Double Heat [Twin Ties: 3] (8 page)

“Love how you still get nervous,” Alek whispered, sending a shiver racing up Evan’s spine. He clenched around the fingers inside him as Alek pulled them slowly out. Once they were wet with the lube, Alek pressed three digits into Evan, staying propped up enough that Evan knew he was watching it happen, fucking Evan with his hand and staring at the sight of it, which only fed Evan’s nerves more. There was just something about Alek that even Luka didn’t have. It had been that way since their first time together in the bathroom of the bar, when Alek touched Evan in ways he’d never been touched, just because he wanted to, just because he could. Alek got off on the shy act, just as he got off on Brennan’s more brazen horniness. Even when Evan pretended to be confident and self-assured, it always seemed to him Alek could tell it was an act, and inside Evan would always be quivering and pure, and Alek would always be violating Evan’s innocence.

When Alek sat up more, spreading Evan’s cheeks with his left hand and working the fingers of his right hand in the clenched ring Luka had so recently rode to completion, Evan felt his face growing hot. He gasped, muffling the sound in the pillow even as he tilted his hips to accept Alek’s fingers on the next shallow push.

“How’s that feel?” Alek asked, sounding like he was smiling, making Evan’s dick harder.

There was no discomfort, only embarrassment over how displayed he was, and how horny he felt. What Alek was doing wasn’t prep, it was play, which changed everything entirely. The fingers pumped in slight little pushes, rubbing over Evan’s inner walls, then spreading apart. Exhaling shakily, Evan tried to find his voice, but could only manage a breathless, faint, “
Fuck
....”

It was a perfect example of how it was going to be when Brennan left, only Luka would be there to witness all of it. Alek would want to display Evan’s submissiveness to Luka and show his twin how much control he had over the sweet teenager with the least amount of sexual experience by far of the foursome. Evan would get off on it, even as his bashfulness would skyrocket. It would be fantastic and terrifying at the same time.

“Hmm?” Alek hummed in question, not letting Evan get away with silence.

Quietly, Evan murmured between gasps, “Good.”

“And?”

“I like it,” Evan confessed, blushing more than ever, his voice cracking and betraying his youth.

Alek pulled the fingers almost all the way out, twisted them around and pressed them back in, asking, “How much do you like it?”

But all Evan could do was whimper and thrust against the bed for relief, his dick so hard from the teasing, stimulation, and voyeurism, he couldn’t help himself.

Alek stopped prying Evan’s cheeks apart and reached up under Evan’s pelvis instead, between his thighs to give his erection a testing little squeeze. Evan groaned, hips stuttering, his dick weeping sticky beads of fluid. His ass relaxed and Alek’s fingers slid farther, making Evan’s groan sharpen and climb. Alek pulled Evan’s hard-on downward sharply, which made Evan tip his ass even farther up in the air.

“Good. Just like that,” Alek praised, fucking him with deeper strokes and holding Evan’s dick in the uncomfortable position. Evan had bent his knees and was using them to push off against the bed. Gripping his pillow more tightly, Evan shifted his knees up the bed and more under him.

Maybe it was that he never seemed to have enough time with Luka. When they were together, Evan tended to simply yield and let Luka lead. But with Alek, there was always more than enough time. And Alek liked to play. He would push each one of Evan’s buttons and tempt Evan into participating in sex that felt dirty, decadent and wrong in the best kind of ways. It was the combination of those approaches that worried him.

Steadying Evan with a firm, steady grip on his stiffened dick, Alek kept him in that awful, ass-up pose while fingering him with every inch of his fingers, pulling them out to hook inside with just the tips, then plunging back in to the hilt and holding there until Evan whimpered. And Evan had no idea how long it went on. Though it was probably only a matter of minutes, soon Evan’s thighs were quivering and his breathing was out of control.

“You’re so fucking wet, Jailbait. Do
I
make you wet? Or do you just like getting finger-fucked that much?”

Evan growled through a breathy cry, clawing at the hair on the back of his head, pulling at the strands. Alek started giving Evan’s dick tight, twisting tugs, like he was milking the pleasure from him. Evan cried out and thrust helplessly down against the next tug, then pushed his ass up onto the fingers. When he thought maybe Alek would let him get off like that, caught helplessly between Alek’s hands, Evan chased the possibility, moving faster and faster.

