Twin Ties 2: Twin Affairs (37 page)

Brennan bounced a little in his seat. Luka was smiling behind his hand, like he was trying not to let on how happy he was. Alek looked so hopeful, vulnerable, and eager to please; it took Evan’s breath away. Glancing around at all of them, Evan said, “I love you guys.”

Suddenly, Luka came at him sideways and bit Evan’s ear. Laughing, Evan exclaimed, “Help! He’s gone cannibal!” loud enough to draw stares from nearby patrons. Brennan snorted with laughter while simultaneously trying to act dignified in order to counterbalance the spectacle of Evan’s wrestling with Luka.

An elderly couple
tsk
ed at them. Evan and Luka made a greater effort to compose themselves, straightening the cloth napkins on their laps, smoothing their hair and clothing.

“I love you guys, too,” Alek grinned.

“Oh, that’s not fair!” Luka complained earnestly. “Now I’m the last to say it and it doesn’t mean as much.”

Ignoring his brother’s comment, Alek asked Evan directly, “So, you’ll join us? You’ll move in?”

“Of course I will,” Evan answered, feeling more bashful by the moment with the amount of heat in the way Alek was looking at him.

“We can move in tomorrow if we want, or start to, at least. The keys will be available in the morning. We’ll need to rent a truck to haul all our stuff over, but this is it. It’s really happening. It’s ours.”

“I’m so excited!” Brennan gushed. Alek leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“I still haven’t said it!” Luka said, bursting with frustration, his hands splayed in the air on either side of his head. “I’m a terrible boyfriend.” This was immediately followed by an oddly strangled noise and a strained expression, complete with bitten lower lip.

With his hand hidden underneath Luka’s napkin, Evan gave Luka’s groin a second rolling squeeze, just like the one that had just gotten him to nearly swallow his tongue, from the sound of it. He was careful not to let anyone else see the movement of his arm.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Evan frowned. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

“What’re you doing?” Brennan asked, then turned to Alek, “What’s he doing?”

Luka curled forward slightly, bracing his arms on the table and slowly turned his head sideways to glare at Evan, who kept kneading Luka’s rapidly stiffening cock.

“Nothing,” Evan smiled innocently, playing dumb.

“There will be consequences,” Luka warned in a slightly breathless voice through gritted teeth.

“Like what? Alek threatened spanking and there was zero follow through,” Evan whispered.

“I’m not Alek. I don’t threaten, I promise. And I promise my hand will connect repeatedly with your bare ass, tonight, before I fuck it into the bed.”

“Maybe I don’t believe you.”

“Maybe we need to get the check.”

“We haven’t even eaten yet!” Brennan pointed out.

Luka grabbed Evan’s hand to still it, then drew it out from under the napkin, wove their fingers together and held him in a vise-like grip.

Evan could only smile. In fact, he couldn’t stop, especially given the expression on Luka’s face.

“You still haven’t said it, you know,” Evan pointed out, stifling laughter.

“I love you guys, too,” Luka growled.

“Damn,” Brennan murmured, “it sounds a lot dirtier the way you say it.”

“Evan,” Alek said in a supremely calm tone. “Please keep your hands off of Luka’s dick while we’re in public. That’s something else we need to discuss, for the future. The rules.”

“We’re talking sex rules, aren’t we?” Brennan asked. “Awesome. Oh, look! Here comes our food.”

While the waitress set out their plates, Luka continued to give Evan a sidelong, heated glare filled with plenty of dark intentions. It only served to make Evan’s dick as hard as he’d made Luka’s, which was only fair, considering. Soon, Evan was hunched forward over his plate, just to hide his tented pants, but Luka noticed and managed to get his hand in a similar arrangement as Evan had.

With the first squeeze, Evan only grew still and made an effort not to drop his fork. When the second squeeze lingered, constricting the head of his cock, Evan couldn’t hold in a soft grunt, his face growing red, fast.

“Luka, seriously?” Alek scolded. “Save it for home. Official rule number one: All hands above the table when we go out to dinner so we don’t get blacklisted at restaurants. Lemme see ‘em. Come on.”

“Can I uh, just go use the restroom for a second?” Evan murmured.

“No,” the other three answered in unison.

“I could have had to pee, you know. It’s entirely possible.”

Back at the house, Evan wanted to stop outside for one last cigarette before going inside with the others.

