Incoming Hellfire
Sep. 3rd, 2004 12:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
perpetual_motionYeah, so that promise to myself to only write one piece of Hammcest?
It's over.
I give you piece-the-second. Angst is in there.
For those of you who wish to ignore it, just pretend it's a post with fluffy bunnies as opposed to buff gymnasts.
Title: As it Should Be
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Olympics RPS
Pairing: Paul Hamm/Morgan Hamm [twincest]
Rating: PG
Summary: Paul, an unnamed girl, and Morgan.
Disclaimer: Jesus F. Christ, please don’t ever let them find out I did this. The lawyers bills alone would make me recant every last letter.
As it Should Be
By Perpetual Motion
When Paul meets her on campus, she seems like the perfect fit. She's smart and pretty and enjoys gymnastics. She gets that it's his passion and doesn't mind that he spends most of his free hours training. She understands that he's trying to be the best boyfriend he can while under the kind of pressure a guy has when training for the Olympics. The only thing that makes Paul a little uneasy is that she doesn't seem to get Morgan.
"I thought it was just going to be us."
"I said it was going to be a double-date. You thought it sounded fun."
She pulls a face that isn't attractive no matter how cute she thinks it makes her look. "But I didn't know we were doubling with *him*."
Paul feels his insides twist at the derogatory tone she uses on the last word. "What's so wrong with Morgan?"
She sighs with so much drama Paul is tempted to look for the spotlight and Oscar judges. "He's just so…" She touches Paul's arm and tries to look somewhat sad for having to say what she's about to. "He follows everything you do like he doesn't have a mind of his own."
Paul is suddenly so mad he can't see color. Everything is kind of fuzzy and gray. He wants to rip his arm away from her and tell her to go away. Morgan is his twin. Morgan is the other half of him. No one comes before Morgan. No one ever has. And he's not going to let her get away with claiming his twin is some sort of blind follower. "You don't know what you're talking about." He does pull his arm away, but it's with less dramatic flair than he would like. "Morgan's got a mind of his own. Just because we both do gymnastics doesn't mean he can't think for himself."
"It's not just the gymnastics." She's starting to look pissed. "You two can't go two hours without talking. It's ridiculous. I mean, he's your brother, and you talk to him more than you do to me."
"He's my *twin*."
"And I'm your *girlfriend*."
The rest of the statement is unspoken but clear. Paul is supposed to choose. He can have Morgan, or he can have this pretty but completely clueless creature who doesn't understand that a twin isn't a brother. He stands up and shakes his head. "You're not anymore." He turns around and walks off. He can hear her yelling behind him, but he ignores it and doesn't stop walking until he's back at the condo. He storms in the front door and doesn’t even notice that the screen door bounces and cracks off one of its hinges. He finds Morgan curled up on the couch in the living room with a book and plops down next to him. “When were you going to tell me that my girlfriend was an evil person?”
“I figured you’d find out for yourself.”
“And if I hadn’t?”
“I was going to club you over the head with that cast-iron skillet Mom sent.” Morgan closes his book and sets it aside. He looks over at Paul. “What happened?”
“It came down to you or her.” Paul is a little surprised when Morgan looks pained. “What is it?”
Morgan doesn’t try to sugarcoat what he needs to say. Paul will just get more pissed than he’s going to be. “You’ll have to choose over me eventually.”
“What?” Paul blinks a couple of times. “What are you talking about?”
Morgan wonders, not for the first time, why a lousy half hour makes him more of a grown-up than Paul sometimes. “You’ll meet a woman. You’ll fall in love, and you’ll choose her over me.”
“I wouldn’t ever do that.”
“You will.”
“Why would I *ever* do that?”
~Because it’s normal.~ Morgan doesn’t say it, but he sees the sudden comprehension on Paul’s face and knows he heard anyway. “Paul-“
“You-“ Paul cuts himself up and jumps up from the couch. He almost topples over the coffee table, but manages to right himself as only a gymnast can. “Asshole.” He storms out of the living room and slams his bedroom door as hard as he can.
