Twin Ties 2: Twin Affairs

by Lynn Kelling

  Finally, five o’clock rolled around. Luka ran to his truck after a lightning-fast shower and outfit change. He sped all the way to Brennan and Evan’s and was surprised to find Evan sitting outside on the front stoop, though not as surprised as Evan was to see Luka.

  Luka parked in front of the house rather than in the driveway for a quicker getaway if Alek came at him with murder in his eyes. Evan was on the phone, so Luka walked up to him without saying a word. Waiting for the call to end, pacing restlessly, Luka bit at his nails and fidgeted maddeningly until Evan was finished.

  “Yeah. No, I haven’t seen Jimmy recently. No. Yeah, okay, Dad. I will. Yeah, I promise. No, I know. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Sure. Don’t listen to Brennan, it’s fine. Really. Nope. Well, can’t you tell me what the surprise is now?”

  Evan sighed and braced a hand against his temple. There was the briefest flash of heart-swelling relief in Evan’s eyes before he turned away, covered it up, and shut Luka out to get through the conversation with his father.

  “Fine. Yeah. Okay. Talk to ya later. Me too. Bye.”

  “Hang up, hang up, hang up,” Luka murmured. He bounced slightly on the balls of his feet, squelching the instinct to tackle Evan to the grass, kissing him all the way down.

  When Evan ended the call, Luka fell to his knees at Evan’s feet and scooped him up into his arms. Evan exhaled thickly, then buried his face in the side of Luka’s neck.

  “God, it feels so good to hold you,” Luka moaned. He breathed in the scent of Evan, filling his lungs, holding the back of Evan’s head. “I missed you. I was really worried about you. Didn’t sleep a minute last night, so I’m kinda pumped on, like, four thermoses-worth of coffee. How are you?”

  Evan let out a shaky gasp, tangling a hand in Luka’s hair.

  “Ev, don’t. Please don’t cry,” Luka sighed.

  Pulling back mere inches, Evan, frowning heavily, caught Luka’s lips in an urgent kiss. It broke down all the walls containing Luka’s more base impulses and Luka surged into the contact, licking past Evan’s lips, claiming his mouth. Their jaws worked as the kiss deepened. Evan gave Luka everything he had until they were both breathless.

  “What are you doing here,” Evan marveled.

  “Bren called me.”

  “What?”

  “He said I should come over, that you might want to see me.”

  “Hell yeah, I want to see you,” Evan said, keeping hold of Luka, his blue-eyed gaze searching.

  “Why, he didn’t tell you?”

  “No. Wow. I can’t believe he did that. Can you stay? Please stay. Just for a while?”

  “Yeah, of course I will.” He held Evan’s face in his hands, taking a moment to examine the state of him. “You look exhausted.”

  Evan shook his head, glancing around at the yard, back at the house with Brennan inside, at the car driving slowly past, at the evident lack of seating.

  “Let’s go sit around back,” he suggested. “There are chairs and, um….”

  “Less people watching? Sure. C’mon.”

  Once at the back of the house, they positioned two chairs together in a secluded spot and sat. Looking like he didn’t know what to do or say, Evan scratched restlessly over the back of his hand and asked, “You want a drink? Beer? Water?”

  “No thanks. I’m good. Talk to me. How are you doing today? Be straight with me. You look like you didn’t sleep well. Is it the nightmares again?” Evan nodded, his eyes haunted and ringed with stubborn dark circles. “Which ones? The ones about the attack or the ones about being abandoned?”

  “Both,” he rasped, rubbing a hand over his brow. “Worse than ever.”

  “Maybe you should reconsider the sleeping pills they prescribed.”

  “No way,” Evan insisted. “Too dangerous. It’s not worth it.”

  “That was your dad on the phone, right? It’s good you talked to him. What’s up there?”

  “Nothing, really. I’ve owed him a call for a few days now and he tried me again, so I picked up. Dad was asking me to talk to Jimmy more than I have been, and he was hinting he had some news but didn’t want to say anything yet. When I said I’d flaked on work today, he was kind of upset, and said I’m not ready to go back. He said I should wait a few more weeks, spend more time with Jimmy or at the shelter, just to get out of the house. I don’t know.”

  “Well, he’s right that being at home isn’t really helping you anymore. I heard you talked to Brennan?”

