Gemini (10 page)

I see he's serious, that he's not going to back down and that if I don't do this there is going to be a lot more than just twins making up later. And maybe I won't get the chance to do any making up.

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"How do I know when to stop?"

"When I come on your lap."

Okay. Wasn't really expecting that, or the instant hard-on I get. I raise my hand and smack his ass, hard. He jumps and moans.

"Again."

So I hit him. Through his jeans and underwear, hard. Over and over, working into a rhythm that makes my hand sting and my arm sore. He's arching up into my hand when I bring it down and he's not making any noise at all. He starts to shake, and I stop.

"Look at me."

He shakes his head. "Hit me, Gent. Please."

"Not until you look at me, damn it." I hate this. I hate hurting him, I hate not understanding what the hell is going on.

He looks up and the need is still in his eyes, but he's turned on. The anger has faded and he's just Paul. Paul who really wants me to smack his ass and make him come.

"Take off your pants," I tell him, my throat dry.

He rolls off me and jerks his pants off, is back across my lap and I can see how red his ass is and it makes me wince.

"You still sure about this?" I ask.

He nods and I start in on him again, and now it really does hurt my hand, 'cause skin makes it sting more, and oh, fuck he's getting red and it's so fucking hot the way he's twitching and moving, humping my leg and moving his ass back to catch the next smack. I'm so hard it hurts and I want him to suck me off so bad.

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I hit him. Over and over and listen to him start to moan, making these noises deep in his chest and throat and I know he's close. I hit him lower, closer to his balls and he jerks on my lap and comes all over me, shooting again and again and again, gasping for air and clutching the pillows and fucking yelling.

I'm hard and I have to take care of my boy. I get him cleaned up and hold him for a bit, waiting for my hard-on to go away. I get some cream from the bathroom and rub it on his ass, being as gentle as I can, wincing when he moans. Oh shit, I must have hurt him, his skin is so red, and it looks raw and tender. God, how did I let him talk me into this?

I carry him into the bedroom, and no, it's not easy, seeing as how he's got about twenty pounds on me, but I do it. I get him all laid out on his stomach and he falls asleep, whispering a thank you.

I go back to the living room and clean up, sit there until Jamie comes home and sees me.

"What happened?" He's all concern and worry now, and I'm a little pissed off.

"He asked me to hit him."

Jamie, the fucker, grins and comes over, drapes himself across me. "Surprised it took him this long. Did you do it?"

I show him my hand and he kisses the palm and licks the fingers, making happy horny noises. "Did you get him off?" he asks around the finger he's sucking. My cock is hard again as I watch him use his mouth on me.

"Yeah. He came for ages."

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He makes more happy sounds and shifts around, letting me feel how hard he is. "You get off?"

"No. I didn't like it." Yeah, I lie to my boys sometimes.

Shut up.

He laughs. "Yeah, right." See? Makes no difference. They know me. "Well, then. What should I do for you?"

I arch up and grab his hand, put it where I need it most.

"Suck me, Jamie."

He moves fast, to the floor between my legs and he's got my pants undone and my cock out before I can even get settled on the couch. I let my head fall back as he swallows me, working me fast and hard, like he always does. His hands are everywhere and his tongue is licking and tasting and I can't just sit, I have to move and he knows it. Paul takes his time when he goes down on us, but Jamie ... Jamie likes it fast and hard and that's why I asked him.

I thrust my hips up and he lets me, just changes the angle so I can fuck his mouth better and he's sucking at me for all he's worth. His tongue is teasing and he's got one hand on my balls, rolling them and tugging gently and he sucks hard at the head of my cock. He gets his hand wet, sliding it over my shaft, following his mouth and then he's teasing at my asshole. I watch as I slide in and out of his mouth, his lips swollen and red, his eyes dilated and hungry and I know I'm close, can feel everything getting tight and hot. Oh fuck, so good, so right. I can see Paul's ass is in my head, red and raw from where I hit him, hear Jamie moaning around my cock, and I shoot down his throat, coming hard. He swallows it all then lets go, fast, pushing me back on the couch. A quick 90

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scramble in the end table, accompanied by curses about my fucked up sense of morals and he's forcing his gym pants down, a rubber on, and then he's in me. Christ it hurts, but it's so fucking good.

