Twin Ties 1: My Brother's Lover (13 page)

Something was making that night vastly different than every other date Luka had ever been on. Luka did
not
want to take advantage of Brennan. The thought of doing so turned his stomach. Luka really did like him and wanted more than a quick fuck. A lot more. Brennan was the sweetest, most intriguing, most gorgeous person Luka had met in a long time. The more he learned about Brennan, and now finding out about the recent loss of his mother, the more it made Luka want to actually do the right thing for once.

It was clear Brennan just happened to be in the middle of some hard times. He didn’t really understand how he was hurting himself more by inviting relative strangers into his bed. Luka was slightly terrified of being the jackass he usually was when it came to matters of the heart. What if he screwed things up and lost his one chance at something amazing and real? But the temptation was undeniable. It was there, merely smoldering, though ready to ignite and incinerate every good intention crying out in Luka’s heart.

Am I really going to be that guy? Have I truly gotten to that place where I have become that which I despised for so long—someone who preys on the weak and naïve for their own pleasure? Have I become the same as those men who used me and then threw me away so easily, like I wasn’t a human being with feelings at all, just something to fuck?

Feeling torn and a little bit overwhelmed, Luka parked in front of Brennan’s house. An old, refurbished Chevy sat in the driveway.

They got out of the truck and Brennan led Luka inside the quiet, darkened house, bringing him directly to his bedroom located just to the left of the foyer. He closed the door behind them. Stepping up to Luka, Brennan breathed in deeply as if trying to catch Luka’s scent and slipped a hand up under the hem of Luka’s navy polo shirt. The moment shifted from innocent to not in a flash as Brennan’s fingertips connected with Luka’s abdomen. Shivers of excitement and want radiated from the spot. Stroking over the taut skin just to the inside of Luka’s left hipbone, Brennan watched Luka with an upward glance. A small line of tension creased Luka’s brow right between his eyebrows. Licking his lips, Brennan tilted his head up, obviously waiting for Luka to act and kiss him.

Embroiled in a mostly-hidden but raging inner battle, Luka cradled Brennan’s jaw in a hand and dipped his head, getting closer, tingling all the way down to the pit of his stomach at Brennan’s feather-light touch moving over his skin, slipping now around his waist. Luka was hard and aching but, thankfully, his brain was still functioning.

To anchor himself to his good intentions, Luka spoke up, asking, “Have you ever been in love?”

Breathing out a soft chuckle, Brennan hummed and answered after a thoughtful pause, “Almost. Not really. You?”

“Yeah. I was,” Luka murmured. “A long time ago. But she dumped me and broke my heart.” Brennan stretched up on the balls of his feet and simultaneously guided Luka down by gripping behind his neck. Softly, experimentally, Brennan kissed Luka’s lips.

“So you’re bi?”

“Yeah,” Luka nodded. His fingers positively itched with need to touch Brennan, to grab his ass and throw him down on the large bed helpfully located only two feet away. He wanted to strip Brennan naked and devour every inch of him, very, very slowly. But he settled for pushing in for a deeper kiss, tasting Brennan’s tongue and moaning softly into Brennan’s mouth as those sinful, plump lips parted for him so easily. Knowing they were about to cross a line when Brennan’s hand slid farther up Luka’s torso and the pad of his thumb rolled over the peaked nub of Luka’s nipple, Luka instantly pulled back. Steadying himself with effort, he cleared his throat and opened his eyes.

“Wait. I can’t do this. I feel like I’m taking advantage of you. I mean, damn, I want you
so badly
, Brennan, but it’s too fast. This may be the first time in my life I’ve said this to someone, but I like you way too much to settle for a one-night stand.”

They locked eyes. Brennan clearly heard him, but it didn’t seem to change his mind and he didn’t back down. He surged forward, sucking on Luka’s lips. Pinching Luka’s nipple, Brennan hungrily swallowed Luka’s instant low groan. Brennan followed up this small victory by grabbing Luka’s backside and fitting their hips together, rocking deliberately against the hard, thick line of Luka’s cock straining against his slim-fitting pants. Luka’s cock jumped and he was radiating heat from head to toe. Growling back in his throat, Luka stroked a thumb through the hollow of Brennan’s cheek, caught Brennan’s lower lip between his teeth and tugged.

Then he made himself stop, breaking the kiss, but Brennan wasn’t backing off or letting go.

