Tempestuous Relations (3 page)

Dom shuddered, unable to imagine what his life would be like without his brother. “No. I—”

“
You what?”

“
I don’t want to lose you.”

“
I’ll always be your brother. I just can’t live here anymore.”

Dom couldn’t bear the thought. “Isn’t there anything I can say to change your mind?”

“
No.” Mason turned his back on Dom.

Anger swelled inside Dom, enveloping his hurt and morphing it into something easier to deal with. “Fine. Leave. See if I fucking care.”

Mason stopped at the door. His shoulders hunched inward like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. “Don’t be that way, Dom. I’m only doing what’s best for us.”

“
For us? Are you listening to yourself?” Dom’s hands fisted at his sides. Without a thought, he strode across the room and grabbed Mason’s bicep, flipping his brother around to face him. “You lied to me, tricked me into letting you suck me off, and now you’re planning to run away like some little pussy instead of staying and working things out. How in the hell is that what’s best for anyone?”

Mason jerked his arm back. “Fuck you, Dom.”

“
No. Fuck you.” Dom shoved Mason’s shoulder. “I’m sick of your neurotic bullshit.”

“
Good,” Mason said, his tears drying up. He slung the bag aside and pushed Dom back, his nostrils flaring. “I’m glad you are, because I’m damn tired of all your posturing and lecturing. You can take your attitude and ram it up your ass.” He jolted forward and shoved Dom again, his hard fingers biting into Dom’s shoulder.

Dom’s hands fisted. Before he could think the move through, his arm shot out and slammed his knuckles into Mason’s nose.

Mason’s head flew back, an inarticulate grunt spilling from his mouth. His eyes widened as he fingered the bridge of his nose. “I can’t believe you did that, you bastard.” He shook his head, his features hardening into a mask of rage, and came back at Dom swinging.

“
Not so fast, pipsqueak.” Dom sidestepped his brother’s fist and grabbed Mason’s forearm. He twisted Mason around, wrapped his arm his brother’s neck, and caught Mason in a headlock the little twerp wasn’t about to bust loose from anytime soon.

“
Not a pipsqueak, you fuckin’ meathead.” Mason struggled, fighting to get his head out of Dom’s grip. “Let me go.”

“
No.” Dom tightened his grip, pulling Mason up snug against his side.

“
If you don’t get your hands off me right now…” Mason wiggled and squirmed, shoving at Dom and trying to kick him without much luck.

“
You’re gonna what?” Dom asked, rubbing his knuckles over Mason’s curls. There was nothing his twin hated more than a good noogie. “Cry some more?”

“
I’m going to kick your ass. Bastard.”

“
Come on and do it then. The only thing stopping you is fear and air.” Dom grinned, feeling a little more like himself. Then he noticed how hard Mason was breathing and the way his brother was rubbing up against him. Dom popped wood so fast his head should have spun from the deluge of blood flooding south. He released Mason faster than a drunkard guzzled beer on a hot summer day and shoved his twin away from him.

Mason pinwheeled backward, his equilibrium obviously shot, and tumbled onto the bed behind him. He panted, his angry gaze shooting daggers at Dom. “You’re an asshole, Dominic.”

Dom bit down on the urge to say “It takes one to know one” and kept quiet. Instead, he glared right back at his twin, his mind spinning. He didn’t know what was happening to him. He couldn’t say he’d never thought about Mason in a sexual way, but he’d invariably attributed that to narcissism. It wasn’t a crime to be a conceited asshole. Wanting to fuck your brother, on the other hand, wasn’t exactly legal. It sure as hell wasn’t morally acceptable.

Nonetheless, it seemed as if he’d thought of little else in the last six hours. It was as if some kind of fucked up virus had invaded his mind and twisted his logic to fit what his body craved. That one damn blowjob was going to be the end of life as he knew it.

A line had been crossed and there was no going back. Mason may have been the one to start the ball rolling, but Dom was just as guilty. He couldn’t hate his brother for having the balls to act on something he himself had dreamed about off and on since puberty. He’d always been better at denial and suppression than Mason.

Dom sighed. “I don’t want you to go. What would it take to make you stay?”

Chapter Four

The resignation in Dom’s deep voice tore at Mason’s heartstrings. He stared up at his mirror image, wondering how much more he should say. Whether he ought to admit he was in love with his twin, or blow the whole thing off as some sexual deviation and leave before he did any more harm. Either way, he’d royally fucked up his relationship with his brother. Did he dare push his luck and try for something he’d only imagined in his most private fantasies? This could be the moment his dreams turned into reality or the moment his brother beat the hell out of him and left his rotting corpse for the flies to feast on. His nose already ached from Dom’s earlier jab.

However, even in hindsight, he wasn’t sure he would go back and change things. Months earlier, after his last boyfriend ditched him for accidentally calling out Dom’s name during sex, Mason had known something needed to change. Once he’d accepted that no one else was ever going to make him feel the way his own twin did, there was no use continuing his quest for Mr. Right. There wasn’t a man alive who compared to Dominic. However, he couldn’t go on living with his brother, loving him from afar, and pretending everything was copasetic.

Most men probably would have moved out and tried to distance themselves from temptation, but Mason couldn’t bear the thought of being separated from his twin. Rather than leave, he’d cooked up a half-baked plan to get a taste of Dominic, hoping it would either cure him of the craving or be enough to sustain him.

Forbidden fruit had never tasted so sweet…right up until the moment he was caught. Waiting around for Dom to come home was the most difficult thing he’d ever done. Or maybe the second hardest, right behind this conversation.

He’d come this far; he might as well purge all the secrets of his soul and get everything out in the open. Dom’s question replayed in his mind,
“I don’t want you to go. What would it take to make you stay?”

