Twin Ties 1: My Brother's Lover (18 page)

The position was completely different and Evan’s breath was stolen by how deep Alek went on the first push. He moaned loudly and grabbed his knees.

Alek let go of Evan’s legs, pressed down into him, and braced his arms on the bed beside Evan’s head. Starting to move, he fucked Evan’s tender orifice as gently and carefully as he could.

Staring down between their bodies, Evan was watching what he could of Alek’s darkly flushed, fattened cock driving into him again and again. Evan’s hand went right to his cock as it stiffened in seconds, dragging wet lines over his abdomen. The evidence of Evan’s pleasure spurred Alek on.

There didn’t seem to be much discomfort for Evan that second time. He moaned with pleasure, pressing down onto Alek and wrapping his fingers around his cock in an attempt to get off.

However, Alek batted Evan’s hand away from his erection as soon as he started pulling on it. “No. Just let me.”

“But, Alek,” Evan complained.

“Just let me. Just enjoy it.”

“I kinda
am
. That’s...
Jesus
... kinda the problem here.”

“No,” Alek growled, taking Evan’s wrists and pinning them in place, crossed above his head. He picked up the pace, pumping into Evan a little faster and harder than before, his pelvis slapping against Evan’s buttocks. Evan’s cock slapped against his belly with the force of Alek’s thrusts, straining and getting darker, copiously weeping pre-come. Whimpering, Evan arched, taking it all. His eyes rolled back; his head tilted back into the pillow. Growling again, Alek surged down, sucking on Evan’s pulse point.

Evan’s cries got lower and rawer the longer it went on.

“Alek,
please
let me come.”

“Goddamn, you really do love it, don’t you? Look at you, begging to be touched. You love having your ass stuffed full of my cock that much?”

Evan moaned, rocking down against each of Alek’s thrusts, rolling his hips.

Alek hissed out a curse and suddenly pulled out, stripping off the condom. “Hold your legs open!”

Evan grabbed his knees, pulling them open and apart. Alek fisted his dick, squeezing up to the tip only twice before he was coming hot and thick, spurting a huge load all over Evan’s gaping, reddened asshole, over his balls and shaft. Gasping, tingling from head to toe, Alek smeared it all around on him once he was only pulsing dry, rubbing his spunk over Evan’s ass, over his balls and up his dick with one slow, squelching squeeze.

Evan’s body went tight as a rubber band and his hips snapped up into the touch. He was right on the knife’s edge. Alek lowered his mouth onto him, kissing the head of Evan’s cock, licking his own semen from it, then took Evan back into his mouth. One long, deep suck was all it took. Then Evan was unloading down Alek’s throat, their come mixing together there. Evan cried out with his climax, and Alek drew it out for him as long as he could. Then he climbed back up Evan’s body, cupped Evan’s face with his hands and chased his mouth.

Evan reacted instinctively, as Alek knew he would. He opened right up for a kiss. Alek’s tongue pushed past Evan’s lips, feeding him the mix of their come, licking it back over Evan’s tongue.

Evan’s eyes shot open and he moaned, but Alek held him still, waited for him to swallow some of it and kept on kissing him until Evan was gasping for breath.

They broke apart and Alek wiped away a stray drop of milky fluid from the corner of Evan’s mouth. Smiling and sated, Alek praised him with, “You’re obedient. I really like that. It’s sexy as hell. And I will never,
ever
, get tired of fucking you. I’ve never had better. I mean it.”

Evan’s eyes closed bashfully, his long eyelashes resting against freckled skin.

“Sleepy?”

“Yeah.”

Alek sat up and grabbed another wipe or two to clean Evan off. Lying down beside him when that was done, Alek reached between Evan’s legs to finger him. He’d become more swollen. The delicate tissue of his rim was puffy and hot.

“Sore?”

“Yeah. A little,” Evan admitted.

“Want some ice? A cool washcloth? I’ll get whatever you want, if it’ll help.”

“Nah. Just wanna sleep.”

Alek kissed Evan’s temple and smiled when Evan pulled Alek’s arm around him, cuddling it.