  “Yeah. It was kind of annoying how nice he was being. I wish he was just mad at me. It’d be simpler. Maybe he is, underneath, and he’s just mature enough to not show it. But, he’s like an angel. He just knows how to make everything okay again.”

  “Good. I’m glad you guys worked it out a little. It really seems to affect you two in a major way when you’re fighting, and I hate to see either one of you miserable. How about Alek? You two talk?”

  Evan shook his head, staring down at his lap. Luka took hold of Evan’s hand, giving it a light squeeze.

  “He wanted to, but I fall apart around him. It’s weird. For so long I’ve been able to pretend things were okay, or at least be able to push it all down so I could get out of bed in the morning. Hell, I’ve been lying to Dad for years. I’m good at it. There’s something about Alek, though. It’s too hard to talk to him about a lot of stuff right now, but I can’t hide anything either. It’s like how I used to be with Jimmy, and it’s not just that Alek knows so much. I mean, you all know so much about me, but Alek just….” Evan let out a heavy sigh. “It’s different with him. I’m different with him.”

  “What happened last night after I left?”

  Swallowing thickly, Evan paused, then said, “I kind of lost it and Alek….” He shook his head once, dismissing the memory. “When I woke up in bed, I had no idea how I’d gotten there until I saw him watching me sleep. He was so sweet, so worried. He’s done so much for me. I’ve been so ungrateful and immature. Christ, I have to get out of here.”

  Raising his head, Evan stared off into the distance, his smaller hand fitted perfectly inside Luka’s.

  “What is it?”

  Evan asked, “Will you come with me somewhere?”

  “Sure. Where are we going?”

  “To do what you said we should do last night. I’m gonna be a man. Go to see Jimmy. Talk to him. He’s been my best friend for so long and I’ve just been hiding from him like a child. I can’t avoid facing him anymore.”

  Chapter 11

  Bad Boy

  “Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Alek groaned.

  He parked in the driveway, got out of his truck, and headed for the house. The sight of his brother’s truck out front boiled Alek’s blood. He couldn’t help but imagine Luka taking advantage of Evan once again, but tried to temper his anger until he had at least gotten changed and seen Evan for himself. A small, scared voice at the back of his mind whispered maybe something had happened. Maybe Luka was there because of an emergency. Why the hell else would he come with everything in such chaos? It quickened Alek’s pace.

  In the foyer, he dropped his keys on a table, calling, “Evan? Brennan? Everything okay?”

  “Yeah,” Brennan said, coming forward from the kitchen, drying his hands with a dishrag. He was wearing drawstring pants slung low on his hips, a long, white tank and his silver-framed glasses. He was an alluring, welcome sight, even more so since he was smiling and calm. There was no emergency, Alek could see right away. He sighed and loosened his tie, popping open the top button of his shirt’s collar.

  “How was your day at work?” Brennan asked.

  Alek returned Brennan’s smile with a sly one of his own. “Just fine, sweetheart. Same old, same old. Another day at the grind. I see you’ve been slaving over a hot stove, cookin’ supper?” he asked, nodding toward the kitchen.

  “Nah, no supper, just dessert,” Brennan teased, planting his hands on his narrow hipbones, biting uncertainly at his lower lip at the sound of low voices from outs
ide. He took Alek by the arm and led him back in the direction of his own bedroom, saying, “Can I talk to you for a second?”

  “Sure.”

  They got to the bedroom. Alek slipped his hands into his pants pockets while Brennan shut the door, frowning down at a small spot on his shirt, scratching at it. Pulling the garment up and over his head, he tossed it into the laundry pile before turning back to face Alek.

  “You know,” Alek said. “I think I saw a stain on the leg of your pants. Maybe you should take those off, too.”

  Brennan narrowed his eyes and stepped up to Alek, right into his personal space.

  Barely inches away, Brennan said quietly, “Look, last night sucked and honestly so did the entire morning, but I made an effort to get over myself. I actually made some progress with Evan today. We talked. It was good. So, I’d really appreciate it if you stayed the hell away from Luka right now until you both cool off so we can avoid any more drama.”

  “I’m the one that lives here. I think he should leave.”

  Brennan sighed, looking frustrated, probably because Alek was right. But Brennan argued, “He’s with Evan. Helping. I asked him to come over. It wasn’t his idea.”

