by Lynn Kelling
Evan’s stomach flip-flopped as both his brother and his boyfriend turned their attention on him, their gazes predatory and sharp. At first, Evan didn’t know if he even wanted sex from them. It’d been months since Alek had been so blatant about wanting to be with him. Was Alek’s newfound openness because Evan had already proved his readiness by sleeping with Luka? Or, was it just because Alek had a chance to be with both twins at once without Luka being there? There was also a lingering worry it had more to do with Brennan than with Evan, and Alek was just including Evan to pacify him. Was Brennan what Alek really wanted? All of these questions rang in Evan’s head at once, mixing together until it was all just nonsensical noise.
But, after a few moments, Evan realized they were both looking him over, not each other, and in a way that suggested it was taking him they were both interested in. He’d seen that look in their eyes before, just never at the same time, and never quite like this.
It had been a long time. Brennan hadn’t topped Evan since the attack, and neither had Alek. Now they both seemed to want to. Together. Now.
“We’ll take it slow, ease you into it,” Alek said. “But if you say you’re ready for us, maybe it’s a good time to see if that’s true.”
“I, uh. Um.” Evan stammered, searching for something to say.
“Interested?” Alek asked, his eyebrow raised in question.
“Am I interested?” Evan echoed. “In—”
“Getting fucked,” Alek clarified.
“Jesus,” Evan moaned, feeling smaller and defenseless with both of their attention so focused on him in a purely sexual way. He couldn’t quite look either of them in the eye. “Yeah, I mean, if you’re interested. I can handle it.”
Hating the quiver in his voice, it seemed to only spur Alek on as he said, “We’ll be very gentle.”
Everything implied by Alek’s words was felt in every inch of Evan’s skin. His heart beat wildly and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. As Brennan’s hand slid up the inside of Evan’s thigh, Evan’s breath caught on a soft, anxious sound which didn’t make it past his tightly sealed lips.
“Oh my god, you’re so cute when you’re nervous,” Brennan grinned.
“I-I’m not nervous.”
Alek chuckled wickedly and leaned in close to the shell of Evan’s ear, whispering, “With what I want to do to you, Jailbait, maybe you should be.”
The threat sent a thrill tickling downward through Evan’s body, all the way to his toes.
“What about Luka,” Evan managed. “We kind of had a fight today before work. He might be upset if we do stuff without him being here.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll give him a call before doing anything,” Alek told him. “And hey, if he gets home in time, he can always take his turn with you too, if he wants, if you can handle it. I’d kind of like to see that.”
“Fuck,” Evan rasped. He cleared his throat and turned back to his plate, covering his mouth with a hand. “How in the hell am I supposed to eat now?”
Luka was exhausted. Wrapping up a double-shift, he felt the need to get out of the gym and get some fresh air all the way to his bones. He wanted to get back to Brennan and Evan’s house and get caught up with everything he’d missed that day, and only heard snippets about via text message.
Jittery restlessness and fatigue set in. He was so close to being done for the day he could taste it. Just a little while longer and he could finally rest. That was when his cell phone started to ring.
He excused himself, stepped away from his client and answered.
“Bren? Hey. I get off in, like, five minutes.”
“Yeah, I know. Sorry. I don’t want to get you in trouble or anything.”
“No, it’s okay. The boss isn’t watching. What’s up? Is something wrong? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Christ, now I feel bad about calling. I’m an ass. You’re such a sweetheart and….” It trailed off. Brennan sounded like he was kicking himself over something, making Luka instantly worry about what could possibly have happened, on top of everything else. He couldn’t take much more, but simple concern for Brennan overrode pessimistic suspicion.
“What’s up?”
“No, never mind. I’ll just wait ‘til you get home.”
“Wait for what?”
Brennan sighed, “Alek and Evan are… you know. They wanted me to join them and I kind of volunteered as, like, spokesman of the group to call you and ask permission. They’re just fooling around right now, and we were going to try to make it last until you get here, too, so you could join us. But I know things have gotten… weird. And complicated. So, I’m asking for Evan, for permission to do this with him. You can totally say no.”
Luka got perfectly quiet. At first he made no reply.
