Rough Attraction (15 page)

A few minutes to carefully untangle, plus a few razzing comments from his brothers at his expense and they were back in motion— heading back for the boathouse.

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Darko was already naked and wet when he saw Maxum leaning against the threshold just watching him, and that wasn’t where he wanted him. He turned the water off and walked over reaching up to cup his jaw and kissed him without having said a word. Maxum’s arms fell from the guarded position over his chest and floated down to his hips, but they didn’t pull him in like they normally would and that told Darko his lover wasn’t accustomed to open viewed sex.

“You still have clothes on. While I don’t mind fucking you with your boots on, wet clothes kinda suck.”

“You want me to fuck you in front of all these people?” Maxum asked while Darko still worked to keep his lips busy, nibbling over them. Coaxing him to relax and be comfortable.

“What people.”

Darko took Maxum’s hands and brought one around setting it to his ass and pressed it to palm over it at will. Of course he brought Maxum’s other hand over his cock knowing full well Maxum wouldn’t turn that down. Once he had Maxum in play he grabbed the man’s head in his own hands and pulled him in for a  more intense chain of kissing and nibbling, he slid his hands down over his shoulders grabbing clothes as he went.
Only trick now was to get Maxum undressed.

“You know you want to suck me” Darko started to go for the hard core, below-the-belt kind of teasing, to see if he could get Maxum to rip loose. “Have my meat shoved—”
Kissing and licking interrupted his words but not his train of thought. “
—down your throat—”
Oh damn what was he going to say? Oh yeah,
“—while I cum inside you.” and that seemed to do it. Suddenly Maxum’s hands let go but only to fight to get his clothes off as fast as he could manage and still have clothes in a wearable condition to put back on later.

Shirt— pants— shoes— all went flying over his shoulder towards the locker room and right away, his hands found their way back to the body that tempted him beyond reason. He walked Darko back towards the shower stall not stopping until the wall got in the way. From there Maxum began to work his way down, squatting with his knees spread wide. One hand quickly feeding Darko’s cock into his mouth, while his other wrapped around his own, and started an eager pace over his shaft to match his sucking. He felt Darko’s hands, one gently steadying his balance yet keeping him right where they both wanted his mouth to be, the other holding his cock at the base feeding it back towards Maxum’s throat with uninhibited lust.

Did it ever stop getting hotter with this man? Always another thing that rushed up to face his own hidden hungers tapped the shoulder of his perversions and invited them out to play without any regrets. No insult taken, to be had or given. Like the resort at Salientis where fucking without bounders existed but it didn’t necessarily take place publicly nor did Maxum have much practice taking advantage of the freedom he’d invested in. While fucking or sucking in front of a crowd was not anything, he ever really thought about, or had any headiness for him. The idea that he could be so into
this
man that it didn’t matter if anyone was watching him was what had him worked over into an overload of arousal. His fist tugged along his length giving an added twist over his gland and a sharp white flash of pleasure shot with each stroke straight to his balls, while his tongue licked over the dark flavor of this man. Maxum knew he wasn’t going to last very long this time. Damn if he was going to shoot off all by himself. He reached around under Darko’s nuts, cupping them roughly, then stretched a finger back to tease at the tight rosette. A tight hiss blasted out over his head and the slight shift of Darko’s hips moving back was invitation enough. A quick trade of cock for finger he slathered it up with saliva then once again reached under Darko’s sack, found the hungry little hole and pushed in.

Jovan’s faced turned a beet red and he snapped around to face the shower walls; his hands busying themselves washing over his body and scrubbing over the sparse pelt of chest hairs. However, the sound of his brother and his lover reached his ears despite his trying not to pay attention and
that
, he didn’t know how to block.

He tried to look at this whole thing logically. Which he had to admit was all new territory. He didn’t care that any of his brothers were gay, but he had carried some anger with him for far too long in blaming Pyotr. That his older brother’s homosexuality had been the cause of their losing their parents and having to flee the homeland. Now, he knew that had never been right and somehow learning it was a huge lifted burden from him, because he didn’t want to be angry with his brother any longer.
Still though, he was straight
. This shouldn’t affect him none.