  “How the hell do you know he’s helping? Maybe he’s giving Ev a reach-around and laughing at both of us right now.”

  “Alek,” Brennan half-warned, half-begged, his voice a low, rough rasp. He grabbed Alek’s tie, wrapping it around his fist, tugging firmly on it. “It’s just Luka, and you of all people should know he’s not that much of a jerk. Don’t fuck this up. Stay in here with me for a little while. I’m sure once they realize you’re home Luka will take off anyway so he doesn’t get throttled.”

  “You’re all about keeping the peace, huh?” Alek glanced down at Brennan’s grip on his tie. Then he dragged the second knuckle of his index finger slowly down the center line of Brennan’s lean, defined chest and abdomen, making the skin pebble with goosebumps. His small, dark nipples stiffened. “Sweet as sugar, twice as tempting. Saint Brennan.”

  “Yes. I’m trying. I’m—stop that,” Brennan said hoarsely as Alek dragged the knuckle over Brennan’s navel then hooked the finger in Brennan’s waistband. Sliding the finger back and forth, side-to-side, Alek inched the pants down slightly on Brennan’s hips. Brennan’s breathing quickened and he twisted his hand more tightly in the tie.

  “You first,” Alek dared. “Tell me, Brennan, what could we possibly do in here to pass the time, all by ourselves? We’ll have to be quiet. Wouldn’t want to disturb them.”

  Alek scooted the waistband lower. Brennan’s hipbones were fully exposed, as were a few golden curls of pubic hair and the top of his ass. He moved Brennan by taking hold of his bare hips and turning them so Brennan’s back was to the wall. Rubbing a hand down over the firm, rounded muscle of Brennan’s left butt cheek with his fingers dipping under the fabric, Alek squeezed a handful.

  Brennan sighed, “Yeah, that would be really… bad….”

  Brennan’s eyes fluttered shut, his hips canted forward. The grip on his tie dragged Alek lower. He began grinding into the shorter, younger, slender teenager, feeling the hardening line of Brennan’s cock pressed between them, sliding right alongside Alek’s.

  Like a skipping record, Brennan moaned, “Really… really… really….”

  “…Bad?” Alek chuckled, fondling velvety-soft, smooth skin. “How does that make you feel, hmm? Thinking about them fucking, over and over and over again. Getting off on it so much they just… couldn’t… stop.”

  Yanking once, hard, on the tie, Brennan pulled Alek in by the neck, their lips barely touching. Brennan opened for him, breathed into Alek’s mouth. After the softest exhale of wicked laughter, Alek sucked a kiss to Brennan’s bottom lip. Alek pushed his hand further under the back of Brennan’s waistband, palming his bare ass greedily, kneading it roughly.

  Brennan released the tie and let Alek spin him to face the wall, pressing him against it. He yanked Brennan’s pants down impatiently. With his left hand, he found Brennan’s swelling erection, playing with it. The shaft slid through Alek’s opened hand, his fingers curled loosely. While Brennan moved in shallow pushes against the palm cradling him, Alek spat onto his right hand. Reaching down, Alek rubbed the spit around Brennan’s hole. Two fingers pushed through the tight ring of muscle as Brennan parted readily around them.

  Brennan’s mouth fell open around a gasp. He braced his hands against the wall and widened his stance. Grunting through the stretch, he turned his head to the side to find Alek’s mouth right there. His full lips hovered by Alek’s, his breath roughened while Alek watched every reaction.

  Half-chuckling, half-growling, Alek was suddenly achingly hard. He spread his fingers apart, prying Brennan open more, dizzy with lust from the feel of him and the sound of his soft, pleading sounds. The side of Brennan’s face was flush to the wall as Alek trapped him against it, fondling, exploring. Alek’s mouth skimmed over the edge of Brennan’s jaw. He thrust with his buried fingers deeper into the gripping heat of his ass, adding a third, tugging slowly on Brennan’s cock.

  “A-Alek. Yeah. More. Harder. Harder.”

  “You want it?”

  “Yeah. Fuck me. Come on.”

  “But we shouldn’t. It would be bad,” he teased, intoxicated by Brennan, how hot he was for it, pushing back onto Alek’s hand.

