Mas Y Menos, Electric Shock

"Buenas noches, Más."

"Buenas noches, Menos."

Más cuddled into the blankets and leaned over to give his brother a kiss on the cheek. Menos accidentally turned his head and their lips brushed together ever-so-slightly. The action sent a spark between their lips, making both boys jump back immediately.

"L-lo siento.." (I-I'm sorry) Más mumbled, blushing furiously. "No quise." (I didn't mean to)

Menos lay there, eyes wide and cheeks pink. It was a more powerful magnetic reaction than when they held hands, and he couldn't help but wonder why. He sat up cautiously and leaned forward, so that he was nose-to-nose with his twin.

"Q-qué est–" (W-what are you–)

Before he could finish, Menos closed the gap and their lips met again. The electricity flowing between them sent shivers up their spines. Every movement caused friction that made sparks dance off their tongues, which were slowly finding their way into the other's mouth.

"M-menos..¿Por qué haces esto?" (M-menos..Why are you doing this?)

Menos weaved their fingers together and looked into his twin's eyes. They showed just as much fear and excitement as his own.

"Me gusta, Más. Se siente...bien." (I like it, Más. It feels...good)

Más's face turned red as a tomato. He liked it too, but he knew it was wrong, deep down. A heavy, gnawing feeling settled in his gut. It was so positively naughty, he felt as though he should be punished for thinking such thoughts. But there was nobody around, and only Menos would know. It was a secret that he was sure would never be told.

He grabbed Menos by the shoulders and kissed him again, his cheeks still hot from embarrassment. The static charge between their bodies was almost tangible. It seemed that their very bones pulled them towards one another, making it impossible for either to break contact, even for a moment. Being around the age of 12, the two boys were hardly experienced with kissing. This seemed like as good a time as any for some practice. Inwardly, they denied all moral and physical implications of the act, choosing instead to think of it as experimental. The twins were comfortable with each other–they ate, slept, bathed, and played together. The undying trust and unconditional love between the two made it that much easier to simply accept the feeling, no matter who was giving it. And as the brothers pulled away, there was not a hint of awkwardness in the air. The looks on their faces showed curiosity and childish wonder, as if they'd been poking a jellyfish on the beach. The slight blush on their faces wasn't out of embarrassment at all. It was amazement.

"Menos..¿Esta...bien..?" (Menos..Is this...okay?)

"Me da igual.." (I don't care..)

Más grinned knowingly. His twin was always the first to defend their actions. Menos leaned forward and pecked him on the lips one last time, savoring the brief shock that it drew from the other. They wrapped up in each other's arms and quickly fell asleep, more content than ever by the other's presence now that they knew they had nothing to fear.

That is, until they hit puberty.

~Fin