by Maris Black
“It’s only an illusion, baby. I can’t tell you how it got there, but I’m begging you to trust that it is not because I was with someone else. It’s just something I don’t want you to worry about. I’ll take care of everything.”
“Okay, so maybe I trust you not to cheat on me, but I don’t trust you not to treat me like a helpless child. Why can’t you just be honest with me about what it is? I can take it.”
He sighed. “I know you can take it, but I don’t want you to. It’s my job. Let me do it.”
“All right, Gavin. I trust you. I may not agree with you holding out on me or insisting that you take care of every little thing for me, but I do trust that you love me. I know you would never do anything to hurt me, and cheating… Well, that would devastate me. Now that we’re together, I think I would die if I found out you were with anyone else. You’re my world.”
“And you are mine. I’ve never been with anyone else, Bain. Not even for a kiss. There’s no reason for me to look elsewhere, because I have everything I need right here in front of me. You’re all I ever wanted.”
He reached around and untied my wrists. Relief and disappointment mingled within me as I felt his fingertips working and the scarf dropped to the floor at my feet.
Something bumped out in the hallway, loud and nondescript, but neither of us flinched. We moved alone in the same air, separated from everything else beyond our bedroom door. Nothing else mattered.
“Step out of your pants,” he said, and I moved instantly to do it.
I stood completely naked before him, and his lusty dark eyes were on me. I glanced down at his jeans, still fully cinched and covering what was to me the ultimate prize. “What about your pants?”
“Be patient, little brother.” He gave me one of those almost-smiles that made my stomach turn over like a stalling engine. “When my pants come off, it’s all over. I want to do a little playing first. Now go get on the bed.”
Playing.
Suddenly, it was like we were little boys again, gearing up for one of our midnight tickle wars. I ran and sailed onto the bed with a loud thump, giggling quietly as I rolled onto my back and stretch out spread eagle for Gavin. Without being prompted, I grabbed onto my cock and started stroking it slowly, watching him through heavy lids as he approached the bed. He was the sexiest man alive— bare chested and wearing nothing but jeans. The look on his face said he was about to own me in ways I’d never dared to imagine.
“Is the tickle pig coming to get me?”
Gavin smirked. “Not unless the tickle pig has an eight-inch cock with a boner that won’t wait.”
“Ewww, that is just wrong. I could have lived my entire life without that image in my head.” I glanced down at the bulge in his jeans. “Besides, I think the tickle pig may be exaggerating his cock size a wee bit. Say about a half inch?”
“The tickle pig doesn’t exaggerate, Bain. Trust me. His cock is at least eight inches.”
“At least?” I laughed. “Hell, no it’s not. From what I could tell, you’re the same size as me, and I’m seven and a half.”
Gavin gave me a look of mock pity. “Sorry to disappoint you, brother, but I’m bigger than you. Then again, maybe it’s not such a disappointment. You seemed to like my size pretty well when I was inside you.”
“For all of two seconds.” I laughed again.
He shrugged. “Two seconds was all you could handle of my monster cock. For your first time. I’ll work you up to it, though. Don’t worry.”
“You are such an arrogant bastard. I’m telling you, we are both seven and a half.” I jumped up and grabbed the ruler out of my desk drawer and returned to the bed. “Measure me. But you have to wait until I’m fully hard, and this conversation isn’t doing it for me.”
Gavin pushed me down and snatched the ruler from me, tossing it onto the bed beside me. “I’ll just measure with my mouth, sweet pea.”
He took me roughly in his mouth and started sucking, using his hand to work the foreskin like the pro he was until he had me sliding rhythmically in and out of his mouth like a hydraulic piston. Fuck, but he was getting good at that.
I got lost for a while, trying to stave off the inevitable. I could have blown at any second, but I didn’t want to. What he was doing to me felt too damn good. My mind kept wandering to thoughts of him fucking me again, but every time my fantasies got to the part where he pushed his cock inside of me, I had to shut it down to keep from coming.
