by Quin Perin
“So you remember who you belong to,” I said and squeezed his ass for effect. The plug was back in place, and I could feel how hard he was against me. Nate twitched; I grinned. “You kinky little shit.” Nate whimpered at that, those big eyes suddenly pleading. I was pushing him to his limits, and I loved every second of it.
“Please, Sem...please.” Oh, Nate begging? It wasn’t new but pleased me nonetheless.
—Nate
Sem patted my cheek and laughed softly. “Be a good boy and wash your face so we can go to the reception.”
“But,” I whined; Sem just gave me a cold look and snapped his fingers, pointing outside of the stall.
Grumbling, I smoothed out my clothes as best I could and then went to the sink to rinse the tears and sweat off my face. I was cupping my hands, splashing water onto my cheeks when Sem did it. I'd thought he was going to torture me. Make me wait until this evening and maybe even then not let me come. But he didn't do that. No. Instead, he cranked the plug up on High, and my orgasm exploded through my body. Too much. Way too much.
It was too fucking much.
My knees gave way beneath me, and I almost collapsed onto the floor but managed to hold onto the sink to keep myself up. My cock twitched and swelled, come soaking into my pants in a steady stream, dripping down my leg as I shuddered. It felt like I was going to pass out; I lost sense of time. I didn't even hear Sem approaching me. His fingers went through my hair, stroking soothingly and he let out a soft hum. “There we go,” he murmured. Bastard.
“Do we really have to meet your little friend? I'd much rather be in the hotel room,” I purred, fingers dancing up Sem's thigh.
He snorted, looking out the window while the driver pulled up. I didn't know where we were, but I didn't like it. Everything was too purposely rundown. Old brick facades with graffiti that was clearly put there on purpose. Nice cars, very nice cars, lining the street. And so many man buns and dreads walking down the street. Not my scene at all. “You'll like him,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “So stop whining.”
Sem had told me we were going to meet the man he'd talked to at the business lecture. Meik. He assured me that he wouldn't realize that we were related and said I should be grateful that he was taking me out in public.
Dick.
“He is going to fuck me?” I asked without caring about what the driver might think of me.
“Probably not. His husband is going to be there, and he didn't really seem into that.”
“Then I do not care.” I sulked.
“Play nice. I've got a treat for you tonight as long as you behave.”
“Oh?” I perked up, following him out of the cab after Sem had paid the driver.
“Yes. So be good.”
“Fiiiine.”
Sem chuckled, hooking his arm around my waist and keeping me close as we headed into the little café. “You're such a brat,” he said.
I shrugged, looking around at the almost all wood decor that just screamed trying too hard. “You like me regardless.”
That made him hum, but he didn't say anything back, pointing to a table in the corner. “There they are,” he said.
Following his finger, I examined the two men sitting at the table. The blond one was...fuck. Yeah. That must have been Meik. He matched Sem's description. Tall, big, wicked looking. Playing on a tablet next to him was a slender, dark-haired man who looked a good bit younger and was dressed a lot more casually. They were both pretty sexy. The kind of guys I wouldn't mind making a sandwich of me. But from what Sem said, that wouldn't be happening.
Meik rose to his feet as we approached, holding his hand out to Sem. “Nice to see you again.” He grinned. “And this must be…” he trailed off, cold blue eyes focusing on me with an intensity that bordered on uncomfortable.
—Sem
“My boyfriend, Nate.” Meik shot me a look that was hard to decipher and then turned back to Nate, shaking his hand a little less enthusiastically than mine. Or was I seeing things?
“Pleasure to meet you, Nate,” he said. Sebastian stood up too and took Nate’s hand, then mine.
“Hey again.” He seemed to be in a better mood today. Not as grumpy as last time. Perhaps because we already knew each other. “Coffee, anyone?” he asked before we could sit down. I nodded, and Nate mumbled, “Sure.”
“I know what Meik’s having,” Sebastian stated and then eyed Nate as though he should know me just as well.
