moved, his fingers left little to the imagination on what kind of grip they could display. Joshua was mighty proud of this fact, had always been, though his ex-wife had complained about it later on in their relationship. Too rough around the edges. Too cold. Even when he had let himself go in the throws of passion, one thing or another was criticized. When handled too gently, he wasn't being assertive enough. There had been no pleasing that woman, even when he doted on her needs.<br/>In the end, they simply hadn't been compatible. She couldn't fulfill certain desires of his, so instead of attempting a lacklustre fuck, he preferred late hours in the office. Clients and paperwork had been much preferable to the ever dividing relationship that was sinking fast. The least the bitch could have done was break it off before she used their shared bed in an affair.<br/><br/>Brandon though, Brandon was something else. Joshua had never made any denial that he enjoyed both the male and the female form, though his tastes wavered on the spectrum depending on the specimen. At this moment, it was of a very masculine physique he craved, put off of soft curvatures for a long while. The urge was there to touch all over that smooth twenty-year-old, to see how soft his skin was. It looked well cared for, along with his body. The droplets of water glistened in the sunlight, adding a teasing sheen across his chest and legs that forced Josh to swallow nervously. He really tried to keep his eyes front and centre, truly he did, but like a moth to the flame they dared a glance lower, and lower, and lower still. The colour of his complexion indicated some of the lad's preferred activities, most definitely involving some sports of some kind. The question begged to be tumbled out of his lips, but with a firm bite to his lower lip he forced himself to silence. Still his blue eyes traveled down.<br/><br/>Really, those shorts must be a size too small for those succulent hips. One thing was sure; the distant view last night had done neither twin justice. Would his brother look this fine? Would there be any differences between their identical figures? Some twins had subtle disparities, and the more Joshua was around one half, he became more curious about the other. What would having them side by side be like?<br/><br/>Cursing internally, he had to close his eyes and take in a deep breath. What was wrong with him? He wasn't a hormonal driven teenager anymore, he shouldn't be lusting after people he had just met. How could this even be counted as a first meeting, when he had seen them through the window and it was very likely he had been spotted back, even if not fully. He wasn't sure how he confirmed this fact, but he simply knew. The way Brandon had taunted him with his movements over the car were no coincidence.<br/><br/>Or was he simply forcing his desires in a situation that in reality wasn't there?<br/><br/>It was with that deduction that made him open his eyes again, finally speaking. "Mr. McGillian, yes. First name's Joshua." which, while he wanted to say was perfectly acceptable for Brandon to use, he stopped himself. Sighing, the taller man released the dark blond's hand, though slowly with great reluctance. Forcing himself to behave, he let the culprit fall to his side while his other hand rest on his hip, forgetting that such an action tilted it nonchalantly forward. In this moment he regretting wearing his sweatpants outdoors, despite only intending to go fetch his paper.<br/><br/>Yet the musing brought a small knowing smile to Joshua's lips, the top of one side twitching in the smirk as if trying to force himself to play aloof. What a suggestive little prick, and very forward. On the outside he might look stern and domineering, and while that could transfer over into a fun play session behind closed doors, really he liked when a bottom wanted it. Knew how to tease to get it. Bck in his college days he had tailed guys who played much of the same tricks, and it seemed the rules hadn't changed. It made him want to grab that rounded set of mounds and squeeze, pick him up and show him his technique all right.<br/><br/>But there was a promise there, a promise for not just one interested party, but possibly two. It did give the business owner pause, for surely they can't both be interested in a singular person, could they? Most people, with the exception of polyamorists, didn't seek out a third unless it was for a one night stand threesome. And while that set wasn't exactly off the table, there was a reluctance to return to hook-ups right off the bat at his fresh new start. Wasn't this the kind of atmosphere he wanted to get away from?<br/><br/>Conflicted, Joshua took a step back to put some distance between them. Best to play it safe. Who knew if these new acquaintances already recognized his name, and wanted to cozy up to some high end businessman? The last thing he wanted was to add more salt to the wound.<br/><br/>"I can show you the brand I use, though it's better because you use less energy for the same kind of finish. I'm sure your technique is very...fine. You've probably been doing this for a while, right? Can't be the first time you shinned a baby like that." There was a small laugh in his tone, finally able to compose himself. Maybe he passed the test after all.<br/><br/>"I really should be getting back to unpacking. And getting dressed, for that matter." at least the ginger was straightforward in knowing he was far from presentable in this moment. He should also really get that basement work out area set up today, maybe some vigorous exercise could help relief all this energy and tension he was feeling.<br/><br/><i>Maybe Brandon would like to come over and do squats on your-<br/>
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Shut up, cock brain.<br/>
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Gymnastics in bed?<br/>
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Enough. Jesus fucking christ.<br/>
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No, twins fucking ginger.<br/>
</i><br/>He mentally groaned, disgusted with himself.<br/><br/>Knowing the unlikeliness that his trail of thought would improve, it was best to now leave the situation that was causing them. Yet before he could do so, he had to stick his foot in his mouth. "But I really do need to wax my own car after the move, so if you're not put off by a house full of cardboard, stop by. I have a lot of interesting...tools. Maybe that might interest your brother too. Can't say I'll be that great a host though, haven't gone grocery shopping yet. I suspect though, that won't be a problem....or getting to know you both a bit better, yes?"<br/><br/>Joshua froze, realizing he said his last phrase out loud for Brandon to hear as plain as day. Those blue eyes widened, knowing he crossed the line from the get go and heavily suggested the promise of wanting more. How could he betray his inner thoughts so easily? He was usually the collected one in his circle of peers.<br/><br/>Without wasting another minute for Brandon to call the cops on him for soliciting, he turned on his heel and all but marched back into his house without another word, the front door firmly shutting behind him. His breathing was heavy in apprehension, making his chest rise and fall without being able to calm it. He ran a hand through his locks, wiping the sweat from his brow in the process.<br/><br/>Only one day moved in, and now he had to worry over the possible future of moving just as quickly out.