Double Heat [Twin Ties: 3] (6 page)

Sucking in his stomach with nerves and writhing slightly with the anticipation, Evan felt Alek sitting on his thighs, pinned to the couch and magnifying the feeling for Evan of being unable to escape. Seconds later, his cock was being freed from his jeans and boxers. It was painfully stiff and the cool air of the room was nothing but a reminder of how many sets of eyes were on him, watching him yield so completely. There was nothing calming or reassuring about what was going on, it all just kept him on edge.

Dirty boy, aren’t you, Evan? Nothing but a dirty, dirty boy...

They love me,
he told himself.
I’m safe with them. It’s just sex.

The reassurances did nothing. The alarms still blared.

Two hands wrapped his upper thighs. A third hand wrapped his shaft and he moaned loudly into Luka’s mouth, realizing from the position of the fingers it was him. Luka stroked him slowly, seeming to lick every whimper from Evan’s mouth. If Luka was doing the touching and kissing, that meant Alek was sitting there and watching everything Luka did to Evan even as he enabled it. Soon Evan was dripping, getting off on it so hard, pre-come pulsed from him copiously, slicking his shaft as Luka’s hand twisted and pumped.

The weight on his legs shifted. Then, Evan felt what had to be Alek’s tongue stroking the root of his shaft and the skin of his sac. His whole body stiffened, pushing hard, instinctively, into the contact as he whined into Luka’s mouth which instantly pressed harder into the kiss, forcing Evan’s jaws wide.

Luka let go of Evan’s dick. His fingers dragged, too-lightly, up the inside of Evan’s hipbone, tickling. Evan writhed reflexively, sucking in air through his nose as Luka’s tickling touch lingered intentionally and Alek’s tongue trailed up the underside of Evan’s shaft. Then Evan’s cock was swallowed down whole. The heat of Alek’s mouth hugged him snugly. But Luka was still tickling him. Evan gasped roughly, making gruff, startled, uncontrollable sounds, his fingers splayed where Luka was holding him down. Evan tried to wriggle away, but the twins had him pinned.

“So fucking hot,” Brennan said breathlessly from a few feet away.

Luka broke their kiss, his mouth hovering, upside down, over Evan’s as Evan gasped, whimpered, and laughed. Intentionally, Luka kept brushing that spot on the inside of Evan’s hip, driving him crazy as Alek sucked Evan at a steady pace. The combination of the tickling and the sucking of his dick was taking Evan apart. One of Luka’s hands was locked around Evan’s wrists but the other was stretched down the length of Evan’s body, caressing maddeningly.

“Luka,
please
,” Evan begged between stilted, wild gasps and laughter.

“Fuck, you’re sweet,” Luka moaned. “Stay right there.”

Evan’s hands were released. The tickling stopped. A moment later, he knew why as Luka arranged Evan’s head on the arm of the couch, leaned over him and fed Evan his cock. Evan moaned thickly and let Luka slide in deeply, sucking the taste of him while Alek sucked the sense from Evan’s mind. It was different than just doing sixty nine with one person. He could feel all three of them watching him suck and get sucked. Evan reached up to grip Luka’s hips as they drove into him, but when Alek resumed the tickling Luka had abandoned, Evan became instantly frantic. He shuddered and bucked until Alek held him down, sucking him harder and faster. Then Alek found the same spot on the inside of his right hip as well and Evan cried out, strung tight as a bow. His hips rolled, undulating. He was so close, it hurt.

Alek pulled off completely, leaving Evan straining and unsatisfied while Luka rode his lips and tongue, pushing all the way into Evan’s throat on the in-stroke, caressing his neck with a hand and moaning with pleasure.

He would have begged had he been able to speak, but Alek just brushed the skin of Evan’s cockhead with the edges of his lips. He’d eased up on the tickling, but the feather-light touch of his lips was almost more torturous. Humping air, he felt Alek following him, lightly kissing the sensitive, wet skin of his tip. The tip of Alek’s tongue cleaned away some of the pre-come and Evan cried out around Luka’s girth, pushing up, getting no relief.

“Fight for it,” Alek urged in a soft growl.

Luka was moving steadily, fucking Evan’s mouth, and it felt so dirty. The novelty of having a roomful of men watch him give head had not worn off at all. Alek started to play with Evan’s balls, rolling them, tugging gently, and Evan couldn’t take it. He let go of Luka and reached for his dick. Luka caught his hand, wove their fingers together and came with a groan. After unloading down Evan’s throat, Luka pulled back and kept moaning as Evan suckled him through the aftershocks, using his free hand to steady Luka’s cock.

