“Until he met both of us,” Alec said. “I’ve felt that from the beginning.”
Alec watched his brother pour himself a cup of coffee. As Derek continued to talk, Alec saw him reach for a knife, cutting apart the cinnamon rolls.
“I want Vince to follow his heart,” Derek said. “I plan to help him accomplish that. Frankly, the idea of my partner in another man’s arms, including my own brother, is arousing. However, I don’t believe what Vince is feeling is entirely sexual. He craves emotional intimacy with you as well. While I desire to fill all of his needs, I suspect there are a few only you can quench. Am I jealous? No. Because, I know what Vince and I share is exclusive to us.”
“I can’t imagine what he’d want with me.”
“There are three things I want you to do for me,” Derek said.
“What?” Alec asked laughing.
“First, I want you to stop being so hard on yourself. Alec, you are my brother and I love you. I want you to be happy. Second, I want you to work on bringing your dominant personality to the surface. Vince craves that from you. Third, he is your husband, too. If you want to talk with him privately…make love to him alone…that doesn’t require permission from me. Hell, the three of us are middle-aged. Games are not going to be played.”
“Now you’re contradicting yourself,” Alec said laughing again.
“All except drag show games.”
“What about drag show games?” Vince asked.
Alec looked up to see Vince walking into the kitchen. The pair of black skinny jeans and white tank top looked molded to his body. Alec could see every toned inch and curve of his physique. He felt his cock getting hard.
Derek retrieved the fruit salad from the fridge, as Alec stood up pressing his body against Vince’s back. He wrapped his arms around his partner’s waist. Derek was busy placing food on plates.
Alec used the opportunity to talk to Vince, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t wait to feel your body against me tonight.” Alec continued to talk, kissing the side of his lover’s neck. He turned Vince to face him, looking up into the man’s eyes. “Let me fulfill your desires, Vincent.”
Vincent’s eyes were staring down into his, as Alec reached up to brush his fingertip across the full lips inches from his face. Damn, the man was sexy.
“You two lovebirds need to eat before it gets cold,” Derek said.
Alec noticed Vince was still looking into his eyes. The gaze seemed as if his partner was waiting for something. Without saying a word, Alec began to test the waters of Derek’s suggestion to bring his dominance to the surface. Alec reached for the cinnamon roll on his plate. He broke off a piece of the dough, smearing some of the icing across Vince’s lips.
From Derek’s position behind them, Alec knew his brother couldn’t see the sensuality that washed over Vince’s face. Nor the fact his lover briefly closed his eyes, while Alec leaned in to lick the confection from Vince’s bottom lip.
“I will fulfill your desires and take care of your needs, Vincent,” Alec said.
* * * *
After breakfast, Vince got into the passenger seat of Derek’s Lexus LX SUV. When he shut the door, he looked briefly into the rearview mirror at Alec sitting in his dark blue Chevy Silverado truck. Smiling, Vince thought Alec’s choice of vehicles fit his new partner’s down-to-earth personality.
“A penny for your thoughts,” Derek said.
“Nothing,” Vince replied.
“He’s loved you for a long time, baby.”
“Now, I believe I’ve loved him for just as long. My heart was just too afraid to admit it. I’ve been falling in love with him for a while.”
“Now, you’ve got that chance.”
“I’m excited about being with him tonight,” Vince spoke in a hesitant tone.
“I’d be worried if you weren’t.”
As Vince watched his partner pull out of their driveway, he looked once more into the rearview window. Alec was following them. Derek’s hand reached for his. Vince twined their fingers.
“How many loads do you think it will take?” Vince asked.
“How many do you want it to take?” Derek countered with a smile.
“Damn, Derek,” Vince replied, playfully.
“I don’t know. We’ve got the two vehicles. I think maybe a couple. Alec sold all of his furniture. What other items he couldn’t sell, he donated to charity. All he’s bringing is his personal belongings, clothing, and of course his book collection. My brother loves to read.”
“He’s got good grammar.”
