Two Point Conversion (4 page)

The words wrapped around Kyle’s heart
, making him shiver. He’d always known. Deep inside. When their parents made the decision to move into a bigger house and put them in separate rooms, Kevin had protested the loudest. He’d cried. Kyle would hear him some nights when they were young calling for him. Some nights he’d sneak in and sleep with him. He’d taken comfort in those nights as much as Kevin had. The doctors said it was normal and they’d outgrow it.

Kyle knew now that they’d never outgrow this.

“I love you, too.” He stroked his brother’s dick, slicking him with pre-cum until he was wet and thrusting into Kyle’s hand. “The way you want me to.”

He waited, looking up
, hoping to catch Kevin’s gaze. What he found nearly destroyed him. Open, tortured, need dominated Kevin’s face. His eyes glimmered in the light spilling across him from the hallway. While Kyle watched, unable to break their link, Kevin reached over to caress his face. Kyle opened his mouth and licked the tip of Kevin’s dick. He could feel the pleasure as it shot through his brother to reflect in his eyes.

“So beautiful. Feels so good, Ky.”

Kyle needed him to lose control. He needed to be the one to make him lose control. He wrapped his lips around the head, and slowly drew Kevin into his mouth. Less than a week ago, this would have been the last thing he ever would have thought he’d do. And now, he slicked his tongue over the shaft and around the head, and let Kevin take over, relaxed his jaw and took everything Kevin wanted to give him.

After nearly a week
of practice, he recognized the signs that Kevin was close. The short wild thrusts. The whimpering sounds. The way his dick got incredibly hard and hot—just like it was doing now. This time, Kevin twined his fingers in Kyle’s hair, holding him. All the while they watched each other.

“I’m going to come, Kyle.” His voice was rough, the words barely audible. “Pull off.”

Kyle didn’t. He steeled himself for the gush, the heat, the salty-tinged taste of his brother. His name echoing in his ears. This time he took it all. This time he swallowed. This time—

A horn echoed through the house, headlights swept across the front windows. Kyle froze
, nearly choking when Kevin continued to move, still coming. He hadn’t heard. The pounding of hands on the door finally dragged Kevin back from orgasmic oblivion.

“Someone’s at the door,” he whispered as he pulled free of Kyle’s mouth and quickly pulled his shorts up to cover himself. “Mom and Dad?”

“They wouldn’t knock.” Kyle winced at the open front windows. Anyone could have seen them. “Jesus. I’m covered in cum.” He stood up and stepped up two steps in full retreat just as Lucas stuck his face to the window. “It’s fucking Lucas Flint. What the hell is he doing here?”

“Open the door
, you faggots, we brought pizza and beer.” Someone who didn’t sound like Lucas shouted through the door as if they’d heard Kyle’s question.

“Fuck. Oh
, fuck.” Kevin searched around for his shirt, he found Kyle’s and was about to put it one when Kyle snatched it from his hands.

“Don’t freak out. Just take your shoes off and leave it all where it is, I’m going to go up and shower. Nothing is going on. We’ll eat, and do homework and get rid of them. This is fine, Kevin. I have cum in my shorts. You’re clean. You can do this.” Kyle shoved Kevin’s shirt into his hands and went back up the stairs. Watching to make sure Kevin was okay. He seemed to be when he looked up to Kyle on the landing…and winked.

“Okay, but hurry up.” Kevin waited for him to hit the upper landing before he walked over to open the door. Three boys, all about their size, tumbled inside.

“What the fuck took you so long? You and Kyle giving each other blow jobs or something.” Sean
Holmes nudged his way past Kevin. He carried an arm load of pizza boxes. “We have pizza and drinks and porn and shit. Let’s go eat.”

Kyle caught Kevin’s eye one last time,
and winked again. Everything was going to be fine. Everything was going to be fine. He could do this. Oh fuck, he was in a fucking relationship with his brother. And they were going to fuck. Tonight.

Oh
, fuck, this was messed up.

