Twin Ties 1: My Brother's Lover (29 page)

“Can you take it? It’s okay if you can’t. We can improvise. I mean, you are pretty tiny.”

“I can take it. And don’t call me tiny. But Christ, Luka. Didn’t really expect that.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sure.”

“Okay. Well this’ll help. You just lay there and stay loose for me. You don’t have to do a damn thing.”

“Mm, sounds good.”

At first it was just a deep tissue massage. Luka worked at Brennan’s shoulders, his neck, down his back along his spine, his flanks, arms, and thighs. It was divine and probably the best massage of Brennan’s life. Luka avoided all intimate touching for a good twenty minutes. Then he generously coated the toy in his hand with lubricant and got ready to use it. Keeping his left hand busy grinding into the small of Brennan’s back with his knuckles, he broke up a knot of tension there.

Distracting Brennan with the back rub, Luka surprised him by rubbing the pad of his thumb up over the smooth patch of skin of his perineum and up to his hole, then stroking over it with firm pressure in tiny circles.

Brennan’s breath caught. His lips parted in a soundless exhale and he clenched his buttocks reflexively. Luka crooked the thumb and pushed, pressing deliberately though the ring of muscle, forcing his way inside. Brennan parted, hugged around the finger as Luka rubbed dry just inside Brennan’s rim. The feel of it, especially after so long a wait, made Brennan’s toes curl. He panted softly as Luka withdrew the thumb and rubbed over Brennan’s opening, up through his ass crack and back down again. Without hesitation or restraint he plunged the thumb inside in one stroke, holding there and stroking over Brennan’s inner walls.

Brennan moaned freely, the sound jolted from him. He shivered as goosebumps covered his skin from head to toe. The friction of Luka’s gentle rubbing drew Brennan’s blood right there, turning him on, making everything feel even better. Luka rubbed his left hand up the curve of Brennan’s spine to the nape of his neck, then out over his shoulder.

Leaning in closely, Luka growled softly to him, “I’m gonna fuck you hard. Gonna make you take fuckin’ all of me. You say you want cock so badly? I’ll give it to you.”

Brennan moaned and rocked down into the mattress to relieve some of the maddening pressure building in him. He greedily rubbed his erection into the bed, then pushed his ass back onto Luka’s completely buried thumb.

“More,” he begged, unashamed.

“Oh, I’ll give ya more, babydoll. I’ll give you all you can handle and then some.” He tugged the finger out and replaced it with the tip of a toy, wriggling it teasingly at Brennan’s opening, prying him apart with it as he worked it an inch or so inside.

Brennan choked off a keening cry, not holding back at all, just letting it all out. His fingers splayed wide at his sides, seeking for something to grab on to, finding nothing. He pivoted his wrists and grabbed at the sheet under him. Luka continued to knead the muscle of Brennan’s shoulder, using the hold to simultaneously keep him pinned flat to the bed as he made Brennan take more of the tapered object. It was only about two inches in, but already had him pulled open wide, stretched tight around it. Luka twisted the toy and moved it shallowly in and out, working his way deeper.

“How’s it feel?”

“Thick,” Brennan croaked. He wasn’t rocking against the bed anymore. It was all he could do to lay still and stay relaxed as the burning stretch of his sphincter demanded all of his attention. The toy was sliding easily enough, but it was the sheer size that was the issue. He couldn’t believe Luka was still massaging him while he was inserting it. The combination of soothing, calming touch and intense, intimate violation was maddeningly arousing.

Once the toy was about four inches in, Luka let go of it, allowing it to protrude from Brennan’s asshole as he went back to rubbing wide circles on Brennan’s back and kneading down the backs of his thighs, one at a time.

Brennan was moaning and trembling slightly. Sweat beaded all over his body. Having the toy lodged in him, slipping slowly back out as he clenched in flutters around it, was driving him insane. As soon as it started to creep back out, Luka grabbed it and slid it back in as far as Brennan’s body would let it go. When Luka started trailing the point of his tongue down the center of his back, licking up the salty beads and leaving a cool trail in his wake, Brennan started to beg wantonly.

“Luka... oh fuck... you have to... I can’t take it...” he panted.

“I don’t have to do anything. I’m just playing with you. You played with me for a long, long time, didn’cha? Trying to seduce me. Putting on that crazy-making show this morning, making me so hard I thought my dick was just gonna break off if I touched it. And besides, you said four inches was nothing. This is only four inches, Cupcake. Can you feel it yet?”

