Double Heat [Twin Ties: 3] (23 page)

“Hey.”

Luka turned too fast, his right hand curled up into a fist, the muscles of his arm tight as he tensed and—

It was Alek. Evan and Brennan were right behind him. They saw how he’d been ready to strike out, the anger in his eyes. Alek asked, “What’s wrong?”

Luka, feeling the surge of fury and bloodlust coursing through his body, wanted to be in the gym, where he could unleash some of his frustration on a punching bag or by doing a few laps around the track.

Alek’s hand was on Luka’s arm. Luka shook him off, scanning the faces of everyone else around their little foursome, almost hoping someone was looking at them the wrong way so he could kick their ass.

“Luka,” Alek said quietly, sharply.

“Let’s get out of here. We done?” Luka asked.

“Yeah,” Brennan nodded. He held up his new phone. Luka imagined Tommy taking it, smashing it like he’d done with the old one. He imagined Tommy leaving messages for months, and Brennan not saying a thing about it out of embarrassment and uncertainty.

Instinct was telling Luka to draw the younger, more fragile twins closer to protect them in a physical way from stares and unwanted attention of people with unknown intentions. But, at the same time, logic warned him that the closer he got to the twins, the more attention they drew. They were screwed either way.

“What’s wrong with you?” Alek whispered to his brother.

“They’re staring at us,” Luka replied through gritted teeth, catching Evan’s gaze.

“They
always
stare at us, Luk,” Alek replied.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here,” Evan said, nodding toward the exit.

“Should we pick up some food while we’re here?” Alek asked. “It’s lunchtime. Our fridge is pretty bare.”

“I think we should just get them home,” Luka countered. “I’ll run into the deli near the apartment to pick up sandwiches.”

“We can’t hide them away from the world,” Alek told him.

“Today we can. Maybe you should ask them what
they
want.” Luka frowned.

“
I did
.”

“Hey,” Evan cut in. “Enough. There’s a sandwich place right there.” He pointed out through the store’s windows. “We can order something and bring it back with us.”

Brennan’s attention was on Luka, then, and the urge to take his hand or kiss him was so powerful, that the fact that he couldn’t do either made Luka want to scream or cry or hit something. Brennan’s expression said that he didn’t understand Luka’s reaction, but felt for him. Maybe he did want Luka to hide him away from the world for a while. Maybe he didn’t. It was impossible to tell, he’d changed so much in only a handful of days. Luka couldn’t get a read on him at all. But,
god
, he just wished Brennan would talk to them, and tell them what had happened so they could make sure it didn’t happen again.

“Fine. Let’s go then,” Luka conceded.

The sandwich place was nearby, just a minute’s walk, but the whole time, Luka was hyperaware of the staring of the other patrons and even the staff of the stores they passed. The more people stared, the more Luka’s hands curled up in fists, the urge to lash out at the world closing in around them, strong.

At least he was there, ready to step in if anyone got ideas about saying or doing something he didn’t like. It was better to be there, just in case, than to think of Evan or Brennan going out by themselves, where anything could happen to them. As they left the store, he watched their identical faces, and matching, guarded expressions. He imagined Tommy coming after Brennan for revenge since Brennan had gotten away, and Tommy not being able to tell the twins apart... and Evan never fought back.

It only took five minutes to order and wait for the food to be prepared, but it felt like forever. Everyone behind the counter was watching their foursome even though the sandwich place was pretty crowded. It was like when Luka went out with Carter and Jamie, and people recognized them from their band. But, at least then it was understandable and innocent. Evan and Brennan never asked for the attention they were drawing now. They were born into their strangeness. Being apart from each other for most of their lives was the only thing that had spared them this for so long.

Of course, Luka knew it wasn’t the identical nature of their appearances that was bothering him. It was Drew. It was Tommy. It was their pasts and the world, rushing in, marring their chance for a happy future, and how easily Luka had been made to feel so helpless.

