Two Point Conversion (3 page)

Kyle’s cries as he came sent Kevin to the brink. His dick throbbed,
the bare skin seemed to burn his belly where it touched him. He needed release. Badly. He gasped around Kyle’s softening cock when Kyle tentatively wrapped his lips around the head of Kevin’s own dick. He licked him, his tongue hesitant but so damned hot Kevin thought he’d pop just from that.

Kyle fisted his dick, slicking him with his own juices, half jacking him
, half sucking. It was sloppy and incredibly hot. Kevin arched off the bed, released Kyle's flagging erection, and bit into his inner thigh as he came. He tried not to thrust into his brother’s mouth but, God, he wanted to. He controlled his hips, writhing on the bed beneath his brother as he rode out his orgasm. The thought that he was shooting his load down Kyle’s throat kept him on the edge. He bit too hard, Kyle cried out around his dick and that’s all it took for him to see stars. “Fuck Kyle, fuck, oh fuckfuck
fuck
.”

When he could breathe again, he kissed the spot on Kyle’s thigh
, taking his time licking up the remaining traces of cum while Kyle trembled on top of him.

“Turn around,” he whispered when he was able to put his thoughts into words. He lifted Kyle’s leg over his head and started him in the right direction. “Come up here. Let me kiss you.”

Kyle turned slowly, his movements fumbling, his eyes glazed. Cum glimmered on his chin. Kevin drew him into his arms and held him. The urge to lick the cum from Kyle’s face, to taste it on his tongue, became more than he could handle. Slowly, gently, he cleaned his spunk from his brother’s face. He petted Kyle’s hair, and waited for Kyle to react.

“Say something, Ky.”

“What did we need the oil for?” he asked, a languid smile on his lips as he laid the small bottle on Kevin’s chest.

“I have no idea.” Kevin tossed the bottle toward the nightstand, it crashed into something and fell somewhere on the floor, but he didn’t care. “We’ll figure it out next time…
Will there be a next time?” He wanted this, but he wasn’t going to push Kyle into anything. He wanted to be wanted in return. He wanted to be loved as much as he loved.

Kyle smiled again, his breath warm, soft, sleepy. “After a nap.”

“What about school?” Kevin scooted onto his side up against the wall where he’d slept the night. They were too damned big to share a twin bed, but he’d be damned if he wanted Kyle out of his reach.

“We have car trouble. Battery is dead. No one to jump it. Bus already ran. We missed it. We’re both sick. Chicken Pox. Something serious.” Kyle snuggled close to him his head pressed into the hollow at the base of Kevin’s neck.

“What about practice?” He stroked Kyle’s arm as sleep clawed at his eyes.

“Miraculous recovery. We’ll catch a ride. Something. I can’t wait for next time.” Kyle’s voice trailed off as he fell into a deep sleep, his face tilted up to Kevin’s. Kevin kissed the tip of his brother’s nose and let himself relax. Kyle couldn’t wait for next time. That was enough for him.

Chapter Five

Thursday afternoon practice was mostly a wash due to rain. Kyle whistled as he dripped into the locker room. He’d kicked as much mud off his cleats as he could before coming inside, but he and everyone else tracked in mud and grass. He caught Kevin’s gaze from across the room where his brother had already stripped down to his undershirt and pants. Kyle’s whistle stopped when he couldn’t remember the next note. His dick twitched at the wink his brother threw him.

“You seem incredibly chipper lately,” his friend Sean
Holmes bumped him on his way past. “Almost like you’re getting some. A steady stream of some.”

Jesus. Was it that obvious? Oh
, fuck. Could they tell he was fucking around with his brother? Well, they weren’t fucking. More like heavy sucking and licking. No one had fucked anything, except his throat. He was getting good at sucking Kevin until he came, loudly. He’d even learned to not gag. Oddly he enjoyed the act. And the taste.

Sean whistled loudly and pointed, laughing. “Kyle’s getting pussy. So tell us, who is she? I bet it’s Heather B. She’s been after you for months.”

“If it was Heather, don’t you think you’d have heard about it by now?” Kyle walked over to his locker. He kept his gaze on the vented metal, not daring to even glance at Kevin for help. If he looked at Kevin they’d figure it out.

“That is true.” Sean opened his locker and started peeling off his uniform. Pads would go in the main space, helmet up top. The rest would go home to be washed for the next practice. “So who is it?”

Kyle dragged his wet jersey over his head. He had no lie thought up. Not a damned one. And why was it anyone’s business if he was or wasn’t getting some?

“No one. I haven’t been out in so long
, I can’t even remember the last time.”

“Julianne Hughes.” Sean supplied the name of the last girl Kyle dated. “But she’s hooked up with Conners now.”

“Seriously, how do you remember this shit when I can’t?” Kyle wiped his pads down with a towel before storing them in his locker. He didn’t want mold growing on the fabric. Right now he didn’t know if his parents would spring for another set of practice gear this late in the season. Next year would be different. He’d have everything provided by the football program. He wouldn’t have to worry about keeping practice pads and cleats in good repair.