“You dirty motherfucker.
You’re
the evil one. You.”

Luka laughed darkly. “No, this is just sweet, sweet revenge. I want you to know exactly what you get when you fuck with me and try to play your little games. I’m just gonna take it out of your gorgeous, luscious ass.”

Shifting suddenly lower, Luka scraped his teeth over the firm swell of Brennan’s backside, then sucked kisses to it, licked in wide stripes over it. He took his time working the toy back out, rocking it as it withdrew. Then he dropped it to the bed and formed his right hand into a tapered shape as well before he inserted three fingers in one stroke. They went in easily and Luka hummed happily, nipping love bites at Brennan’s buttocks. He licked his way up to the dimples in Brennan’s lower back and tasted those too.

“I think you’re ready,” Luka grinned.

“Oh thank god.”

“So, any preference how we do this? Favorite position?”

Brennan, still blindfolded, got up on his hands and knees and moved closer to the headboard, feeling for it. He bent over sharply at the waist and listened to Luka rip open the condom wrapper. Grabbing his ass with both hands, Brennan pulled himself open and stuck out his ass, waiting and ready for Luka to put his cock in.

“Jesus
fuck
,” Luka moaned. “Yeah, that’s a good fuckin’ position. Let’s go with that one. Okay, Cupcake, show me what’cha got. I swear, you’re the sweetest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

He lined up, the condom rolled on. As soon as Brennan felt him there, he pushed back onto Luka. All Luka had to do was stay right where he was as Brennan impaled himself on Luka’s thick cock. Brennan braced a hand on the bed and moaned, the sound guttural and raw.

“So fuckin’ huge,” Brennan rasped.

Luka moaned freely, and goaded Brennan on. “Come on. Doin’ so good.”

Caressing lazily over Brennan’s narrow waist and the sides of his ass, Luka growled when his nimble young lover started to fuck himself back onto his cock. He bounced shallowly on it at first, keeping a firm grip on the headboard, then when he found his rhythm and grew more comfortable, he sped up, moving faster, taking him in deeper, longer thrusts. Luka’s girth slammed into him, but Brennan knew just what the angle should be to hit his sweet spot, just how to clench to make it better for Luka, too.

Luka released a shattered, powerful moan and growled even more loudly, breathing roughly through clenched teeth. “Not fair. So fucking not fair.”

He lasted a few more moments, then pistoned forward, driving hard into Brennan’s grinding thrust back onto him. Slamming into him up to the hilt, Luka then looped a hand around Brennan’s pelvis to hold him there. Luka gasped, shuddered as he came, spilling into the condom and nuzzling the back of Brennan’s neck. Brennan circled his hips slowly as Luka tugged shallowly out and pushed back in, riding it out.

“Okay? Hmm?” Brennan purred softly from over his shoulder. Luka found his lover’s lips and kissed them tenderly.

“Yeah,” Luka sighed.

“Lay down next to me. On your back. Gonna straddle you and feed you my cock, okay?”

Luka whimpered.

Taking off the blindfold, Brennan saw Luka clumsily—like his bones had been mysteriously replaced with spaghetti—get into the requested position. Then he guided Brennan into place, his knees planted right under Luka’s arms. Brennan put on a condom and lowered his straining hard-on to Luka’s eager, soft and supple lips. Luka gripped Brennan’s hips, opened wide and took him back, lips sealed tight around him, frowning and moaning as he sucked and allowed Brennan to thrust as deeply as he wanted to go. Brennan tangled his fingers in Luka’s long hair and rode his mouth, too desperate and worked-up to be gentle or hesitant. It was over quickly, but Luka didn’t release Brennan until he was soft and too oversensitive to be able to stand any more stimulation.

Brennan shifted down and fell in a heap on top of Luka.

“I love you so fucking much,” Luka panted, clinging to Brennan’s smaller form.

“Ditto,” Brennan agreed. “Tell me when the room stops spinning.”

Seconds later, there was a knock at the door. It opened a crack and Alek said to them, “Hey. Bathroom’s open. There are fresh towels in there and hot coffee and breakfast ready when you’re out. I’m guessing you’ll both need it after that performance. Very impressive, by the way.”

“Thanks! You rock, Aleksy,” Luka called, waving a hand deliriously.

“Yep,” Alek nodded, retreating.