Jovan swallowed hard as the heavy panting and the curses Darko growled out. The sounds reaching his ears, creating images in the back of his mind—
damn he needed to get out and get laid.

A laugh to his right had him jerking around to see Pyotr leaning back on the shower wall next to him. Laughing at
him
but Pyotr’s blue eyes were watching
them
.

“I’m not gay.” Jovan stammered quite suddenly as if he needed to clarify himself and his sexual orientation.

“I know, but it is only sex when you are only listening to it.”

Jovan didn’t know quite how to respond to that and he couldn’t seem to break himself away from watching Pyotr’s face, as if he could see the porn being played out across his face or something. He saw how it was turning Pyotr on, the arousal burning in his eyes like wild fires and —
fuck
— he wished they wouldn’t make it sound like it was
that good
.
Had they any idea how long it’d been for him
?

He risked a glance over his shoulder when he heard his younger brother cry out. Seeing him just as his hands slapped down on his lover’s shoulders, to keep from falling flat on his face as his body convulsed with his release. All this happening while Maxum’s cock shot out white ropes across his brother’s legs. Jovan felt a sudden heat flash over his face and he quickly snapped his eyes back around to the tile wall and swallowed hard. “Does it turn you on to watch them?” Jovan licked his lips trying to find some semblance of moisture that for some reason had left his mouth dry.

“To see him enjoy and being enjoyed so freely? Yes. Just as much so as listening to them is turning you on.”

“But that can’t possibly be called love making.” Jovan was still trying to come to terms. Ones he could understand.

“No, right now that is fucking. Just pure sex. They’re bonding in all of it, in their own way, but right now they are taking pleasure with a mutual desire and feeding each other’s need.

Jovan eyes snapped to the ceiling, “Well, okay, but I’m not gay.” He said dryly.

“Yes, Jovan we both are very aware you are not.” Pyotr offered the acknowledgement his brother was obviously needing just now with a slight chuckle that couldn’t be helped. “But just for the record, I think perhaps your left hand is enjoying it.”

Jovan turned white as a sheet hearing his brother and his head went from the ceiling dropping to see his hand fisted over his erect cock pulling at in a thick white film of soap suds. “It’s been awhile, might as well rub one out right here. Seeing how they— well— not that they should be ashamed but— doing it out like this— in front of everyone— kinda says they don’t respect each other doesn’t it?”

Pyotr could see where his brother had picked out the suppressed common way of thinking, and while the questions were interrupting his own perverse pleasure, he could see Jovan needed some help to open up and understand.

“We are all grown men. Very capable and aware of the things we enjoy and what turns us on. Must we hide it, or lose the moment we are aroused because someone is watching? It’s not a disrespect, it’s a freedom. A release to enjoy and not worry one’s self with judgment. A woman is raised to always feel ashamed of her body, her pleasures of sex. For her, sexual freedom is unobtainable. To even try to reach for such an open-minded bliss will bring on words like whore, tramp or slut. Yet it shouldn’t have to be so, and for them,” Pyotr jutted his chin out towards Darko and Maxum, “it isn’t.”

Cliff finally walked in, naked and immediately surrendered his body over to Pyotr’s hands. Pyotr wrapped his arms around his lover, his hands finding the more aroused parts already in tune to his needs. He leaned in and kissed the side of Cliff’s head, whispering, “Are you satisfied your sister is fine?”

A scowling face turned up preferring to just be kissed, than have to answer the question and Pyotr had no problems accommodating the submission. He cheated his eyes away, a sided look, glancing past his young lover to watch as Darko and Maxum now enjoyed some post coital shower-touching in the form of washing each other. Pyotr hoped for the best for them. They certainly seemed well suited for each other. And watching them be so free with their lust for life turned him on considerably. Then again, all sexual freedoms did and Pyotr was soon rubbing his hard cock into the perky ass butted up against him.

