Twin Ties 1: My Brother's Lover (34 page)

“Bren,” Evan rasped. He cupped the side of his brother’s face when he moved in close, licking the salty, thick taste of pre-come back over Evan’s tongue. Frantic, Brennan struggled to free himself from his drawstring pants.

Luka, hovering nearby, folded his arms and watched the action.

Brennan pulled his cock out, begging shamelessly, “Evan, touch me.
Please
.”

Growling, Evan nipped at Brennan’s plump lower lip and wrapped a fist around his brother’s cock, pumping him, setting a bruising pace that had Brennan bucking into his hand. He started to keen between kisses.

Inhaling sharply, Evan broke the kiss for a second as he tensed up, right at the edge. Frowning, mouth fallen open wide, hips coming forward, chasing the brutal suction of Alek’s mouth, Evan felt Brennan nuzzle his ear and say, “Lemme hear you come.”

Evan cried out, pushing helplessly into Alek. Alek’s hands locked down around Evan’s hips, holding him. Brennan swallowed the sound of Evan’s anguish in a soft kiss, heat radiating from him, caressing Evan’s lower abdomen as the muscles tensed.

His pace slowed temporarily by the distraction of his orgasm, Evan resumed jacking Brennan, working him quickly to his own release. Managing to glance down at Alek, then over at Luka, locking eyes with him, not looking away, Evan rasped, “Alek, wanna watch you suck Bren.”

Part of Evan understood what he was asking, that if it happened, turnabout was fair play. That was why he looked right at Luka when he said it.

Alek pulled off of Evan, wiping a hand over his mouth. Turning to Luka he asked seriously, “You okay with that?”

“Yeah,” Luka nodded, biting his thumb with a piercing stare at Evan. For a long moment, it was just the two of them—Luka and Evan. Luka’s predatory gaze skittered down over the debauched vision of him, milked dry, flushed and breathless in a post-coital, blissful daze. A wave of heat and bashfulness rocked Evan and he forced himself to look away.

Brennan twisted, sitting back on the couch and hissing through his teeth as Alek’s hand gripped tightly just under the head of his straining member. Closing his lips around Brennan, Alek took him in as deeply as he had Evan, giving him intense suction. Delicate crinkles formed in Brennan’s brow.

Shifting closer, turning sideways on the couch, and breathing hot against Brennan’s face, Evan caressed over his brother’s cheek and whispered, “Love you... so much....”

Brennan gasped sharply and writhed. He turned his face toward Evan and whimpered as Alek pulled off, pumping him until he came. Once Brennan was spent and Alek was crawling back up Brennan’s body, Evan chased the lingering flavor of Brennan in Alek’s mouth, kissing him and moaning.

Evan’s head was still spinning, and he couldn’t tell if it was from the blowjob or the booze. It all seemed like a dream, like it hadn’t really happened at all. He blinked and he was lying down lengthwise on the couch. Alek was zipping him up just enough to keep him decent, but not bothering with the button of his fly.

He blinked again and Brennan was sitting on the chair across the room, straddling Luka’s lap, facing Evan and leaning back into his boyfriend. Luka was whispering something into Brennan’s ear and unabashedly palming Brennan’s spent cock and balls, now tucked back inside his pants, squeezing him in gentle pulses and thrusting up sharply into his backside every now and then. Brennan looked dazed and unquestionably happy. Boneless, he let Luka do whatever he wanted with him.

It was so unreal, Evan wondered if he’d passed out next to Luka on the couch, waiting for Alek to get back, and was dreaming the whole thing.

But the weight of Alek when he laid half-atop him, gazing contentedly down at him and touching him with gentle little caresses, seemed real enough.

“Hey,” Alek grinned. He tried to shift slightly to the side, then resettled. “Can’t leave you for a minute, can I?” Alek teased.

“Mm. You’re amazing. That was amazing,” Evan smiled.

The room was darker than it was before. Light had been filtering in from the hall and kitchen, but now it was gone, shut off, leaving them with only the bluish glow from the television to see by. Evan’s gaze flicked to the side, over to the large chair brought to the house by his brother and the debauched sight of him being groped in it, then came hurriedly back to Alek. All he made out in the split-second glance was how Luka’s hand was now inside Brennan’s pants, pushed very low and working under the fabric. Brennan’s legs were drawn up, braced on the front of the chair, his hips tilted. His breath catching, Evan forced himself not to look again.