“Coffee, black,” I said to Nate. By now it was evident that the boys were going to get coffee so they could start to warm up with each other. Meik and I had plans. Exciting plans. I settled in next to Meik at the table and chuckled.
“Seems like training is going well,” I commented while he gave me a weird look, as though he was trying to figure something out. I leaned back in my seat, watching Nate and Sebastian wait in a line of people in front of the counter when Meik said: “Nate, as in Nate Preston?”
At first, I didn't know what to do or say. I kept my eyes fixed on them as if I hadn't heard him. Nate was smiling. He looked so young all of a sudden, so different from only a few feet away. Because I knew I had to face Meik, I turned to do so, jaw set. “He's your brother.” It wasn't a question. Far from it, it was a statement. Crystal-blue eyes burned into mine.
How the hell did he know about him?
“Only on paper,” I lied because actually, I didn't want to make a fuss. I liked this guy. We could have fun with him and his husband. Meik's lips broke out into a smirk, and he sat back, shaking his head.
“You sure about that?”
“You really think I’d fuck my own brother?”
“Half brother as far as I know,” Meik stated and pursed his lips, his attention now on our boys at the counter. I glanced at them. Meik didn’t exactly seem upset, just surprised. Still...
“We should go.” I shoved up to my feet but before I knew it, his hand wrapped around my wrist and he tugged me back down. I scowled at him.
“I know who he is. You don’t have to bullshit me,” he whisper-hissed at me. If it were Nate in my place, he’d freak the fuck out. I knew he would. What we were doing was a scandal, and morally wrong. Perhaps even illegal.
“We’re not actually related,” I lied again. “I’m adopted.” It almost sounded like I wasn't trying to cover my ass. If I was honest, I didn't care about myself; I cared about Nate. About what it meant for him if this—our relationship—so much as scratched the surface. Meik's eyebrow quirked, but he finally let go of my wrist and nodded his head toward my seat.
“They’re coming back, sit down.”
—Nate
Sem looked a bit peaky when Sebastian and I came back, carrying our coffees and the coffees for our...lovers. “You all right?” I asked, settling next to him and passing his cup over.
He pursed his lips and nodded at me. “I’m fine,” he said. I did not believe him, but we were in front of others, so I didn't want to press it anymore. “Did you and Sebastian have a good talk?”
He was trying to distract me, and I allowed it. “Yeah,” I said. “He's cool.”
Sebastian, Seb as he asked me to call him, seemed pretty chill. About as relaxed as he looked and the complete opposite of Meik. I was curious as to how they worked out, but it seemed like they did because Sebastian was leaning against Meik, back to looking at his tablet, and Meik had an arm tossed around the back of his chair, keeping him close. An odd couple. Though if they knew the truth about Sem and me, they'd think we were the weird ones. When really, we worked so well together because we were so similar. Both completely fucked up. We made sense. They didn't.
“So, Nate.” Meik turned his attention to me and smirked. Sem tensed up next to me, and I glanced over at him again curiously. “Are you still in school?”
“Mhm. In my second year of undergrad.”
“Looking to go into the business like Sem?”
“Ugh. No,” I said, making Sebastian chuckle. “I'm doing veterinary studies. Minor in b
usiness.”
As much as I hated Sem leaving me alone, him disappearing like that had been the best thing that had ever happened to me. Our father went into proper panic mode. Now I was his only heir. I'd used it to my advantage by telling him I would leave with Sem if he didn't let me study what I wanted. It had worked out well.
“Nate is smart, but he doesn't care much for business,” Sem finally piped up. He was starting to relax again so whatever had taken him over was clearly passing.
Meik snorted at that. “I could say the same about Sebastian,” he admitted.
“I let him practice his presentations on me when I want to fall asleep,” Sebastian chimed in, smirking.
Meik rolled his eyes. “He really does.”
Laughing lightly, I shook my head and grinned. It was actually kind of nice to be out like this. Like a proper couple and not like we had to hide. We weren't going to run into anyone we knew here, and we could relax and be ourselves. All proper adults and everything. I wished we could do it more often.