“I want you to fuck me, Gavin. Please.” I was so overcome with desire I could barely speak.
He pulled off of me and smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.”
While he stood up and peeled his jeans down his legs, I grabbed the ruler and measured myself. “Hmmm… that can’t be right.”
“What can’t?” he asked, dropping his jeans onto the floor.
“This says seven inches.”
“Get rid of that stupid thing.” He batted the ruler away and manhandled me, turning me over onto my stomach with my legs hanging off the bed. I watched over my shoulder as he retrieved the lube from the nightstand and slicked himself up. Then he spread my ass cheeks and bent over me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, slightly alarmed.
“Shhh…. Just something I’ve been dying to do.”
I jumped as his stubble scrubbed against the tender flesh of my cheeks, and then the tip of his tongue whispered against my hole. Every muscle in my body melted at the sensation.
“Oh, God. Gavin, that is so… fucking… dirty.”
He pressed the tip of his tongue harder against my hole, and the opening gave just a little. I groaned, and the sound seemed to go on forever as he pressed in even harder. Then he was moving his lips and his tongue in tandem, driving me wild until I was writhing and pushing back against his mouth, making the neediest sounds imaginable.
“Come on, Gavin,” I choked out. “You’re making me crazy. Please. You gotta fuck me now.”
He gave my ass one last lick and stood up, smacking his lips. “Mmmm… Sorry, baby. You just taste so good.”
Then, without warning, he bent his knees and pushed against my hole with the head of his dick. The burn as he breached the ring of muscle made my entire body tense, but I loved it. The pain satisfied a primal need I didn’t even know I had, and I pushed back on him, welcoming it. Needing more. Needing him to fill me so full I couldn’t think about anything but him.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as he slid all the way in to the hilt. “You are so tight, Bain. Gotta take it slow.”
I smiled at him over my shoulder. “I don’t want to take it slow.” Using my toes as leverage on the floor, I wiggled my ass up and down, trying to make him as crazy as he made me. Trying to make him lose control. “Come on, Gavin. Fuck me hard. You feel so good inside me.”
That’s all it took. Gavin rested his hands on either side of me and started sliding in and out of me, slowly at first, but then increasing the pace until he was pounding my ass so hard I was grunting at the end of every thrust.
He put his knee up on the bed beside me, and I angled my ass up to give him better access, breathing hot words of desire like I was speaking in tongues. With my body separated from the bed, I was able to reach down and work my own cock, jerking it in time with Gavin’s thrusts. He was relentless, grunting and panting and pounding into me until gravity ceased to exist, and the only thing holding me to the earth was Gavin, and the cock I now craved with every breath I took.
When I felt him tense up and start to spurt hot cum inside of me, I gave in to my own release. My vision went black as I jetted thick ropes onto the bed, unconcerned that I was making a mess of the sheets. We were in our element, and we came and came for each other until we had nothing left. Then Gavin collapsed onto my back, and we lay there spasming in and around each other until we finally found the energy to move.
“Love you, baby,” Gavin said as he crawled up the bed and fell heavily onto the pillow.
“Love you, too,” I bre
athed, collapsing onto my own pillow and passing out before I could have another coherent thought.
CHAPTER 19
(BAIN)
SOME TIME later, I was startled out of sleep by a knock at our door.
“Gavin, wake up,” I whispered. “Somebody’s at the door.”
“Huh?” He popped his head up, his eyes wild. “What is it?”
“Somebody’s at the damn door.” I surveyed the room, noting with alarm the discarded clothing. Mine was near the bathroom door, and Gavin’s was beside my bed. Did that look suspicious? “Fuck, we’re naked.” I whispered. “Get some damn clothes on quick.”
Gavin rolled out of bed, his hair even rougher looking than usual. “Just a minute,” he called. Then to me, he whispered, “Get your ass up and get dressed before someone thinks we’re fucking.”
