“That was fantastic. Damn, I don’t want to go, I want to spend the whole night having sex with you.”
“Then stay.” Jon pressed himself against Carson. “Stay with me. We will fuck on every last surface in this room.”
“I can’t. It’s a business meeting. Okay, got to be tough. Kiss me and let me go. I have to shower again.”
Jon kissed him. He tried to follow Carson into the bathroom, but was banned at the door. “I will never leave here if you get in the shower with me. You have to wait.”
Jon washed at the sink. He’d shower once he got home, he decided. It would be lovely to relive the first time in memory, jacking off under the hot spray. The only thing he regretted was that he never got a chance to taste Carson’s pretty asshole.
They dressed in silence. Neither of them wanted to leave that room, but there wasn’t a choice.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Carson told him. “I’ll stop by the desk after work. I’ll bring some lube.”
They kissed good-bye inside the room, then walked out together like they were just acquaintances. Jon couldn’t help but wonder if Carson really meant it, if he wanted to go on with this. Guys said a lot of things but didn’t always mean them. Still, there was nothing he could do but go along with things. And hope.
Once home, he took his shower and did jack off again, though it wasn’t to any memory, but to the future possibility of fucking Carson’s delicious ass. He could almost see it in his mind’s eye, Carson on his knees, sweet, peach-like cheeks spread open, fat cock swaying between his legs, and Jon pumping away inside him. It was going to happen, he told himself. They were going to do everything to each other. Carson was a keeper.
The next morning Jon dressed with care. He was going to make a good show for Kit and not disgrace Helena. For however long that marriage lasted, he was going to make the effort to be a good step-son and good step-brother. And his reward for doing the right thing that morning would be a long fuck session with Carson that night.
At about eleven-twenty, he took the elevator up to Kit’s office. Kit’s assistant told him to go on into the office, so he knocked, then pushed open the heavy door and walked in.
“What are you doing here?” they said in unison.
“Carson? What’s going on here?”
Carson stared down at his computer screen. Jon Avery. Jonathan Avery? Oh shit, oh shit.”
“Wait… you’re Arthur’s son, Kit? What’s with the whole I’m Carson, I work in Operations?”
“I didn’t want to tell you I’m the CEO right away. And that is my name. Christopher Carson Carruthers. Kit is what everyone calls me. Oh fuck it.”
“That about covers it, yeah,” Jon agreed. Well this week was going well. So far he’d had the most memorable sex of his life with his new step-brother.
Kit made a helpless gesture. “I really don’t know what to say.”
“Oops?” Jon suggested. There was something farcical about the situation, though he didn’t think Kit appreciated it.
“This isn’t good, Jon. What are we going to say to Arthur and Helena?”
“We don’t have to say anything to them right now. I hope you weren’t considering calling your father and confessing this afternoon? Oh God, you weren’t, were you?”
“No, of course not, but he’s going to know something’s wrong. I’ve never been good at hiding things from him.”
“He’s on his honeymoon! He wouldn’t know if you grew a second head unless you told him.”
“You think we can just go on without telling them?”
“I think we have time to talk about what to do.”
“Well it has to stop.”
And that piece of news made Jon’s gut clench. He didn’t want it to stop. Not ever. He wanted to go to his grave screwing Kit. “Why?”
“We’re brothers!”
“Only in the vaguest possible way. And I’m not the one who has fucked his way through his cousins, so why are you being so prissy about this?”
“Because my father would be. Look, he’s been alone for a long time, and I don’t want to ruin this for him. It means a lot to me that he seems happy for the first time since Mom died. Don’t you care what Helena thinks?”
Jon wanted to bristle, but he couldn’t. He understood what Kit was saying. Of all the arguments he might have used, the happiness of their parents was the only one that made sense. “So I gather he didn’t know about all those circle jerks.”
“Oh my God, no.” He got up and began to pace. “They can’t ever know.”
“I’m not telling anyone, are you?”
“No.”
“Well then.” Jon sighed deeply. “Does he even know you’re gay?”
“He knows, but he wishes it was otherwise. I mean he’s never said anything negative to me about it, but I know he’s hoped that it was a phase and that there would be grandchildren.”
Jon felt sad for Kit when he heard that. Helena had taken the news with her usual sang froid, and had said, “I was wondering when you’d tell me, darling.” He didn’t know how he’d feel if he thought she couldn’t accept who he was.
“Jon, I’m so sorry.” Kit took hold of Jon’s hands and closed his eyes. “I wanted us to happen so much. This is killing me.”
You think it’s killing you? Jon thought just before Kit caught hold of the back of his neck and kissed him fiercely. “Holy shit, what happened to this can’t happen?”
“I don’t know. You smell too good. I can feel you. I want you so much it’s like an ache.” His hands were shaking. “I don’t think I can be strong about this. I don’t know how to.”
“I can’t be strong for you. I want this too much. They kissed again, so sweetly that it made Jon’s heart ache. “We can do this. They don’t need to know,” he insisted. “That I can do.”
“You think?”
“Sure. How often do we see them? We’ll have to get through Thanksgiving is all. We can do that.”