Morgan briefly considers running in and apologizing. He decides he likes his head at the angle it’s at and stands up. He can’t sit still when he fights with Paul. He goes into the kitchen and starts making a mess that he hopes he can turn into dinner.
*
Paul fumes in his room for nearly an hour. It’s a rather bouncy fuming. He can’t sit still when he fights with Morgan, and he’s all over his room like a pinball. He tries to stretch to relax, but it doesn’t work. He finally gives up on staying in his room and throws on his running clothes. He comes out of his room at the same time Morgan comes down the hall from the kitchen. “I’m going running.” He waits for Morgan to request five minutes to change and go with him. Morgan just nods, instead.
“Okay.”
Paul feels something rip up inside him and knows by Morgan’s wince that he’s felt it, too. Suddenly, he doesn’t want to go for his run. “Morgan-“
"Don't."
He could just nod and maneuver around Morgan and go for his run. It would give them both a chance to finish cooling off. He can feel the nervousness radiating off Morgan and decides that it can't wait. He and Morgan are never nervous around each other. This whole situation is wrong. He puts a hand on Morgan's chest and backs him against the wall. He stares at him for a few seconds.
"Paul-"
He doesn't let Morgan finish. He just leans in and kisses Morgan until he stops squirming. When Morgan starts to respond, he pulls away. "I'm never going to choose over you. I don't care about normal."
Morgan shudders at the solid decision in Paul's voice and wills himself not to touch him. "I-" He cuts off when Paul leans in again, but he turns his head away. "This is-"
"Stop it."
"It's-"
"Morgan, just *stop*." Paul pulls back and gives Morgan room to breathe. "You told me you wanted to put some distance between us for awhile. I said okay, but now I'm tired of it. We're not supposed to have distance between us." He takes his hand off Morgan's chest and touches his face. "You're my twin."
"That's-"
"It's not the problem."
Morgan wants to disagree and tell Paul he's wrong. Of course it's the problem. They're twins. Twins. They'll be connected forever, but they're not supposed to be connected this way. "It's-"
"It's not wrong. Not for us." Paul takes a deep breath to steady himself. He sees Morgan take a breath at the same time. "It's part of us. I'm tired of pretending like it's not."
Morgan can’t come up with an argument that Paul will let him finish. He squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head back until it hits the wall. “We can’t.”
“Why *not*?”
“Because.” Morgan leaves it at that. He knows Paul will get the rest. Because they’re famous enough to be recognized. Because the Olympics are coming up. Because if any of their soon-to-be teammates ever find out, it’s not just their disgrace they’ll have to deal with. Because it’s too damned dangerous when their faces are going to be plastered over everything before to long. It has nothing to do with the fact that they’re twins. It’s all about neither of them getting into trouble. He almost smiles at that. Usually, it’s Paul trying to keep them out of trouble, not the other way around.
“I don’t *care*.”
“You *should*.”
“Why?”
“Because this could be your games.”
Paul shrugs off the statement as arbitrary. “What does that have to do with us?”
“Everything. If anyone figured-“
“No one will. No one ever has. We went through the last set of games just fine.”
“This is different.” Morgan presses his hand against the side of his neck. “Before, we weren’t as big as we are. You’re World Champion, Paul. Everyone’s going to be watching you. And I’m your twin. They’ll watch me just to make conversation.”
Paul curls his fingers over Morgan’s shoulders and gives him a small shake. “It doesn’t matter. They’ll all be too concentrated on watching us as twins to watch us as a couple of guys. No one will know.”
“Paul-“
“For fuck’s sake, Morgan, don’t make me beg.”
Morgan’s eyes close again. Paul has every cadence and tone that Morgan has, but the one he’s using now, low and desperate, and with just an edge of real pain, is the only one that ever really tears Morgan up. He sighs hard. “I need you.”
