Gemini (13 page)

Gemini

by Chris Owen

look at Jamie, who's staring at Paul like he's never seen him before.

"Paul? You okay?" he asks. He's trying to sound like he's teasing, but even I can hear the tentative note in his voice.

Paul just nods and closes the book. "I'm gonna go take a shower," he says and walks away real fast.

Jamie and I stare at each other. That's not how shit works here; if we want something, need something, we just say so.

So we follow him into the bathroom.

Paul's just getting the water going when we walk in and grab him, wrap him up the way only two people can. When he's between us I kiss him and then Jamie does.

"You like that, Paul?" I ask, and kiss his shoulder.

He sort of shudders and takes a breath. "Yeah, I think so.

It looks ... really intense."

"So why'd you walk?" Jamie says.

Paul just looks at him, his eyes real wide. "That's major shit, Jamie. I..."

"Didn't know how to ask," I finish for him, and they both look at me kind of surprised. I think it's the first time I finished a sentence for either of them, without tripping over the other twin.

So Jamie kisses him, and I kiss him and we all climb into the shower and get real clean. Then Jamie and I go to the bedroom and Paul gets even more clean. No one really says anything, but fuck, if Paul wants it then we'll do it. Same as if it had been Jamie.

Jamie and I lay on our bed, kind of snuggling until Paul comes in. Jamie, he's all relaxed and cool, just wants to make 117

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things good for Paul. So do I, of course, but Paul, he's hard and twitchy and his eyes are huge, so I gather him up in my arms and drag him down onto the bed, roll on top of him.

"You need to relax, baby," I say. "No way Jamie can do this for you if you don't relax a bit."

He nods at me and I kiss him, nice and slow, feel Jamie's hand on my back, stroking my spine softly. Paul's moving with me, and I kiss him harder, make him moan into my mouth, giving me soft needy noises.

"Jamie, I'm gonna get him off before you do this," I say as I move down Paul's chest, licking at his rings. "He's wound pretty tight."

Jamie just kisses a path up my back and moves to the side so he can take Paul's mouth with his, kissing him deeply.

I know how bad Paul wants to try this. He's never just taken off like that before when he gets an idea and I want him to know that he doesn't have to again. This is going to be intense and wild and I just want him to get everything from it he needs. Thing is, it isn't gonna work unless he calms down.

So I don't waste any time getting him calm.

I move down his body and let Jamie take care of the gentling, let him use soft words and touches on his brother to get his head in the right place. My job, at the moment, is to relax his body. I lick at his balls and trace a finger down his cock. He's so hard it takes my breath away. I moan and shift, take him into my mouth and taste soap and him and just want to stay there for as long as I can.

His skin is hot and smooth and he tastes so good. He's heavy and thick in my mouth and I slide up and down his 118

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shaft, tease at the head of his cock with my tongue until he's thrusting into my mouth and I can taste the first drops of come leaking out. It's the taste that makes me wake up to the goal here, and I start to suck him, work him faster with my mouth and hand, feel his balls with the palm of my hand and then I can hear him breathe my name and he comes for me. I swallow him down and wait until he stops shuddering before I let him slip from my mouth and crawl up to kiss him.

"You ready?" I ask him.

He slides an arm around me and holds me for a moment then nods and gives me that fucking shy smile again. The one that makes me feel like I'd do anything for him. "Yeah.

Thanks." He kisses me and then I roll away, looking for Jamie.

He's right there, like he always is, and I kiss him deep and hard. Then he's pressing me back into the bed and whispering, "We'll take care of our boy. You and me."

I nod and he's gone, down to the foot of the bed. He stands there for a moment, smiling at me and Paul. I wrap my arms around Paul and kiss him gently.

"Gonna make it so good for you, baby."

Jamie gets the lube from the nightstand and Paul shifts around so I can hold him, kiss him. Then he spreads his legs and Jamie is stroking the insides of his thighs, teasing and massaging him. I can feel him relax into my arms.

Jamie leans up and kisses us both, then he moves down, kisses Paul's belly as he slides two slick fingers into his brother. Paul moans softly, then sighs. "Feels nice, Jamie."

