Baked

by Sean Michael

  "More." Dare cried out into Bake's lips.

  Bake's thumb pressed into the tip of Dare's cock and his knees spread Dare's legs. "Lube," Bake growled out, sparing him a quick grin.

  He chuckled, carefully shifted to find the tube.

  Bake met his eyes again. "You up to prepping us?"

  "Sure. I just don't want to sit up too far." He loved touching Dare, and he thought he'd love touching Bake.

  "Do it, then. Carefully." Bake had a smile for him and then was kissing Dare again, hands moving, working to make his twin jerk and moan.

  He got his fingers slick, pushed into Dare, stretching his brother. He heard the rumble from Bake, found the man watching his fingers.

  Dev was so careful, gentle, and Dare groaned. "More..."

  Bake swiped his fingers over the top of the tube of lube and then two fingers pushed in with his.

  Dev gasped and Dare grunted, arched. "Yes!"

  Bake moved his fingers deeper, pushing Dare hard.

  "Fuck. Fuck, yeah." Dare's lips were open, entire body jerking and moving on their fingers.

  "Condom," growled Bake.

  He nodded, his fingers slipping away. Bake added another of his and Dare cried out, the sound harsh but happy.

  "Fuck, you'd be a dream to fist."

  "Fuck. Fuck." Dare starting moving faster, a dull flush climbing up his brother's belly.

  "We'll put it on the to-do list. You got that condom ready, Dev? Your brother needs like a fucking dream."

  "I do." It always unnerved him a little to see Dare so wild. Dare was always so good to him, so easy.

  He put the condom onto Bake, the glove barely snapping around the base of the thick cock before Bake was shoving into Dare. No finesse, no gentleness, Bake just plowed into Dare's ass.

  "Yes..." Dare's face was pure joy, lost in the whole thing.

  Bake grabbed Dev around the neck and tugged him in for a kiss, tongue pushing between his lips just like his cock pushed into Dare.

  Oh. Oh, yum. Dev opened up, sucked on Bake's tongue. He could hear Dare moaning and grunting every time Bake pushed into him, felt Bake's breath huff into his mouth at the same time.

  Dare's fingers wrapped around Dev's cock, stroking him off, and he cried out.

  "Nice." Bake's eyes were on his, even as the sound of Bake and Dare's bodies coming together got louder.

  "Uh-huh. G...good hands."

  "He's got a good ass, too." Bake winked, and then turned full on to Dare, concentrating on giving his twin just what Dare needed.

  Dare's fingers tightened, thumb working the tip of Dev's cock.

  Bake's hand wrapped around Dare's prick, and the three of them stroked and bucked and fucked together like a circle of pleasure.

  "All together."

  "Yeah," Dare moaned.

  Dev nodded. "Okay. Yeah."

  "Good boys. Such fucking good boys." Bake was pounding into Dare now, their skin slapping loudly together.

  Dare's fingers touched Dev, just right, and he bucked and jerked.

  "Now!" Bake didn't shout or roar, but there was a definite note of command in his voice.

  Dev came hard, mouth opening and closing, over and over. Dare's shout and Bake's low groan came together, and the room suddenly smelled strongly of sex.

  He sighed, leaned down into the sheets. "Good."

  "I like to send my boys out well fucked." Bake stroked Dare's cheek and then pulled out and got rid of the condom.

  Dare grinned, then sighed. "Gonna hit the shower. You on from what?"

  "Nine to six." God, he felt guilty.

  "'Kay." Dare hopped up, headed for Bake's bathroom.

  "Does he do that a lot?" Bake asked, relaxing back onto the mattress.

  "Do what?"

  "Pretend to be you."

  "Sure. All the time. Don't you and Bean?"

  "Nobody'd mistake me for that skinny pole." Bake gave him a wink, patted his arm.

  He grinned, knew his cheeks were red. "Dare takes good care of me. I get tired."

  Bake drew him close. "Is there something wrong with you?"

  "I've been to doctors. There's nothing. Dare says I need more exercise. I think he has the energy for four twins."

  Hand rubbing up and down his back, Bake chuckled. "So he's stolen your energy?"

  "Yep. He works all the time." His eyelids got heavy.

  A soft kiss dropped onto his forehead. "You should ask for some of it back."

  "Yeah. Sometimes I think Dare'd like that."

  Bake patted his arm. "Sleep for now, sweet boy. I'll get you something for those ribs later."

  "'Kay." He grinned, melting into the sheets.

  So good to him.

  So good.

  ***

  He was tired. He worked 'til nine at Dev's job, then just crashed at his friend Sammy's house because he had to be at work at four a.m. Now it was five thirty in the afternoon, and Dare was finishing up the last of the day's pastries. Tired. So fucking tired.

  He grabbed his phone, called home.

  "Clay."

  "Hey. It's Dare. I can come home, right?"

  "Thought you two were staying somewhere else?"