* * * * *

Kevin came back from their father’s office with the printed copies of the paper he needed to turn in the next day. He closed his laptop and sat across from Kyle at the table. They’d hardly spoken all night. Except to bullshit with the boys. Kyle looked up. There were dark rings around his eyes, his hair stuck up as if he’d run his hands through a million times. He looked tired and stressed. Skipping class the other day had been a mistake. Three late nights and too little sleep was beginning to show.

“How much more do you have to do?”
he asked, looking at the pile of books and notes Kyle had spread out around him

“Not much, just math now, it’s actually fairly cut and
dried. I’ll be finished in the next half hour or so.” Kyle leaned back in his chair and scrubbed his face. “I’d kill for a cup of coffee. Or ear plugs. Do you think you can get them to go home anytime soon?”

Kevin looked down the narrow hallway into the den and the three guys sitting on the sofa shoulder to shoulder, all with a game controller, shouting at the game.

“I believe Cody and Lucas told their parents they were sleeping over here.”

“Christ, just what we need.” Kyle picked up a cold slice of pizza with everything on it. Kevin went to the refrigerator to get them
each a bottle of water. The beer from earlier still sat in his stomach like a rock.

“Thanks,” Kyle took the bottle and gulped most of it in one chug. Kevin watched his throat move. He’d had plans for that throat after homework. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” Kevin looked down the hall to make sure no one was paying them any attention. He knew what he wanted, he just didn’t know how he looked wanting it.

“Like you’re going to rip my clothes off and have your way with me.” Kyle tossed the empty bottle to toward the garbage
. It bounced off the rim and clattered onto the floor.

“But I do want to rip your clothes off, bend you over this table, and
—” He leaned over putting his mouth right next to Kyle’s ear. “—And lick your hole until you’re wide open and begging me to make you come.”

He could see Kyle’s skin pucker with goose bumps at his words. His brother’s soft moan
was almost enough to make him forget their friends in the next room.

“Oh, God, I want that
," Kyle whispered. "Why are they here again?”

“Because someone had to go and shoot off his mouth about our parents being gone, that’s why.” Every impulse in his body was screaming for him to act on his desire. Kevin fought for control and sat back in his seat. Instead of moving over to run his hand up Kyle’s leg, to start working on getting him up for what they
'd discussed, he packed his book bag and laid it on the other side of the table. Everything was perfectly normal. Except for the hard-on he had, and the thoughts, and—

“That dumbass would be you,” Kyle said, stretching his arms over his head. “Fifteen more minutes. Get them out in fifteen minutes. And I’ll let you rim me, because, I fucking liked when you did that.”

“Oh, God,” Kevin wanted to do something drastic. Like pull a fire alarm during history class. But there was no fire alarm. “I’ll do my best. But you’ve met these guys. When they come to stay, the only force strong enough to get them out is Mom with her chore bucket.”

“Mom’s not here. She keeps the chore bucket in the laundry room. Good luck. My ass is clean and
, oddly enough, turned on. Hurry.” Kyle grinned and shook his head. They both knew this was futile. Nobody was getting laid tonight. Least of all them.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll do my best.” Kevin reached his hand under the table cloth and
, with a quick glance into the den, he reached between Kyle’s legs and stroked his dick. Kyle responded immediately, growing hard behind his cargo shorts.

“Unzip
. I want to touch you.”

Kyle leaned over his laptop
. He didn’t look to see if they were alone before he dropped a hand to his lap and unzipped his fly.

“They’ll see.”

“They’re too busy killing each other, and it just looks like I’m helping you with homework.” Kevin freed him from his fly and stroked his hand down the long shaft, the soft skin dry and hot under his fingers, the vein already pulsing, head dripping.

“You love when I touch you. I can tell. I love touching you. I love making you come. Fuck my hand, Ky. Let me make you feel good.”

His brother was already flushed with pleasure. Now he leaned back in the chair and spread his legs wide. His dick jutted out from under the table cloth, but only Kevin could see him.

“Yeah
," Kyle muttered. "Just keep watch.” He thrust his hips, fucking into Kevin’s hand, his breathing became harsh, his eyes fluttered closed. He bit his bottom lip and pulled it into his mouth to keep from making noise.

