I'll Make This Brief

[Elliot Hunter]

"Cashhhhh, open up, buttercup!" Elliot pounded on his little brother's door to his dorm room. "Cash! I need you! C'mon Cashy, let your brother in." It was a matter of importance that he was standing on the other side of his brother's door, pounding away like a mad man with a mission. It was necessary and it was with purpose. Some things were worth making a scene over and this particular scene stemmed from missing undergarments. His lucky briefs that he wore on dates with new girls that he found promising for his roster. The last time he remembered wearing them, he'd shacked up with one of his little brother's roommates, or had he just ended up crashing in Cash's room after a failed attempt? Either way, he was certain he'd lost his best briefs in his brother's dorm and he needed them back now.

Elliot huffed and groaned dramatically, "God what are you doing in there? It's afternoon! If you're still sleeping, I'm punching you! Wake up! And if there's a girl in there and I'm totally ruining the mood? Send her to my dorm later and I'll make it up to her since I'm certain it's very disappointing settling for the younger, less experienced Hunter." He snickered at his own joke, but was still dissatisfied with how slowly his brother was responding. 

It didn't occur to him that Cash might be studying, might be showering, in the bathroom or even not at his dorm period. Elliot just knew that he wanted his brother and he needed him right this second or he might have to depend on his wit and charm to seal the deal. That and his dashing good looks.

[Cash Hunter]

                        

Even in his own dorm, the nineteen year old could hear the pounding on the door and his older brother's cries for supposed help.

What was the young Hunter doing in his dorm in the middle of the day? He skipped his classes that morning. He was not studying because please, if he did not do it he could still pass the very least. No, he was not showering and unfortunately he did not have a girl with him -- well, not anymore. Cash Hunter was alone on his bed as he nursed his black eye and very sore body.

The pounding continued and he briefly wondered how the door had not shattered yet. Frankly, he seriously did not want to get up from the comfortable position he was in and he looked forward to get some shut eye. But that was not happening. The pounding was persistent and plus, Elliot was his brother. Slowly, he brought himself off the bed and got out of his room to answer the front door. However, in the living room his tracks paused when he heard the little joke. Now, he purposefully slowed down just to spite his brother a little.

After five minutes, Cash finally opened the door. "Elliot you're an idiot. Ha, that rhymes. So what's got your knickers in a twist?"

[Elliot Hunter]

Elliot was about to go become much much more annoying than what he had already been. Cash was taking forever. Literally taking the longest he could ever possibly take. Elliot felt like he was actually aging drastically in the time that Cash took to open the door. When the door did finally open, Cash was met with an unamused Elliot to face. "Genius, Cash. Simply genius. Now can you quit your immature little games and help me? What took you so long anyway? I don't see any girls trying to run out with their clothes haphazardly thrown on. No excuses."

He brushed past his little brother and ran his hand through his hair, "That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about." Ironic choice of words on Cash's part. "Have you found any red and white boxer briefs lying around anywhere? I'm missing my closing deal lucky underwear and the last time I had them, I swear I was here." He wasn't going to say why he'd have left them in his brother's dorm room, especially because he didn't quite think that Cash would appreciate one of the potential reasons. Elliot still wasn't quite sure about the details of that night or who had taken care of him.

"Before you say anything! I promise I didn't do it on your bed. If I did anything, we definitely didn't even make it to the room. It was probably just on the floor," Elliot shrugged.

[Cash Hunter]

                        

A hint of mischievousness flitted through his eyes as he met with an unamused looking Elliot when he opened the door. Judging from rapid knocking that came from him earlier, Cash no doubt knew his older brother was a little annoyed. Especially with super speed like his, when was Cash Hunter ever slow? Unless it was on purpose. He leaned lazily against the door frame as they greeted each other.

"Aw isn't that cute. You finally acknowledge that I'm a genius." The boy only gave a knowingly smirk when asked what took him so long. As if that was even a question. Cash winced a little in pain when his brother simply brushed past him into his dorm. His body still ached and it was still in recovery from the little fight last night. Anyway, he shut the door and returned his attention back to his brother.

He picked back up the packet of frozen peas he had left on the table and brought it back to his black eye as he sat down on the couch. At the surprisingly detailed description of a piece of undergarment, Cash tilted his head and stared at the other boy, making sure he was being serious. In the beginning, it sounded ridiculous but this was Elliot after all. It was not the first time he heard such a strange request.

"If you even did it on my bed, I don't think I want to know. Just strip the sheets and replace it with a new one. You know where they are." Picking up the cushion pillow beside him, Cash chucked it at his brother. "Hmmmm remind me again which red and white. Did you mean the white with the cute little red hearts mom got for you?" he said, snickering.

[Elliot Hunter]

Elliot didn't bother asking Cash what he'd gotten himself into. There were times that Elliot had come home with a busted lip, black eye, bruised rib-cage. Guys didn't quite like when he hit on their girls better than them. And often he even found himself getting into much more trouble than he should have which ended in more pain. Car accidents other kind of accidents. It didn't matter, but he felt that if Cash had really wanted to talk about it, he could have called Elliot when it happened. They were the types who had heart-to-heart conversations when they wanted, not when they should.

While Cash sat down, Elliot turned over cushions, flipped over pillows and scoured the area for any sign of his missing underwear. On occasion he'd glance at his brother and narrow his eyes, "I swear if you're fucking with me, I'm gonna....do something. I dunno what yet, but you best believe it'll be awful." Something that super speed couldn't fix or run away from. Oh no, Elliot would hack into Cash's cellphone and spam it with German dungeon porn so that every time he opened the phone it made loud German sex noises. And he'd be sure to text and call Cash every five minutes to set it off.

