Twin Ties 1: My Brother's Lover (27 page)

Alek shrugs. “You never know. Oh, and of course you have to tell me every little detail. Or let us watch.”

Evan hummed. Alek felt Evan’s dick twitch, nudging him, before Evan shifted to wrap his legs around Alek. Brushing his lips lightly over Evan’s, Alek sighed and pulled Evan’s left leg higher. He rubbed up Evan’s calf, past his knee to the thick muscle of his thigh. The tip of Alek’s tongue teased up the center of Evan’s upper lip, which was warm, soft and tasted faintly of rum.

“Did he use tongue?”

“No,” Evan answered. He swallowed a grunt when Alek’s hand rubbed over the curve of his ass, stopping at the spot where the plug flared out, nestled snugly, flush against his body. Alek pushed firmly at the center of the plug’s base with two fingers. Evan arched his back, his hips tilting in response to the added pressure, and he began breathing more roughly through his nose. Loving every little reaction, wanting to push each one of Evan’s buttons, especially the ones he never knew he had, Alek focused his efforts. “Just lips. But it went on for a while. It was nice.”

“I bet,” Alek teased.

Hesitantly, Evan asked, “Can I be on top?”

“Sure,” Alek said, amused. He sat back on his heels, letting Evan get up, lying down in his place. The sun had set and the sky was a riot of color and wispy clouds. The crickets were starting to chirp louder and the glow from the candles shone into the truck’s bed.

Evan stripped off his shirt and opened his pants, too. As he pushed them down slightly, only to dip his head and shove Alek’s shirt up and out of the way, he licked a wet stripe up the center of Alek’s abs.

With a hum of pleasure at seeing Evan act rather than simply react, Alek observed, “Guess you’re ready for this, then?”

“Yeah,” Evan sighed, licking over to Alek’s right nipple, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. The sensation made Alek’s breath catch, especially because it was sweet, young Evan causing it. He pushed up into the wet, tickling touch, palming the back of Evan’s head and pulling him in closer. Evan sealed his lips around the dark, peaked circle and sucked gently on it while his fingers twisted and pulled at Alek’s fly, trying to get it all the way open.

Could it be that simply not being held down, being on top rather than underneath freed Evan’s inhibitions that much? Alek was captivated, craving everything Evan wanted to give him.

He kissed his way back down Alek’s torso, murmuring between sucking presses of his full, dark lips, “My ass has been throbbing for too damn long. Everything’s really sensitive. All I can think about is getting your cock in me. And doing this.”

He pulled Alek free of his underwear and licked greedily over the reddened, slick, plum-shaped head of Alek’s huge cock. Closing his lips over it in an intimate, obscene kiss, he opened wider and let the silken, rock-hard member slide back over his tongue, taking as much in as he could, then sucking as he pulled back off.

“Fuck,” Alek hissed, palming the back of Evan’s head and thrusting back inside, pushing deeper. Evan struggled with it at first, his eyes tearing up, but then he relaxed into it, letting Alek pump in and out of his throat a few times before pulling off completely. “Take your pants off. C’mere.”

Evan kicked the jeans away and settled atop Alek’s hips, thrusting gently against Alek’s thick, wet, dark erection to get some relief.

“Good. Now bend over a little more. Push your ass out for me.”

Evan braced a hand on the mattress beside Alek, letting his other rest on Alek’s broad, bare chest as he knelt over him, hovering above him.

“Yeah. That’s it. Now just relax. Don’t clench up.”

Alek caressed lightly along Evan’s sides, reaching back around his backside until he found the plug’s base, grabbing the edge. He pulled at it with just enough force to get it moving, tugging against Evan’s rim from the inside.

Evan shuddered.

“Feels big, huh? I’m just taking it out. Gonna go nice and slow.”

Evan moaned wantonly as he was forced open wider and wider, pulled farther apart by the well-lubricated, tapered width of the plug being extracted. He fisted his cock, masturbating as Alek removed the plug slowly. Evan’s moan sharpened when the widest part squeezed through, stretching him impossibly as it withdrew and then it was easier. His cries became softer. Alek pulled it almost all the way out then slid it back inside, fucking him shallowly with it while he watched Evan jerk off. Evan’s eyes were shut tight, his lips parted and soft with his low moans. His back was arched with his pleasure, his body slick and glistening with sweat, his dick red, heavy and swollen inside his hand.

“Look at me,” Alek whispered.

Evan’s eyes fixed on him obediently, the pupils blown wide and black.