“You look so hot when I do this. I could do this all the time.”
Kevin stroked his hand over the now swollen head of Kyle’s dick. He could feel the change in his brother’s body now. He knew what made Kyle spill, just short fast strokes over the head. “Cup your balls, just how you like to. I want to see you lose control.”

Kyle stroked his hand over Kevin’s
as he opened his eyes and met Kevin’s gaze. Legs spread wide, he cupped himself and tugged at his ball sack, hand sliding lower along his taint to disappear inside his shorts.

“I want you inside me,” he said
, as he rolled his hips, his hand inside his shorts.

“Are you fingering yourself?” Kevin wanted to strip his brother and watch the hand bobbing up and down. Kyle moaned softly and nodded.

“Does it feel good? How deep is your finger?” Fuck, he wanted to take Kyle’s fingers in his mouth and replace them with his dick. Right here in the kitchen. He didn’t care if they had friends in the other room. He wanted this now.

“First knuckle…”
He moaned again, his mouth going slack, his eyes glazed. “Oh, Kev, I’m going to—”

“I want you to. I want to watch you. I want to lick you from my hand. Fuck yourself Kyle, cum on my hand.” With a quick look into the den where a heated argument raged, Kevin decided he just really didn’t care if they got caught. He leaned over and kissed Kyle until his orgasm passed
, drinking in his cries as Kyle filled his hand.

“Oh
, my God, Kevin. Just…Oh, my God,” Kyle whispered, his chest heaving.

Kevin released his softening dick
and brought his hand to his mouth. He licked the pearly fluid from his fingers and palm while Kyle watched, his mouth open as if he wanted to help. Kevin let him. Sharing Kyle’s spunk with him, he bit back a moan as Kyle swiped his tongue between Kevin’s fingers.

“Fifteen minutes. I’m getting them out of here. Finish your homework. And then get upstairs.” Kevin willed his dick into submission. Later, he’d give it exactly what it wanted. After
those bozos were gone.

“Twenty. I’ve got to hit the john. My fucking
God. Kevin. Just…” Kyle tucked himself into his shorts and closed his zipper. “They could have seen.”

“They didn’t. And twenty minutes. I’m taking you upstairs and we’re going to finish this. Twenty minutes.” Kevin pushed his chair under the table and went to the sink. A squirt of dish soap and hot water
took away the evidence, while Kyle escaped to the downstairs bathroom to clean himself up. Kevin put away his computer for the next day and went into the den to see what the fighting was all about.

Forty minutes later, Kyle drifted into the den. His eyes were burned out holes in his head. . His hair was even more of a disaster than earlier. He walked past the broken recliner they’d first made love on, casting a dirty look to Sean who yelled at him to get out of the way.

“What happened to twenty minutes?” He stood in front of Kevin. There was nowhere left to sit except the floor, and Kevin would be damned if his brother would sit on the floor in his own house.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He reached up for Kyle’s hand, catching his wrist. He shoved Cody
Stone over and scooted into him to make a little room for Kyle. Four big guys on one sofa left very little room. Kyle ended up sitting more on his lap than on the cushion. He smiled a tired smile and turned to put his back against the arm, throwing his legs over Kevin and onto Cody. No one said a word. Not a word.

They sat stiffly for a while watching the combat on the large screen television. The three combatants, jumping and swearing as they played, didn’t pay them a bit of attention. Kyle relaxed against Kevin’s chest and leaned back onto his shoulder. Kevin draped his arm over Kyle’s shoulder and drifted closer to Kyle.

“I tried,” he whispered. “They are either deaf or stupid.”

Kyle nodded and yawned, the warmth washing over Kevin’s neck and chin. “Assignment was more involved than I thought.”

“You look exhausted.” Kevin adjusted his hips to give Kyle more wiggle room. They fitted their bodies together as they’d done so many times when they were younger. Kevin wanted to stroke Kyle’s arm where they touched. Kyle nuzzled his neck briefly before putting a bit of distance between his mouth and Kevin.