That made me start giggling so hard I could barely pull my clothes on. But when Gavin skipped the boxers and just pulled his jeans on, the laughter died in my throat. Something about him and no underwear just really rang my bell. In fact, I got so lost watching him button his fly that I almost forgot someone was at the door. That is until they knocked again.
Gavin tossed Powder into the bathroom, then stalked over to me and grabbed me by the shoulders. “Get in the bed and act like you’re asleep. I’ll handle this.” He took the time to kiss me, shoving his tongue into my mouth and giving me the quickest mouth mauling ever. Then he pushed me onto the bed and threw the covers over me.
With my back to the room, I heard Gavin open the door and say in a groggy voice, “Why are you banging on my fucking door?”
“Leo wants everyone up in his room in an hour.” Drake’s voice.
“And I should wake my brother up just because Leo feels like having company?”
“No,” Drake said. “Not because he wants company. Because he wants to work on the movie. He said he wants to give everybody a copy of the intro and some footage and see what ideas we come up with. He says we all have to do our part.”
“Fine,” Gavin said. “We’ll be there.”
I heard the door close and ventured a peek over my shoulder. “Is he gone?”
“Yeah, he’s gone. You can quit playing possum.” Gavin went into the closet and rummaged around for fresh clothes, bitching all the while. “Leo says, Leo says. What the hell do I care what Leo says? How does he hold such sway over the others? You’d think he was some sort of hypnotist the way they all walk around drooling after him like a bunch of mindless zombies.”
“He’s charismatic,” I said, pulling on my discarded clothes. “The others need a leader, and he’s more than willing to tell them what to do. You have the same kind of charisma, Gavin. You could easily be the leader after he graduates this year.”
“I don’t want to be the leader. I want a two-man team. You and me, like we always planned. We just got roped into this shit on day one, and I’ve regretted it ever since.”
“Yeah, I’d rather it just be you and me, too.” I settled back onto my bed and watched Gavin dress, thinking I could probably qualify as a mindless zombie the way I was drooling over him.
“Wonder if there’s any way to extract ourselves without being blackballed. I don’t want to have to sit at the loser’s table in the cafeteria. And you can bet the way Leo has everyone including the faculty wrapped around his little finger, we wouldn’t have a chance of getting any recognition for our work.”
“Guess we’re going to have to stick with them, then. At least for this year. If we establish ourselves, we should be able to break off on our own next year with no problem”
Gavin grabbed his laptop and sat down on his rarely-used bed to check his social media. “When is the last time you called Serena?”
“Oh, crap. It’s been days.”
Gavin looked up from his laptop and frowned. “She’ll be worried sick. We need to check in. Why don’t you call her and put it on speaker?”
I picked up my phone and did as he asked, calling the only person I’d ever felt was anything close to a real parent. We entertained Serena with our drama for forty minutes.
“Don’t let anyone put out your light, boys,” was her advice. “You two are special, and you’re destined to be big stars someday. Those other kids are followers, and that Leo bully is too wrapped up in himself to offer anything to the world. Stay true to yourselves and follow your destiny.”
Gavin snorted and did a poor imitation of Serena’s accent. “Follow your destiny.”
“Hey, watch it.” She laughed. “I know what I’m talking about. I’ve watched the two of you grow from boys into men, and I see what other people don’t see. I love you.”
“We love you, too, Serena,” we said in unison, like we always did.
“Well,” Gavin said after I’d clicked to end the call. “Are you ready to go let our light shine?”
“Follow our destiny all the way up to Leo’s room?” I stood up. “Might as well.”
“SORRY WE’RE late,” I said, though we weren’t actually late. We were just the last to arrive. Neva and Raven shared a beanbag in the corner, and Skyy lounged back on the bed between Hadrian and Drake.
Leo was hunched over his laptop at his desk. “Better late than never,” he remarked without looking up.
There was a recliner tucked into one corner, and I bounced into it with a grin. “Oh my gosh, I want a recliner in our room. Will the school give us one?”
“That was my father’s,” Leo said. “I’m afraid the school doesn’t issue recliners. Maybe check the Goodwill.”