Alek dropped the toy, replacing it with his fingers. First he traced Evan’s wet, stretched rim rubbing it, fingering just inside the tender pucker. Then he pushed three fingers deliberately in. Evan’s mouth fell open wider and he choked off a deep groan as the digits slid in deeply, twisting as they went, up to the last knuckle.

“Feel good?”

“
Alek
,” Evan gasped, tugging faster and harder at himself.

“Don’t come yet. Remember what I said. I want to be inside you when you do.”

Evan groaned and his hand fell away. Alek’s head chased up off the blankets to catch Evan’s mouth. Their tongues tangled together, tasting, questing, as Alek stroked at Evan’s inner walls, pumping his hand in and out with slow snaps of his wrist. Evan started to push back on it, riding the fingers he was impaled on. At first the movements were subtle, restrained. Then he grew more brazen, lost some hesitation and bounced back against Alek’s hand, breaking their kiss. On the in-stroke, Alek rubbed over Evan’s prostate. It got Evan shuddering, trembling and sweating more. He arched his back like a cat, tensed his arms and rode out the sensations with low, rolling moans and animalistic grunts.

“Gonna fuck you now, Jailbait. Gonna feed your hungry hole my dick and stuff you full. You want it?”

“Yeah.”

Alek withdrew his fingers, and guided the head of his cock to Evan’s hot, throbbing open, fitting himself against the spot and steadying the shaft by gripping around the base. His other hand braced Evan by grabbing his waist, and Alek thrust inside. Evan buried his mouth in the side of Alek’s neck and cried out sharply as Alek’s long, thick girth popped through his rim and forced its way deep, deeper, deeper, inch-by-inch into him.

Gasping, Evan clung to Alek chest-to-chest, shifting his legs a little wider. Alek planted his feet on the mattress and pumped shallowly in and out of Evan, riding the fluttering contractions of his inner muscles from nerves and self-consciousness. He was a velvety, tight, hot glove constricting around Alek, a blissfully perfect fit. Alek could feel everything, absolutely everything, without the condom. It was all magnified, rawer, and exquisite.

“You feel so good,” Alek moaned. “If Bren was here, I’d have him suck you while I rode your sweet ass. And maybe Luka could have your mouth.”

Evan whimpered and grabbed his cock again, beating off frantically as Alek thrust harder, in longer, deeper strokes.

“Sounds good, huh?” Alek whispered, “think about it... how his mouth would feel, how he’d moan at the taste of you dripping down his throat....”

Alek pounded into him, knocking him forward with each slam of his hips against Evan’s ass. Evan’s body bowed, tensing up, his cock reddish purple and steely in his hand.

“I’d watch you come down Brennan’s throat and then I’d come inside you, shoot my load so deep inside you....”

Evan’s body tensed, clamping like a vise around Alek’s dick. A guttural groan broke off as Evan began to climax.

“Oh Jesus Christ, you’re tight,” Alek hissed, gritting his teeth, riding it out, right on the knife’s edge.

Come erupted from the tip of Evan’s cock, splattering hot all over Alek’s body, over his chest and throat, even up to his chin. Trembling, Evan stroked himself through it as Alek bit down on Evan’s shoulder and growled as he unloaded in Evan’s ass, slamming into him, twitching against Evan’s rim as Alek’s mind whited out with the force of his orgasm. Everything in him pumped into Evan, making him wetter, soaking his insides in semen.

“You’ve got my seed in you now. You’re
dripping
with it. Now you’re really mine,” Alek growled, licking over the bruise he’s left on Evan’s shoulder. “All mine.” “I love you,” Evan murmured, kissing Alek’s lips desperately.

When he pulled back, though, he looked guilty and embarrassed.

“I love you, too,” Alek assured him. “I’m gonna take good care of you, okay? Everything’s gonna be fine. No more worries. No more secrets. No more pain.”

“Alek,” Evan moaned, delirious but smiling beautifully. “Alek....”

Brennan and Luka were both still wearing most of their clothes, but were lying under the covers, comfortable and cozy in Brennan’s bed. They were facing each other with pillows and their arms helping to prop them up. They were almost ready to cross the line into full intimacy once and for all, and go for it. It created an electric charge in the air. But wanting to ease into things, and also to know a little more basic info first, Luka started asking some questions.

“I’m impressed that you haven’t jumped my bones yet. That’s some major self-restraint you’re showing tonight.”

“Wow,” Brennan said with wonder. “You are
so
full of yourself.” Luka laughed brightly. Once he settled down, he asked, “Are we really gonna do this?”