—Sem
Meik and I shared a cigarette while Sebastian and Nate chatted inside. I watched them through the large window when Meik handed back the cigarette. “Did you tell him where we wanted to go tonight?” Meik asked me, blowing out his lungful of smoke. As a matter of fact, I hadn’t. The thought of what I had planned shot a jolt of arousal down to my groin though, spreading swiftly. I shifted and accepted the cigarette.
“He likes surprises,” I said. Meik hummed at that, thumbs hooked in his slacks, his gaze following mine.
“Seb’s excited, but we have some rules,” he said nonchalantly. I inhaled the smoke deeply, giving him my full attention. “No one will touch him but me. We’re only there to act out a fantasy. Exhibitionism, nothing more.”
I smirked. “Fair enough. I wouldn't have minded pounding your boy's ass though.” Meik's eyes flashed, and for a moment I thought he'd take a swing at me. “I’m joking.” I really wasn't. Although, Nate would probably scratch Sebastian's eyes out if he came close to me. And well, if I came on to him...I'd tie Nate up, lock him in a cage, and make him watch. But I wasn't that cruel, or was I?
“What’s your plan for tonight, Sem?” I bit my lip and tapped off the ashes from the cigarette, handing it over.
“Wouldn’t wanna ruin the surprise, would I? However, I am fairly certain we’ll put up some kind of a show, like you two. If you don’t mind the competition.”
Meik chuckled. “And you tell me he’s the kinky one?”
I nodded and watched him take a long drag on the dying cigarette when Nate followed Sebastian out the door of the café.
“You boys ready?” I wanted to know when Sebastian sealed his side to Meik’s.
“What for?” was all Nate could ask, looking between the three of us.
—Nate
They were keeping a secret from me, that much was obvious. Well, Meik and Sem were actively keeping a secret from me, and Sebastian seemed off in his own world, sucking on Meik's neck and nibbling at his fingers when he attempted to push him away.
We were all crammed in the back of a cab, heading toward Meik and Sebastian's apartment. Sebastian and I were slender enough that we fit easily in our partner's laps without making it uncomfortable, and Sebastian was taking full advantage of it. Though, so was Sem, his hand creeping up my thigh.
I pushed it down. “You're really not going to tell me what we're doing?” I huffed.
Sem smirked. “I did tell you.”
“You just said that we’re going out. That literally doesn't answer my question. That is purposefully vague,” I shot back.
Meik snorted. “You need to train him better. Back talking is n-oh.” Whatever back talking wasn't, it seemed we wouldn't find out because Sebastian had just bit down on Meik's neck and distracted him.
“And you said I need to train my boy?” Sem scoffed.
Meik's apartment was beautiful. It had a fantastic view of the city and a minimalist design that made it seem all the more expensive. Not much clutter and what there was, I could tell belonged to Sebastian. A guitar on the couch. A jacket tossed on the floor. Little things that I couldn't imagine Meik being the one to leave around.
“C'mon. Let's go change,” Sebastian said, tearing himself away from Meik, leaving a bright red mark on the side of his neck.
“Change?” I blinked at Sem.
He grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Got you an outfit for tonight,” he said. “Meik's holding onto it.”
“Ooooh!” Now I was interested. “Where are we going?”
“Go change,” Sem ordered.
I grumbled but headed over to Sebastian who was waiting by the door. “Will you tell me?”
He snorted and shook his head. “Meik said not to.”
“Do you always listen to him?” I huffed.
“Mm. Sometimes,” he said, tugging his shirt off.
No one was going to tell me what was going on, but at least I got a show as I watched Sebastian change. He stripped his clothes off quickly, without care for where they fell. Littering the floor. He was extremely pale and almost completely hairless. Not like he had shaved but more like he had waxed. Narrow chest and hips with a rather cute bubble butt. There were bruises and welts across the front and back of his thighs as well as his ass. He glanced over his shoulder, pushing his hair out of his face. “Just gonna stare?”