Standing in a corner of the large work-out space, Luka kept one eye on the woman he’d been training who was currently getting a drink of water, and tried incredibly hard not to say no. He wanted to say no. It was right on the tip of his tongue. The shitty part was he didn’t know if he was saying no for Evan or for Brennan. It was blind jealousy and selfishness. Keeping his lips sealed until he knew he’d be able to not just vomit up some childish reflexive reaction, Luka counted to five and tried asking a question instead.
“What are we talking about here, specifically? What are you asking permission for?”
“Taking turns, with Evan bottoming,” Brennan muttered guiltily.
Luka had two strong, conflicting reactions at exactly the same time. He was relieved Brennan was not the one giving it up. A large part of him still thought of Brennan as his property, as horrible as that was to admit, even if only to himself. Simultaneously, as images of Evan submitting to the pair of them flooded his brain, Luka came so close to saying no it came out as a swallowed grunt.
Dropping the phone to his side, Luka took a deep breath and tried again.
“You’re saying no, aren’t you?” Brennan said with both awe and sadness.
Initially the best response he had to that question was to say nothing.
“Gimme a sec, okay?” Luka asked. “It’s a little intense to just spring this on me when I’ve been working all fucking day and… Evan and I, we had a fight. So I’m a little… it’s hard to be okay with just… I know I have no right to be so possessive of him. To be honest, if it was you they were taking turns with, my answer would be no.”
“I don’t know if I believe that, but thank you for saying it, anyway.”
“Of course you should believe it! It’s true! Hell, I’d say no if it was Alek, too!”
“So you want us to wait.”
“Jesus….” Luka gripped the phone nearly hard enough to crack the casing. He growled and blew out a breath. “No. I’ll be home in fifteen minutes. Twenty at most. I trust you. I trust Aleksy. It’s okay. You have my permission.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t sound sure.”
“Bren, you’re fucking killing me here, Cupcake.”
“What are you worried about? Tell me.”
“Giving him back to Alek. I’m a selfish prick, I guess. I want both of you for myself. I know what you and I have is strong enough to survive including Alek in it. Maybe I’m just not that sure about me and Evan. I mean we just…” admitted to ourselves we’re in love. I love him so much, Bren. I love him as much as I love you but in this wholly different sort of way and he’s got so much emotional baggage with you two. He’s not ready for this. It’ll screw with his head. I don’t think he’s even come close to forgiving you for shutting him out, so why would he be okay with you passing him around for the fuck of it? The only reason he’d do it is to attempt to show you he’s healthy and able to have sex in some misguided attempt to win you back. He’d do it even if he didn’t want to, even if his answer is really, deep down in his heart, a rock-solid no and how can I let you fuck him when I know his answer is no?
The words lodged in Luka’s throat. He couldn’t get them o
ut. Closing his hand in a fist, he punched the padded arm of one of the exercise machines and forced himself to trust Evan, too. If he could trust Brennan and Alek, he had to trust Evan just as much.
“But,” he continued, eventually. “I don’t know. It’s just an instinctive thing. I’m working to get past it, okay? I’ve been sharing with Alek all my life, so I don’t know why it’s suddenly an issue just because you’re people I care about. Look, I’ve gotta go. My client’s waiting. I’ll see you soon.”
“Okay. We’ll be here. Drive safe.”
Chapter 15
Three’s a Crowd, Four’s a Party
Brennan walked into Evan’s bedroom, the phone call to Luka ended. The lights were out but a few candles were lit and placed on surfaces around the space, casting a warm, flickering glow. Soft music played from speakers hooked up to Luka’s mp3 player. Evan and Alek were both completely naked, their clothes strewn about the floor. Lying on his back on the bed, Evan had his legs drawn up. They were fallen widely open, but when Brennan’s footsteps creaked across the floorboards as he approached, Evan tried to close his knees.
It didn’t work, since his dick was half-buried in Alek’s mouth. With his lips wrapping Evan, Alek used his right hand, working deliberately, unceasingly, with the fingers stuffing Evan’s hole.