“I know. I need you.”
“It wasn’t ever supposed to be like *this*, though.”
Paul scoffs. “If that were true, it wouldn’t have happened.” He lets go of Morgan’s shoulders and lets him slide down the wall. He joins him a moment later and puts his head on Morgan’s arm. “Why do you fight it so much?”
“Because it’s *wrong*.” Morgan can’t resist dropping his head to rest his cheek against Paul’s hair. “I really hoped you would choose her over me someday. Just so I could know that you could.”
“I don’t *want* to.” Paul closes his eyes and concentrates on Morgan for a moment. He smiles and turns his head to kiss the smile into Morgan’s arm. “You don’t either. Not really.”
Morgan’s voice is somewhere between a whisper and a rasp. “No. Not really.” He finally gives up completely and slides down until he can put his head in Paul’s lap. “I’ve missed you.”
“I know.” Paul strokes Morgan’s temple. “You hated her, didn’t you?”
“She was all wrong for you.”
“She wasn’t you.”
“She didn’t like me.”
Paul doesn’t even bother to try and deny it. There’s no point; they’re back to how they should be. He can feel it. The part of him that thrums to Morgan like the only untuned key on a piano is at its perfect pitch again. For any other couple, this whole process would be long and drawn-out and hard to understand, but they’re twins, and they’ve always been able to skip step with each other. He pushes on Morgan’s shoulder until he can lean down and kiss him on the mouth. “Hi.”
Morgan smiles, and it doesn’t look pained. “Hi.” He sits up and his hand stays on Paul’s knee. “Are you going for your run?”
“Yeah.”
“Gimmie five minutes?”
Paul’s grin is nearly breaking his face. “Sure.”
It's over.
I give you piece-the-second. Angst is in there.
For those of you who wish to ignore it, just pretend it's a post with fluffy bunnies as opposed to buff gymnasts.
Title: As it Should Be
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Olympics RPS
Pairing: Paul Hamm/Morgan Hamm [twincest]
Rating: PG
Summary: Paul, an unnamed girl, and Morgan.
Disclaimer: Jesus F. Christ, please don’t ever let them find out I did this. The lawyers bills alone would make me recant every last letter.
As it Should Be
By Perpetual Motion
When Paul meets her on campus, she seems like the perfect fit. She's smart and pretty and enjoys gymnastics. She gets that it's his passion and doesn't mind that he spends most of his free hours training. She understands that he's trying to be the best boyfriend he can while under the kind of pressure a guy has when training for the Olympics. The only thing that makes Paul a little uneasy is that she doesn't seem to get Morgan.
"I thought it was just going to be us."
"I said it was going to be a double-date. You thought it sounded fun."
She pulls a face that isn't attractive no matter how cute she thinks it makes her look. "But I didn't know we were doubling with *him*."
Paul feels his insides twist at the derogatory tone she uses on the last word. "What's so wrong with Morgan?"
She sighs with so much drama Paul is tempted to look for the spotlight and Oscar judges. "He's just so…" She touches Paul's arm and tries to look somewhat sad for having to say what she's about to. "He follows everything you do like he doesn't have a mind of his own."
Paul is suddenly so mad he can't see color. Everything is kind of fuzzy and gray. He wants to rip his arm away from her and tell her to go away. Morgan is his twin. Morgan is the other half of him. No one comes before Morgan. No one ever has. And he's not going to let her get away with claiming his twin is some sort of blind follower. "You don't know what you're talking about." He does pull his arm away, but it's with less dramatic flair than he would like. "Morgan's got a mind of his own. Just because we both do gymnastics doesn't mean he can't think for himself."
"It's not just the gymnastics." She's starting to look pissed. "You two can't go two hours without talking. It's ridiculous. I mean, he's your brother, and you talk to him more than you do to me."
"He's my *twin*."