“The traits of an English teacher,” Derek said.
“He makes me feel good…when we make love.”
The last two words Vince spoke trailed off as a quiet whisper. He turned his face to stare out the window.
“I know your heart, baby. I also know how my brother makes you feel…how we both make you feel. I want you to submit to that.”
“Why now, Derek?”
“Why not? Because you’re ready, baby, and so is Alec.”
“I’m still nervous. I haven’t been with another man. At least not in the way I will be tonight with Alec. I know I’ve been intimate with the two of you together. That was different.”
“How? I’ve watched my brother touch almost every inch of your body. He’s been inside your ass, your mouth, and I have seen the desire in your eyes for him.”
“I know that, but you were there.”
“I’m always with you, Vince, in your heart.”
“Even when we met, I had fantasies about loving more than one man. I didn’t just want it for sex. I—”
“I have suspected that. However, that decision was one you had to make.”
“I wasn’t the one who propositioned Alec,” Vince said, glancing at Derek with a smile.
“No, you weren’t, but I gave you the permission you subconsciously felt you needed.”
“Hell, sometimes I feel you know me better than I do myself,” Vince replied. “Last Saturday seemed surreal. Alec has always been so reserved with his feelings. Many times, I wanted to believe he felt the same way I did.”
“And now you know.”
“Yeah…I do.”
Vince rubbed his fingers against Derek’s hand. He felt his partner’s grasp tighten, as memories of the first time they made love flooded his thoughts. Derek had taught him the pleasures of being in bed with a man.
Derek’s hands had been patient, yet persistent, as they caressed Vince’s body on a warm summer night twenty years ago. A commitment had led to tender kisses. Vince could still feel the touch of Derek’s lips on his dick—his first blowjob. Finally, Derek’s mouth brought a sweet release of cum from his cockhead.
His lover had been quite the gentleman, and it wasn’t until the following evening that Vince felt Derek’s fingers inside his ass. When one man loves another, he sometimes wants to be inside his partner. Will you let me be inside your body, baby? Vince heard Derek’s words in his mind. He remembered looking up into Derek’s eyes, nodding. Then, the fullness of his lover’s hard cock, as it penetrated his body. Derek had dealt with Vince’s pain, countering it with tenderness.
The first two nights spent with Derek had built not only love, but trust. So on the third evening, Vince moaned in pleasure when Derek’s tongue slipped inside his anal cavity. Derek had rimmed him almost to the point of coming, before he removed his tongue, slipping his fingers inside instead. His lover found his prostate and got him off.
On the fourth night, Derek spoke very little. He had even quieted Vince’s words. Words don’t mean shit, Vince. Learn to love me with your heart and body. For the next hour, they had indulged in every pleasure Derek had taught him. The next evening, Vince spent time curled in the loving arms of the person he felt he had become a man with.
“Remember the first time we made love?” Vince asked.
“I remember all four of those first nights. The fifth being the most special,” Derek replied.
“How�
��s that?”
“There was no physical lovemaking that night, only the love I made to you in my heart.”
“I love you….Daddy.”
Vince turned his face briefly to see Derek make eye contact with him. Then his partner’s eyes were once again focused on the road ahead.
“I haven’t heard you call me daddy in a long time.”
“I’m feeling like a young man all over again.”
“Good,” Derek said. “That’s why you are spending a few nights alone with Alec.”
“I still feel like a young man with you.”
“Baby, stop it,” Derek said laughing. “I’m not jealous, nor am I worried about us. However, Vince, you do keep me a young man, too.”
Vince felt the SUV slowing, as they pulled into the driveway of Alec’s home. He saw the blue Silverado pull up next to their vehicle.
“Let’s get my brother moved in so the two of you can work on a life together,” Derek said.
Chapter Five
Alec sat at the bar drinking a beer, as he watched Vince work the floor at Infinity. Saturday night was dedicated to drag. Even though the club was full of patrons dressed in drag, Vince was the hottest queen.