  “Shut up and fuck me. Hurry up,” he rasped. “Pull your cock out. Put it in me.”

  Alek freed his hands and said, “Get on the bed.”

  “You get on the bed.” Brennan pivoted in Alek’s embrace, planted both hands flat on Alek’s chest and shoved him backward. Startled, Alek tipped, then fell. The top half of his body sprawled over the bottom of the bed, bouncing a little as he settled.

  With a curse, Alek fumbled, somehow getting his pants opened while Brennan, naked, climbed onto him. Spitting again into his hand, Alek squeezed up his shaft twice, spreading saliva and pre-come. Then he aligned himself with Brennan’s hole and tilted his hips. Brennan helped him out, steadying Alek’s cock beneath him as he sank down onto it. Alek breached him while simultaneously covering Brennan’s mouth, muffling his loud, jagged moan behind a palm.

  Hissing through his teeth at the spectacular grip of Brennan’s body on his cock, Alek worked his way steadily deeper, letting Brennan press down inch-by-inch onto him. Pure lust shivered Alek to the core, lighting up every nerve as some of Brennan’s bravado melted away with a whimper while he writhed on the thick cock impaling him. Then, inexplicably, Brennan sucked a kiss to the palm Alek had sealed over his mouth to quiet him, and licked at it with the tip of his tongue.

  Alek lost it. With both hands, he grabbed Brennan’s hips, held him in place and began to fuck him hard, driving the breath from his lungs.

  Brennan leaned forward. Planting his hands on Alek’s chest, he started to circle his hips, riding Alek’s cock, taking control. Brennan ripped Alek’s button-down shirt open, tiny white buttons skittering everywhere over the wooden floor. He pushed up Alek’s undershirt to expose his chest and played with Alek’s dark, peaked nipples, pinching and twisting them.

  Their movements built to a fast pace, their bodies slapping together. Alek moaned long and low and took firm hold of Brennan’s cock, pumping it. He held on to Brennan’s thigh, gripping it hard enough to leave bruises as his climax rocked him. Alek came, swallowing back a cry, twitching, pushing up frantically into Brennan’s ass, holding Brennan down to make him take it. Seconds later, Brennan had released, hot and messy over Alek’s fingers, splashing come over his own chest and Alek’s torso.

  They both gasped and slowly recovered, clinging to each other, dizzy and spent.

  “So that happened,” Brennan said weakly.

  “Yeah. Gimme a sec. I wanna do it again. We still have a few more rounds left until we’re even.”

  Brennan moaned.

  “Plus,” Alek added, “I’ve always fantasized about having you sit on my face while I eat out your ass, so let’s
do that next.”

  “Oh hell yes. You know, I’m much less upset at Evan and Luka now. Sex therapy works.”

  Alek laughed brightly, then groaned when Brennan flopped down onto his chest.

  As Evan and Luka got closer to Jimmy’s trailer, they stopped holding hands. Evan inched away from Luka’s side, putting a more normal amount of personal space between them. Noticing this, Luka asked, “How do you want to play this? Am I just here for moral support? Keep my hands off and mouth shut?”

  “I have no idea,” Evan admitted. “Somehow I want to show him I’m okay without provoking too many questions about what’s been going on. Jimmy talks to my dad all the time and I don’t know exactly what’s being discussed between them. But Jimmy is someone I’ve always been able to be brutally honest with, so it’d also be a big red flag if I didn’t tell him anything. Plus, I don’t know how much he already knows.”

  “So, you wanna feel him out, then?”

  “Yeah. I guess just let me lead. If he doesn’t know about us, it might be better for everyone right now to keep it that way. No offense.”

  “None taken. Presley was unusually pissed at me when he found out about you and me, so I fully understand wanting to avoid the topic.”

  They walked up to the trailer’s door, which was propped open with soft music lilting from inside.

  “Jimmy?” Evan called, shoving his hands into his pockets. “You home?”

  “Yeah, that you, Evan?”

  “Who else would it be? My identical twin?” Evan grinned as Jimmy appeared in the doorway.

  “It’s good to see you. Come in. Um… Alek?”

  “Luka,” Luka nodded with a supremely polite but somewhat strained smile.

  “Of course. Sorry, I just haven’t figured out how to tell you apart, yet. And I figured… well. Anyway, come on in.”