"And I'm your *girlfriend*."
The rest of the statement is unspoken but clear. Paul is supposed to choose. He can have Morgan, or he can have this pretty but completely clueless creature who doesn't understand that a twin isn't a brother. He stands up and shakes his head. "You're not anymore." He turns around and walks off. He can hear her yelling behind him, but he ignores it and doesn't stop walking until he's back at the condo. He storms in the front door and doesn’t even notice that the screen door bounces and cracks off one of its hinges. He finds Morgan curled up on the couch in the living room with a book and plops down next to him. “When were you going to tell me that my girlfriend was an evil person?”
“I figured you’d find out for yourself.”
“And if I hadn’t?”
“I was going to club you over the head with that cast-iron skillet Mom sent.” Morgan closes his book and sets it aside. He looks over at Paul. “What happened?”
“It came down to you or her.” Paul is a little surprised when Morgan looks pained. “What is it?”
Morgan doesn’t try to sugarcoat what he needs to say. Paul will just get more pissed than he’s going to be. “You’ll have to choose over me eventually.”
“What?” Paul blinks a couple of times. “What are you talking about?”
Morgan wonders, not for the first time, why a lousy half hour makes him more of a grown-up than Paul sometimes. “You’ll meet a woman. You’ll fall in love, and you’ll choose her over me.”
“I wouldn’t ever do that.”
“You will.”
“Why would I *ever* do that?”
~Because it’s normal.~ Morgan doesn’t say it, but he sees the sudden comprehension on Paul’s face and knows he heard anyway. “Paul-“
“You-“ Paul cuts himself up and jumps up from the couch. He almost topples over the coffee table, but manages to right himself as only a gymnast can. “Asshole.” He storms out of the living room and slams his bedroom door as hard as he can.
Morgan briefly considers running in and apologizing. He decides he likes his head at the angle it’s at and stands up. He can’t sit still when he fights with Paul. He goes into the kitchen and starts making a mess that he hopes he can turn into dinner.
*
Paul fumes in his room for nearly an hour. It’s a rather bouncy fuming. He can’t sit still when he fights with Morgan, and he’s all over his room like a pinball. He tries to stretch to relax, but it doesn’t work. He finally gives up on staying in his room and throws on his running clothes. He comes out of his room at the same time Morgan comes down the hall from the kitchen. “I’m going running.” He waits for Morgan to request five minutes to change and go with him. Morgan just nods, instead.
“Okay.”
Paul feels something rip up inside him and knows by Morgan’s wince that he’s felt it, too. Suddenly, he doesn’t want to go for his run. “Morgan-“
"Don't."
He could just nod and maneuver around Morgan and go for his run. It would give them both a chance to finish cooling off. He can feel the nervousness radiating off Morgan and decides that it can't wait. He and Morgan are never nervous around each other. This whole situation is wrong. He puts a hand on Morgan's chest and backs him against the wall. He stares at him for a few seconds.
"Paul-"
He doesn't let Morgan finish. He just leans in and kisses Morgan until he stops squirming. When Morgan starts to respond, he pulls away. "I'm never going to choose over you. I don't care about normal."
Morgan shudders at the solid decision in Paul's voice and wills himself not to touch him. "I-" He cuts off when Paul leans in again, but he turns his head away. "This is-"
"Stop it."
"It's-"
"Morgan, just *stop*." Paul pulls back and gives Morgan room to breathe. "You told me you wanted to put some distance between us for awhile. I said okay, but now I'm tired of it. We're not supposed to have distance between us." He takes his hand off Morgan's chest and touches his face. "You're my twin."
"That's-"
"It's not the problem."
Morgan wants to disagree and tell Paul he's wrong. Of course it's the problem. They're twins. Twins. They'll be connected forever, but they're not supposed to be connected this way. "It's-"
"It's not wrong. Not for us." Paul takes a deep breath to steady himself. He sees Morgan take a breath at the same time. "It's part of us. I'm tired of pretending like it's not."
