Twin Ties 2: Twin Affairs (19 page)

Brennan laughed and Alek reached out for him. Alek’s hand hooked behind Brennan’s neck as he was drawn in for a quick, soft kiss.

“Yes. I say yes. God, I love you, Alek. A fresh start for all of us, together? That sounds fantastic,” gushed Brennan before pressing another kiss to Alek’s mouth.

Seeing the plain affection between them, Brennan’s profession of love ringing in his ears, Evan felt something stir inside. Whether it was hope or excitement, lust, trepidation, or jealousy, or perhaps all of those things at once, it was a good feeling—tangible and invigorating.

Alek nipped teasingly at Brennan’s lower lip, smiling. He whispered, “No,
you’re
fantastic. And I love you, too.” Then, he pulled away, his eyes darkened with desire. “What do you say we finish dinner and get this stuff cleaned up? Then maybe move this into the bedroom.” He turned at looks at Evan. “It’s our last night of freedom. Might as well use it, right?”

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 out. 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.”

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.