“What? Hump? I hope so.”

“Are you a top or a bottom?”

“Bottom,” Brennan said without hesitation.

“Only?”

“Only.”

“Hmm. You’ve never even
experimented
with?”

“Nope.”

“Wow,” Luka said with some awe. “So you love it?”

“I
love
it,” Brennan said with passionate emphasis and a wholly not-angelic smile.

“Nice,” Luka grinned, his interest piqued, approving of Brennan’s position on the matter very much.

“You?”

“Eh,” he shrugged. “Whatever. Both. Recently, I’m really just into being a top. For a long time I was only a bottom.”

“So you’re versatile.”

“Yeah.”

Brennan’s eyes sharpened thoughtfully. “Tell me about your most recent ex.”

Luka sputtered, “Why? There’s a mood-killer for ya.”

“I want to know. Hey, I waited a solid week of regular, daily conversation with you before coming out and asking, didn’t I?”

“You first.”

“Fine. His name is Tommy. He’s tall, dark hair, perfect teeth.”

Luka burst out laughing. “Perfect
teeth
? Really?
That’s
what stands out to you?”

“Shh! Let me finish,” he frowned. “Tommy’s a total jock. You know, football, letter jacket, clean cut, momma’s boy, too pretty for his own good—the total package.”

“Why’d you break up?”

Brennan’s gaze dropped, some of his smile faded away. “He cared way more about himself than me. I came second with everything, all the time. And he wasn’t really mature enough to understand about Mom and what I was going through. It wasn’t important to him until I stopped wanting to put out.”

“That sucks.” Luka took Brennan’s hand like it could help to pull him out of the bad memories.

“Yeah. But you can’t always expect mature reactions out of a high school senior who’s never known real hardship in his life. Whatever. I dumped his ass. And he
still
tries to call me. Okay, now you go,” Brennan sighed.

Groaning dramatically, Luka flopped onto his back and rubbed a hand over his face. “Can we not do this? Pretty please?”

“No way. Spill.”

Knowing how miserable he sounded, Luka said, “Her name’s Jackie. She’s short, dark hair, perfect teeth.”

Brennan swatted him with an extra pillow. “Ass. Your ex is a girl? Huh.”

“Yeah. Like I said, I swing every which way. Like a monkey. Okay,
my
turn again. When’d you lose your virginity?”

Brennan rolled onto his back too, gazing up at the ceiling and twisting his fingers in the blankets. “Can you go first?”

Gasping loudly with shock, Luka instantly rolled back onto his side and propped up on an elbow to get a better look at Brennan’s face, leaning down over him. “Is it
that bad
?!”

“Twelve?” Brennan said meekly.

“Brennan Charles Holt! You let some guy put his dick in you when you were twelve?!”

“I should never have told you my middle name,” he sighed forlornly.

“How old was he?”

“...Eighteen? But c’mon! I was
obsessed
with him. He was super hot. I didn’t regret it. It was totally worth it. Plus, he really was very sweet about it.”

“What’s his full name?”

Giving him a brief, sharp look, Brennan shook his head. “Nope, you’ve got that ‘I’m about to kill someone’ crazy look in your eye.”

Luka squinted at him.

“Your turn,” Brennan prompted.

“For what?”

“When did you lose your virginity?”

“Hmm. I was almost sixteen. I bottomed. First time I ever topped I was seventeen. It was with Alek. He was my first.” Luka grinned fondly and happily at the memory.

The smile must have been contagious because it spread over Brennan’s face, too.

“When’s the last time you were with someone?”

“In what sense,” Luka asked.

“I need to clarify that?”

“Yeah. Last person I was with period, besides you of course, was Aleksy. Blowjob. Awesome.”

“How about sex?”

“That’d be Jackie then. Right before I met you. We ended it that morning you and I met, before I left for work.”

“Wow. How about sex with a guy?”

“Hmm. It’s been a while.”

“How long’s a while?”

“...Two and a half years? No, that’s not true. Six months ago I fucked Aleksy.”

“Jesus. Are you sure you’re gay?”

“My constant boner when I’m around you isn’t proof enough?” Luka asked, wide-eyed with bafflement. His thoughts swung back around to something else, though. “I still can’t believe you let that guy fuck you when you were a child.”

It riled him, imagining twelve-year-old Brennan in such a situation. Luka wasn’t a violent person at heart, but thinking of Brennan being so taken advantage of made Luka want to ring the eighteen-year-old’s neck.