Double Heat [Twin Ties: 3] (43 page)

“What, at
the same time
?”

“Well...” Alek hummed thoughtfully.

“No, not at the same time,” Luka
tsk
ed, shoving Alek lightly.

“Well, I mean, we’ve never actually all had sex together. We’ve done three at a time, but not four and I am kind of curious how that would go.”

“How would that go?” Luka wondered, tapping a finger against his pursed lips. “Clearly, Bren would be on top, but on top of whom?”

“I volunteer Evan for the middle of the man sandwich,” Brennan said. “I say he gets between the two of you, because
hot
, then I’ll mount Luka and call it a day.”

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” Alek smirked.

“Hello, we’re in a foursome but have never actually foursomed. What in the hell do you think I think about during class every day?”

“We could always call it Operation Empower Brennan,” Evan suggested. “And let him call the shots. I’m game.”

“Love when you’re game,” Brennan grinned. He planted his hands on his hips, looking them all over like he was doing all of the arranging in his head already.

“What if it’s too complicated?” Luka asked. “That’s a lot of coordinated thrusting.”

“Oh, come on. I don’t buy for one second that you’re not one hundred percent in for this,” Alek commented.

“Of course I’m in! This is gonna be amazing. I think we all need to thank Evan for coming up with this.”

“Yeah, well, I’m full of surprises,” Evan grinned.

Luka shoved Alek again, who frowned and shoved him back. “Fuck. See what you did?” Luka accused. “How am I supposed to get through dinner now, thinking about this?”

“Just, please don’t tell Carter. We’d never hear the end of it,” Alek asked, going to change his shirt, unbuttoning it on his way to the bedroom.

Adjusting himself as he grew increasingly uncomfortable, shifting his stiffened dick behind his belt buckle to hide his wood, Evan tried to pretend Brennan and Luka weren’t both staring at him.

“We
were
talking about Alek’s shocking new haircut, you know,” he told them, walking over to the door to get his boots.

“What haircut?” Luka murmured, staring at Evan’s ass as he walked away.

“Why do they have those weird, daydreamy looks on their faces?” Presley whispered to Brennan. They were seated side-by-side at a large, circular table in the nice, Italian restaurant, Trieste, located downtown. The table was tucked into a corner of the room, giving them a little more privacy than if they were right in the center of things. Still, they were trying to keep their voices down, just in case. No one wanted to draw any unwanted attention. The goal was to have a nice, relaxing date, after all.

“You don’t want to know,” Brennan assured him.

“Why not? Is it dirty? It’s dirty, isn’t it?”

Alek and Luka kept exchanging sly glances with each other. Carter frowned at them each time they did it, which Brennan thought was kind of hilarious.

“What are you whispering about?” Carter asked Presley.

“Nothing,” Presley smiled back.

Carter just shook his head.

The dinner was going fairly well so far. Alek’s new haircut seemed to be helping decrease the amount of stares they were getting. It also helped to be out with other people. Just in adding Carter and Presley to the mix, it eased the pressure off of the two sets of twins, helping them get lost in the crowd.

Brennan kept catching Evan’s eye from across the table, and each time it happened, it caused a fluttery feeling in Brennan’s stomach, just out of pure joy to be in that moment with his brother, to be happy and without a single worry, and also to be able to look forward to the gymnastics later as they both tried taking on the Popović twins.

Brennan knew eventually he’d want to go back to receiving during sex. But, just like Luka once told him about his own preferences, Brennan was happy to be the giver for a while. He was lucky his lovers were all willing to bottom for him whenever he asked. It also helped that Evan was so comfortable in the receiving role. Plus, the more power Brennan found during sex, the more it helped the nightmare of Tommy to fade back. Evan, the yin to Brennan’s yang, found his freedom in surrender. It made Brennan happy to help Evan feel safe with them in ways he’d always hoped to be. After trusting anyone who was interested with his body for so long, Evan was finally beginning to realize how much it put him in danger.

“Bren, practice tomorrow is at three. That work for you?” Carter asked.

“Yeah, that’s perfect,” Brennan replied. Right away, his excitement bloomed. It would be his second time performing with Raed at band practice. Practices were scheduled every weekend for the next two months, all leading up to a gig at a local festival where Brennan would sing harmonies with Carter on a few songs. It was all happening so fast, but the outlet that music was giving him was only helping Brennan let out his emotions instead of holding them inside.

“Watch out for those Raed groupies,” Presley told Brennan under his breath. “They’re
crazy
, man. I’m talkin’ panty-tossing, shrill squealing, estrogen-drenched
mania
.”

“Hey, are you raggin’ on my fans again?” Carter asked, smirking a little at Presley’s defensiveness.

“No,” Presley started, sputtering a little. “They’re just...
enthusiastic
.”

“That’s how I like ‘em,” Carter winked, popping a piece of bread in his mouth.

“I hope y’all aren’t the jealous type,” Presley said. “Because pretty soon Brennan is gonna have girls draped all over him, slippin’ their numbers in his pocket and everything.”

“Really, I’d just feel sorry for them,” Luka said, scooping food onto his fork. “I mean, he’s so
gay
.”

Evan snorted, almost choking on a noodle.

Brennan shrugged. “Yeah, I’m pretty gay. I ain’t hiding it.”

“We love you for it, baby,” Alek grinned.

“And just for future reference,” Presley continued, “if they see one of y’all making out with him, it won’t dissuade them. At all. They’ll just get a dreamy look in their eyes while they watch the hot guys feeding each other their tongues.”

“Aww, he called us hot,” Luka gushed.

