triplet fangst
“I love my brothers. Don’t get me wrong. It’s just…frustrating” Bradley trailed off as he flopped down on his bed. He’d just come back from a weekend with his family, which always put him in a mood. Most of Hallman knew to stay out of his way Sunday nights. Julian, though, wasn’t most of Hallman.
Julian got up from Bradley’s desk, and went to sit next to him on the bed. He wrapped his arm around Bradley’s shoulder, pulling his boyfriend down into his lap so he could card his fingers through the blonde’s hair.
Bradley closed his eyes, a quick flicker of a smile crossing his face, before looking up at Julian with uncharacteristicly open eyes. “The thing about being a triplet,” he breathed out as Julian continued gently stroking him, “is that it’s all so confusing. One minute you’re exactly the same as two other people in the world, and no one,” Bradley paused to swallow, “no one can tell you apart. And the next, you’re, somehow, this…this baby who’s always in your brothers’ shadows; who has never done anything on his own…I never get to be,..well…me” he finished, looking up at Julian; pleading with him to understand him—him, Bradley Morrigan, not Leon, not Cas, not the Morrigan triplets, but Bradley.
“You’ll always be first to me, you know,” Julian whispered as he leaned over to kiss Bradley lightly, before continuing with a smirk “…and not just because your name starts with “B”.”