After drifting off again, Alek dreamt of Evan. But things kept getting confused as they each multiplied, doubling and tripling. More than two hands caressed over Evan’s naked body, and Alek had two glistening bodies before him, each young, tight, and lean and dusted with freckles; two voices cried out, pleading and begging for him to devour and plunder.

Luka was awakened little by little, pulled layer by filmy layer from his heavy, dreamless sleep by the gentle hitching of Brennan’s chest and his soft sniffling. It wasn’t unexpected, but expecting something didn’t make it any less hard to face once it was actually happening. Years ago, when it had become horribly clear to him that he was on his own, with Alek being the only family left who mattered, Luka used to wake up crying a lot, too. Those painful, early morning revelations were what set him on the path to drugs, underage, sometimes-forced sex with multiple partners, incest, self-destruction—all sorts of demons he was still dealing with every day.

Wanting better, so much better than that for Brennan, wanting him to know at least that he wasn’t alone, Luka tightened his embrace around Brennan before he was even conscious enough to open his eyes. Acting instinctively, Luka lightly brushed Brennan’s skin with gentle back-and-forth strokes of his fingertips. He pressed his lips against the top of Brennan’s shoulder and cracked his eyes open.

Brennan had the heels of his hands pressed hard against his eye sockets. His lips were turned down at the corners like he was trying not to cry. Small whines sounded back in his throat, coupled with sniffles and hiccups. It broke Luka’s heart to witness.

“I’m sorry,” Brennan croaked. “Christ, I thought it’d be different with you here, that I wouldn’t act like such a baby for once. I’m so stupid.”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Luka hushed. “You don’t have to explain anything. Not to me. You’re
supposed
to be grieving.”

“But it’s not fair to you!” Brennan cried. “God, what must you think of me? It’s just that there’s been so much to process recently and I don’t know what to do.”

Brennan pressed back into Luka’s embrace, burrowing farther into it for a precious second before changing his mind and rolling over to face him instead. With balled-up fists, Brennan pressed his face against Luka’s chest and let out a long-held breath right before sucking it right back in.

“Bren, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. You’ll get through this.”

“Why did she have to die? Why did she just leave me here alone? I don’t want to be alone.”

“You aren’t alone. You aren’t.”

Luka brushed the hair back from Brennan’s face, determined to wait with him until the pain eased back.

It took a good fifteen minutes before Brennan had calmed down and was breathing more regularly.

It was more than the loss of his mother. It was the absence of his father and the near-loss of his brother, though Luka didn’t know that much.

Brennan had a revelation, lying there in Luka’s arms. He understood how depressed and confused Evan had been. He also understood the current stress that was affecting Evan, and could guess at how overwhelming it must have been for him—dealing with Brennan’s sudden presence, having to confront the darkest aspects of his past, being judged, and being outed before he was ready. Brennan knew what he needed to do, for Evan and his own peace of mind.

Pulling free of Luka’s encircling hold very reluctantly, he sat up and picked at his nails.

“Do me a huge favor?”

“Name it,” Luka said.

“Is there somewhere I can store some stuff? Somewhere safe and private? It’s important.”

“Yeah. Yeah I think so. What’s this about?”

Brennan tensed. He battled against the ever-swelling tide of grief inside and gathered his courage. Maggie might have been gone, but Evan was still there and Evan needed Brennan’s help, whether he could admit it or not. Brennan had to look out for Evan. It wasn’t even a choice, it was a realization. Maybe it used to be Jimmy who watched out for Evan in Charlie’s absence, but Evan had more than that now. Brennan could read Evan better than Jimmy or Charlie ever could. Evan might still be tempted to hurt himself. Brennan needed to lessen Evan’s ability to do so. Buoyed by the chance to make a difference and do something positive for Evan, Brennan explained, “I need to keep my brother safe. That’s my job now. No one else is going to do it but me. I need to make sure he can’t hurt himself anymore.”

“Bren,” Luka sighed.

“I have to! You don’t know! I almost lost him!
Really
lost him, and I can’t take the chance.” Fear, stark and undiluted, radiated from him. In response, Luka took Brennan’s hand in his own.

