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Who: Jaime and Justin
Where: Jaime's office
Warnings: always.

At least this time, Jaime's problems are business-related. He sat in his office, trying to unravel the Gordian fucking knot that was these papers. Ashara was...somewhere, the kids were out with Tyrion, and Justin was...also somewhere. Jaime didn't really know. He sighed and sat back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck as he picked up his beer. He couldn't deal with this shit without alcohol.

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"Do you know how hard it is to get work done when Mya's in this house? Or Eric?" Mya was, of course, daddy's princess, and Eric was just incapable of doing anything without asking someone else to make the decision for him. Jaime sat there, though, letting his brother undress him. He wore a white wifebeater as an undershirt, though, so unbuttoning the shirt wasn't going to avail him of all that much. "Relaxing is what the beer is for."

"...Well if you want me to leave." Justin straightened, hands dropping back to his sides before he moved back, angling to walk around the desk for the door. "I'm sure the work will keep you fine company then. At least until Tyrion brings your kids back or your lovely wife comes home."

Jaime couldn't let him go, though, not after that. So his hand flew out, catching Justin's wrist easily as he passed. "Wait," he murmured. He was never going to admit he wanted his brother to stay, never admit he wanted the distraction, so he just stood up, invading Justin's personal space easily. His free hand came up to slid into his hair as Jaime kissed him firmly, tugging him closer by the wrist.

Justin slid into the kiss easily, his lips parting, mouth welcoming his brother's kiss as he pressed himself up against his slightly taller twin. Hands slid up over the fabric covering well-muscled shoulders and there was a smile on his lips when he drew back.

"That's more like it, asshole." The words were tinged with a hint of affection though, his hands sliding down over Jaime's back for a moment.

"Shut up, dick." Jaime kissed him again to shut him up, turning and backing him up towards the couch in the corner. The hand that had grabbed his wrist slid around his waist as they lumbered over, keeping him close and trying not to trip or anything. It wasn't that hard, even with the slight height difference (thank you, calcium supplements) they moved the same way.

A quiet amused sound escaped into the kiss and Justin dropped back onto the couch, pulling Jaime down with him, their bodies lining up easily as they settled on the couch. His hands moved then, pushing the dress shirt from his brother's shoulders, before tugging at the undershirt.

"Anyone ever tell you, you wear too many clothes?" The observation was casual and Justin bucked up against him, grinding into his brother.

"We can't all be sluts like you," Jaime answered, stripping off the undershirt and biting his lip as he arched down, grinding against Justin in turn. That was actually a total lie, Jaime was the clear slut here, but whatever, he was allowed to say whatever he wanted when he was turned on. "Have a little patience," he whispered, giving a breathless grin as his hands slid up under Justin's shirt, tugging it up.

"Sorry, who's the slut here, again?" Justin lifted his upper body, pulling his own shirt off before he let himself rest on the couch again, hands sliding over Jaime's shoulders. "I only spread my legs for you, asshole, get your facts straight."

Patience was the last thing on his mind though, as his hands slid down Jaime's back, feeling the play of muscle under his skin.

Jaime bit his lip at that and started trying to get Justin's jeans open, because yeah, Jaime knew that Justin wasn't doing this with anyone else and he liked it as much as he felt guilty about it. He put it from his mind, dragging his brother's jeans off him and pushing at him, trying to make him lay on his stomach (whether he'd go with it, Jaime never really knew).

Justin lifted his hips, making it easier for Jaime to remove the clothing before he flipped them over, looking down at the almost identical face with a faint smile curving his lips. "My turn, don't you think?" The words were quiet, his fingers sliding up over Jaime's chest as he straddled his twin.

Jaime bit his lip at Justin on top of him and started on his own belt, because they weren't getting anything done until Jaime was naked too. "Are you giving me a choice?"

"Do you really want me to give you a choice, Jaime?" The question was quiet, Justin lifting himself to make it easier for the other man to remove his pants. He ended up standing, half leaning over the other man, taking a moment to extract a tube from his own pants pockets. He uncapped it a moment later, squeezing some of the liquid onto his fingers before he shifted his position slightly.

Fingers pressed into him, first one to ease the way before he added a second once he knew he could handle it, his gaze locked on Jaime's face, teeth digging into his lower lip for a moment at the brief discomfort.

"Yes," he said, suspecting it was pointless. He watched Justin's face while he prepared himself, the way he bit his lip and the way he looked. Jaime slid a hand up Justin's chest, just touching him, wanting to feel skin.

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