Rapid movement out of the corner of his eye had Pyotr burrowing his face in the back of Cliff’s neck while he pulled his hips back to grind against his eager erection. However, Pyotr’s adverse hiding wasn’t all for the pleasure of kissing the back of Cliff’s neck, he was also trying to be considerate of Jovan’s feeling by hiding the laughing smile Pyotr had. As he was not unaware of Jovan, frozen in place, staring at them. If Jovan’s hand moved any faster, he was likely to fire his cock into outer space.

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Darko had been true to his word, they spent the weekend doing whatever the two of them felt like doing, which consisted mostly of sex and laying about. However, they also managed to throw in a daring venture into the shopping world frenzy that was mostly just window-shopping and getting acquainted with one another’s likes and dislikes, plus some good old fashioned PDA. They even squeezed in a short drive to nowhere Saturday afternoon after seeing a few of the other family members off.

Focus in the house turned from the holiday affair to the newly adopted daughter who’s illness made every day with her a blessing,  and a younger brother who had been kept from them for too long, both in need of healing and family. Seeing he wasn’t family, Maxum was thinking he should be one of the ones to go, having stayed his welcome and was packing his things to leave. Darko wasn’t too keen on the idea. Only Maxum knew he needed to go before their evening turned into another night of sexual comforts he had no self-discipline to turn away.

“This just isn’t me. I’m not family. It’s too weird.”

“What? Hanging out with a lover and a healthy family environment? Yeah weird I know. I mean, whoever heard of such a fucking thing? The nerve of some people. To actually have what most people in this country wished they had. Hell, most would have settled for half. But, by all means, fucking leave and throw away a good man all because he has good brothers and sisters that managed to survive and support each other through their growing spurts in life.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Maxum growled at him.

Darko made a sarcastic gesture with his head and shoulders, his eyes dripping with the expression. “Dude, I am all ears then.”

“Wise-ass.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve been fucking this wise-ass, so don’t be expecting too much sympathy right now.”

Maxum scrubbed over his face with his hand. This wasn’t what he had in mind. He didn’t want to hurt Darko at all or argue over what was and what couldn’t be. “What the fuck do you want me to say?”

“Let’s start with,
a wise ass man once said
. That part should be good—”

Darko’s contrite sarcasms had Maxum ready to throw something at this point, seeing how any comment he made was quickly deflected back at him in a retort he didn’t know how to argue against. His hands went up around his head seeing nothing he could throw that wasn’t likely going to come back as—
you just broke our grandmothers favorite vase or jimmy’s first trophy
— He glanced about the room, even surprised himself when he folded and simply asked. “Don’t you have something I can throw around here?” and just as he turned to look at the man he was mad at, a fat pillow slammed into his head.
Well that wasn’t anything he was expecting
. He shook his head, grabbed the pillow off the floor and threw it back at Darko with no real sense of aim, but damned if Darko didn’t turn right around and send it flying back at him, once more hitting him square in the head. Maxum grabbed up the pillow once more—
now he was mad
— and threw it point on towards Darko’s head. In a flash, Darko’s arm came up in a
wax on wax off
circle sending the pillow off in another direction and off the dresser went the vase Maxum had not wanted to break in the first place. He snapped a look at Darko who was looking at him belt serious, “That was our mother’s. We carried that all the way from Čačak when we fled the civil war.”

Maxum was about to beg for forgiveness, but then stopped. If the vase had been that precious, it would not have been in the
spare
bedroom. “You’re lying.”

“Yes, but then, you’ve been lying to yourself for some time now. So why should I be the one to have to be honest around here.”

Maxum sucked in a hard breath with every intention to start yelling at Darko with a whole bunch of  —
how dare you’
s  and  
you don’t know what it’s like
— Then somehow his calculating mind brought him to a dead stop, as what Darko actually said sank in and he realized not one of his defensives actually fit. That right there deflated his anger and perhaps even him. His shoulders slunk and his head dropped forward. He’d been lying to himself—
but for how long
?

He didn’t know—