“What are you thinkin’?”

“Get rid of Evan’s gun and any other weapons that are lying around. If I lock ’em up and don’t tell him where they are, he can’t do something stupid.”

Dumbstruck, Luka rolled onto his back. He took a moment before suggesting, “Maybe if you talk to him, tell him how worried you are about him?”

Brennan shook his head. Evan would have never agreed to give up his gun or lock up the butcher knives in the kitchen. And Brennan wouldn’t be able to sleep another night knowing that under Evan’s bed lay the means to his end. One dark mood or one bad decision could permanently rob Brennan of the most important person left to him.

“Please, Luka.
Please
just help me with this. I’ll talk to him too, okay? And you can’t say a word to anyone, not even Alek. It’d be a breach of trust. Evan would
hate
me.”

Crestfallen, Luka looked at Brennan with a cold, hollow sort of realization. “He tried to kill himself, didn’t he?”

Brennan turned away, quickly losing the battle against the tears, not wanting to subject Luka to any more. He got off the bed and darted from the room completely.

“Brennan!” Luka called after him.

The handgun Brennan found right away. Then he searched Evan’s whole room, top to bottom, for anything else. Luckily that was the only object of concern, so next Brennan hit the medicine cabinets and the kitchen. There wasn’t much. Whatever he couldn’t flush fit easily enough inside Brennan’s backpack from high school.

Once he had it all in there, under his control, he felt better. He was more composed and calm. Luka got washed, dressed and ready to go. In a few more minutes, Brennan was, too.

With the backpack slung over his shoulder, Brennan ran his fingers back through his still-damp hair in a nervous gesture, pushing it out of his eyes.

“I’m taking you to my friend Jamie’s,” Luka said. “He’s got a decent-sized vault in his place where he locks up his own guns and some other expensive shit. I just called him and he said he’s fine with holding on to your stuff for a little while.”

“Look, I’ll make it up to you okay? The crying, the drama—whatever you want. Lap dance, massage, kinky sex....”

Up until this point, Luka’s expression had been a sullen one, very uncharacteristic for him, but upon hearing Brennan’s offer, dimples dented his cheeks. He bowed his head to hide what he probably felt was an inappropriate grin. Hair fell in front of his eyes. “Ahem. Okay, then. Gotta admit, lap dance got my attention but you really don’t owe me anything, Bren. If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be here. Simple as that. Wanna pick up some breakfast while we’re out?”

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” Brennan smiled. His gaze drifted over to the meditation altar for a second as they both moved to leave.

“What?” Luka asked.

Brennan shook his head. “Oh, nothing. I just usually meditate when I wake up. Do some naked yoga. Feels weird not to, especially when I’m this off-kilter about everything.”

Luka’s eyes went wide, nearly bugging out of his head. He blinked. “Wow. Excuse me, I just got some
majorly
vivid... sorry, naked what now?”

“Yoga,” Brennan supplied.

“Ooh! That’s what I want. Watch you do some naked yoga. Maybe if we hurry we could get to Jamie’s and come right back so that you don’t have to miss your daily, um, naked time. Is touching allowed? It would be awesome if touching was allowed. Minimal penetration, I promise. God, you are really just beating the shit out of my willpower, you know that?”

Brennan burst into bright laughter, doubling over and bracing his hands on his thighs. He straightened back up once he composed himself. “Did you seriously just promise me minimal penetration?”

“Or there could be
more
, if that’s better.
I
think it’s better. Wow, now I’m just thinking of all the ways I want to penetrate you. Um, yeah. We should go. Quickly. Or at least move out of the bedroom before the rest of my brain dribbles down into my dick. Have I told you how awesome you are? Because you are. Awesome.”

“Well, you told me I’m evil.”

“Oh, you’re still evil.”

“But also awesome?”

“Yes. Also awesome.”

Planting his hands on his narrow hips, Luka gestured at the opened bedroom door expectantly. He cleared his throat loudly for emphasis and raised his eyebrows.