Only when they were back at the car did Luka start to relax. It hit him then, that no matter where Evan and Brennan went, from then on, for the rest of their lives, Luka would be worrying. He would constantly be waiting for danger to close in and lash out, unleashing violence and destruction on his family.

Chapter 18
Complicit

The foursome walked up to Evan’s car waiting for them in the shopping center’s parking lot. Alek was holding the bag of sandwiches they’d just bought. Brennan was looking at his new phone, his arm still looped through Evan’s arm. Luka was behind them.

Evan heard his phone chime, indicating a new message. It made his stomach flip. His balls began to draw up as cold, creeping dread moved like fingers over his skin.

Don’t look. It’s nothing
, he told himself.

He slipped the phone from his pocket anyway, just a little, just to see who it was from.

When he saw that the message was from ‘D’, Evan tripped a little. Brennan caught him. Luka did too, steadying Evan from behind.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” Evan said a little breathlessly, pushing the phone back into his pocket. “Just clumsy.”

He had to look. He had to know. They were at the car. Alek was getting in behind the wheel. Brennan was sliding into the back seat. Luka, seeming deep in thought, had gone around the car to ride shotgun. For just a second, Evan stayed outside the car, and opened the message.

With a soft, barely audible gasp, he saw the photo of himself, at age thirteen. In the photo, he was biting his bottom lip, his reddened dick enclosed in a large hand, which was jerking him as he came on his bare stomach. Evan was naked and he looked... happy.

The caption read, ‘This is one of my favorites. Miss you, Ev.’

“You coming?” Luka called from inside the car. They were waiting on him, looking at him. But all of the blood had drained right out of Evan’s body and he couldn’t move.

He tried to respond, couldn’t speak but another moan began to slip out, so he closed his mouth and nodded. Quickly, he erased the photo and the message. Hand shaking, he shoved the phone back into his pocket and got in the car.

Weird memories swam through Brennan’s head on the drive back to the apartment. Watching Evan engage in sex the night before was forcing Brennan to reflect on his own sexual behavior. In graphic detail, he thought of how Evan had looked when Brennan had gone to find him. Evan had been taking Alek’s huge cock, letting it fuck his ass in long strokes, the thick darkness of that column of flesh plunging in again and again into the tight heat of his anus. Evan had been getting off on it, hard. He loved riding Alek’s cock and he loved getting to beg for Luka to give him more of the same as soon as Alek was done.

Brennan knew the feeling. He’d always loved it, too.

That didn’t mean there wasn’t also some shame.

Brennan remembered his first time having sex. It had been with a guy named Kellen. Brennan had gotten caught watching porn in Kellen’s room, when Kellen was supposed to have been babysitting him. Instead of getting angry about the violation of his privacy, Kellen had been intrigued by Brennan’s interest in gay sex.

“I’m really sorry for looking at your stuff,” Brennan had apologized, afraid to move in case Kellen saw how hard it had made him to watch the video of two guys taking turns having anal sex with another one.

“No sweat. You like it, don’t you? Wanna try it? We can do what they’re doing. It’s not hard. It’ll feel really nice,” Kellen had said, pulling Brennan’s pants down and rubbing his ass. Brennan had been lying on his stomach across the narrow twin bed. Soon, Kellen had Brennan’s pants down to his knees and had a handful of Brennan’s butt cheek, squeezing and kneading it. “Stick your butt up a little.”

“Why?”

“Just try it.”

Brennan did it, feeling awkward but curious. A licked-wet finger touched his butt hole, then poked through it. He’d been so startled, it hadn’t even occurred to him to say stop. He’d thought Kellen was hot, but never dreamed he was interested, not with how young he was. He’d always assumed Kellen thought he was just a stupid kid. If all it took to make Kellen think otherwise was to go along with some weird touching and stuff, Brennan was happy to do just that. Plus, he wanted to see if he’d like it or not.

Having Kellen’s finger inside him felt weird—not necessarily good or bad, just weird. It made him really embarrassed, especially when Kellen pushed his whole finger in there. Funny feelings spiraled outward from the core of Brennan’s body. His butt clenched up reflexively around the finger and Brennan heard himself make a low kind of grunt. Kellen’s other hand rubbed Brennan’s backside.