I laughed and nodded. “Yep.”
He chuckled and shook his head, starting to get dressed. The moment he pulled on a pair of what looked to be faux leather...stockings, I cottoned on that we were going somewhere fun. They came just above his knee and had a thin piece of leather that looked almost like a belt that attached to the top of them. Kind of like garters but hardcore. Next was a pair of tightly fitting see-through black underwear with a completely opened back to expose his ass. ‘Modesty’ was achieved by a pair of tiny black shorts and then a simple black shirt that I was pretty sure would be coming off the moment we got to our destination.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he started to pull on a pair of low boots and glanced toward me. “Your turn. Sem's waiting.”
Fuck. I was so excited.
—Sem
Sebastian looked good enough to eat.
Meik had a particular style when it came to his boy. It fit him well. A black, leathery look finished off with a pair of boots. Our conversation had paused as soon as he walked in. His dark hair was pulled back, black eyeliner around his eyes. I couldn't wait to see Nate and see if what I'd gotten him would fit. It’d certainly be a stark contrast to Sebastian, that was for sure.
Sebastian strolled right over to Meik, not even honoring me with a glance. He straddled him swiftly, swinging his knees on either side of him on the couch. I watched them; Meik’s broad hands ran up Sebastian’s thighs before they gripped a handful of his ass. It made me shudder and yearn for...
“Nate!” I called out and shifted in my seat, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees, suddenly impatient. Instantly, Nate emerged from the room they’d been in.
Holy shit.
I scanned my eyes up from his toes to his groin and almost moaned. He was wearing white stockings with lace at the top, clinging to his thighs. They looked elegant on him, sort of graceful and slutty at the same time. And then there was the pink thong I’d ordered for him, barely holding in his flaccid cock. Nate sauntered closer like a jungle cat, looking me right in the eye. The closer he got, the more I straightened up in my seat. If Sebastian looked good enough to eat...then Nate looked like I would drown in him.
Before him, I’d only ever been with girls, women, as the case may be. Even after two years, I wasn't over my lace fetish. I loved to dress him up like a woman, mostly because he made sure I knew that he didn't like it...much. Or at least he said so.
I sat up when Nate positioned himself right between my legs, still standing up. His body was lean, well-muscled from how much time he spent with the horses, training them, riding them. And yet, the
feminine fabric suited him.
He brought his hand to the side of my face, his fingertips brushing my unshaven jaw softly. In awe of him, his beauty and his grace, I tilted my head back to meet his stunning eyes. “You pervert,” he said so innocently it went straight to my core. I wanted to nuzzle my face in his stomach and taste his skin, hands snaking to cup his bare ass... But then his thumb grazed over my cheek, pulling me out of my stupor; I almost forgot we had company. I snatched his hand up before I got lost in him completely.
Meik just smirked next to me and then looked up at Nate. “Are you going to get dressed or do you want to go out like that?”
—Nate
The clothes I were given to cover up were not something that I would normally wear. In fact, I kind of hated them but Sem assured me that the moment we arrived at the club—because duh, obviously that was where we were going—I could take them off. He also said by the time that he was done with me I’d be grateful for the loose, lounge pants that he had picked out for me. They didn’t even match my shoes! Tacky. Tacky. Tacky. Sebastian was allowed to go out just wearing what he had on. Not fair.
I sulked almost the entire way there, curled up against Sem in the back of the cab and grumbling. Meik looked amused, exchanging glances with my brother in between caressing his husband's marked up thighs. Despite their odd match, it was nice to see how into each other they were. Almost like they were obsessed with each other. I hadn't seen them not touch except for when Sebastian walked away with me. Even then he went right back into Meik's arms the moment they were close again. Made me feel like Sem and I were a little less weird. I mean...yeah, we were still brothers who shouldn't be doing this, but at least there were other people as absorbed in their partners as Sem and I were.