Catching his breath, overwhelmed, needing and desperate, Evan didn’t quite follow what was happening as Luka moved around to the side of the couch. Brennan came closer, too, moving near to Evan’s head and attentively wiping his chin dry. Then Luka was taking Evan’s cock into his mouth, Alek was sucking on his balls and Evan shouted hoarsely, helplessly thrusting upward. His orgasm hit him hard, whiting out his vision as both twins sucked him through it. Brennan held his hand and Evan panted roughly between his cries. Once he was spent, they kissed his upper thighs, his lower abdomen, the inside of his hip and Evan just breathed. There was a charge of energy that sizzled through his entire body. Brennan nuzzled the side of Evan’s neck and Evan ran his fingers through Brennan’s soft hair, the feel of it and the nearness of him intensely soothing, especially given how fried his nerves were.

“Okay, Brennan’s turn,” Evan rasped, needing the attention off of him for a while.

He chuckled when Brennan grumbled, “Oh, you bastard.”

“Hey, gotta get my revenge, don’t I?” he retorted.

Chapter 6
Voyeur and Exhibitionist

Evan leaned against the wall of his and Alek’s bedroom, playing the voyeur, feeling uncomfortably restless, unable to pin down what was wrong. It was a cozy room, not too big or too small. There was one fairly large window which was almost always covered with blinds or curtains, since it overlooked an alley and another above-a-shop apartment. Sunlight crept in through the edges anyway, especially now that the weather was becoming more spring-like every day and the days were getting longer. Evan hoped for an early end to the bitterly cold, cabin-fever days of winter.

Instead of sitting in the chair near the foot of the king-sized bed, Evan kept to his feet. It felt better to be able to leave quickly if he wanted than to commit to sitting down to enjoy the show. Mobility was a plus. Solitude would have been even better. He felt in dire need of a shower, but since he had been the one to instigate what was happening on the bed, he couldn’t take refuge in the bathroom without raising suspicion.

Of course, it was hot as hell to watch the twins take Brennan apart, slowly, but it was also a living, breathing demonstration of how literally screwed he’d likely be while Brennan was gone.

It seemed Brennan’s anxiousness concerning his impending trip was gone. Privately, perhaps selfishly, Evan was jealous of such easy relief. But Evan was glad to see his brother having a good time, especially after the intense worry he’d displayed earlier in the night. There were no more furrows in his brow, or tightness in his mouth. He was straddling Alek’s naked body, kneeling on either side of Alek’s chest while Alek used his mouth as well as one hand to work Brennan’s cock. Brennan had tight hold of the headboard, his back curved in a graceful line as he succumbed to the need to thrust between Alek’s lips, which wrapped his shaft, Alek’s fingers twisting on it near the root. Luka, who was still completely dressed, knelt behind Brennan, straddling Alek. The first two fingers of his left hand were buried to the last knuckle in Brennan’s ass while, with his other hand, Luka alternately caressed the side of Alek’s jaw and Brennan’s undulating body.

Luka pumped his hand, nestled in Brennan’s clenched orifice. Evan watched Luka’s hand move, and could almost feel the sensations provoked in Brennan’s body. They weren’t letting him find a rhythm, trapping him between mouth and hand, impaled and sheathed at the same time. Alek would take Brennan’s cock into his mouth, down to the hilt, and at the same time, Luka would follow Brennan’s thrust forward, pushing inward and making him gasp small cries. Then they’d both pull back at the same time, and Evan would see his brother quiver, anticipating more, always.

Evan knew the feeling.

Brennan’s skin glistened in the dim light. His blond hair, grown longer than ever, had darker roots showing, but around his face it was plastered to him in damp tendrils. His lips were flushed dark, licked moist. His entire body was suffused with a pink tint under his freckles from all of the stimulation. The oddest thing for Evan about watching Brennan make love was the knowledge that he looked the same way in intimate moments. To be able to walk a circle around an exact replica image of yourself, lost in the throes of passion, getting fucked, violated, and stimulated, was both fascinating and intensely disturbing.