“Oh. Wow. That’s... So they heard everything.”

“Everything. I’m actually disappointed they didn’t just come in and watch. Eh, maybe next time,” he shrugged.

“When did life get so damn weird?”

“Mm. I love weird. But I love you more.”

“See? We should have done this sooner,” Brennan grinned.

Luka appeared to consider this then gave him a squeeze, “I don’t know, the anticipation’s half the fun. No regrets.”

Brennan propped himself up and met Luka’s gaze. “No regrets,” he agreed.

“Brennan,” he confessed quietly and sincerely, cupping Brennan’s jaw, “I really didn’t think I was gonna fall this hard.”

Brennan exhaled sharply and fiercely held Luka’s loving gaze. At first Luka seemed confused by his masked expression, but when Brennan angrily rubbed the heel of his hand at his eyes, wiping away gathering tears, Luka sighed and pressed a kiss to the center of his forehead.

“Baby, please don’t cry. You’re gonna break my damn heart.”

Brennan sniffed and hid his face in Luka’s expansive chest, waiting for the strong wave of emotion to pass. His gratitude was so profound, he couldn’t process it. He couldn’t even begin to try. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re my best friend, but you’re so much more than that. I’m yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Then that makes me the luckiest guy in the world.”

Brennan waited in the hall by Evan’s closed-over door with a hand braced on the frame. The back screen door slapped shut as Alek and Luka both headed outside. Absolute silence fell within the home.

There was a pull drawing Brennan to Evan, and it was part curiosity, part need and a vague sense Evan needed him too. He hoped it was true. Evan’s innate ability to be loyal and heart-stoppingly sincere took Brennan’s breath away. Evan was so different than any other guy Brennan had ever known. As soon as you were beneath the surface with him, you were cherished. You were important. Oh, how Brennan longed to be all of those things. The things Evan could give him would fill the empty places which had always left Brennan searching for love through casual sex. But there was nothing casual with Evan, and that was the best part about him. That was why Brennan was standing there—despite it all, despite the ways he knew the world worked and the warnings in his own heart—doing everything he could to get Evan to let him in.

After a beat, Brennan knocked gently. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, so the knocking was done more out of courtesy than necessity. Plus, he wasn’t entirely sure Evan was even awake yet.

“Yeah. C’min, Bren,” Evan murmured.

“How’d you know it was me?” Brennan asked, getting only a quirked eyebrow in reply. “Acoustics again?”

“Nah, you’re the only one that’d bother to knock.” Evan was curled up on his side in bed, lying under the sheet. He was bare-chested, gorgeous and groggy with sleep. Brennan had to make an effort not to stare and wonder if Evan was wearing anything on his lower half, focusing deliberately on Evan’s face instead. But Evan was distracted, gazing intently at a scrap of paper, folded in half and left propped on his nightstand, placed just inches away from him. A duffel bag had been left on the floor between where Brennan was hovering in the doorway and the bed. Brennan figured it must have been Alek’s.

Sidling slowly farther inside, Brennan brought to the bed a tray loaded down with nearly every food group and breakfast option known to man.

“Alek asked me to bring this to you,” Brennan told him, leaving out the part about how much Brennan wanted to have an excuse to visit his brother. “He made all of it. The three of us already ate together in the kitchen. He said he was letting you sleep in.”

Setting the tray safely out of the way on the floor, Brennan leaned over to peek at the note that had Evan’s full attention. There was just enough time to make out ‘good morning, sleepyhead,’ before Evan’s hand darted out to turn it facedown.

“You guys got to hang out a little then? That’s cool.” Now the note was hidden, Evan became fixated on the duffel, like he had to keep his eye on the evidence Alek had been there, and hadn’t left yet.

“Yeah. You should have come out and joined us.” Brennan sat on the edge of the bed, by where Evan’s knees were curled up. Evan rolled self-consciously onto his back, putting a few extra inches of space between himself and his brother. He grasped the folds in the sheet, draped so everything from his navel down was covered and stared at his hands. He seemed quieter than usual, more introverted. It caused a prickling of worry. Brennan wondered what was going on, intrigued by the constant flickering of clouded thoughts in Evan’s shadowed eyes. “Why didn’t you?”

Evan shrugged. “I just woke up, and I didn’t want it to be weird, I guess, with all of us in the same room. Plus, I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“I can tell. So does Alek.”