Kit looked hopeful. “We’re adults. No one has to know.”
“Not a single person,” Jon promised as he began to unfasten Kit’s trousers. “This is just between us.”
Kit grabbed for Jon’s belt. In a few moments they both had their trousers and shorts around their ankles and were rubbing against each other like teenagers, cocks stiffening with dizzying speed, mouths locked together. In less than a minute, Kit had come, and thirty seconds later, Jon let loose with a load of cum, all over Kit’s furry belly.
Jon had the suspicion that the tang of the forbidden was what got them off so fast, but he didn’t say anything. Kit produced a box of tissues and they cleaned up. “Are we still on for tonight?” Kit asked.
“Your place or mine?”
“Yours.”
“Let me give you the address.” He wiped his hands and wrote his information on the back of an envelope. “Bring whatever you need for an overnighter.”
It was a make or break, he realized. Kit could easily spook at any point, but if Jon could get a firm lock on Kit’s emotions as well as his libido, he might have a chance to hold on to him for a while at least. It might not last, but they could have something together. They deserved that as much as their parents deserved their own happiness.
As for his own libido and emotions, those had belonged to Kit since their hotel tryst. It was terrifying to recognize that you were in love with someone who had every reason in the world to not want to be with you. Apart from great sex. More than anything he wanted to call Helena and cry on her shoulder, but his staunchest ally was now forbidden to him.
He spent the rest of the day in a haze and made a couple of stupid mistakes that earned him a sharp reprimand from one of the other executives. He wanted to tell the guy to go fuck himself, but he just said, “I’m very sorry. It won’t happen again.” At four he closed down the desk and left for home, wondering if Kit would even show up. By seven that evening, he was convinced that it really was over, that Kit had decided to be sensible. He wondered if there’
d be flowers on his desk come Monday, with a note saying, “I’m sorry.”
He pulled a pint of chocolate chip ice cream out of the freezer, turned on the TV and curled up on the couch to gorge on ice cream and maybe cry a little while he watched some old movie with Greer Garson.
At seven-twenty his doorbell rang.
“What?”
“It’s me.”
Jon hit the buzzer so fast that he didn’t even have time to consider whether he had any pride left or not. He waited in the doorway, clutching the half-eaten carton of ice cream and waiting for the elevator doors to open. When they did he saw that Kit had brought an overnight bag. In the other hand there was a grocery bag.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“I would have been here earlier but I stopped at the store. I thought I’d make dinner for us.” He peered into the carton and laughed. “I guessed right on the ice cream too.”
“You brought me ice cream?”
“I did. It must be love, right?”
“If it isn’t it’s a big old case of like.”
“That too.” Kit leaned in for a quick kiss. “I should have called, I suppose, but you didn’t give me a number.”
Jon slapped his forehead. Yeah, of course he’d forgotten something that basic.
Kit got to work in the kitchen.
“So what’s for dinner?”
“Filets with pan sauce, a baguette, and a salad. I didn’t know what you had in the house so I got everything I needed, but we’ll use it up eventually, I imagine.”
He planned to come back. That was him saying that he would be coming back. Jon nearly did a little dance. “Can I help?” he asked.
“Yes. You can sit there and keep me company.”
“With pleasure.”
“Open the wine will you? We’ll have some while I cook. And tell me about yourself and about Helena. I only know what Dad’s told me and what I’ve read.”
“Well you shouldn’t take the media too seriously.”
“I don’t generally. Do you know, I’ve never seen her show?”
“I’ve got all the episodes if you want to see them.”
“I think I should considering that she’s my step-mother now. But what about you? Tell me about your life?”
Jon caught himself about to say, “there’s not much to tell,” and switched gears. “Well I’m the reason why she got married the first time. She was just sixteen when I was born, and my father was the archetypal bad boy. He probably wouldn’t have married her if she hadn’t told him she’d hunt him down and kill him if he didn’t.”
“She didn’t!”
“She did. He was scared to death of her to the end of his life.”
“Oh he’s gone. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. He was bad news. The bad boy turned into a pathetic jerk of a man. They were divorced when I was three and how she stuck it out that long I don’t know.” He hadn’t thought much about his father for years, but now he found himself remembering Cal Avery with mixed feelings. He hadn’t been a bad father when he remembered he had a son. Half the trouble between them had been Jon’s fault.
“So you can’t have felt that receptionist was a career goal.”
“I’m actually an actor. I had a tiny part in Mom’s series, and I’ve done a couple of movies which amounted to nothing much.”
“I’d ask if it was anything I’m likely to have seen, but I don’t get out much.”
“Why is that?”
“I work a lot.”
They exchanged life stories as Kit cooked. It was clear that cooking was one thing that he made time for because he was at ease in the kitchen.
“No one has ever cooked me a nice dinner like this.”
“Not even Helena?”
“Cooking isn’t her strong suit and she knew it from an early age. Any nice dinners we had were cooked by other people.”
Kit plated the steaks and added a pile of salad and a hunk of French bread. “Let’s watch some TV.”