There had been an amused smirk on Brennan’s face when they’d begun, as he’d stripped Alek before peeling off his own clothes, making a show of it to turn Alek on. By the time Brennan was stepping out of his pants, Alek had been hard and ready for him, so Brennan had seemed to take great pleasure in climbing Alek’s body before taking his mouth with vigor. But, the longer it went on, the more frayed the edges of Brennan’s control became due to the incessant probing of Luka’s fingers prying at his opening while Alek teased with tongue, lips, and fingertips. Brennan whimpered and moaned, breathless and restless. His head would fall back on his shoulders, or forward. His hand would claw around the back of his head as he tried to push his hair out of his face. The muscles of his buttocks would clench tightly.

Alek, probably growing more comfortable with the pace and positioning, resorted to letting Brennan push and move at his own speed. Hands freed, Alek reached around with both of them to palm Brennan’s ass, spreading it wide for Luka to gain greater access. Brennan made a soft, plaintive sound, head bowed, as Luka fed him a third digit, watching Brennan’s slender body take it and stretch to accommodate it. Leaning forward as the fingers pushed deeper, curling his body around Alek’s head and simultaneously sticking out his ass for Luka, Brennan moaned sharply. Luka’s hand reached its farthest, and he pivoted his wrist, twisting and pulling at Brennan’s inner walls. Snapping his hips, Brennan took Alek’s mouth faster and more shallowly, starting to curse, muttering, “God, fuck, damn it....”

Holding the back of Alek’s head, Brennan pushed in again and again, staying there as he groaned, shuddering, and Evan knew he’d come.

Right away, while Brennan was still delirious with his orgasm, stroking him through it with his free hand, Luka guided Brennan backward an inch at a time. Alek pulled off and, as soon as he could manage it, steadied his erection with a hand. Luka freed his lube-slicked fingers and, together, both twins pushed Brennan’s ass down onto Alek’s thick cock. It pressed at him, popping through his rim as Brennan quaked and moaned heavily. Luka’s hand on his hip made him take the whole length while still Brennan’s cock was squeezed, base to tip, wrung out until he was spent and softening.

Alek made himself more comfortable, planting his feet, spreading his legs, holding Brennan by the hips and urging him into motion.

Probably because it was the focal point of everything, the most perverse thing he could be looking at, Evan defied morals and stared at the reddened, thick column of his boyfriend’s dick disappearing into his twin brother’s asshole, stuffing him full of it while he curled his toes and arched his back.

But, when Luka turned from the bed, Evan glanced away before Luka could see where he’d been looking.

Evan felt one of his oldest, biggest fears then, in the stillness of the bedroom, at the end of another long day, full of questions left unanswered, with the sounds of sex and love in his ears. It all felt so temporary and fragile. The little worries in the heat of the moment were nothing compared to the bigger ones. There was something of real value here, with these three men. He knew it. He felt it. But there was danger in recognizing life’s blessings. Knowing how important something was only meant it would hurt that much more when it was inevitably taken away. He could lose it all so easily, due to any whim of fate or chance, and his brother was about to vanish. He’d get in his car, drive away and cross the length of the country twice before Evan would see him again.

It scared him to death.

What if something happened? There were so many things that could go wrong. He could lose Brennan to a freak car accident. He could lose all of them, actually. Nothing in life was certain. The only thing you could be sure of was that it was all temporary. What did it really matter if he had people who cared about him if he could lose them in an instant?

Normal, for Evan, had always meant being alone. To have so much, so fast, filling his life, only caused him to anticipate the unavoidable draining away of it all. It was only a matter of time. Fate robbed him, steadily, of those he’d loved or craved. Giving his heart away only meant he was guaranteeing it would soon be broken. Happiness was like Brennan’s orgasm—powerful but fleeting.

Luka stepped up into Evan’s space right as the first tear overflowed his eyelids and slipped down his cheek. Though he quickly wiped it away, it was noticed. Evan could tell by the serious expression on Luka’s face as he bowed his head and widened his stance to be more on an eye-to-eye level with Evan. Luka’s dark hair fell in curtains by the sides of his face, giving them some privacy in a way. Closing his eyes, Evan fought to push down his emotion and stupid fears. He winced with shame and guilt as Luka wiped another tear away for him.

“I’ll miss ‘im,” Evan explained quietly, in a tear-choked, uneven voice.

“I know,” Luka said tenderly, his fingertip circling around from Evan’s cheek to his lips, then down to hook under his chin, tilting it up and kissing his lips. “I’d love a shower. Keep me company?”