Double Heat [Twin Ties: 3] (28 page)

Drew began pounding Evan with the toy cock, hammering his prostate. Evan’s cry split the air. Fluid was milked from his cock, pooling on his stomach. Drew went even harder, slamming the toy in with a blur of speed, using his wrist to piston it into Evan with force at a bruising pace. Evan kept shouting and shuddering. Drew watched the fluid pulse from his slit as his gland was milked. When Evan began whimpering desperately from soreness, Drew slowed down and focused on the milking. The toy was worked expertly against his prostate, rocked in a slight, specific movement and Evan shook, grunting hard, overwhelmed with stimulation, his thoughts burned away. All he could do was make soft pleading noises and hump the toy cock with little twitches.

It went on forever, until Evan was purely exhausted, his voice raw. The whole time, Drew played with Evan’s testicles, smiling in a friendly way, and took his ass apart with that diligent, expert rocking.

“Do you want me to fuck you, now, Evan?” Drew asked him. “You think you’re ready?”

“Please.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Please yes.”

He just wanted it to be over.

The toy slipped from his ass. Evan was almost too tired to move. Drew hooked three fingers inside Evan’s ass and lifted Evan’s cock, letting the camera see it. Then, he started to squeeze up it, the fluid-soaked, red length sliding so easily in Drew’s fist. The noises were wet and obscene.

“Oh fuck, please,” Evan begged, curling forward as he came, dry, hating himself for it. He shouted hoarsely, his body trying to expel semen when there wasn’t anything left to push out.

“Shootin’ blanks, there,” Drew chuckled. His fingers wriggled around, pressing in to stuff him one moment, pulling back to pluck at his rim the next.

He was boneless when Drew climbed onto the bed and rolled on a condom.

“Jealousy was one of the main reasons it didn’t work out with me and Alek. He’s just not good at sharing his conquests. He might pretend like he’s okay with it at first, but that never lasts long. You know he’s never been able to have a long term relationship, other than me, right? So, it’s a damn good thing Alek can’t see you right now,” Drew told him with a chuckle, folded forward over Evan’s spread body to suck a kiss to the tip of Evan’s nipple, his voice hushed. “He’d wish he’d never laid eyes on you! That scene at the grocery store would be
nothing
in comparison to that reaction. Man, he’s got a lot of pent-up rage. Because of the way his mom was, you know. I’d hate for that to be directed at a sweet kid like you. You deserve better than that, Evan. I’d never be able to hate your guts like that. I care about you too much.”

They will hate you for this. They can’t find out. Ever. Tuck it away in your head. Let it live in the dark.

He felt the betrayal of it as Drew entered him, a second camera positioned to catch the view of Drew’s huge cock sheathing itself in Evan’s lean body. It was the proof of everything Drew had said. Evan was doomed, just like his relationships. Alek and Luka would never be able to love him now. What he was doing was likely even beyond Brennan’s capability of forgiveness. Tears slipped silently down Evan’s cheeks and he closed his eyes.

It didn’t even hurt. He didn’t even say no.

Drew was moaning and riding him eagerly, moving like he was loving every second. Once or twice, he pulled out, showing the camera his cock, cradled in a hand, and how easily Evan took it, with only a soft sigh.

Drew filmed Evan getting dressed again, then turned the cameras off.

“Sore?” Drew asked with a grin, groping Evan’s ass through his jeans.

“Yeah.”

“Should be,” Drew chuckled. “With everything I stuck up in there, today.
Hell
, boy. It’s like you were born to get fucked.”

“Guess so,” Evan agreed.

He let Drew escort him out to the car, seeing that it was a rental car as he got in again.

Drew turned on the radio to Evan’s favorite rock station and drove him back to the garage.

When they pulled over, in the parking lot, the sun was going down. His shift was almost over. Jimmy would be there soon.

“Now, remember,” Drew told him. “You can call me if things go south with Alek. No matter what he tells you, Evan, you’re a good kid. Even if people like him can’t understand you, I will always know how special you are.”

“Okay,” he murmured. “You won’t tell anyone?”

“I would never betray your secrets,” Drew agreed solemnly. “There are plenty of people in this world who’d leave you out in the cold, Ev, just like Charlie. Be careful out there.”

“Okay. I promise I won’t tell Alek.”

“Good. Then I won’t tell anyone either,” Drew smiled, giving Evan’s body a long look, up and down. “Can’t wait to get some of that footage on my phone, Ev! That was some good, nasty stuff! But that’s how we like it, huh?” He chuckled and shook his head.

Evan got out of the car and walked on unsteady legs to the garage. His self-hate was a sickly knot in his gut, getting heavier and heavier, swelling larger with each step. Faintly, he heard the car pull away. Mike saw him and came running out. All Evan wanted was to be left alone, to go back to work and act like nothing had happened.

The unmistakable terror in Mike’s voice almost instantly caused bile to flood Evan’s throat. “Evan?! Where the hell did you go? Who was that guy? Didn’t know if I should call the cops, or—”

Cops. Explanations. Confrontations.

The absolute horror took him then. The desperate need to act normal when nothing about his body, head or heart was anywhere near normal was a twisting in the center of his gut. The knowledge of what he’d done, and what a terrible person he really was, was an insurmountable problem. When he was younger, he had never needed to face Charlie immediately after spending time with Drew. There would be no decompression time now. There would be no hiding from demands of explanation. Evan had just betrayed everyone in the world who loved him. If they found out, he’d have nothing. He’d lose Brennan. He’d lose Alek and Luka. He had nothing. He was worth
nothing
.