They sat down to watch the series from the beginning when Helena’s character was a young, inexperienced woman, utterly out of her depth around the supernatural creatures who she kept on encountering. Some she killed, some she slept with, prompting Kit to observe that the show was surprisingly sexy.
“Just wait. They push boundaries right and left. There’s even a vampire and werewolf who start out as mortal enemies and end up as lovers.”
“Really?”
“This is cable, they do what they want.”
“How on earth have I missed all this?”
Jon picked out a couple of episodes in which vampire and werewolf got it on big time, and he could tell just by watching Kit’s face that it had the same effect on him as it always did on Jon.
“That was hot,” Kit observed after a particularly graphic roll in the hay.
“Tell me. I find it difficult to accept that the actors are both completely straight family men. They’re so good at that.”
“It’s why they call it acting, huh? So. I’m thinking that we should move this party into the bedroom.”
“You really enjoyed that last episode, didn’t you?”
“A lot, yes.” Kit was grinning.
“Ice cream after?”
“I’m thinking we’ll both need some.”
This time the sex wasn’t frantic or awkward. It seemed as if they both had the sense that they had time, they could pace themselves. Kit took the lead, exploring Jon’s body slowly and thoroughly, stroking him as if he was a big cat, kissing, licking, biting his way from Jon’s feet to the top of his head where he buried his face in the dark curls with a sigh of real happiness. “I’ve never felt like this before, Jon.”
“Like how?”
“Settled. I guess the thing that made me feel so uneasy to begin with has made me feel that we have more of a stake in being together. We’re brothers. We will always be part of each other’s lives won’t we? We have a reason to make this work, and the time to work out any problems. There’s no real escape.”
“You see that as a good thing? Most men I know would be running in the other direction.”
“I like stability. I’m used to it. Until Mom died, we were the most solid family I knew.” He pivoted on the bed and pulled Jon over onto his side, and began to suck his cock. He was good at it, too, taking his time, finding all the super sensitive bits and testing them with his lips, fingers, tongue, to find out what Jon liked best. Jon had the sense that he was storing the information for the future. Jon likes it when I tickle his slit with my tongue. Jon likes that I hold his balls when I suck him. He was methodical, but sensitive to any responses Jon made, repeating touches until he knew what it was that excited Jon.
He stiffened Jon’s cock, then grabbed the bottle of lube. “This is supposed to be very slick.” He squirted some into his hands and warmed it before he touched Jon’s erection, and when he did, when his lube-slick hands slid up and down Jon’s penis, Jon thought he might not be able to wait long enough to fuck Kit.
“Wait, stop. I’m too close. Lie down on your stomach and let me put some on you.”
Kit did as he was told, but before Jon opened the bottle, he said, “I washed thoroughly outside and in.”
“I love the way you remember things.”
“I wanted you to do it,” Kit told him. He lifted his pelvis up off the bed slightly spreading his knees wide. Jon knelt behind him and laid a tender kiss on the tight ring of muscle before he began to tongue it delicately. Kit tasted as good as he’d hoped, all warm and man-scented, musky from his arousal. He circled the ring with his tongue, and slipped it inside Kit, flicking at the muscle. Then he lay his tongue flat against Kit’s anus and Kit groaned softly. And I’ll remember how much he likes that, Jon thought with pleasure.
He lubricated his fingers and began to work them into Kit’s tight sheath. Underneath him, Kit was bucking and twisting, whispering things that Jon could barely hear. It didn’t matter. He knew they were dirt
y, he knew they were crazy and exciting, and he knew Kit was begging to be fucked hard. He positioned himself and pushed his cock deep into Kit’s ass.
“Oh GOD YES!” Kit shouted. “Fuck yeah, yeah.”
Jon reached around and cupped his cock and balls as he pumped into his brother’s ass. He could feel Kit’s cock swelling, his balls tightening. He thrust harder and faster and Kit began to whimper. His cock started to leak, and Jon rubbed the pre-cum all over the head of his penis.
His own thrusts became erratic as he hit the edge and then he stiffened and shot his cum deep inside Kit. A few moments later, he felt Kit come in his hand.
He gave Kit’s ass cheek a slap and pulled out. “I want to do that every fifteen minutes until we both die,” he said, stretching luxuriously.
“Maybe not until we die, maybe until we’re nearly dead.”
“Okay then, nearly dead.”
“Then we can start again.” Kit rolled onto his side, facing Jon. “I have a question.”
“Sure.”
“Does the whole brother thing make it more fun for you?”
“You’re a kink!”
“Don’t tell me I’m the only one.”
“No, you’re not. There’s something kind of hot about it.”
“Because it’s forbidden.”
“If it wasn’t, everyone would be doing it.”
“And then it wouldn’t be fun anymore,” Kit said.
“Bite your tongue, mister. This? Never not fun.”
Kit pulled Jon into his arms. “The minute I saw you I know you’d be good for me, that we’d be good together.”
“I should have put that elevator out of commission sooner,” Jon murmured. His eyelids were growing heavy.
“You really should have.” Kit agreed.
Jon thought that it was nice being able to fall asleep with Kit like this. There was an animal pleasure to sleeping with another person.
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