“Hey, Sean, leave him alone.
If he says there’s no one, then don’t mess with him.” Kevin couldn’t just stay out of it could he? He had to chime in and throw suspicion on them. “I mean it’s been a rough week, our grandmother is dying, you douche nozzle. The parents are in Savannah, we’ve been dealing with everything at home on our own. He’s not seeing anyone. He’s just exhausted.”

Well, that cleared things up.

“Pretty much. Yeah. We can’t cook worth shit. We found that out Monday. I think I still have food poisoning.” That was the lie they’d told for some whacked ass reason. When the car not starting was dismissed because it was too easy to check, they’d resorted to the old standby of vomiting and or diarrhea. Continuing the lie was so easy.

But Sean didn’t seem to believe them. He looked from Kyle to Kevin.

“Okay, so let me get this straight? Are you telling me that the two of you have been parent free since Monday night and neither one of you jerk offs even thought to tell us?”

Kevin ran his hands over his face and groaned. Kyle didn’t know if this was a good thing or…
Nope, nothing good could come of the football team knowing there was an unsupervised area.

“Like we have time to do anything. Come on Sean, Kevin and I are still doing homework every night at midnight. We haven’t had time to even think about what the parents being gone could mean for the rest of you.”

“Dude,
I’m
not taking AP classes.
I’m
not up doing homework until the wee hours.
I
go home and jack off in the shower. I play
Call of Duty
until I drop. Them’s the perks of football, baby.” Sean stood in front of them in nothing but a jock. Kyle found himself comparing his friend’s body to Kevin’s. Sean came up lacking. Jesus he was looking at Sean like he was a girl, sizing him up for sex. What the fuck was wrong with him?

“And that’s why you’re going to be bagging groceries down at the Quickee Mart
in five years.” Kevin said as he finished stripping down to his jock and grabbed a towel. Kyle sat on the bench. No way was he going in that shower with Kevin right now. He was already half hard.

“I’m going to the pros
, baby. You and Kyle’ll be doing gay porn, and I’ll be catching winning touch downs and getting pussy.” Sean flicked Kevin with his towel.

“You’re just jealous because you don’t have a hot twin to do gay porn with,” Kevin shot back
, making kissing noises as he and Sean scuffled. “We’ll be raking it in, while you’re pumping gas somewhere.”

“Mmm
, hot twins. Wonder why we don’t have any hot twin chicks? We get stuck with the two of you. And all the girls screaming Kevin, Kyle. Kevvy, Kylie...” More kissing sounds.

Kyle looked at the floor wondering if he could somehow go back in time to when this could be funny. Because right now it wasn’t the slightest bit funny. Because he wanted to fuck his brother…
Right here, right now.

“You okay, Beauchamp?”
Assistant Coach Myers walked by to check out all of the noise in the shower, and paused in front of Kyle. “You look a little green, kid.”

Kyle tried to smile but his stomach churned. “Yeah, just maybe the left over stomach bug. I think.”

“Are you sure? We don’t want to take any chances with heat stroke. You know nausea is a symptom right?” Coach stopped to look closely while the free for all in the shower grew ever louder.

“Fuck.” Coach walked over to the shower entrance and yelled. “Cut it out in there, or you’ll all be doing extra laps tomorrow.”

The yells and slaps turned into intermittent giggles and a, “Sorry, Coach,” or two. Kyle had to laugh at the last one. Kevin sounded so very, very sorry.

“It’s Thursday, Coach
. Just blowing off steam before game day.” Kyle tried hard to keep a straight face when Coach came back shaking his head.

“Yeah, well, they need to do it at a lower decibel. Or better yet, somewhere else.” He paused and glanced at Kyle. “Which one are you? Without the jersey I can’t tell the two of you apart.”

“Kyle, Sir. And most people can’t. The only reason our parents could is Kevin has a birthmark on his back and I don’t have one at all.” Kyle realized he was nervous and should probably stop talking. Fortunately for him, Coach nodded and kept on walking back to the offices.

He stood up and stripped out of the rest of his wet practice clothes. Deciding that a shower here was just too dangerous
, he dressed and changed his shoes, throwing everything in his gym bag to take home. When Kevin came out of the shower, he was dressed in just a pair of shorts. He rubbed the towel over his head and tossed it in the hamper.

“You’re not showering?”

“At home. Give me your wet stuff, no sense in both of our bags getting soaked.” He held out his bag to take Kevin’s practice gear and waited for him to finish dressing. “How about pizza for dinner. Delivery. I can call…Oh, wait I don’t have the card so we’ll have to wait until we get home.”

“Sounds good. Meat lovers.” Kevin finished packing up his gear in the locker and secured everything. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” Kyle swung his bags over his shoulders. He itched to touch Kevin. The heavy bags kept him too busy to act on that urge. “You feel like driving?”

“It’s your turn. But if you want to swap out, I’ll gladly take the job.” They were almost out the door when he stopped and pulled Kyle back to look at him. His hand warm on Kyle’s face. “Are you feeling okay? You look a little flush
ed.”