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Jamie grins at him and twists his hand slightly and Paul's head drops back on my shoulder. "Oh yeah, there."

I run my hands over Paul's chest and belly, avoid touching his rings. We don't want him bucking and trying to get off yet.

"So hot, baby. You're so sexy."

Paul turns his head and kisses me, our tongues playing and sliding and then he gasps again and I feel his hips thrust a bit. Three fingers. We stay like that for a bit, Jamie moving in Paul's ass and me kissing him, letting my hands be gentle on his skin. Then Paul whimpers and I look. Jamie's out of him, getting his hand real slick with lube.

"Gonna do this now, Paul," I whisper in his ear.

He turns his head to look at me, his eyes dark and round and full of something strong and needy. "Please. Please, Gent."

I hold him tight and nod at Jamie. Jamie takes a breath and shows me his hand, thumb folded in, then he starts to push into Paul.

Paul's watching. He's laying in my arms, watching as his twin slides his whole fucking hand into his ass. He's hard and twitchy again, so I whisper in his ear, kiss his face. I stroke his skin and try to get him to relax as much as I can, but he's just so fucking turned on I don't know if this is gonna work.

Then Jamie slows down, stops, right at the widest part of his hand.

Paul's leaning on me now, eyes wide and unfocused, staring at the ceiling. "You okay?" I ask.

He nods and whispers, "Please..."

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I glance at Jamie. He winks at me and puts his other hand on Paul's belly and I can see he's set to ease in deeper. Then Paul shudders in my arms and Jamie's hand just fucking slides in.

Jamie's eyes get huge. "Oh holy fuck, Paul. Holy fucking shit."

Paul is still. Perfectly, utterly still. Then he breathes and a sound escapes his chest and I want to fucking hear it again.

Jamie looks totally floored, like he didn't really expect this to work. Then he gets a look in his eye and I kiss Paul gently.

"Paul? We're gonna keep going, okay? Gonna make you come."

Paul whimpers and I can see the muscles in Jamie's forearm work. He's making a fist, bringing his fingers in.

Paul's shuddering and he looks at me with those wide eyes.

"So full, Gent. Oh God, so full."

I nod and kiss him again, then watch Jamie. He's hard, real hard, and dripping. He's got the hand on Paul's belly working in a small, gentle circle, and he's got the other hand completely in his twin's ass and I think I have never seen any thing as beautiful as my boys.

Then Paul fucking starts to move. His hips shift a bit and he's Goddamn fucking himself on Jamie's hand. He's moaning and his eyes are wild and he's fucking moving.

Jamie gasps and stands real still, watching, not moving.

Paul's doing it all. And then Jamie fucking comes. He's standing perfectly still, looking at Paul, and his cock just throbs, spunk shooting in ribbons onto Paul's leg. "Oh, fuck, 121

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Paul." Jamie's voice is full of wonder and his eyes are wide and staring. Then he starts to shake.

I ease Paul off my arm and scoot over to Jamie, hold onto him so he doesn't hurt Paul. He can hardly stand up.

"Fuck." I can't think of anything useful to say, so that's it.

Paul, at least, has stopped moving.

"Oh God," Jamie whispers. "Gent, you gotta. Oh fuck. You gotta do this for him. For you." He's loose in my arms and I just look at him.

Paul makes a noise and we look at him, spread out on our bed, hard as a fucking rock with Jamie's hand still in him.

He's staring at me. "Gent. Please. Want you. Need you, too."

I am beyond any sense. This can't be a good thing for Paul. He can't be fucking serious. But he is. I can see it in his eyes, in the way his body is fucking screaming for it, in the way he's looking at us both.

I get the lube and help Jamie ease out. Paul practically cries at the loss and Jamie kisses me hard and falls on the bed to kiss his brother. I slick my hand, using too much lube, and skip the two-three-four finger shit. I mean, why bother at this point?

I make my hand as small as I can and press against his hole, real loose from Jamie's hand. I slide in, real slow and easy, to my knuckles, and stop to look at them. Jamie is holding him and Paul's back to staring at the ceiling. I can feel him pushing down on my hand.

"Paul. Baby, you gotta stop. Let me do this for you, don't hurt yourself."