Gavin sat on the floor in front of me, and I spread my legs so that he could lean back against the chair. I wanted to hook my legs over his shoulders, but I knew that would garner some strange looks from our fellow Coven members, so I kept my legs tucked in behind Gavin’s arms, trying to ignore the warm feeling where our bodies touched.
In private, we were intimate all the time now. Cuddling, fucking, sucking… Anything we could do to get closer. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hide that in public. Too many times, I had almost succumbed to the urge to touch him inappropriately.
I turned my thoughts from Gavin and busied myself with checking out my surroundings. Leo’s room was nicer than any of the others I had seen, and larger even considering the floor space lost to the slanted roofline. It was charming, but then I’d always loved the look of an attic room.
“See, Gavin? I told you this was like Victor’s old room.”
Gavin nudged my leg hard with his elbow. “Jesus, would you shut up about Victor? Nobody cares anything about some creepy male nanny, least of all me.”
Skyy started laughing and leaned up on her elbow. “You guys had a male nanny? I’ve never known anyone who had a nanny, much less a male one. Why was he creepy?”
“Probably a pedophile,” Hadrian said. “They get into jobs like that so they can be around kids without raising suspicion.”
Drake laughed. “Better than hanging out down at the playground beating their meat behind a newspaper. Hello, little girl. Want some candy? I have some in my van.”
Raven grimaced. “Sounds like you know about that first hand, Drake. That’s a little too much detail.”
Neva slapped her on the arm and squealed. “Don’t be mean. Drake’s not a creep.”
“I got your creep right here, Raven,” Drake said, grabbing onto his package. But despite his cocky words, he looked uncomfortable. Not in a way that suggested they were right, but rather that he was embarrassed that he’d ever opened his mouth. I was willing to bet that was a normal occurrence for him. The guy had absolutely no brain-to-mouth filter.
“Victor wasn’t a pedophile,” I said, feeling like I was defending myself and Gavin rather than Victor. “But he was a very strange person. He used to play old 45’s on this little record player his dad had given him as a child, and his favorite was She’s a Rainbow by the Rolling Stones. I’ll never forget it. We must have heard that song a million times, right Gav?”
“Jesus Chri
st, Bain. What is it with you lately? It was annoying enough having to live with the guy without you bringing him up all the time. What’s next? Calling him up and inviting him to tea?” Gavin stood up and stalked across the room, stopping to stare out the window ornate leaded window that overlooked the front lawn. I had a perfect view of his profile against the glass, and I couldn’t help admiring. Even his tight-lipped irritation at me couldn’t diminish his beauty. I slipped my cell phone out of my pocket and quickly snapped a shot of him.
As I returned my phone to my pocket, I looked up to find Skyy staring at me with little smile on her face. She didn’t say anything, but her curious expression made me uncomfortable enough to look away. Fortunately, the others were in the mood to talk, and I fell easily into bantering with them. Gavin sulked silently at the window, and Leo kept piddling with his video software.
After about fifteen minutes, Gavin finally wandered back over and took his place between my legs. I hadn’t wanted to touch him in any intimate way, but now that I’d upset him, I didn’t care what the others thought. The most important thing was making my brother feel better, so I started massaging his head.
He stiffened at first and turned his head to look at me with a confused expression, as if to silently ask what the fuck I thought I was doing.
I smiled. “Relax, Gav. You’re way too uptight today.”
He turned back to face the others, and his head began to roll on his shoulders as his muscles loosened up. I figured it was being in Leo’s room that had him so tense, and it made me feel proud to know that I had the power to help him relax.
“Alright, guys,” Leo said, clapping his hands together and facing us. “Just another minute or so to render this thing, and then the unveiling. I had it almost done, but then I got an idea and had to add something at the last minute.”
“What is it?” Neva asked.
“You’ll see.” Leo spun back around in his task chair when his computer dinged, and he opened a video file. “Gather around, everybody. Now that we’re away from the prying eyes and ears in the film lab, I want some real feedback from all of you.”