He's swearing in my ear about how fucking tight I am and how he wants to watch me spank Paul and when Paul's ass is better how he's gonna fuck him for me, and oh, shit, he's coming in me, so fucking fast and I haven't even gotten into his rhythm yet and I just want to go to bed and lie between my boys and forget the day has even happened.

I want a do over. I want to spank Paul 'cause we both want it, I want Jamie to suck me 'cause I need
him
to, not

'cause I need the release and I want to be with them both in our bed where no one is angry and we're all just warm and horny.

But then, that's what tomorrow is for.

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Chapter Ten

It's Jamie's night to close the store so Paul talks me into going to a play with him before we meet up with Jamie and go to the Razor's Edge to shoot pool and have a few drinks.

Now, plays aren't really my thing, which works out, 'cause this isn't really a play; it's more performance art. With naked people.

We're sitting there watching this ... show, and I'm trying to figure out what the hell it's all about for the first bit. They aren't talking, just moving together in slow, slippery motions and I start to get sorta turned on. Which makes me think that I'm some sort of pervert. Then I remember who I live with, and figure that's okay.

Paul's just watching, not looking at me at all to see how I'm reacting. I watch him out of the corner of my eye for a bit and he's not doing anything other than watching the show, so I turn back and give it most of my attention, the rest being taken over by thoughts of what I'm going to do to him when I get him away from all the people around us.

Finally it's over and we can leave, except Paul wants to stay for a bit and talk to someone he knows. So I sigh and roll my eyes and he looks at me funny.

"What's up?" he asks. And isn't that a good lead in?

I just tilt my head and look at him and he blushes. "Oh,"

he sort of gasps and then he grabs my hand and we leave.

I'm thinking that Paul has more than one kink, what with the spanking, which I'm sorta getting into, and this deal we have about alleys.

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He drags me down the alley, between a closed grocery and a flower shop, and I can see this heading the same way it did the first time around. I roll my eyes and decide that this time he's the one who's gonna get slammed into a wall.

I spin him hard as we round the corner, and he's laughing.

He knew I was gonna do that. Smart boy, my Paul. Or maybe he just knows me.

So I kiss him, and swallow his laughter, turn it into a moan as I get his pants undone. I nip at his nipple rings through his shirt and growl at him, start stroking his cock, already rock hard. Love that boy's willingness.

He's trying to talk, so I ease off and lean back, looking at his eyes. His pupils are dilated and there's only a hint of green at the outside. He's got one hand in his pocket and the other trying to undo my pants so I help out that hand for him and get my zipper down. He wraps his hand around me at the same time the other hand reappears.

The dear boy brought lube and rubbers.

"Do me," he says and kisses me hard before turning to face the wall, arms spread at shoulder height.

Not gonna turn that down. "Fuck yeah."

I get his pants down to his knees and mine down just far enough to suit up and squirt lube on my hand. I slick my erection and lean into his back, licking his neck. He shivers for me and I smile.

"How do you want me, Paul?" I whisper. "Nice and gentle, like this?" I tease at his hole with a finger. "Or like this?" And I put my cock where my finger was and thrust deep into him.

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"Oh Christ, yes!" Paul fucking hollers and then he's moving back on me, riding my cock hard.

I'm too worked up to play, so I hold his hips and just fuck him hard, loving how tight he is, how hot and right. He's moving with me, making noise and swearing and then he lets go of the wall with one hand and starts jerking off, fast and hard.

"Paul, yeah, do it. Touch yourself, fuck, so hot. God, want you to come, Paul." I know I'm babbling, but his ass is like a fucking vice around my cock and I'm so hard I almost hurt.

My balls are tight and throbbing and I can feel everything in my spine get hot.

He shudders and calls my name as he shoots, spunk hitting the wall with a splatting sound and his ass fucking pulses around me and I slam into him, coming hard, practically biting his neck.