Morgan can’t come up with an argument that Paul will let him finish. He squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head back until it hits the wall. “We can’t.”
“Why *not*?”
“Because.” Morgan leaves it at that. He knows Paul will get the rest. Because they’re famous enough to be recognized. Because the Olympics are coming up. Because if any of their soon-to-be teammates ever find out, it’s not just their disgrace they’ll have to deal with. Because it’s too damned dangerous when their faces are going to be plastered over everything before to long. It has nothing to do with the fact that they’re twins. It’s all about neither of them getting into trouble. He almost smiles at that. Usually, it’s Paul trying to keep them out of trouble, not the other way around.
“I don’t *care*.”
“You *should*.”
“Why?”
“Because this could be your games.”
Paul shrugs off the statement as arbitrary. “What does that have to do with us?”
“Everything. If anyone figured-“
“No one will. No one ever has. We went through the last set of games just fine.”
“This is different.” Morgan presses his hand against the side of his neck. “Before, we weren’t as big as we are. You’re World Champion, Paul. Everyone’s going to be watching you. And I’m your twin. They’ll watch me just to make conversation.”
Paul curls his fingers over Morgan’s shoulders and gives him a small shake. “It doesn’t matter. They’ll all be too concentrated on watching us as twins to watch us as a couple of guys. No one will know.”
“Paul-“
“For fuck’s sake, Morgan, don’t make me beg.”
Morgan’s eyes close again. Paul has every cadence and tone that Morgan has, but the one he’s using now, low and desperate, and with just an edge of real pain, is the only one that ever really tears Morgan up. He sighs hard. “I need you.”
“I know. I need you.”
“It wasn’t ever supposed to be like *this*, though.”
Paul scoffs. “If that were true, it wouldn’t have happened.” He lets go of Morgan’s shoulders and lets him slide down the wall. He joins him a moment later and puts his head on Morgan’s arm. “Why do you fight it so much?”
“Because it’s *wrong*.” Morgan can’t resist dropping his head to rest his cheek against Paul’s hair. “I really hoped you would choose her over me someday. Just so I could know that you could.”
“I don’t *want* to.” Paul closes his eyes and concentrates on Morgan for a moment. He smiles and turns his head to kiss the smile into Morgan’s arm. “You don’t either. Not really.”
Morgan’s voice is somewhere between a whisper and a rasp. “No. Not really.” He finally gives up completely and slides down until he can put his head in Paul’s lap. “I’ve missed you.”
“I know.” Paul strokes Morgan’s temple. “You hated her, didn’t you?”
“She was all wrong for you.”
“She wasn’t you.”
“She didn’t like me.”
Paul doesn’t even bother to try and deny it. There’s no point; they’re back to how they should be. He can feel it. The part of him that thrums to Morgan like the only untuned key on a piano is at its perfect pitch again. For any other couple, this whole process would be long and drawn-out and hard to understand, but they’re twins, and they’ve always been able to skip step with each other. He pushes on Morgan’s shoulder until he can lean down and kiss him on the mouth. “Hi.”
Morgan smiles, and it doesn’t look pained. “Hi.” He sits up and his hand stays on Paul’s knee. “Are you going for your run?”
“Yeah.”
“Gimmie five minutes?”
Paul’s grin is nearly breaking his face. “Sure.”
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on 2004-09-02 11:21 pm (UTC)The other one was good, but I like this one even better. It's so sweet. I guess I'll see you in hell, then. :)
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on 2004-09-03 12:09 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-09-03 07:12 am (UTC)And...dude. What's happening to us?!?
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on 2004-09-03 09:49 am (UTC)I lurve you.
No, wait, that's not right. Lemme get extra fan-girly.
I <3 you. Whee!
And I don't know what's happening, but we're in it together, right?
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on 2004-09-03 06:23 pm (UTC)