With the pregnancy, and her general state of being, Ewan had spent very little time with his twin sister in nothing more than a sibling way. She wasn't up for staying at Sam's while she housed "The Spawn of Muffin the Mule" (so claimed their father) in her womb. She wasn't exactly acting like a pregnant woman much anyway. Ewan tried to place the image of his pregnant sister to that of Jung. The man just generally disliked the idea of carrying a child. At least Weds was at ease with the whole situation. Ewan had tried his best to try and involve himself, but Taylor was scary sometimes. He could probably kill someone with those tools of his. And those chickens of his. Damn creepy things.
He'd spent the entire day with his sister; the two of them just reminiscing about all the things that they had done growing up, and their early memories of their parents and the rest of their family. She talked about the things she did while on her own in France, and the things she got up to on a day to day basis. The twins shared stories. Ewan mentioned how things were with Sam, and how he didn't quite know where their relationship stood - or where it was going. He liked Sam - a lot - but because of some of the stupid things he had done, he didn't quite know where things would lead.
Saying his goodbye to his sister after walking her back to her own apartment, he headed back to the place he called home. He was exceptionally thankful to Sam for all that he had done. A job, a home, and friendship. He passed Ambriel and Cassiel on his way. The two were trying to (drunkenly) teach a dog how to bark the Bohemian Rhapsody. Waving at them as he went on his way, Ewan checked on the garage, thinking Sam would still be up meddling with something on one of his bikes or something. Someone had brought in a car in dire need of repair, and it was Ewan's current 'project'. Since it was Sam's shop, as the owner he would probably work on it in some way. Not that Ewan minded.
But the lights were all off.
Presuming Sam had gone to bed, Ewan let himself in as quietly as he could. Hanging up his coat, he noticed that it wasn't as quiet as he first thought. Paused, with his fingers brushing the fabric of his coat Ewan was certain he could hear moaning coming from the other room. It was distinctly female, and there was no mistaking what form of moaning she was doing. Jealously prickled at the back of his neck as Ewan tried to process just what could be happening. Did he really want to go barging in there and confront Sam? He'd made it clear he wanted space - Ewan had no clue it was so he could invite some bimbo over.
Reaching the doorway, eyes adjusted to the lighting that came from only the television set in front of the sofa. He could see the shape of Sam sitting on the sofa; even hear his moans in the air, just slightly audible from the sounds of - the television.
Sam was watching porn?
He recognised the channel. He'd been sitting in the arm chair with Winston on his lap and the angels on the couch. Ambriel was complaining there was nothing on to watched, and - with Ewan acting as translator - Winston suggested they order some of the porn channels.
Ewan had then discovered that Ambriel shouldn't commentate pornography - with Cassiel providing a beat-box backup soundtrack.
Leaning against the door frame, keeping himself hidden from sight in the darkness, Ewan watched as Sam 'took care of himself'. Biting on the corner of his lip, Ewan clasped his hands behind his back to keep himself from doing anything that might lead to him being caught. He could feel the pressure against the inside of his jeans. The man and woman on the screen were highly erotic, but they paled in comparison to the man on the couch. Sam was a very reserved person. Ewan couldn't fault him though. He believed he was completely alone in his own home. Sam had every right to sit and watch porn and masturbate to it.
With teeth holding the edge of his bottom lip, Ewan grinned as Sam's breathing got heavier and his moans much deeper. Head tilted against the back of the sofa, and Ewan pulled further into the shadows, even though Sam wouldn't notice him. While on the T.V. the woman panted and the man grunted, Ewan listened only to the sounds the older male was making. He was close, and it was even sending tingles over Ewan's entire body.
"Aaahhh...Ewan..."
At first, Ewan panicked that he'd been caught 'perving' on Sam. The male, however, was still looking away. He hadn't been caught watching the amazingly sexy sight of Sam jerking himself off. Remaining hidden while Sam cleaned up and made certain it wasn't obvious what he'd been up to, Ewan waited until the television had been switched off and Sam had gone to bed before slipping out of his hiding place.
Following Sam to bed, instead of heading for his own room, Ewan pushed open the door to Sam's bedroom. It was dark, and it was obvious by the way the light from the window fell across the bed that Sam had already climbed in. Padding softly over to the bed, the younger male crawled on the mattress up to him, leaning his head down where his lips brushed the shell of Sam's ear.
"Guess what I saw you doing when you thought you were alone?"
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