But then Alek let go of Evan’s cock and grabbed him by the base of the balls instead, squeezing tightly enough to cut off his impending orgasm. Evan rasped out a groan of protest, fighting it as the fingers up his ass moved ceaselessly as ever, but Alek had him. He wasn’t going anywhere, so he rode it out, blowing every breath out between his lips.

“We’re gonna have
so much fun
with you,” Alek promised, darkly. “If you need a few demonstrations of how well Luka and I can satisfy your every need to put your mind at ease, we’re more than happy to comply.”

The fingers pulled out, leaving him wide open, soaking wet and wanting, but he didn’t have to wait long. A second later, the large head of Alek’s cock was pressing at Evan’s rim. Making a small moaning sound as it breached him, Evan shivered with delight. Alek held there, making Evan clench in flutters around him.

Eyes closing, Evan waited for Alek to take more of him. When he finally did, sheathing himself completely in a slow inward slide, Evan’s hand went right to his dick to stroke himself. Moaning low and long, Evan chased his climax. Alek held Evan’s hips, burrowing further, forcing Evan to take all of him. Evan’s gasps sharpened into keening little sounds but then he was coming, spurting hot between his fingers and coating the sheet with his seed. Gasping against his pillow, feeling Alek build a rhythm of deep, steady thrusts, Evan couldn’t hide that he loved it. Alek hissed as he rode Evan’s contractions, his body tensed with the waves of pleasure.

Alek slapped the side of Evan’s ass with an opened hand, hard enough to sting and make him clench reflexively. Holding there, he circled his hips, grinding on Evan.

“Harder,” Evan croaked.

Alek slapped him again, much harder.

“
Ahh, shit
,” Evan whined. Alek rubbed the spot, soothing the sting. He pulled back, thrust in, and spanked him again.

“You want the belt?”

“
Fuck
.” Evan ducked his head to hide his expression, his mouth open with his gasps. Alek spanked him again. Evan clenched around Alek’s thick cock, impaling him, and moaned, “
Yes
.”

“Yeah, bet you do,” Alek chuckled. He caressed over the hot side of Evan’s butt cheek, then slapped it twice. Pulling his cock out completely, he thrust up through Evan’s crack, rubbing over his tender hole. He spread Evan with both hands and re-entered him in a hard thrust, making Evan moan and shudder.

Then Alek’s hands were on him, guiding him up. “Come on. Up you go.” Evan was pulled up onto his knees, then back to sit on Alek’s lap, completely impaled on him. All of the shifting caused a sharp twinge of pain in Evan’s side, where he’d been stabbed and broken a few ribs. Breathing carefully through it, he let the hurt fade back again.

“You okay?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“If the position is bad for your side—”

“No, I’m good,” Evan assured him. “It’s easing up.” Small whimpers accompanied every exhale but Evan let his head fall back. He nuzzled against the side of Alek’s head, reaching back to caress through his long, soft hair. It was so good, to possess him so utterly. Knowing it was another turn-on for Alek, Evan began to move on him, circling his hips a little, rising slightly up and sinking back down on him. Alek thrust sharply against Evan’s movements, his hips beating Evan’s ass. Alek’s fingers found Evan’s nipples, pinching and twisting until Evan frowned and gasped, his cock struggling to get hard again.

Alek came, moaning against the side of Evan’s cheek, shivering with the force of it. It made Evan proud to feel it, a smile transforming his expression into one of pure joy.

Moving slow with exhaustion, they once more got cleaned up, then went back to bed. Alek brought him a couple painkillers and some water, just in case.

“Take tomorrow off. Get some rest,” Alek told him.

After swallowing the pills, Evan fit himself inside Alek’s embrace and hummed. His whole body felt sore, but especially his ass. “Can’t. Gotta work so I can be here Friday.”

“Then quit. We don’t need the money.”

“We’re not discussing it, Aleksy. You know how I feel.”

Alek caught his chin, tilting Evan’s head in order to kiss his mouth.

“You feel amazing,” Alek agreed. “Just don’t want you overdoing it if you don’t have to. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“You don’t have anything to worry about, you know. We’ll take care of you. Always.”

