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"So sensitive."

He tugged again, moaning low. Each touch drew another sound from Bay, a shudder or shiver. He spent a good, long time, kissing and licking and laving and touching, making Bay feel. Bay touched him back, fingers random and soft, gasps and moans constant.

He was hard, aching, pushing against Bay's thigh, hard as stone. Bay's legs split, spread, hips tilting in invitation.

He groaned, panting. "I want..."

Bay whimpered, hands on his face. "Please." "Need a rubber. Shit."

Bay slid against him, moaning. "I don't have... anything." "I... I do. Later. This will do for now."

Bay shook his head. "Need you. Please."

"Uhn..." He caught his breath, reaching down for his pants, his wallet.

He fumbled the rubber out, unwrapped it and held it out to Bay. "Put it on me."

Bay's fingers slid against his and then they were sliding the condom down over his cock, trembling and fluttering and touching.

"Oh. Oh, Bay. Careful. Oh." He bucked up, gripping the base of his cock.

Bright green eyes shot to his. "I'm sorry."

"No. Don't be. I want you." He grinned, winked, grabbed the lube. "Let's get you slick."

Bay purred, hands going behind knees to spread the long legs for him.

"Oh, you look... Damn, Bay." He slicked his fingers, carefully sliding them behind the tight balls.

Bay moaned, pushing toward his fingers. He slid in, deep and easy, slicking Bay up, spreading him. Bay cried out, body jerking, taking his fingers, squeezing them and pulling them in.

"Oh... So fine." He pushed deeper, fingers curling, searching.

Bay's cry filled the air, his whole body jerking.

"Yes." He stroked again and again, watching Bay shift, cock hard and aching.

Bay's eyes rolled, head going from side to side, body bucking and bowing.

"Are you ready, Bay? I need." "Please. Oh, Rick."

He lined up and pressed in, hips sliding his cock into that heat in one smooth motion. Bay gave a gasping moan, the sound low. Warm fingers slid over his shoulders, held on. It

was slow and steady, his eyes closed, sinking into Bay over and over. Bay's legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass as soft, breathless sounds filled the air.

"So good." He arched, pushing harder.

Bay was fluid beneath him, moving with him. He reached down, stroked Bay's cock, groaned at the heat around him, the pressure.

"Rick!"

Bay started moving like a wild thing, riding his cock, pushing into his hand, making noises.

"Fuck!" Bay was beautiful. Beautiful.

Bay's body rippled around his cock and then squeezed as Bay froze, eyes rolling back in his head again as he came. The come milked right out of him, pleasure zinging up along his spine. Bay's legs slid away from around him, the slender body going limp.

He pulled out and trashed the rubber, then settled on the bed, letting Bay decide how much contact they had. Bay didn't even wake up, curled into him with a noise of complaint, not settling happily until he put an arm and leg over the kid. He pulled the blanket over them, holding Bay close. Well, maybe it wasn't a mistake.

At least the kid went to sleep.

***

Bay stretched and moaned as he woke, turning and blindly

looking for Kenny's heat. He whimpered softly, blinking at the light when he couldn't find it. It took him a moment to remember that he wasn't with Ken, he was with Rick. In the safe house.

He was surprised he'd slept, but then he remembered Rick fucking him and his cheeks pinked a little. Rick had been thorough, had made him come twice. It felt really good, being touched and licked all over like that, like Rick wanted to touch and taste him everywhere, not just get off.

Between he and Ken, he was the sensualist, happy to spend ages touching his brother. Ken liked it harder, rougher, liked trying new stuff. And it wasn't that Kenny didn't satisfy him, not at all. He always got to come, Kenny always made sure he felt good.

And when they picked guys up, mostly Bay watched Kenny fuck them. Sometimes he got fucked, but those were always quick and brief and... well, it had been different with Rick and he'd liked it. Liked it a lot.

His stomach growled and he realized he was hungry. And he needed to pee.

And he wanted Rick to touch him again.

He got up and went to the bathroom and then to find Rick. Which shouldn't be hard given the place was little.

Rick was pacing, on the phone. "...so we'll hang here a month and head south to meet up. Cool. Thanks man."

He stopped short. A month. A whole month without Kenny? He whimpered, shaking.

Rick hung up, looked over at him. "Hey. Hey, now. Focus. Code, remember? We're leaving in a week and not heading south."

"Just a week?" He slumped against the wall. Oh, he could do a week. Even if Rick didn't want to touch him again. He could survive a week without sleeping.

"Yep. A week." Rick opened his arms. "C'mere."

He went into Rick's arms, burying his face in the warm chest, arms wrapping around Rick's waist and holding on.

Man, he missed Ken. Hadn't thought he could make it as long as he had actually without his twin. The old man had tried to separate them once. It had been the most awful twenty-four hours of his life.

Rick eased them onto a sofa, a blanket wrapping around them both. "You're doing well, Bay. You're managing."

"You must think I'm a freak."

"I told you, I was with Simon when Sammy died. The fallout from that ruined a love affair that was over ten years old. I don't think you're a freak."