Evan’s thighs gently pressed against the sides of Alek’s head. Groaning loudly, Evan shuddered slightly with a wave of self-consciousness. His skin pebbled, tightening, stiffening his nipples. He lifted his hips slightly off the bed with one arm thrown over his eyes. Alek pulled off of Evan with a slurp, leaving him straining, his member flushed dark and fully erect, curving up against his belly. Planting a hand on Evan’s left thigh, Alek pushed it back down to the bed.
“Come on over,” Alek beckoned to Brennan. “We’re just getting to the good part.”
Alek pressed Evan’s cock flat to his abdomen with the junction of his thumb and index finger, holding it there as he licked a wet stripe up the underside, over a thick, pulsing vein. He flicked the point of his tongue up over the ridge, through the divot and across the head. While licking over the slit, Alek spread the three fingers nestled in Evan’s ass and withdrew them slowly.
Evan gasped, his hips tilting up further, chasing the touch of Alek’s tongue.
“Lie still,” Alek’s booming voice commanded Evan. “You’ll hurt yourself. Be a good boy and just lay there, or I stop.”
“Screw you,” Evan growled.
Alek got up on his knees. He leaned over Evan, guiding the arm away from his eyes. Bracing his free hand on the bed instead of touching Evan with it, Alek gave him a wry smile. He pumped his fingers in and out of Evan, prying him open, loosening the muscle. Brennan moved around the bed and sat on the far side of it. Pulling his shirt over his head, he worked his pants and underwear down and off. The whole time, Evan tried to keep staring up at the ceiling. His skin was hot with embarrassment. He lay still as ordered.
As Brennan, naked, shifted closer, Evan’s cock jumped, dribbling pre-come. After a nod from Alek to Brennan, directed at Evan’s right leg, Brennan pulled it down and open, exposing Evan more.
“Alek, come on,” Evan complained. “I’m so close.”
Ignoring this, Alek turned to Brennan. “Luka?”
“Fifteen minutes.”
Evan glanced between them, his expression questioning as he gnawed on his lower lip. He felt incredibly restless and uncomfortable with both Brennan and Alek’s attention on him while he’d been made so submissive and vulnerable. When Brennan stared at Alek’s fingers pumping into Evan’s ass, Evan couldn’t hold in a groan as his skin flushed even hotter with embarrassment.
“What’d he say?”
Brennan gave Alek a telling look. “He knows. It’s fine.”
“Mm, hear that, Jailbait? Your new boyfriend said it’s fine for us to do whatever we want to you,” Alek teased.
“Stop it. Don’t say that. Don’t fucking make a joke about—” Evan tried to move upward, to pull away from Alek and free himself.
Instantly, Alek bore down on him, leaning over him with a hand planted over Evan’s shoulder, their faces a breath apart.
“Don’t be mean,” Evan said softly. “I’m finally getting to be with you. Don’t be mean to me. Please.”
Alek pulled out, abruptly stopped touching him intimately.
Though he tried to stop them, Evan’s lips curled down at the edges in a heartbroken frown. Biting on them instead, he closed his eyes tightly, holding in tears, holding his breath, too, waiting, wanting to disappear.
Alek sighed and caressed the contours of Evan’s face, his sadly shaped lips. The tough-guy act vanished right away. He said Evan’s name, lovingly.
Opening his eyes, Evan told him, “I don’t want to do this if you’re going to be like that. I’ve waited too damn long and it means too much to me for you to shit all over it like that.”
Alek’s expression twisted with pain. He whispered to Evan between feather-light presses of his lips to Evan’s chest, chin, forehead and lips, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby. I was being a jerk. You’re right. You’re totally right. I’m sorry. I love you so much. I shouldn’t have said that.”
Evan realized, then, how as soon as he started to act less confident, less sure of himself and able to handle everything thrown at him, the more it lured Alek in. Maybe it scared Alek to see Evan act like he could take care of himself, without help. It definitely scared him when Evan chose to be with Luka, just as it scared him when Evan started to exercise against Alek’s wishes. All of that fear pushed Alek away but being naked, fingered, made hard and wanting, begging for Alek’s kindness, showing plainly how Evan had been hurt—it all drew Alek in again. It seemed Evan’s vulnerability was one of Alek’s greatest turn-ons. It was a thought that caused Evan’s skin to prickle with goosebumps, his stomach churning with anxious anticipation for whatever came next.