Mason inhaled, searching for the last dredges of his courage. “I want you. All of you. I—” He lifted his face and met Dom’s gaze. “I know that probably isn’t what you were hoping to hear, but I’ve been in love with you too damn long to pretend I want less than everything.”

“
I love you, too.” Dom’s expression softened, although the concerned air remained. “You know that…”

Mason could hear the “but” coming. Before Dom could eek the word out, Mason slipped off the bed and kneeled in front of his brother. He gazed up at Dom, summoned every ounce of emotion he felt for his twin, and allowed it to shine through his eyes. “Please, Dominic, I’m begging you. Don’t turn me away.”

“
I wouldn’t do that.” Dom caressed the side of Mason’s face.

“
I need you so much.” Mason turned into Dom’s hand and kissed the palm. “Tell me you liked my mouth around you, sucking you off. I know you did.”

“
Fuck, Mason…” Dom’s eyelids drooped closed. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“
Why not?” Mason flicked his tongue over Dom’s lifeline where it began between his thumb and index finger. “It’s how I feel. I want you, Dom—as more than a friend or lover. I need all of you.”

“
Christ, Mason. I don’t know…”

Slightly encouraged, Mason inched closer. He ran his palms up Dom’s thighs and squeezed the tense muscles. “You worry too much.”

Dom shivered. “Someone needs to keep a clear head here.”

“
Why?” Mason cheered a little on the inside as Dom’s cock hardened and pushed against his fly. Feeling brave, he ran his fingertip along the long, thick outline beneath the worn denim. “You obviously want me. What’s there to think about?”

“
The consequences. What if this fucks us up?”

Mason shook his head, unwilling to believe that would ever happen. “It won’t.”

“
How can you be so sure?”

“
You’re my brother, Dom. My twin. I love you more than anyone else on earth. That’s never going to change.”

Dom frowned. “I love you, too, but that’s neither here nor there. Sex screws with people’s minds.”

“
Just tell me one thing.” Mason massaged Dom’s cock through the thin material of his jeans. “Did you like the feel of my lips wrapped around your cock all those times? I could do that again. Better yet, I could bend over and let you fuck something even better than my mouth. Right now, if you want…”

“
I—” Dom’s eyes lowered to half-mast. “It’s damn hard for me to think when you’re doing that.”

“
So don’t,” Mason said, concentrating on the end of Dom’s cock where it was the most sensitive. He rubbed harder and prayed Dom wouldn’t shove him away. “Give in and fuck me. Give us what we both want.”

Dom’s hands balled into fists against his sides. “Maybe that’s not what I want.”

“
You wouldn’t be this hard if you had no interest in fucking me.” Leaving one hand resting on Dom’s thigh, Mason used the other to latch onto the tab of his brother’s zipper and slowly tug it down, intent on unwrapping the sweet prick hidden beneath. He may have already seen Dom’s goods, touched and even tasted them before, but this time was different. For this go round, Dom was well aware of who was on his knees, salivating at the mere thought of swallowing his thick cock. He didn’t know what would happen, if Dom would even let him go on, but Mason had to try. He’d come this far; he couldn’t let a little fear stop him from continuing. If he did, then he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

The zipper slid down with a quiet buzz, revealing the hair-roughened skin beneath. Mason parted the fabric and slipped his fingers inside, brushing over black curls and the silken skin below. His focus narrowed to his hand and the long, hard cock within his reach. Although he feared being shoved away at any moment, Mason dared to brush his fingers over the swollen, plum-colored tip. His digits slid on moisture seeping from the wide slit, slicking his fingertips.

A man could fake a lot of things; he could lie or cheat, but there was no way to feign a hard-on or precum.

Dom wants me, even if he isn’t willing to say the words.

Mason caressed the blunt crown and shallow dip beneath, concentrating on the sensitive areas first. The heavy vein running down the underside called for his attention and Mason gave it, stroking over the thin blue line.

Dom’s cock quivered as a shaky groan spilled from above. “Mason…”

Mason risked a glance upward. His breath caught at the pure, undiluted passion reflected in his brother’s eyes. Without breaking eye contact, Mason leaned forward and laved the damp tip with the flat of his tongue. The bittersweet taste of precum and salty flesh burst over his palate, making him long for more of the briny flavor. He’d always loved giving head, but knowing it was his brother on the receiving end amped Mason’s enjoyment tenfold. More than the desire to please Dom, Mason yearned to show his twin all the pleasures he could provide if only given a chance to love Dom as he wanted.

He compressed his mouth around the damp, spongy tip and laved the slit. Dom’s swollen flesh flexed and twitched, lying heavy on Mason’s lower lip. In need of more, he sucked the shaft into his mouth and twisted his tongue over and around the hard flesh gliding between his teeth. A quick glance up revealed his brother looming over him, watching his every move with deep green eyes gone dark with hunger.

Mason loosened his jaw and swallowed Dom all the way down to the root, gagging a little as the blunt tip slammed into the back of his throat, and buried his nose in the short curls wreathing his twin’s thick cock. The manly scent of sweat and sex filled his nostrils as the hair tickled his nose and mouth.

Tightening his lips around Dom’s cock, Mason retreated up to the flared crown. He bobbed his head up and down, using all the suction he could muster and a liberal amount of saliva to his advantage.

Before he could set up anything resembling a rhythm, Dom’s strong hands were pulling at his hair, jerking him away from his prize. Mason let go of his brother’s cock and glared upward, fearing the worst. Had Dom changed his mind? “What’s wrong?”

“
You’ve already had your chance to play today. It’s my turn.” Dom held his hand out to Mason. “Stand up and get out of those clothes. It’s only fair that I get to see you naked, too.”