“I can take care of you, too, you know,” Evan smirked, feeling momentarily brave.

“Mm, love how you take care of me,” Alek agreed.

Chapter 8
Keeping Secrets

Come morning, Evan was too sore to get up when his alarm went off, so he slept in. By the time he did get up, his side and his ass felt a little better and moving was easier. The apartment was quiet. It was late enough that Alek and Luka had already left for work and Brennan was away at class. Evan did some stretching exercises, poured himself a huge thermos of coffee and headed over to Mike’s Garage to at least get a half-day’s work in.

His tardiness got him a stern talking to from Mike, who reminded Evan that he needed to call if he couldn’t make it. Evan noticed Mike was looking him up and down, maybe reading into the stiff way Evan was walking or the guilt in his eyes. All of the guys had started doing it, since Evan refused to talk about why he’d been out for medical reasons for so long, then stuck on desk duty until he was completely recovered. The quieter Evan became, the less the other employees talked to him. But there was nothing Evan could do about it. He wasn’t about to come out to them or tell them anything that was likely to get his ass kicked again.

But it did make him feel lonely. That feeling of having things building up inside him hit again. The desire to confess or purge his concerns to a safe audience was overwhelming. He could call Jimmy, but knew Jimmy wouldn’t be able to relate to the real reasons why Evan was mentally weighed down. He couldn’t talk to Charlie, his father, about it either; not without provoking unneeded concern that Charlie was too many hundreds of miles away to do anything about.

Evan had a lifetime of experience at getting used to not talking about sex. It had started five years ago, when he was thirteen, and he’d first let a grown man, who was many, many years older than him, touch him. It had been the first time Evan had realized the desire he felt for other guys rather than girls was acceptable. He finally saw he wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

That realization had been a relief. He’d been complacent, letting his father’s buddy slip his large, calloused hand inside Evan’s underpants to play with his cock and balls while Charlie had been out of the house. It had felt nice, but it had been scary. The man—Drew Lahner—had been so much older, so much bigger than him. As soon as Drew’s hand went inside Evan’s underwear, each time it happened, a queasy tickle would form in Evan’s belly.

That wasn’t all Drew had done to Evan, though. Drew had a streak of voyeurism in him, and a raging kink for anything that left Evan feeling wildly uncomfortable and questioning himself. No matter what they did together, Drew always had a way of talking Evan through it, keeping him calm, explaining away most of Evan’s uncertainty. Mostly, Evan had kept his eyes and mouth shut and stayed in whatever position Drew put him in, letting it happen and trying to get off on it as much as he could. He knew he was doing something he couldn’t tell anyone else about, but it felt too good to stop.

And it kept happening. Drew was there when no one else was, showing Evan he didn’t have to be so alone all the time, talking about how his day was going, making him laugh and feel like there were people in his life who cared what was going on with him. Evan had always thought of Drew, fondly, as his first boyfriend, though a secret one he knew no one else could ever find out about. Sure, aspects of how they’d started to screw around worried Evan, but just like with his current worries about Alek and Luka, he was always able to reason them away.

Even the way Evan had met Alek had been a result of Evan’s ability to recognize an older man’s sexual interest in him. After making a few subtle moves of his own to imply consent, he became mostly passive and pliable until the guy was done with him.

It was all so much easier than pursuing someone his own age. Evan had always assumed guys his own age hated him and thought he was pathetic. They were the ones bullying him at school and making his life miserable.

Charlie never knew about Evan’s boyfriends prior to the Popović twins. Brennan, Alek, and Luka didn’t know about them either. Jimmy only knew because Evan had tried it with him, too, just the once, and with heartbreaking consequences.

Evan lost himself in work for a while, trying not to think about any of his murky past anymore, going through the motions as he tried to locate the source of some weird engine noise a customer was hearing in her Nissan. Later that afternoon, Carter sent Evan a text message, asking him to come by for a beer or two after work.

It was tempting.
Really
tempting.

Even with all of his protectiveness of Evan, Carter was still one of the few people who Evan could call a friend—no complications, no subtext—and who understood perfectly how Evan felt physically and mentally. Plus, Evan liked Carter. He was so cool, a singer with legions of fans, and someone brave enough to follow a dream to fruition.