“Wait, back up,” Brennan said. “Pres, you know this about the groupies
how
?”

Looking a little flustered, Presley ran a hand over his close-cropped hair and stammered, “I-I, um. No reason. Not like I actually have
personally
.... You know.”

“Liar,” Carter scoffed.

Presley instantly gave Carter a reprimanding, sharp look, which made the rest of them laugh.

“Friggin’ horn dog,” Luka teased.

“I’m feeling a little performance anxiety,” Evan admitted, running a hand over his mouth as he sized up Alek, sitting naked and ready for him on one of their beds. They’d lit candles everywhere and there was some Barry White playing on the stereo. Evan hadn’t decided if Luka had put it on ironically or not. “I don’t exactly give it to Alek every day, you know. You’re kind of a whole lot of man to top. Maybe if I do some push-ups or something first, it’ll help.”

“Sweetie, you’re the bologna in this sandwich,” Luka said. “You’re not going to be doing much of anything other than enjoying the ride.”

“So, if he’s the bologna,” Alek asked his brother, “Does that make you the cheese?”

“I will always be the cheese,” Luka said very solemnly, hand on his heart, dick swinging in the air. “And Cupcake is the pumpernickel.”

“Can y’all take this a little more seriously, please?” Brennan pleaded with quiet aggravation. “There’s a lot of pressure on me right now, being the one on top of the pile and all.”

“Well, you’ll be more the end of the chain than literally on top, since I don’t think I could take having both you and Luk on top of me at the same time,” Evan replied. “You are the only one that’s not going to have a dick up his ass in a minute, so that can be your consolation prize.”

“Is sex ever going to be romantic again?” Alek wondered. “Or will it always devolve into this?”

“Seriously,” Luka agreed. “It’s like we’re an old, married quartet.”

“Okay,” Evan said with finality, heading for the exit. “I’m out.”

“Quick! Get ‘im!”

He tried really hard not to laugh as Brennan came charging at him. He was not successful.

“Don’t let the shy one get away!”

“This is not helping!” Evan complained with amazement at the stupidity of the situation as Brennan gathered him up, arms and all, against his bare chest. “Can we all stop talking? Can that please happen?”

They all fell silent. They were all naked. Brennan was still keeping Evan in a weird bear hug. Alek was leaned back, spread-eagle on the edge of the bed and Luka was clearly using all of his willpower to not speak.

“Okay, that’s not good either,” Evan relented.

“You start. Go fuck Alek a little,” Brennan told him.

“It’s weird when you say it like that.”

“This entire thing is weird, but I’m very determined.”

“Well, your cock is at least,” Alek observed.

“I swear to fucking god, Alek, please don’t start again,” Evan begged.

“I think that’s what this is, some weird tribute to the fucking god,” Luka observed, gesturing at them all.

“Stop it.” Evan pointed a finger at Luka.

“Okay,” Luka took a deep breath and shook out his arms, rolling his head on his shoulders. “Everyone be appropriately reverent of the moment for Evan, please.”

For just a second, Evan lost control and burst out laughing, but the others stayed composed. He was actually kind of proud of them for it.

“At least it’s not scary,” Evan admitted. “This is kind of the furthest thing from scary.”

“Good,” Alek smiled. “C’mere, Jailbait. I won’t bite too hard, though I do like me some bologna.”

Smirking, Evan went to the bed. Alek was sitting on the edge, his legs spread widely. Drawing Evan in close, he ran a hand down Evan’s naked body. Waking up the nerve-endings wherever he touched, getting Evan out of his head and focused only on how it felt, Alek rubbed around, pivoting his wrist to begin fondling between his legs. With slow determination, he began making Evan hard. “Can’t wait to have you inside me,” he admitted.

“I feel like you’re only going to use it as an excuse to get some payback and really give it to me later,” Evan admitted.

“Maybe,” Alek said evasively, then chuckled. He bit his lip in concentration as he squeezed lube along Evan’s cock. Liking the tease and promise of more, Evan grinned a little, calming down.

Luka and Brennan wandered closer, and they were kissing and touching, too. Mostly from anticipation, Evan was blushing so fiercely, he was surprised the blood pressure in his head didn’t cause him to pass right out. Unlike Brennan and Luka, who were at full mast, Evan’s cock was slightly intimidated by the group expectations. He was still used to sex being a one-on-one experience with clearly defined power dynamics. What they were attempting now was nothing like that.

The longer Alek played with him, the more Evan got lost in it all. With so many people involved, the pressure was off of Evan in a lot of ways. He wasn’t the sole focus of attention—he was one part of the whole. In a lot of ways, it was a different sexual atmosphere than anything he’d experienced in his entire life. It wasn’t a matter of him submitting to an intimidating older man. It was being with his lovers, equally. All of them.

“Just relax,” Alek coaxed. Evan felt the warmth of Luka’s taller body press up behind him. Leaning back against it a little, Evan settled down even more. The scent of Luka’s skin, the particular, familiar way Alek’s fingers stirred Evan’s cock—it meant Evan was right where he belonged.

“Want a blindfold?” Alek asked, probably noticing that Evan had closed his eyes, reading into his cues.

“Not tonight. I think this is going to be worth seeing.”

“Okay. Luka,” Alek beckoned, giving his brother a look that Evan could read all too clearly.

“Fuck,” Evan sighed as Luka slipped two wet fingers into him. Alek rested the palm of his left hand flat on Evan’s stomach, holding him still as Luka entered him to the last knuckle. Gradually, Luka fingered him loose and Alek kept stroking steadily along Evan’s cock, the lube squelching inside Alek’s hand.