“What are you doing?” Luka managed.

“Fuck me. C’mon. I need it. It’s been too long and
god
you’re hot. I’ll beg. You want me to get down on my knees and beg for you to fuck me?”

“Wow, you are like... evil. And possibly the only person on Earth hornier than me, and that’s saying a lot. I’m
trying
to do the right thing here. And also? How long could it have been? You’re practically a
child
.”

“You can do the right thing and still fuck me,” Brennan teased, palming Luka through his pants before Luka knocked his hand away, pointing a finger of accusation at him.

With a stern expression he growled, “Stop it.”

“Make me,” Brennan smirked.

“Fucking hell! Okay, you asked for it.” Luka quickly crouched down, slung Brennan over his shoulder, took two steps forward and tossed him down onto the mattress only to climb on top of him, kneeling there and straddling his thighs. He grabbed Brennan’s wrists and pinned them down to the bed on either side of his head.

Not wasting a second, Brennan, flexible as he was, curled his legs up, slipping them out from between Luka’s legs to hook them around Luka’s waist. Grunting with effort, even though Brennan was a few inches shorter as well as slimmer than Luka, he twisted and rolled them so he was on top.

“How did you even
do
that? You’re so small!”

“Oh, I’m small? Really?” Brennan quickly guided Luka’s hand to his crotch and dove in, sealing their mouths together and licking back over Luka’s tongue.

“Mmm,” Luka hummed, kissing him back and rubbing along Brennan’s erection. Frantically, Brennan fumbled at the fly, pulling it open to give Luka more access. Luka’s hand slipped in under the waistband of Brennan’s underwear and closed up around his shaft. Brennan was
throbbing
, slick and wet with pre-come and moaned loudly, pushing into Luka’s hand as Luka started to pump him. Shuddering and thrusting desperately into Luka’s fist, Brennan planted his hands on the bed and closed his eyes.

Luka stared up at Brennan. Stroking a fingertip over Brennan’s quivering lower lip, he steadily increased the speed of his tugs, watching Brennan come more apart with every second that passed. Then, his body tensing, Brennan stopped riding Luka’s hand and he bit down on his lip, frowning. A strained whimper sounded back in his throat and he exhaled sharply through his nose.

“So sweet,” Luka sighed, cupping Brennan’s face.

“Slow down... you have to... I’m...
fuck
....”

Luka ignored this and dragged Brennan down by the back of his neck, sucking his lower lip and jacking him hard. Shuddering, Brennan came, spilling over Luka’s fingers, and over both of their shirts. He tried to pull back but Luka kept him there, worked him through it, humming with pleasure at each wrenching little cry that passed through Brennan’s lips and into Luka’s mouth.

“I’m sorry,” Brennan rasped when he was finally allowed to pull away. He was blushing fiercely and, for the first time since they met, had gone shy, not meeting Luka’s eyes. “Told you it’s been a while. I shouldn’t have—”

“Hey,” Luka hushed. “You needed it. And I wanted to.”

Brennan seemed to process this and nodded slowly. “Okay. So, what do you want? I could suck you or you can—”

“No,” Luka interrupted. “Not tonight. I meant it when I said I want to slow down.”

Still with lowered eyes, Brennan said softly, “Oh. You know, when you asked me out I thought it was because you wanted to screw around.”

“I did. I
do
. I mean, yeah, that’s usually my style, and wow, I never realized how terrible that is until now and I don’t know. You deserve better than that.”

“You don’t know me well enough to decide what I deserve,” Brennan accused.

“Hey, I’m trying to.”

Hope shone from Luka’s eyes. The honesty in it seemed to seep through Brennan’s defenses and soften him.

“I think I need to get cleaned up,” Brennan said, looking down at himself. “I’m sorry about your shirt.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Luka told him with a small smile. “Go ahead. I’m not going anywhere.”

“There’s a sink in the kitchen at the back of the house if you want to get washed up there. There’s only the one bathroom,” Brennan apologized.

“Okay,” Luka grinned. He watched Brennan go, his button-down shirt all rumpled and damp in patches, his pants hanging open in the front but his underwear at least protecting his modesty. “You were right about that ‘small’ thing by the way,” he called. “I totally take it back.”

“Thank you,” Brennan smirked, disappearing into the dimly lit hall. A light blinked on, shining from the bathroom, then was blocked as the door shut. Struggling up off the bed, taking a moment to try to tame his raging libido, Luka attempted to wilt his huge hard-on by thinking about the nasty, sweaty, stinky people from the gym that morning.