We're breathing heavy and I'm not sure my legs will move for a minute and then I slip out of his ass and he turns, real fast and kisses me hard.

"We gotta go see Jamie," he says, and my cock twitches.

"We really gotta go get him."

I nod and he just looks so fucking hot and horny and well fucked I have to kiss him again. We finally manage to get cleaned up a bit, get our pants done up again and then we're off to go find our boy.

Paul and I manage to hail a cab after walking a block or so and head to the bookstore. Paul's vibrating next to me in the backseat and the cab driver looks worried, so I just smile and 94

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say, "Not drugs. He's just horny." The cab driver doesn't look reassured at all, but then Paul's kissing me so I don't care.

I fight Paul off most of the way to the store, but by the time we pay the cab driver and climb out onto the sidewalk we're both pretty wound up again. Still. Whatever.

Paul drags me into the store and we stand just inside the door, sort of giggling as Jamie looks at us. Except we're men.

We don't giggle.

Jamie blinks at us. The store is just about to close so there's only about three people left. He shakes his head and mutters, "I don't want to know. Yet."

Paul giggles again. I smack him on the ass and we walk to the back of the store.

It's a nice place, with comfortable chairs and stuff here and there, tall stacks of books. It's part of a small independent chain, and has subjects outside the mainstream, which means there is only a small selection of mass market books. The rest is art, photography, some philosophy, a little local stuff. And the back wall is gay and lesbian literature and resources. There's only two other stores in the chain, one in New York and one in Dallas. Jamie runs the show here and the owners take care of the other two stores. Jamie likes to pretend that he doesn't read all that much, that Paul is the bookworm, but ask him anything about the books in here and you'll get an answer. He's a closeted bibliophile.

Anyway, Paul and I flop into one of the chairs and wait until the customers clear out before mauling each other. We figure if Jamie has to cash out and do some paperwork we'd 95

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just get bored waiting for him unless we entertain ourselves.

Right?

So, I've got my tongue down his throat and Paul's making his happy noises with a hand up my shirt to get at my chain, and then Jamie's there, pulling my head back by my hair.

"What did you two do?" he asks, looking amused but undecided about whether he's going to kill us or not.

"Went to see a play," I say very mildly, and Paul snickers.

Jamie doesn't look like he's buying it. "Then what?"

Paul tugs at my chain and I gasp, roll my hips a little,

'cause it feels real nice, and I've been hard for ages, almost half an hour now.

"He fucked me up against a wall," Paul whispers, his eyes glittering.

Jamie sort of growls, deep in his chest, and kisses me hard, his tongue everywhere and I can feel one of them undoing my pants but I don't open my eyes to try to figure out which. Then there's a strong hand on me for a few strokes and I can feel Paul shifting around until he's gone from the chair. Jamie's still kissing me so I sprawl, letting the hand on my cock have as much access as its owner wants.

What its owner wants, apparently, is to suck me off, and therefore the hand belongs to Paul, what with Jamie kissing me and all.

I'm sitting in the chair, dick out, and pants halfway down my ass, Paul's on his knees in front of me. Jamie leans back and stops kissing me long enough to moan, "Oh God. Get his pants off, Paul."

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I lift my ass and Paul hauls my jeans down, still teasing me with his tongue, licking and playing and Christ it feels so good. Then Jamie's behind Paul, reaching around and undoing his belt, lifting Paul's shirt up at the same time. I can see the light glint on Paul's nipple rings and decide that for our birthday I'm getting him a chain. A real nice one.

"Tease him, Paul," Jamie orders, getting Paul's pants undone and down. "Wait for me."

Paul grins, I can feel it. I moan.

Jamie gets Paul's dick out and strokes him. "God, you're so hard. Fucking hot, Paul." Then Jamie's undoing his own pants and fuck, I think he's harder than both of us. I groan as he leans down to kiss Paul's back and then he moves, comes around to kiss me.

"Where's the lube?" he asks into my mouth, and Paul sucks me hard in response.