Infinity opened at nine, so Derek had left their home at seven to start payroll. That had left Alec alone with Vince. When his partner had walked down the stairs to meet him in the living room, not only had he felt his dick harden, but he was overcome with an urge to take Violet back upstairs and skip the club altogether. Damn, you look good, Violet. As Alec took another sip of beer, he remembered Vince’s response. The outfit was a gift from Derek.
Reaching into his pocket, Alec fingered his own gift for Vince. His fingertips brushed the velvet box. Alec had bought the symbol of love yesterday afternoon. Once they were alone, he planned to place the ring on Vince’s finger. He removed his hand from the pocket of his slacks and continued to hold his beer, his eyes having never left Vince’s body.
Even though Vince was a gay male, Alec knew he sometimes preferred to be addressed with female pronouns while he was in drag. As Alec stared at his lover mingling with the crowd, he marveled at her unbelievable beauty. Violet Whispers was one damn fine queen.
She was wearing Derek’s gift, a sequined silver cocktail dress. The hem stopped right above her knees. The formfitting number had a spaghetti strap over one shoulder, and a full length sleeve that touched Violet’s wrist on the other arm. Alec surmised Derek must have bought the shoes at the same time, because the silver platforms sparkled in unison with the dress’s fabric each time Violet moved her sexy body. The four-inch heels made Violet’s six-one frame tower over the rest of the guests. Alec loved a queen that fit his personal definition of the word.
Violet hardly ever wore stockings. She didn’t have to. Her toned legs were smooth, silky, and tanned. Alec imagined Vince lying in a tanning bed wearing nothing but a speedo. Vincent, you’re not only a damn fine queen, but a hot gay man. Just like earlier when they were alone, Alec felt himself becoming aroused.
Not only did Violet Whispers’s clothing remain synonymous with her image, but so did her hair and make-up. Violet’s signature brunette wig was teased in gentle waves. Her make-up a sexy palette of violets and ice grays. The only difference was instead of mauve lipstick, Violet’s lips were a dark wine color. Alec presumed the lipstick was meant to match her amethyst jewelry.
Smiling, he once again fingered the ring box in his pocket, containing a masculine gold band with four amethyst stones. His thoughts continued to drift to later that night. He hoped Vince would tell him he was in love with him. Alec had waited twenty years to hear those words. Now, images of Vince responding to his touch drowned out the music.
The club was starting to come alive, as it filled to standing room only. Strobe lights continually flashed, as a live DJ spun the latest dance music. From where Alec sat at the bar, he had a perfect view of the dance floor, which included two above-head platforms. Each one was occupied with a male stripper.
“Hey, darlin’,” Violet spoke, as she approached Alec at the bar.
“I was just about to ask you if you wanted to dance,” Alec replied.
Not giving Violet a chance to reply, Alec reached for his lover’s hands, leading the sexy queen onto the dance floor. Alec pulled her close against his body, as they moved to the rhythm of the music. Their bodies sensually rubbed.
Female pronouns were quickly fading, as Alec felt Violet’s body rubbing against his own. Not only was he able to see the masculinity behind Violet Whispers, but he felt it beneath his hands. Then he made eye contact with his partner. The look he received almost undid him right there on the crowded dance floor.
Reaching for Vince’s hand once more, Alec led him away from the crowd. He had to push them through tightly packed bodies. When a shower of confetti rained down on their heads, Alec felt Vince pull them tightly together once more. Vince’s lips were against his own. The passionate kiss they shared, surrounded by other guests, was Alec’s indication it was time for them to blow off Infinity and find a more private location.
First, he remembered a short conversation he had with Derek right before his brother had left to go to the club. Vince had been upstairs getting dressed. Derek wanted to play another drag show game. Alec had been instructed to bring Vince to the club’s office before the pair left to go home. Smiling, he led Vince down a hall away from the lights and music.
“I thought we were going home,” Vince said.
“Derek wants to see you first,” Alec replied, opening the door to the office.
“Hi, baby,” Derek said, standing up from behind the desk. “I can’t let you go home this aroused. The first time alone with Alec should be slow and sensual, not filled with a blinding need for release.”