“You wanna watch? It’s okay,” Alek assured him.

“They’re not—?” Evan started. He glanced back at the chair. Luka was sucking on Brennan’s neck and there was no doubt what he was doing to Brennan from the expression on Brennan’s face alone. Evan swallowed thickly and felt his heart jump in his chest.

“I’m pretty sure they are.” Alek raised the volume of his voice and asked without looking around, “Is it okay if we stick around or you want us to leave?”

“Stay,” Brennan rasped. The hand working between his legs snapped inward and Brennan made a small, startled, half-gasp, half-whimper. His legs fell open wider and his breath quickened.

Luka locked eyes with Evan, who had been watching Brennan with wonder. Tossing the hair back from his face, Luka grinned, daring Evan with a look to not watch, and somehow suggesting even filthier things without even saying a word. Luka stared right into Evan’s eyes and pumped his fingers deeper into Brennan, causing him to exhale sharply and writhe. It was like Evan could feel it as if he was Brennan—Luka fingering him open, getting him ready and taking him apart.

Leaving never occurred to Evan after that; he was too entranced to move a muscle. As Luka withdrew his fingers from Brennan, he whispered something to his lover who reared up enough to shift his pants down in the back. When Luka freed himself, slicking on a condom, he held Evan’s stare.

Almost unable to catch his breath, Evan felt Alek rest a hand over his heart, tracing gentle arcs there as he kissed a line up Evan’s neck and teased his earlobe with teeth and tongue. Evan held on to Alek and tensed bodily as Brennan, with bowed head and closed eyes, was guided down onto Luka by Luka’s big, thick hands braced on his hips. Then Luka thrust upward—sharply. Brennan made a soft, desperate cry, his face creased with fine worry lines, his full lips parted around small, continuous gasps. Luka sighed, breathing roughly against Brennan’s sweat-streaked neck. Slowly, Brennan sank the rest of the way down until he was flush with Luka.

“Bren, look. Evan’s watching us,” Luka urged, but Brennan didn’t, or couldn’t. He knew Evan was watching. Perhaps the knowing was enough. Seeing it might have been more intense than he could handle yet.

As soon as Brennan started to move, working himself on Luka, bouncing on his cock slowly at first, circling his hips in little swoops, Evan closed his eyes. A shiver raced through him and he turned toward Alek. Alek moaned softly and grabbed for Evan’s outer leg, guiding it up and hooking it behind Alek’s back. The lay tangled there, listening as Brennan and Luka made love, the soft slapping of flesh against flesh, the gasps and groans.

Sometime after they’d finished, Alek whispered into Evan’s ear, “Bedroom?”

Nodding his assent, Evan let Alek lead him from the room, his eyes downcast until they were alone and tumbling together to the bed.

Alek slid in under the covers in Brennan’s bed and got comfortable, fluffing the pillow and sighing as he stretched out. He rolled over and waited, awake enough at the moment to begin to feel the stirrings of his thoughts reviving as well.

A warm, solid body pressed up behind him. An arm wrapped his chest in a lover’s embrace.

“Did we do the right thing?”

“We’ll find out, I guess,” Alek admitted softly. “Was this your idea?”

“What do you think?”

“Hmm.”

“How’s Evan?”

“He’s okay, actually. Quiet, but okay. Brennan?”

“Determined. But I guess you figured that out already, since he kicked your ass out of bed. I don’t think he’s going to stop until he has what he wants. The only one who can stop him now is Evan.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“I don’t know. I understand. But I told him what happened, you know. With us. That night. He knows no means no. So, don’t worry about Evan.”

A pain stabbed at Alek’s heart. He winced noticeably.

“Aleksy,” Luka sighed, kissing his shoulder. “When are you gonna stop beating yourself up over that?”

“Never.”

“But I forgive you,” Luka hissed, sounding hurt. “You know that.”

Alek pulled Luka’s arm tighter around him, unable to reply with words. They’d discussed that night so many times, words were meaningless anymore.

“How can we let them make the same mistakes we did? How can we do that if we love them?”