Kyle bit his lip to stop the moan that filled his throat at the simple touch. He leaned over and whispered, “I’m horny. Let’s go home.”

Kevin looked as if someone had shoved an icicle up his ass. He froze, his shoulders and back going rigid. He closed his eyes tight and bit his bottom lip. Kyle could tell that he’d heard exactly what Kyle had said. When his brother opened his eyes, fire burned in those brown depths. Kyle had to turn around and start walking to keep from doing exactly what he wanted, which was to lean over and kiss him. His brother. In public. Worse than public. In front of their team, their friends. Oh, God. He was fucked.

Kevin didn’t speak as he took the keys from Kyle
. They threw their gear in the back of the SUV and sat next to each other, the only sound the radio and Kevin’s breathing. When they pulled into the driveway they carried everything into the house and locked the door behind them. Kyle dropped his bags at the foot of the stairs and almost as if they’d choreographed the dance, he moved into Kevin’s arms and plastered his lips to his brother’s.

“I’ve wanted to do that all day
,” Kevin mumbled against his lips as he held him, his hands on Kyle’s hips. Kyle wrapped his arms around Kevin’s neck. They stood breathing heavy and staring into each other’s eyes. The first kiss became as series of soft quick kisses in the mostly dark house.

“Me too,” Kyle whispered between kisses. He’d never kissed anyone exactly his height before
. He’d always been the one leaning down. “What are we doing, Kevin?”

“We can stop. We don’t have to do this
,” Kevin said, but it was too late. Maybe. Stopping would hurt too much. He could hear it in Kevin’s voice, feel it in the way Kevin’s hands clenched and unclenched.

“I don’t want to stop. It’s like you flipped some switch on in me
, and I can’t turn it off now.” He dropped his hands down to Kevin’s waist and pulled his shirt up and over his head. “I can’t think of anything but you.” His own shirt hit the floor, too. Kevin walked him back towards the stairs. Kyle lost his balance and landed hard on the third step. Kevin came down with him catching himself on his knees on the second step.

“We’re not doing anything wrong. This isn’t sex.” Kevin’s kiss was desperate. He leaned over Kyle
, crawling over him, his dick pressed hard into Kyle’s leg. The thin material that made up their practice shorts wasn’t thick enough to hide Kevin’s erection.

Kyle braced himself with his elbows
, and spread his knees wide for Kevin to fit between. He arched his hips, lifting himself off the step while Kevin hovered over him in a suspended push up.

“This
is
sex, Kevin. We’re having sex. And, my God, it feels so fucking good.”

Kevin’s breath became harsh as he rocked slowly over Kyle’s body
, sliding their dicks together through the silky nylon. Warmth washed over Kyle’s face as he strained into his brother, looking for relief.

“If I said I want to fuck you
, spread your ass wide and put my dick inside you and fuck you, would you end this?” Kevin’s breath was hot on Kyle’s already overheated skin.

A thrill raced through Kyle, all the way to his toes, the words triggering orgasm. Too soon. Way too soon. He wasn’t ready for this to be over.

“Oh, God, Kevin. Just the thought—” His knees locked, his hips followed. He caught Kevin’s lips opening his mouth to cry out his orgasm into Kevin’s open mouth. “—Made me come.”

“Is that a yes? You’ll let me fuck you?” Kevin kept up a steady rhythm against him, while Kyle tried to stop thinking
yes, now, here, on the stairs…fuck me
.

Kyle pushed him off. Kevin stumbled to his feet, he reached out for the banister to help steady himself.

“I take that as a no.”

Kyle didn’t answer, instead he sat up and snaked an arm around Kevin’s hips to drag him closer. He looked up into his brother’s shadowed face as he hooked one finger in the waist band of his shorts. He didn’t need to see Kevin’s face to know he wanted this. He
'd stopped breathing, his belly pulled tight, his hips jutted forward.

Kyle could smell him. Smell the soap he used, but underneath the scent was Kevin. And sex. And he wanted that scent on his tongue. He pulled the waist down, slowly, dragging it over his hips, Kevin’s erection popped free of the material and they both moaned. He leaned forward
. Resisting the need to taste him, he buried his face in Kevin’s groin. He breathed him in, leaving a kiss just above the line of pubic hair.

“You don’t have to do this, Kyle,” Kevin managed to say
. His voice seemed caught in his throat. He held the banister with both hands, standing stiff and still right in front of Kyle, his dick reaching out for Kyle, begging Kyle to suck it.

“I want to, Kev. I want to make you come. I want to taste your spunk. I
want
you to fuck me. I want to fuck you. I want this. I want you.” There was no more questioning it. Tonight they would take the next step. Kevin was ready. Kyle was ready. There were no more questions left to answer.

“Okay. Yeah. I want you to fuck me. I do. Oh, baby, make me come, please
. I need to so very badly.” Kevin trembled as Kyle ran his fingers along the hard length of his dick. So much like his own, but connected to his twin. His perfect brother. “I love you. Just you. I’ve always loved you.”