Smiling again, Alec recalled the details of the game Derek had shared with him. Alec shut and locked the door. Derek immediately walked to the light switch and flicked it off. The room was pitch-black.
“Derek,” Vince moaned.
“I’m right here, baby,” Derek replied.
Alec was behind Vince’s body, pressing himself against his partner’s back. Derek was standing in front of Vince. He listened to the soft sounds of his brother kissing their husband.
“We both love you, Vince,” Derek said. “Alec and I want you to open up. Surrender your heart. Baby, I don’t want you to think about who’s touching you. I just want you to feel the love in the two pairs of hands cooling your arousal. Shh…don’t say a word.”
Alec imagined Derek had placed a finger on Vince’s mouth, because the rest of the game was beginning to unfold. Then all went quiet, as Alec silently traded places with his brother. Vince was oblivious to the change, and would not know whose hands were touching different parts of his body.
When Vince whimpered, Alec dropped to his knees, pulling up the cocktail dress. He shoved the fabric around his lover’s waist. In the dark, he pulled Vince’s spandex shorts away from his body. He removed what felt like a lacy thong, as Vince’s cock came untucked. He heard another moan, as he took the length of his partner’s shaft into his mouth.
Alec heard Derek’s voice, barely above a whisper. The intent was to disguise the sound so Vince could not recognize him. “I’ve got my fingers buried deep inside your ass.”
“Please let me know which one of you is sucking me. Damn, it feels so good! God, it feels so damn, good!”
Alec wrapped his hands around Vince’s body, caressing his lover’s buttocks. He felt Vince’s flesh being pulled apart by his brother’s hands.
Derek was whispering again. “Now I’m going to find your sweet spot, Violet Whispers. Hmm…are you going to tell me where I can find it?”
“Fuck! Fuck! God, your fingers feel so good…and the lips wrapped around my cock!” Vince spoke, as his words faded to a sensual groan.
Vince’s hands on the back of Alec’s neck were pulling him deeper. He let the heat of his mouth envelope the swollen flesh, as he felt the entire shaft pulsati
ng. Vince was close, real close. Alec picked up the pace, sucking firmly from base to tip, licking the pre-cum that continued to form on Vince’s cockhead. The taste was salty and sweet. Vince’s dick was buried so deep inside his mouth the tip was rubbing against the back of his throat.
“Such a beautiful and naughty queen,” Derek whispered. “Letting two brothers take you like this.”
“My prostate,” Vince moaned. “Oh, god, don’t stop! Hell, please don’t stop!”
“We love you, Violet,” Derek spoke in the same hushed tone.
“Yes, Violet, we do,” Alec whispered, taking Vince’s cock from his mouth for just a split second.
The game was meant for Vince, but Alec knew both he and Derek were just as aroused. He heard the excitement in all three of their voices. Alec’s cock was rock hard, straining against the boxers inside his slacks.
“Brother, let’s finish him,” Derek said.
“Shit,” Vince cried, “so many fucking fingers inside me!”
“Four, and you’re still fucking tight!” Derek replied.
Alec felt Vince’s body beginning to tremble. He cupped his lover’s buttocks tighter, kneading the flesh beneath his fingertips. Vince’s semen was now coating the inside of his mouth. Alec felt the motions of Derek pumping his fingers inside their husband, as the action continued to push Vince deeper into his mouth.
Vince was whimpering, still trembling in their arms. Alec got up and cradled him against his chest, while Derek wrapped his arms around Vince’s back.
“Please tell me,” Vince pleaded. “I want to know.”
“No,” Alec whispered. “Fuck! I’m going to break the rules.”
Derek had said neither one of them should seek release. Alec hoped his brother wouldn’t mind he was unbuckling his pants. His cock ached. He was past aroused, and knew he could not wait until he got Vince home.
“Break the rules, brother,” Derek whispered, “because I am. Are you going first?”
“Yeah,” Alec replied.
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