He blinked up at Rick. "Ten years? You and him? Oh man. That must have hurt."

Rick nodded, cheeks heating. "Yeah."

"Are you still working together because you can't bear to be apart?"

He couldn't imagine ever leaving Ken -- look at him, a basket case after a few days. It wasn't that they didn't have their own lives. They didn't take the same classes; in fact he was much more interested in college than Kenny. And Ken went out on his own more often, but they always came together at dinner and at the end of the day and fucked and slept in each other's arms.

"We were about to sell the business when your father called. We don't work together if we can help it."

"Kenny and I don't always get along, but I can't imagine things being so bad we want to go our separate ways. It would kill me."

"Well, Simon sort of broke down and started drinking and things got bad and then, by the time he cleaned himself up?" Rick shrugged. "I was real busy hating him."

Bay nodded. "Me and Kenny never stay mad." He couldn't stay mad at Kenny. Not ever. He loved him too much. Even when he was mad and hating, he needed Ken.

Rick nodded. "Neither does Simon." "But you do?"

"I can, yeah." Rick shrugged. "It doesn't matter anymore."

"But you guys are going to be stuck together after next week and ten years is a lot of time to throw away."

"Yeah, but..." Rick gave him a sad little smile. "It's too late."

"Not if you're both still breathing." And they were going to be stuck together for who knew how long and if he and Kenny were good and stayed out of their way... or in their way if that's what was needed. Well you never knew.

His stomach growled again and he was about to say he was hungry when he smelled Rick's toast burning and before he could even process that his eyes stopped working and he started shaking and everything went black.

Chapter Six

Simon flipped the pancakes. He sort of enjoyed being out in the middle of nowhere, enjoyed the peace. The quiet. He was mostly naked, cooking, whistling -- fucking whistling. Still, it was nice to feel easy in your bones. He dug some sausage out, threw it in a skillet.

Kenny wandered out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, coming out a few minutes later. "You bringing that back to bed?"

"Syrup and sheets don't mix." Saucy little shit.

Ken pouted and came up right behind him, rubbing, hand coming around to find his cock and pump. "Syrup and sex does though."

"Aren't you hungry?" The kid pushed and pushed. Simon knew he was worried, but damn.

"Uh-huh." Ken licked his ear, his neck.

He turned the sausage over, teasing. "You want eggs?"

"Oh yeah." Ken chuckled, hand sliding down to fondle his balls. "Of course I don't think you want me to crack them."

"Hell, no. Those are the O'Neil family jewels."

"Mmm... I can see why -- they're nice." Ken moved against him, prick hard and eager.

"You're gonna make me burn breakfast."

"So you'll make something else. After I fuck you." Ken never stopped pushing.

He turned the heat off, fixed two plates. "We're going to eat. Then talk about our plans. Then we can fuck."

Ken took the plates from him, put then on the table and rubbed up against him. "You got the order wrong, Simon."

"Do you push your brother like this?" He stroked Ken's spine, petting.

Ken purred and pressed back against his hand, moving like a cat. "Bay's not here."

"You're a brilliant boy." Simon shook his head, grinned. "Eat. Talk. Fuck."

Ken pouted, but sat. "That's all there is to do here and only one of them's any fun."

"I know, but I can't go on no food like you can." He grabbed the syrup and the butter. "Besides, I
cooked
."

Ken laughed. "That earns you a blowjob. Doesn't mean we have to actually eat."

"You need to eat." He winked. "And I'll take the blowjob after."

"Can I pour syrup on your dick?" "If you lick it off."

"That's the plan." Ken grinned at him, pouring syrup liberally over his pancakes. One finger ran through the syrup and Ken started sucking on it.

Simon chuckled, dug right in. Ken amused the hell out of him, drove him mad, but amused. "Eat your pancakes."

"You do get off on giving orders, don't you?" Ken gave him a cocky little smile and started eating, making it a sexy experience.

"Actually, not really. I just don't get off on backing off."

"Me neither." Ken picked up his sausage, nibbling at one end.

"No..." He let their knees bump together, chuckling. Ken laughed, foot sliding against his leg.

"Flirt." He reached over, stole a sausage. "So, news -- your father's fine, the house was damaged pretty bad, got hit three more times."

Ken's face closed up and he put his fork down, pushing his plate away. "What's the point of hitting the house once we were gone? Pretty stupid if you ask me."

"Well, it means they didn't know you were gone, mainly. In fact, your father's gone pretty public with the 'poor me, I lost my sons' thing. It's buying us time."

"Time for what? Screwing? I appreciate the concern for my

love life, but if that's all this is, the least you could have done is make sure Bay and I were together."

"Fuck off. We're heading off to meet them at the end of the week."

Ken relaxed, smile back. "Yeah? Sweet." Ken's foot was back, too, moving up along his leg.

"Yeah. We're going to the mountains. See some snow."

"Sounds like the perfect setting for snuggling under the covers and getting busy." Ken got up and came around the table, pushing into his lap.

"Yeah." He grabbed his last sausage, ate it, and then wrapped his hands around Ken's waist.