“We can’t decide this for them. This is happening whether we’re involved or not, so it’s safer for them if we are involved. You were there, tonight. You saw. Hell, you tasted them, too. It’s too late. I think it was too late even before we met them. They would have gotten here, one way or another.”

“Would they? Really?”

Stillness blanketed the room for long moments, until Luka’s parted lips dragged gently up the back of Alek’s neck, skimming over the skin. He whispered, almost too softly to hear, “
We
could stop, you know. We could put an end to this. Once and for all.”

Alek arched. Luka’s bitten-short fingernails scratched roughly over Alek’s abdomen. “What do you say, Aleksy? Should we stop? Because it’s
wrong
.”

“Shut up,” Alek hissed. “Just... shut up...” Spinning in Luka’s arms, he tucked himself as deeply into the embrace as he could get, losing himself in the safety of hard choices made and set in stone long, long ago.

It was sometime in the middle of the night when Evan, who had fallen asleep with Alek, woke to find his own reflection gazing sleepily back at him when he opened his eyes.

Evan mumbled, “Bren?”

Brennan wove their fingers together, their hands linked on the soft bedding between their chests.

“Yeah. Go back to sleep. I just wanted to be near you.”

Evan frowned deeply. He shifted slightly closer to his brother and got a better grip on his hand.

“I just wanted you.”

“Feels better when you’re close,” Evan muttered in agreement, his voice thick with sleep.

Seeming not nearly as drowsy as Evan was, Brennan appeared to measure Evan’s every reaction. Placing a tender kiss to the center of Evan’s forehead, Brennan followed it with more kisses that traveled down the side of his nose to his mouth.

“Why...
mm
... why do we keep... kissing, and... what....”

“Feels better when you’re close,” Brennan replied, echoing his brother but the words now laden with subtext. The soft, wet sucking sounds of their kisses were overloud in the room. It went on and on, deepening, becoming more passionate, fervent until Evan stopped to catch his breath.

Brennan told him, “Roll over.”

Evan grumbled in question, but did it anyway, tucking the pillow under his head and curling up. Brennan spooned behind him.

Then, suddenly, Evan wasn’t so sleepy. He kept perfectly still. After another moment, he pressed back slightly into Brennan, wanting more contact, and getting it. Evan could feel the hard line of his brother’s swollen erection nestled in the crease of his backside. It sent a thrill rippling through Evan’s gut, and he closed his eyes, focusing on the obscenely intimate touch. Just like that, as if joined psychically, Brennan moved. It was subtle but real as he rocked forward against Evan, thrusting gently up and through the crevice. Brennan exhaled sharply and Evan could feel Brennan’s full, warm lips tickling at the back of his neck, right along his spinal column.

Grasping Evan’s shoulder, Brennan oh-so-quietly moaned Evan’s name. It was enough. It was what made it happen—the raw, needy, complex ache in Brennan’s sweet voice. Evan felt how Brennan had chosen this. It wasn’t an accident of circumstances. Brennan came to Evan’s bed. He left Luka’s side, asked Alek to leave, and took his place. There was no doubt about why this was happening.

Evan hooked a thumb in the waistband of his boxers, the only thing he was wearing, and tugged them slowly down so the elastic band hugged just under the curve of his ass. Evan’s stomach fluttered with jittery nerves and he held his breath.

Exhaling roughly, Brennan caressed down to the bared skin. He hesitated, resting his hand on side of Evan’s buttocks and asked, “Yes or no? Evan....”

“Yes,” Evan sighed. In his heart, he prayed for the mercy of whatever god might have been watching over them, knowing it was never really a choice. He’d wanted this since he first laid eyes on the beautiful creature now sharing his bed. Evan was Brennan’s and if Brennan wanted to claim him, Evan would let him.

After a pause in which he seemed to steel himself, Brennan pushed at Evan’s left hip, guiding him onto his stomach instead of his side. Evan trembled, his breathing suddenly labored. He knew there was no way Brennan was turning back. He traced down Evan’s crack and found his opening, pushing two fingers through. They went in easily, and Brennan choked off a moan. “You’re still loose. Alek—he took you, didn’t he? Before you fell asleep.
Evan
.” He greedily stroked Evan’s inner walls.