“Nope. Hand ‘em over,” Alek said, hand held out and waiting. Evan begrudgingly set his pack of cigarettes on it and let Alek confiscate them.

“It was going to be my last one.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I’ve been under a lot of stress.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I’m quitting, as of now. And this isn’t stalling.”

Alek’s left eyebrow rose and he just stood there, waiting. Luka and Brennan were already inside.

“I don’t suppose I could request a private spanking? Somehow, it’s a lot worse knowing there’s going to be an audience.”

“Keep stalling, I dare you.”

“Goddammit.”

The first thing Evan had looked for when they pulled up was the presence of other vehicles at the house, but Carter and Presley were out. Hopefully that was just happy coincidence and not because they were told
why
they needed to clear out. Evan crossed the threshold and the hall, then began to ascend the stairs with Alek at his back. His stomach was a riot of apprehension, though it wasn’t like he hadn’t done worse before. It was just a spanking, not that he’d ever really had one of those. He’d been spanked during sex, but not on its own, separate and distinct, with people watching.

As he reached Alek’s bedroom, he saw Luka sitting there on the edge of the bed. Brennan was in the chair across from the bed, like he wanted a front-row seat. Then, Evan noticed the leather belt by Luka’s side, curled up and waiting.

“Fuck,” Evan groaned, hesitating. But Alek’s hand flattened itself on his back, guiding him forward and into the room. The door was closed and locked behind them.

“Open your pants,” Luka directed, with all seriousness. It was always a heady experience when Luka’s constant levity was suddenly replaced with dark intent.

“You’re making me nervous.” Evan fumbled at his fly and pulled down the zipper.

“Lie down, ass up, over my lap.”

Evan’s heart beat faster, and it was difficult to breathe normally. All of their eyes were on him. Part of him was still waiting for the punch line, but Luka looked like he meant business, and Evan was getting off, hard, having Luka’s dark side unleashed, just for him.

Unsteadily, embarrassed, keenly feeling Alek and Brennan’s gazes, Evan bent himself over Luka’s lap. It was an awkward position and it was hard to brace himself until Luka guided him to lie with his torso over the bed. That was probably out of concern for Evan’s injured side, and he welcomed the ability to get more comfortable. Luka shifted his legs slightly to get Evan’s ass tipped at just the right angle. Then he hooked two fingers in the back of Evan’s pants and yanked them down, a few inches below the curve of his ass. His briefs were next, tugged down so his whole ass—and nothing else—was exposed. Evan couldn’t help but imagine how he must look to them, and his pale backside in the dimly lit room. It was mortifying in a way he wasn’t used to during sex. It made him feel very young and guilty. Many of his mistakes came back to him then—the cheating, the lying, the running off, the hiding, the smoking… all of the ways he’d hurt people he cared about—and he couldn’t deny the punishment felt justified, for more reasons than some public hand stimulation in a nice restaurant.

Luka arranged Evan’s shirt, getting it out of the way, and gave his pants another yank, his legs pinned together with the fabric bunched around them like that. Then, Luka’s warm hand came to rest on Evan’s buttocks, which clenched slightly in response.

“I want you to tell us why you think you’re getting this spanking.”

“’Cause I uh… smoked a bunch of times and tried to hide it, and grabbed your crotch in the restaurant.”

“Anything else?”

“I didn’t tell you when things started to bother me, and when I started to get stressed out.”

“Are you sorry for what you’ve done?” Luka asked quietly.

“Yes,” Evan answered honestly.

“Do you know you deserve this?”

It was like his face was on fire, the blood was so hot under the skin. Partly, it was the position of being bent ass-up over Luka’s lap like an impudent child, with blood rushing to his head, but mostly it was just profound embarrassment.

“Yes,” he replied again, his voice even rougher. Why had he wanted this to happen again? He couldn’t recall.

“It’s going to hurt, I won’t lie about that. It’s supposed to, but I’m only doing this because I love you. Once this punishment is done, it means you can let go of everything you feel guilty for. You’ll be forgiven by all of us, completely. It’s total absolution. Do you understand?”

And he did, so he answered, “Yes.”

It was about so much more than the smoking, the public indecency, and the lies. It was about all of it, everything Evan had been carrying around inside, causing him to doubt or feel bad about himself. Luka was giving him a way to be free, to let it all go and start fresh.

God, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so apprehensive. To have them all staring at him, at his pale ass, and Luka’s hand poised to slap….

The first smack startled him, and he gasped at the sting. The sound of Luka’s palm connecting with soft flesh was jarringly loud, making the shame worse. The second strike followed immediately. Three. Four. Five. Evan stopped counting at ten and it seemed each successive hit got sharper, harder, his butt clenching tight just after every sting, just as the pain spread into the muscle. He realized he was crying out softly and tried to seal his lips shut. Somehow, this only made Luka’s opened hand fall with more force, each smack loud and clear. The pace slowed, the pause between strikes growing longer, and that made the pain grow. Time allowed the ache to radiate outward and inward, heating the skin and tenderizing the muscle. The wait seemed to magnify the intensity of the smacks when they did fall.

He was grunting in surprise and complaint. It seemed it would never be over, blood beating hot in his face and his ass. Soon, it began to hurt more than he could stand. His hands wanted to go back there and cover himself, to ward off more pain.

Suddenly, Luka stopped. His hand lay gently on Evan’s sore, throbbing buttocks, caressing the skin.

Evan moaned.

“Give him the belt,” Brennan said.

“Maybe he’s had enough,” Alek countered.

“He was smoking just minutes ago. He’ll do it again if you don’t give him a reason to think twice about it. Trust me, I know, because I’d do the same thing in his place. But it’s more than that. Evan has to feel like the punishment fits the crime, so it can be done. We need it to be
done
. The
belt
, Luka,” Brennan insisted.

He was talking about Charlie, Evan realized, and being caught. But maybe that wasn’t all. Maybe Brennan understood Evan had been hoarding guilt and self-hatred in places within his heart that should have held love and hope. Remembering how he’d run off and left Brennan behind, scared and trapped, then Evan wanted the belt, too. He needed it. “Do it, Luka,” Evan rasped. “He’s right.”

Luka’s hand lifted away and didn’t come back, which meant only one thing.

It took a few seconds for Luka to arrange the belt in his hand in just the right way. Evan wasn’t watching, though. He couldn’t look. He could only brace himself.

The bed shifted slightly. He felt Brennan’s hand slip inside his, and Brennan simultaneously began to caress the back of Evan’s head, his fingertips carding through the short hair to soothe.

The first crack of the belt over the meat of Evan’s ass hurt so much worse than the hand, the air rushed from his lungs all at once. He squeezed Brennan’s hand. The second lash made him shout.

There was a pause, and he groaned, “Oh, god….”

It was making him hard, the combination of Luka’s ferocity, Brennan’s devotion, and Alek’s caution pushing all of Evan’s buttons at once.

Three times more in succession the leather bit his skin. There was a too-brief pause, before the belt began to strike him again. Growling through the pain, Evan accepted all of it as long overdue penance for a lifetime’s worth of bad decisions.

Then it was over, just like that. Evan was sweating, holding his breath, whimpering in pain.

“It’s done, baby,” Luka said tenderly. “Breathe. Love you….”

Luka’s hand ran over his skin, a caress that gave Evan goosebumps.

“Love you too,” he replied.

Then more than two hands caressed him, more than four. It did feel like forgiveness, and Evan was grateful to have loved ones caring for him who weren’t afraid to tell him when he’d done wrong, before the guilt took him too far.

He lost himself in their touch for a while, not wanting to move or break the spell tying them all together. Groaning, still holding onto Brennan for comfort, Evan felt one of his lovers spread his cheeks. Two wet fingers sheathed themselves in him. That was Alek, Evan sensed without having to open his eyes to look. Evan could feel him there, at his side, needing to shift things in a way that would give Evan release and relief.

Crying out hoarsely with nothing but pleasure, Evan felt the digits slide deeper. The position made him helpless, made him want to squirm or fuck himself back onto Alek’s hand and he couldn’t shut up. The fingers twisted, stroking his inner walls, seeking, searching. They found his gland, triggered it, and he convulsed, grunting hard and thrusting reflexively against Luka’s thigh.

“That’s it. Right there. Know you love it, Jailbait.”

Evan grasped Brennan’s thigh, yelling through the bombardment of sensation. Luka’s fingers shifted closer to Evan’s rim, keeping him held as open as they could get him, while Alek kept tapping that sweet spot. Sweating more, panting, he couldn’t stop humping Luka’s thigh as the fingering drove him wild.