"I dunno, I think I want to keep you guessing. Did I or didn't I?" Elliot laughed and caught the pillow as it was hurtled at his face. "Oi, watch it. Face is important okay. And fuck you, you little shit. They're briefs, not boxers. Mom didn't buy me briefs I can assure you. If she had...our family would be ten times more fucked up than it already is." He huffed and gave up his shirt for the moment, turning and flopping on the couch beside his little brother. Elliot exaggeratedly stretched and waved his hand in his brother's face, careful not to actually hit him because he was nice like that.

[Cash Hunter]

                        

From where he sat on the couch, he watched his older brother with high amusement as he turned over anything he could in search of the lucky underwear. Cash snorted at the seemingly empty threat. "Oh yeah, you and what army?" He leaned his head back and a grin split his face. He tried to think of the last time his brother had been in his dorm or rather, remember if he had seen any stray piece of undergarment laying randomly in the dorm.

The nineteen year old boy groaned inwardly -- realizing he was actually thinking about this. "Ya know, I'mma take your word that you indeed did it on the floor," he started, "so most probably it would be out here. But you should know my dorm mate is kinda like those neat freaks so she might have found it and decided to throw it away." He laughed. "Why haven't you embedded a small GPS chip in it or something?"

The boy rolled his eyes playfully when Elliot corrected him. Although he had to agree with the statement about their family. He could not imagine their mom shopping for briefs. After his brother joined him on the couch, he chucked another pillow cushion at Elliot. "You know, I bet even with this beaten up face, I could get a girl faster than you."

[Elliot Hunter]

Elliot snorted, "My army of technological devices you half-wit. Don't forget that my ability is ten times better for black mail, Cashy. I wouldn't underestimate my ability to do just that. I'll make it so no girl comes within a hundred yards of that ugly mug of yours." Though Eli didn't actually think his brother was ugly, it would be sort of redundant as they were brother who shared very similar features. Although, Cash definitely looked more like their mother and Elliot got the happy pleasure of looking like their father.

His question was rewarded by his little brother's groan of disgust and Elliot found himself snickering. He was almost positive that it had been on the floor, mostly because the idea of doing it on his brother's bed where the younger Hunter also had his fair amount of...er...fun was a little off-putting. "I swear to GOD if she touched my underwear and threw it away, I'ma be pissed!" Elliot whirled on his brother and narrowed his eyes, "Well maybe I would've thought about that a little more carefully if I thought I actually had to worry about losing my underwear. By now I shouldn't be surprised since girls are always trying to steal them. What is it about girls and wearing guy boxers?" Elliot shook his head and rolled his eyes. The opposite gender was quite a puzzle to him still. Maybe he'd ask Liz some time.

Elliot's face connected with the pillow this time and he punched his brother on the arm, "I highly doubt that you little twat. With this jaw line, you don't have a chance." He stroked the hard edge of his jaw and smirked. "'Sides, I've already scored more girls than you before you even realized you liked girls."

[Cash Hunter]

                        

The younger Hunter rolled his eyes. His brother did make a good point. With his ability to communicate with technology, Elliot by far had the advantage when it came to blackmail, compared to Cash who could only do so much with his super speed and probably could even run away and outrun the problems his brother put before him. The two definitely had their share of back and forth so called threats. Sometimes they acted on it, sometimes they did not. "Ouuu I'm so afraid," he replied sarcastically before sticking his tongue out at his brother like he was six years old again.

Cash scoffed. It would not surprise him if his dorm mate indeed threw away the stray piece of clothing. He knew she was not a fan of his little friendly visits, but as long as he conducted his businesses behind the doors of his dorm, they did not have a problem. The nineteen year old raised his hands up, dropping the packet of peas, and plastered on the look of innocence. "Why do you think girls get into relationships? To steal our boxers, shirts and hoodies," he pointed out. Not that he was speaking from experience because Cash never really got himself tangled up in those kind of things. Ha.

The younger boy mimicked his brother's actions and ran his hand over his jaw as well. "Pfft, that's only because you have like five years ahead of me, doofus." A light bulb then went off his head, retracing back to their topic before. "You know, I'm actually tempted to test this out. With this beaten up face, and that." He gestured to his and then to Elliot's. "Unless you know, you're afraid to lose without those favorite briefs of yours," challenged Cash, winking.

[Elliot Hunter]

"You should be, I've got so much dirt on you from us as kids, you wouldn't want that getting around now would you?" Granted the things that his brother had done when they were young was nothing out of the ordinary, though who really wanted anyone to share what gross habits they had as kids. And there were the baby pictures of chubby Cash with his hands shoved fist-deep in his mouth. Honestly, he'd have made a man very happy if he was into that sort of thing. Which Eli still questioned sometimes, just because it was something they both joked about. Their father would likely throw a fit if one of his sons ended up with a guy. He was so stuck in his own generation ideas that he couldn't accept what was happening right in front of his face.

Elliot turned up his nose at the word 'relationship.' He'd never been in one and didn't see himself ever settling down. The closest thing to a relationship that he'd found himself in was with Lizzie and that was a strict FWB with no strings attached on both sides. Neither of them were keen on settling down, enjoying the act of wild, crazy acts of passion whenever the mood struck. Marriage didn't have that same heat, and he couldn't imagine long term relationships did either. Flings were what kept him happy. "Luckily for me, I still possess most of my clothes and the only reason I'm missing ONE is because YOUR roommate TOOK THEM!" He groaned and threw his hands up in frustration. He was quite a whiny baby when he lost something of his.

"Ladies like more experience, twat waffle," Elliot shot back. His younger brother's challenge was met with a snort, "Afraid? Are you kidding? Cash, I've already slept with the legal half of the female student body, what makes you think that they're gonna want you over the best night of their life?" Eli smirked and folded his arms across his chest.