His legs gave out. Evan doubled over and let go of that twisted heaviness in his stomach, retching, hands planted on the asphalt, crying out in rough shouts. His belly cramped up as if in denial of his deeds, trying to spew them forth to steam and stink on the pavement, rather than enduring them any longer.

“Shit,” Mike was cursing. “Oh shit.
Shit
.”

Evan was trembling violently. He couldn’t stop. Mike and one of the other guys wrapped him in a blanket, then helped him into Mike’s office to sit down.

“Are you sick? Poisoned? Who was that guy, Evan?”

Evan didn’t answer the questions, but he started crying, and that scared them enough to convince Mike to call Jimmy, who was listed as Evan’s emergency contact.

When Jimmy pulled up and came running in, Mike had no explanation and Evan wasn’t talking. They got him into Jimmy’s car and, looking disturbed and incredibly concerned for Evan, Mike waited there until they drove away.

Chapter 23
Assaulted

“Just a bad day. Too much worry,” was Evan’s murmured explanation to Jimmy. His voice was wrecked but maybe Jimmy chalked that up to the vomiting. “I might quit the garage until things get better, after thinking about it.”

“That might be a good decision,” Jimmy agreed, constantly glancing over at Evan, like he didn’t know what to do to help. Evan was familiar with that look and the sentiment.

When they got to the apartment, Evan insisted on walking in himself, unaided.

“You can stay here until I’m inside, if it’ll make you feel better,” he told Jimmy.

“Evan...” Jimmy started, but couldn’t finish. “Thanks for picking me up. I love you, Jimmy.”

Jimmy sputtered, floundering for the right response, the answer, then settled on, “I love you, too, Evan. Go rest, okay? You don’t look well.”

“I will. Don’t worry.”

He waved as he got the door unlocked and went inside the apartment.

As soon as Jimmy drove away, Evan sat down on the steps and stared at nothing, thinking about nothing, for a long, long time.

Alek was the first home, and Evan was ready for him. Freshly showered and his teeth brushed, Evan threw himself at Alek before he’d even taken off his jacket. Peeling it from Alek’s shoulders, stripping the bag, the keys, everything off of him, Evan attacked. He kissed Alek roughly, biting, growling, and throwing all of his passion into the contact. It wasn’t lust, it was survival.

He didn’t give Alek a chance to see him or the awful look Evan knew was in his eyes, having witnessed it reflected back at him in the bathroom mirror. He didn’t give Alek a chance to ask if Evan was okay or question any signs that something was off, because something
was
off. All of his self-hatred was written all over his face. Evan couldn’t get rid of it, he could only hope to save his relationships by hiding the truth.

Loving Alek was the only way Evan knew to allow him to get through the impossible situation he was in.

With Alek’s jacket off, Evan began working his shirt buttons open, moaning, “Want you. Please?”

“Okay,” Alek chuckled, kissing back, caressing and helping Evan along.

They got Alek’s dress shirt off, then Alek began to open Evan’s pants. Evan pulled his t-shirt over his head and turned around once Alek had his fly undone. Pushing his pants down, Evan bent himself over the back of the couch, shifting his stance wider as Alek fit himself to Evan’s back.

Alek trailed kisses down Evan’s neck, touching him so tenderly.

“Already prepped myself, okay?” Evan panted, undulating and reacting wildly to the stimulation and care. “Just need you in me.”

“You sure?”

“Don’t I look sure?” Evan replied, careful not to give Alek too good of a view of his face. The lighting in the apartment was dim, though. Evan had deliberately kept most of the lights off.

With a sigh, Alek freed himself and lined up. Glancing back, Evan eagerly pushed back into Alek’s first thrust, claiming him with a relieved moan.

“What is this? Jimmy said you had a rough day,” Alek murmured as he gave Evan an unnecessary moment to adjust. He caressed over Evan’s stomach, kissed his cheek. Squeezing his eyes shut, trying somehow to hold in the tears beginning to spill over, Evan shook his head and just moved.

Soon, Alek was lost to it, the natural rhythm they found so effortlessly together. He moved to work Evan’s cock counter to his thrusts, but Evan didn’t want him to. It was too soon.

“Don’t, just let me do this for you,” Evan asked.

“I want to. Need to make you feel good, too,” Alek argued.

Hanging his head, fucking Alek’s hand, meeting his thrusts, Evan drew it out as much as he could. Soon, though, Alek came with a hard moan, unloading into Evan’s body, marking him once again as his own.

It took longer than it should have for Evan to orgasm. When he did, he made a pained sound, hiding his face as his body reacted with hardly any semen to spill.

“Did I hurt you?” Alek asked right away. “Are you okay?”

Evan couldn’t speak. His sob caught in his throat. All he could think of was how horribly he’d betrayed Alek, Luka, and Brennan, how he wasn’t worthy of them, how he could never undo what he’d done that day. Everything good in his life, suddenly, was gone. Once they knew the truth, they would despise him.

If there had been a gun, he would have used it.

“Evan? Evan, look at me?”

The cries broke free of his diligent barriers. The force of his tears doubled him over. Alek’s dick slid out as Evan crumpled to the floor, covering his head, couching there, wracked with sobs.

From what little Evan could see, he glimpsed Alek looking down at his hand, at the couch.

“You didn’t come. I
felt
you come, Evan. Why isn’t there...” Alek said softly, as if talking to himself.

Evan curled up tighter, trying to disappear, to deny everything.

Then Alek was down on the floor with him, turning him around, forcing Evan’s chin up so that Alek could see....

“I’m so sorry I went with him,” Evan apologized in a rush of emotion, pouring all of his regret into the words, trying to make Alek understand. “
I didn't think I could say no
.”