Long moments later, he headed out into the hallway. The bathroom door was open again but no one was inside.

Moonlight filtered through the windows and it was just enough to see by. Luka could just make out the kitchen in the distance, so he turned to go that way when someone stepped into the hall a few feet ahead of him.

It was Brennan but he was wearing other clothes now—a snug-fitting, worn t-shirt and jeans. And his hair was different. It looked... shorter.

“Brennan?” Luka squinted.

“Alek? Shit, what’re you....”

Baffled, Luka repeated, “...Alek?”

“Luka?” Brennan said, appearing from behind the door to the linen closet. “I just needed to grab a clean towel... oh. Hey, Evan.”

“
Evan
? No. Wait. You’re
...
Evan,” Luka pointed, looking between the perfectly identical pair. “Whoa. Oh my god. Oh my god,
you have a twin
!? What the fuck!? This is... incredibly... insanely... Whoa. You didn’t
tell me
you have a twin! Well, I didn’t tell you I have a twin either, so I guess I really have no room to complain.”

Brennan’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? No way. You have a twin, too? No. Okay, now I know you’re fucking with me.”

“I’m not fucking with you!”

“Evidence suggests otherwise,” Evan muttered, glancing at Brennan’s come-streaked, falling-off clothes and unzipped pants.

“Shit. Yeah. Christ. Excuse me. Luka, you’ll be cool for a minute if I, um...” Brennan fumbled, gesturing to the bathroom.

“Yeah. Yeah! Go ahead. I’ll just stare awkwardly at Evan or something. Probably.”

They stood there as Brennan hurried back to the bathroom with the towel. Evan chewed at his lip, hunching over like he wanted to disappear, and swirled the half-empty beer in his hands, glancing up through his long eyelashes at Luka who was indeed staring awkwardly at him, as promised. Evan looked exactly like Brennan, so much so that Luka had an overwhelming desire to stand them next to each other so he could compare and contrast. Their features were the same, right down to the placement of freckles. It was everything else that was different.

“That’s so weird,” Luka gushed. “Oh man. This is how I’ve been making people feel all my life, isn’t it? I’ve never met identical twins before, besides, you know. Myself. And Alek. Obviously.”

“So, you wanna borrow a shirt or something? ’Cause...” Evan nodded, tipping his beer toward the wet spot on Luka’s polo shirt.

Looking down at himself, Luka shut up quickly and ran a hand back restlessly through his hair. “Yes. Please. That’d be appreciated.”

Evan turned, walking into a darkened room located off of the center hall. Luka followed along behind him like a dog with its tail between his legs, embarrassed and confused. He accepted the shirt Evan handed over with a low, muttered, “Thanks. I’m sorry about that with your brother. Who is awesome, by the way. I swear I’m not just here to perv on him. It’s not just, you know, what it seems.”

“No problem,” Evan said, digging down into his pocket and coming out with a cigarette. His hand trembled slightly as he placed it between his lips and he seemed pale but Luka wrote it off to the shock of walking into the scene he just had. “You mind if I?”

“Nah. Your house, man.”

Evan nodded, lighting the cigarette and walking with Luka to the kitchen as he changed shirts, sitting down at the table and picking restlessly at his beer label. “Have a seat. Beer’s in the fridge.”

“Sure,” Luka agreed, sitting across from Evan. They were in better light, so he was able to study Evan closer, and the differences between him and Brennan. Luka found Evan’s hair was cut shorter and styled differently than Brennan’s, not to mention darker in color. Evan’s posture and body language, his expression and build were all wildly different too, but there was also so very much of the same. It was a little spooky. “Sorry for staring, but this is really fascinating.”

“What?” Evan shifted in his chair, sucking hard on the cigarette, blowing smoke out the side of his mouth.

“Well, you look like you should be the bad twin, with the cigarette and the beer and mild surliness and all. You know—the angel and the devil, that whole thing. It’s kind of this theory I have. Alek thinks I’m crazy. But anyway, I think Brennan is definitely the bad twin. I think you two got your disguises mixed up or something to throw the rest of us off.”

“Hmm.
Brennan’s
the bad twin?” Evan echoed, squinting at Luka, flicking ashes into the ashtray in the center of the table.

“Why, you don’t agree?”