  "Dev hasn't come home?" God. God, he was too tired to deal with them.

  "Nope. You need me to pick you up?"

  "No. No, that's cool. I'm crashing at a friend's." Sammy was cool. Sammy'd let him stay one more night. He hung up and looked at his phone; he didn't know if he even had Bake's cell number.

  "...back there."

  "Thanks, Trevor!" Dev's voice got louder as he came through the door into the walk-in. "There you are!"

  "Devvy. I was just about to call you."

  "Oh, yeah? You found the number again between last night and now?"

  "Huh?"

  "We waited up for you last night. You never showed, you never called." Devvy pouted at him.

  "I didn't get off work 'til the shop closed, and I had to be here at four. Don't pout. I'm tired."

  "Come on, then. Bake's waiting. He's gonna feed us."

  "'Kay." He nodded, gave Dev a smile. "Feeling better?"

  "Yeah. Bake's taken real good care of me. Massage, stinky salve that made my ribs stop hurting, kisses..." Dev winked and looped their arms together.

  "Lucky, lucky." He tried not to be bitchy about it, too, but it was hard.

  Devvy laughed. "He's got plenty of what you like, too, Dare."

  "Right now I just need a shower, sweets, and possibly a beer."

  "You'll have to ask Bake."

  They went out into the night, Bake waiting in a big truck with the logo for his landscaping business on the side. The man grinned when he saw them coming.

  Dare waved, smiled. "Hey, man."

  "Hey, Darius." Bake's hand landed on the back of his neck, pulling him in for a solid kiss as Dev climbed in next to him.

  He moaned, opened right up. Oh. Wow. Masterful, strong, Bake's kiss took possession of his mouth and made him like it. The man tasted like something earthy and good. Devvy's hands were on his shoulders, rubbing him.

  He was actually breathless when Bake broke the kiss. "You need food. Then I can feed your soul."

  "Uh-huh." He blinked into Bake's eyes. Wow.

  "Yep. Dinner at The Steakerie. I want to spoil you both."

  "No shit?" He looked at his jeans, his T-shirt. "You're sure?"

  "I'm sure." Bake glanced at him, grinned. "We stopped on the way over and Dev grabbed a shirt for you."

  "Cool. Thanks, Devvy."

  "Anytime. Mike really made you work 'til closing yesterday?"

  "No, he made you." He winked.

  Bake chuckled. "One day that's going to get the two of you into trouble."

  "No way. We're good at it."

  The man's eyes cut from the road to him. "I know who's who."

  "We could fool you."

  Bake shook his head. "You could try."

  He chuckled. "Not tonight. I'm not even sure which twin I am."

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  "Oh." He grinned, pleased, and let himself lean a little bit. "Thank you."

  "You deserve it."

  Bake found a spot in the little lot reserved for The Steakerie's customers, and Dev passed over his shirt.

  "Thanks, Devvy." He squeezed his brother's fingers. "You feeling okay?"

  "Good. It's been a good two days. I'm sorry you had to work so late. You have to be back at the restaurant in the morning?"

  He nodded. "I have another day off in five days, I think, maybe ten. Lester's on vacation and wedding season's coming up."

  "You got plans for the extra money on your paycheck?" Bake asked, eyes on his body as he changed into the shirt Devvy'd brought.

  "I don't know. I think we'll need to look at getting an apartment, probably. Clay's still mad."

  "Well, you can stay with me 'til you know what's going on."

  "Yeah? That's a nice offer." He smiled at Bake. "I'll be honest; I might take you up on it, at least for Devvy. I can crash close to the restaurant anytime I have to."

  "The invitation is open for both of you." Bake stroked his cheek. "I understand being a twin."

  "You do." He leaned into the touch, swaying a little bit.

  Bake indulged him, touching a moment longer, and then Dev's stomach growled and Bake laughed, the sound deep and mellow. "We'd better go eat."

  "Yes. We wouldn't want Dare to turn into a bear." Dev winked at him, laughed.

  Bake put his head back and laughed. "Come on, boys. I want to feed you steak, fries, salad, and the best tiramisu in town."

  "No way. Mine's the best."

  "Is that an offer to cook for me?" Bake climbed out and hit the lock as he and Devvy climbed out.

  "Absolutely." Cooking for someone was love.

  Bake looked pleased at his answer, and the man put a hand on the small of his back and one on Dev, leading them both into the restaurant. He knew the hostess, got a quick hug from her before they were led to their table.

  "I guess the restaurant world is a small one."

  "Yeah. We move from place to place a lot, all of us. Burn out."

  "You looking to own your own place?" Bake seemed genuinely interested, not like he was just making conversation.

  "A formal restaurant? No. No. I want to do specialty cakes, one day, or maybe a sandwich shop." One day.

  "Oh, yeah? Like that guy on TV?"

  "I guess? I like to make the fun ones -- birthdays and babies and stuff, but I do the flowers and piping, too."

  "Cool."