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Paul shudders and I can hear Jamie whispering to him, soft words that seem to calm him enough that I can push, so fucking gently. And the same thing happens to me as Jamie.

Just when I get the widest part of my hand at his entrance he just fucking relaxes everything and I slide in. It's unbelievable. And so fucking hot and tight.

I can feel his heartbeat. I can feel everything. I put my other hand on his stomach and I can feel him between my hands. I have my baby in my hands. My boy. I look at him and he's staring at Jamie and I can see so much passing there, so many years of them together, a lifetime. And it's beautiful and I am part of it because I hold my boy in my hands.

I curl my fingers together into a fist and flex, trusting Jamie to hold Paul, and trusting Paul to let me know what he needs. I'm so fucking careful I think I may break before I can finish this. I need to make it so good for him.

He starts making these noises I've never heard, something primal and desperate and full of need. I flex again and I can feel his hips move, so I wait for him, find his rhythm and go with it, press gently into him and feel him take it.

I'm fucking him with my fist and Christ it's the most intense thing I've ever done. It's beyond fucking, beyond making love, beyond anything. This is binding.

I touch his cock and he arches his back; I move my entire arm with him, keep the angle right. Then he's coming hard, shooting and shooting and fuck, I don't think he's ever going to stop. His entire body is spasming and grasping at me and 123

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he's still coming, his ass is holding me and I can feel his heartbeat.

I watch him. I watch Jamie. I can't do anything but stare.

Finally, the last shudder fades and he's limp and spent and I try to ease out of his body but he holds me there, keeps me in him. I look up at him and he's staring at me.

"Can I tell him, Jamie? Can I tell him now?"

Jamie nods and I don't have a clue what the fuck is going on. I just want to lie with my boys and let someone help me get off, feel their heat around me, taste them, be with them.

Jamie and Paul are looking at me, and I'm just staring back, still trying to ease my hand out of Paul without hurting him.

"We love you so much."

I moan and stare and oh fuck, I think I'm going to fall over and I don't want to hurt him, God don't let me hurt him and Jamie is just there and he's holding me up and he's helping me slide my hand out and he's saying it over and over and over.

I'm on the floor. The fucking floor. In Jamie's arms and I can hear myself saying it too.

"I love you."

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Chapter Fourteen

It's Paul's turn to do the dishes so we all change our clothes after supper. Our boy likes to play, and apparently soapsuds are just irresistible. Jamie and I stopped hiding in the living room on his dish nights the first time he delivered the bubbles to us.

It takes a long time for couch cushions to dry.

So now we play cards at the table, the three of us dressed only in sweatpants, and wait for the water fight. 'Cause there is
always
a water fight.

Jamie's dealing the cards and I'm kind of grinning at the look on Paul's face. Jamie made lasagna for supper and I swear he used every dish we own. Except for the ones that have homemade oatmeal stuck on them from breakfast this morning. Yeah, it was a good day for food here. Kinda sucks for dish duty though. Paul's not too happy.

Matter of fact, I think Paul's pretty pissed. He's done a sink load of pots and pans, cleaned the sink and refilled it, done the plates and glasses, drained and cleaned it again. Now he's doing the cutlery, and Jamie and I are still dry. Completely soap free. We even made it all the way through three hands of Rummy.

Paul's not saying much, just doing the dishes. I glance at Jamie and he kind of shrugs, so I get up and go over to Paul, stand behind him and put an arm around his waist, just hold onto him.

I kiss his neck and ask him what's wrong.

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"Nothin'. Almost done here." He leans back into me, but his voice is ... well, my boy sounds tired and put out and like he needs cheering up.

I reach out and grab the hand cream off the kitchen counter. They smiled and just shook their heads when I started leaving hand cream at all the sinks in the house, but I hate having dry skin on my hands. Ever have to wear latex gloves most of the day? Not fun if you start out with dishpan hands.

I pour lotion into the palm of my hand and start spreading it over Paul's back, just rub his shoulder blades a bit. He's pushing back into my hands, his head dropped down, so I guess it feels okay. I do that for a couple of minutes, not long, then I just slide my slippery right hand into his sweatpants and cup his balls. Paul doesn't say anything, just leans back into me and spreads his legs a little.