Awkward Pictures for Twinsies (Josh)

The cab ride back home seemed far longer than it actually was, perhaps because Josh was anticipating shenanigans. Alcohol tended to fuel terrible ideas in him, ideas he would never have the testicular fortitude (or lack of judgment) necessary to go through with when he was sober.

This was one of those ideas.

The pair stumbled up the drive and into the front door. Josh mumbled a hello to Mopsy while he searched the living room for his laptop (he'd left it on the end table, but he'd forgotten that), dropping onto the sofa with it once he'd managed to secure it.

"So you have to show me how you work this webcam." He ordered as the computer booted up. "Is it very hard?"

He hoped not, because otherwise he'd have to find his camera, and as he used that less than he did his computer they might have to think of an activity other than taking suggestive pictures.

Josh watched with interest as Danny started up the webcam, and suddenly there they were, nearly life-sized images (or so it seemed to him) across the laptop screen. The quality was a little blurry, but he chalked that up to the alcohol.

Danny was quite right to assume that Josh didn't mind that he was in his lap; they had more in common than looks, and a lack of boundaries was one of those similarities. While he was far from promiscuous (he could count the number of partners he'd had on one hand, and he'd dated all four of them) and unless he was drunk and Sean was around his libido wasn't going to win any awards, he was comfortable with sex both in reality and in theory.

In any event, he wasn't attracted to Danny, though he quite liked his fake twin. He was, however, excited about taking pictures, the fetishistic aspect mingling with a bit of an exhibitionist streak that he was only comfortable letting out when he was drunk.

And he was very drunk.

"Now we take pictures," He slurred, wrapping one arm around Danny's waist and leaning forward to press the button on the screen. "And...pose, I guess." He added. Fortunately they could see themselves on the screen, and could thus make what passed for suggestive poses and bedroom eyes by two very drunk middle aged men.

"You know, poses." Josh explained, his tone making it plain he thought Danny ought to know exactly what sort of poses he was talking about. Were there any other kinds of poses? He didn't think so; then again, he wasn't much for posing outside of the bedroom.

"Like this." He instructed, attempting to help Danny lean forward sensuously, a failed effort considering the amount of alcohol both had imbibed, but close enough for the lawyer at that moment, and so he shrugged and draped himself over the shorter man before clicking, grinning as the light at the top of the laptop flashed.

"Seeee." He waved vaguely at the computer screen and the blurry picture of the two of them. "Like that. Where you pretend to make out but you aren't really, then you tease people with them. We could send them to Sean."

Josh was always full of good ideas when he was drunk.

Josh was far too inebriated to really care (or notice) that the pictures were more ridiculous than sexy. Too inebriated, and too caught up in the conspiratorial giggling that was being shared between the two.

When Danny asked if they should send the pictures to Sean he nodded once, swaying forward to open his browser and navigate to his email. "Yes, yes, we should." He slurred as he opted to craft a new email. "He should appreciate these." He added as he struggled to find the uploader, and then again to find where the webcam images had been stored.

He was sure that Sean would like them, seeing as he had slept with both of them. What could be better than suggestive pictures of two men you'd slept with, right?

It was unfortunate that the A and S keys were right next to one another; he accidentally selected Janice ADAMS first, before realizing his mistake and clicking the S and selecting SEAN Neville. Without erasing Janice.

And then he clicked Send.

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His neck was stiff, his head was pounding, and there was something on top of him. His first thought was that he had somehow run into Sean the night before.

But no, he and Sean weren't on speaking terms.

He cracked one eye open and turned his head to the side and saw...Danny. Fully clothed, fortunately. Less fortunately, the sight of Danny was a reminder of the activities they had got up to.

Specifically, he remembered sending suggestive pictures to his ex.

"....oh, no." He mumbled, fumbling for his laptop, which was on the coffee table where they'd left it before passing out on the couch, too drunk to make it to the bed.

"What did I do?"

Josh squinted at his laptop as it woke up out of its slumber; they hadn't turned it off before sleep. A small voice in the back of his head mourned the waste of power, but it was overwhelmed by the anxiety attacking him as memories of last night flooded his mind. Even the hangover took a back seat to the fact that he and Danny had not only taken pictures, but those pictures were now out in cyberspace, sent to be downloaded by Janice Adams and Sean Neville.

"Maybe....maybe we didn't...." He mumbled, hoping that his inbox and pictures folder would tell him a different story than his memory.

He felt his stomach sink as the black screen dispersed, replaced by Firefox, which was open. To his email. Dismay and trepidation clawed at him as he reluctantly selected his sent folder.

And there, damning him, was the evidence that his mind told the truth: They'd sent these pictures to his coworker and his ex.

"....we did."