Desmond Molloy

May 19, 2006
Desmond swallowed heavily as he watched – via the full length mirror he stood in front of -- his brother adjust his bowtie. He’d never really mastered that art, but Jude made it look so easy. Desmond supposed that it came from so many award shows and CD release parties his jazz musician twin had to attend.

They were dressed identically in black tuxedos with crimson cummerbunds and the only distinguishing feature was the long bangs that flopped into Jude’s face. Desmond’s hair, while long in the front, was elegantly swept back and gelled to stay in place. The special occasion for which they were dressed was neither an award show nor a CD release party; it was Desmond’s wedding.

The bride, Laura Harden, had been Desmond’s girlfriend for nearly a year and a half, and he’d proposed six months ago. Jude had argued with him that it was too soon, but Des – ever the stubborn twin – had gone ahead and proposed anyway. Now, unfortunately, fifty nine minutes before he was supposed to walk down the aisle, Desmond Jones Molloy was wishing that he’d actually listened to his older brother.
( Jude could tell that his twin was nervous... )
[Jude is thatsamesadsong and is used with permission and love. Laura is a product of my imagination. No brides were harmed in the making of this fic.]

Des let out a contented sigh as he kissed along Michael's shoulder blades. Michael was lying on his stomach, head turned away from Des as he caught a quick, post-coital nap. It was a rare afternoon where both of them had been free, and they'd decided to take full advantage by falling into Michael's bed.

"This is very, very nice," Des mumbled against the curve of Michael's shoulder. "I love you, Michael."

"Love you too, Des," Michael muttered sleepily, shifting a little as the alarm clock on the nightstand began to beep.

Des frowned, watching his boyfriend reach out and shut off the alarm. "What's that for?" he asked curiously as Michael stretched and slid out of bed.

"It's time for my Treatment," Michael said simply as he reached for his boxers.
( Des blinked a little... )