"Hey, Shannon I'm making breakfast!" The younger brother yelled from downstairs in the kitchen, standing in front of the stove happily scrambling some tofu. The silence he got in response was a bit of a surprise; the elder Leto always appeared in the kitchen mere moments after he announced anything to do with food. "Shannon?" Jared called again, this time more with more concern. He turned off the burner before wiping his hands on a nearby towel and making his way up the staircase. "Shan?" The cerulean-eyed brother questioned softly, reaching the top of the stairs.
The brothers alternated sleeping in each other's beds whenever they felt it necessary; which translated into every night. The Letos spent a beautifully sleepless night whispering sweet nothing's to the other, reveling in the touch of calloused fingertips against toned stomachs, exchanging giggles as their breaths mingled, pressing loving kisses to any stretch of skin their eyes landed on. It was nothing short of perfect. The