  Their waitress came by for their drink orders and Bake indicated he should go first. "I'd like a Sam Adams and a big glass of water, please."

  "Same, please," put in Dev.

  "Make it three." Bake gave her a wink.

  "You three are easy."

  Darius chuckled. "That's the rumor."

  "We start out that way -- just wait until we order our food."

  Devvy nodded. "We're fierce."

  "Fierce?" That tickled Darius.

  The waitress laughed and headed toward the bar, and Bake grinned. "Fierce? I'm not sure that's the first word that comes to my mind."

  Devvy chuckled and bared his teeth. "Me and Dare, we're fierce."

  Bake smiled at Dev, looking into his eyes. "Excellent. I like ferocity."

  The waitress returned with their drinks before he could answer and took their food order, which turned out to be as easy as the drinks. They all wanted steak and fries with the house salad.

  "Now, where were we?" Bake asked after she'd gone again. Bake's gaze turned to him, the man smiling, seeming to make promises without a single word. He found himself caught, held in those eyes. Bake didn't seem to be inclined to look away, and he could feel the intensity building. His heart started beating harder, faster, and his cock filled. The corner of Bake's mouth quirked, satisfaction darkening the man's eyes. His cheeks went red hot, burning.

  Bake sat back, licking his lips and looking like the cat that got the canary, like the cock of the block. He looked away, eyes meeting Devvy's. Dev smiled, touched his nose, his chin.

  "Beautiful boys." The words were quiet, absolutely sincere.

  His lips parted, and Devvy moaned.

  "Dial it back, boys. Our food is on its way."

  Dev nodded and he sighed, smiled, leaned in close.

  The waitress put their plates down in front of them, and once she'd gone, Bake nodded at them. "Better eat up -- you'll need your strength."

  "Smells good." He did love a nice, aged strip.

  "Should do. It's the best in the city." Bake put his napkin in his lap and grabbed his knife and fork, eagerly digging in.

  He ate happily, and Dev did, too. He was starving somehow, and the steak was perfectly cooked. The conversation was light, Bake teasing him and Dev, talking about sports and landscaping and how that was a world away from the florist's shop.

  He thought he dozed a little between mains and coffee, but he wasn't sure. Not really. It was all peaceful, comfortable. Easy.

  Bake sat back with a satisfied sigh. "That was good. What's coming will be even better, and that's a promise."

  Devin chuckled. "He makes good promises, Dare."

  "I follow through on them, too, don't I, sweet boy?" Bake's fingers slid over Devvy's cheek, the touch sensual and possessive at once.

  "Mmmhmm." Dev kissed Bake's fingers, and Dare fought down the urge to be a little bitchy about it. He wouldn't fucking know. He'd been working. Two jobs.

  Bake handed the waitress his credit card and then turned those eyes on him. "Your turn tonight, boy."

  He shivered, trying hard not to be a needy ass. "Yeah? Promise?"

  "I do, I promise." Bake's foot slid along his leg.

  His eyelids got all heavy and he scooted closer, legs parting. Fuck.

  Bake licked his lips, and that foot climbed higher. "What do you want, boy?"

  "I want to not have to think anymore tonight."

  Bake gave him a slow, sexy smile. "I can arrange that."

  "Yeah?" He needed it.

  "Yeah." Bake looked down toward the front of the restaurant. "As soon as I've paid for dinner, your ass is mine."

  "Promises, promises."

  "It is." Bake was all confidence. It was hot. Damn it.

  The waitress brought the credit card slip and Bake signed it. "Okay, boys. Let's get Dare home and make him forget his own name."

  "Are you sure I'm not Devvy?"

  That made Dev crack up.

  Bake smiled at him. "I'm sure."

  They stood up, headed for the door. Bake's hand settled in the small of his back, hot, solid. Dare let himself lean back against it, push back. Bake hummed, not loudly, but enough that he could hear it, like a sexy little moan. His toes curled. So good. So hot. So hot that the air outside seemed cold as they went out the door, Bake's hand burning where it rested.

  His cock filled, swelling, aching in his jeans.

  It wasn't his imagination that Bake sped them to the man's truck. Then Bake turned to him. "I can smell you."

  He lifted his chin. "Is that good?"

  "Very good. Can't wait to get you naked for the full effect."

  Bake pressed the fob on his keychain to unlock the doors of his truck. Devvy opened the passenger side door, and they both climbed in. He was between Devvy and Bake again, his twin moving in close so he was sandwiched between them. It was cozy. Warm. Sensual.

  Bake got them on the road, and then one big hand landed on his thigh. Dare leaned a little bit, breathed, and relaxed. They drove to Bake's place, the radio playing in the background. Dare let his eyes drop closed, let himself rest.

  When the truck stopped, the engine turning off, Bake's hand squeezed his thigh. "Come on, boys. Time to make Dare forget his name."

  "I probably need to shower, huh? Don't want you thinking I stink."