Brennan lay down beside him, on his side, carefully observing everything in a way that distracted Evan from his worries and bruised feelings. He propped himself up on an elbow.
Evan’s hand quested out. His fingers laced through Brennan’s when he found them. It shattered Brennan’s ability to hold back any longer. He rubbed a hand over Evan’s taut abdomen, down to his pelvis. He squeezed once up his brother’s dick, getting a wrecked, swallowed cry in response. Evan turned his face away from Alek, toward Brennan. The sad little frown was gone but his anxiousness grew even bigger.
“Is this okay?” Alek asked, tracing the line of Evan’s jaw. His other hand quested back down between Evan’s legs. Three lube-slick fingers re-entered him.
Brennan reached lower, fondling Evan’s balls and the soft skin of his sac. Evan turned his face back to Alek, hiding some of his torment and anguish under the curtain of Alek’s hair. Gasping into Alek’s mouth, Evan fought to be still as the fingers Alek had buried in him stroked over his inner walls, smearing lube around, feeling him out. Brennan tugged on Evan’s scrotum and squeezed lightly. Overwhelmed, Evan shuddered and grunted.
“Y-yeah. Yeah, s’okay,” Evan murmured, but when Brennan let him go and instead rubbed down around where Alek’s fingers disappeared into Evan’s body, around his lube-slicked rim stretched wide around the invading digits, Evan’s control started to break. An edge formed in his cries.
Slowly, carefully, Brennan slipped a single finger into Evan along with Alek’s three.
Feeling the burn of the added stretch and the way Brennan’s finger thrust in when Alek’s pulled out a few inches, Evan gasped and trembled. His legs fell open, his knees drawn up. Instinctively, Evan pulled his legs up higher, exposing himself to them, giving them more room to work, and wanting more.
“A-Alek… Alek….”
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” Evan gasped, breathless.
Alek looked at Brennan, then at Evan. “Add another one.”
“I’ve gotta come.” Evan’s voice broke and his hands grasped handfuls of the lon
g, dark hair hanging in tendrils around the sides of Alek’s face. Brennan added another finger and Evan’s mouth fell open around a cry. Alek palmed Evan’s shaft, flattening it to Evan’s belly. He rubbed back and forth firmly, quickly, with the pad of his thumb, just under the head at the little bundle of nerves there.
“Come on, Jailbait. Come for me,” Alek coaxed. “Come for me and let us feel it. Both of us are in you. You feel so good….”
Evan’s strangled cry cut off sharply as his whole body quivered, tensing as his seed shot thickly from his cock, painting his body in splatters. Brow furrowing, making soft, desperate noises, Evan pulled Alek closer by yanking on his hair, letting Alek and Brennan finger him to oblivion.
“You know how many fingers you have in you right now?”
Evan moaned.
“Are you in pain?”
“Does it look like I’m in pain?” Evan countered, panting, feeling slightly delirious.
Before Evan could anticipate it, Alek pulled his fingers out of him, bringing Brennan’s with them, and filled the void with his cock. He drove it into Evan in a smooth, long push that expelled the air from Evan’s lungs in a rush. He adjusted the angle of his hips as Alek thrust, rocking in a gentle rhythm deeper into Evan, kissing him, swallowing Evan’s fevered, thunderous moans.
Alek kept glancing to Brennan, instructing him with only his eyes on where to touch Evan. Reaching out, Alek grabbed behind Brennan’s head and brought him in for a kiss, sucking on his lips, playing with his tongue. Brennan retaliated by fondling the connection of Alek and Evan’s bodies, rubbing around the base of Alek’s shaft, over his balls. He stroked around Evan’s rim and slowly pushed his middle finger in alongside Alek’s dick.
“Fuck,” Evan grunted, his face and body relaxed as aftershocks continued to bombard him. He pushed down onto Alek and Brennan’s finger, thrumming from being stuffed fuller than he’d ever been before.