“Chill out. Just enjoy it. You like it, right?”

Brennan couldn’t answer. He kept his mouth shut so he didn’t make any more embarrassing noises.

“You feel good,” Kellen said, sounding a little breathless, like he was breathing hard. “
Really
good. Doesn’t hurt, does it?”

Brennan shook his head as the finger twisted around, pumping in and out.

“Wanna try my dick? I really like you, Brennan. We can do it just like those guys on the video. That’d be cool, right?”

“I guess so,” Brennan said roughly, trying to swallow his grunts and groans. His whole body felt too tight, shaky, and overheated.

“Cool. Get up on your hands and knees like the guy in that video’s doing, see? See the way they’ve got him, there?”

The guy on the video was really enjoying the sex. There was no way it was an act. Maybe it really did feel that good to let someone stick their cock up your ass. There was no way to know until he tried it. So, he got up on his knees. Kellen had a bottle of some sort of liquid which made his dick look wet and slippery. Brennan just stared at Kellen’s cock slipping in and out of his wet fist, squelching.

Then, Brennan was on his knees, facing the screen, and Kellen was behind him, kneeling between Brennan’s legs, the pants he was wearing pulled off. He was so nervous; he didn’t even care what it was going to feel like. He just wanted to get it over with so Kellen would like him even more and stop thinking of him as just a stupid kid.

Kellen’s hands were on Brennan’s butt, spreading his cheeks, pressing his smallish dick against Brennan’s butthole. It was surreal and made Brennan want to hide his face, to be cool and not act like he was freaking out as much as he was, especially when it started to hurt. There was a moment of pain and fullness and he cried out.

“It’s in you,” Kellen said with awe. There was more pressure, more fullness, and no pleasure. “I’m fuckin’ you
for real
, Bren.”

Grimacing, Brennan allowed it, not really liking how Kellen’s thrusts were knocking him forward. That was embarrassing, too. But the pain didn’t last long. The weird full feeling did, though. When Kellen reached around Brennan’s hips to start tugging on Brennan’s dick, that felt even weirder. Brennan stayed still, letting Kellen move in him and touch him. He was startled by his orgasm and the way his hips snapped into Kellen’s hand, how the dick inside his butt was buried all the way.

“That was great. That was so damn good,” Kellen moaned, then morphed into Tommy in Brennan’s mind.

It was mainly funny because Tommy was younger in Brennan’s specific memory of him than Kellen had been when they’d had sex. Kellen had been eighteen when he had taken pre-teen Brennan’s virginity. Tommy was seventeen in Brennan’s next specific recollection.

“You’re gonna love it. Just don’t make any noises, okay?” Tommy whispered. There was music playing to help mask any sounds or talking. The door to the bedroom was locked and there was a heavy piece of furniture moved in front of it, too, just in case Maggie tried to unlock it from the other side.

Brennan had a bandana tied around his head, fed through his jaws as a gag. He bit down on the fabric, feeling it get wet with his saliva. He was lying on his stomach with his wrists tied to each of the bedposts at the head of the bed. He was only wearing a pair of yoga pants, but Tommy was pulling those off. Already, Brennan was hard, just because of how
wrong
it was. Maggie was in the house, somewhere. She might catch them.

As soon as the pants were off, and Brennan became aware of how naked he was, something wet and hard and cool was stuck up his ass, suddenly. Clenching up didn’t keep it out and Tommy pressed it in, making Brennan take it. He didn’t even know what it was. Leaving whatever object he’d just penetrated Brennan with in there, sticking out obscenely, Tommy climbed off the bed.

Brennan hid his face in the bedding as Tommy took hold of one of Brennan’s ankles and tied it with rope, then pulled the rope to be tied around the bedpost at the bottom of the bed. Then, he did Brennan’s other ankle, too, forcing his legs far apart.