by Lynn Kelling
“You feel that, huh?” Brennan smirked. He was watching Evan even more closely than Alek, probably trying to detect if Evan was in pain, even if Evan was trying to disguise pain, which he wasn’t. With all of the signs that Evan was enjoying himself, Brennan was only encouraged.
“Yes, I feel it,” Evan moaned. Alek grabbed Evan’s legs and pushed on them, curling them up so his knees were in his armpits. Pulled so open and violated by two people at once, Evan couldn’t really even process it. His thoughts all burned away with the intense stretch and fullness in his ass. Rocking in and out of Evan, Alek kept going. Brennan pushed the finger deeper when Alek drove inward, pulling out when Alek did, too.
“Tell us if it hurts,” Brennan instructed.
Then he added another finger. It ached but in a dull way. Evan whimpered.
Brennan instantly began to pull his fingers out, so Evan grabbed Brennan’s wrist to keep him inside, murmuring, “S’okay.”
“You sure you’re okay?” Alek asked, concerned but amazed.
“Yeah,” Evan gasped.
“It’s just Bren. If you need us to stop, tell us.”
“Okay.”
Alek thrust in. Brennan’s two fingers slid deeper. Evan whimpered more sharply.
“Does it hurt?”
Alek thrust again. Evan pushed down to meet it, clenching up in small pulses.
“…It did for a second, but it’s okay now.”
“You sure?”
Evan nodded. After a few more pushes, Alek draped himself over Evan and moved in close to his ear to ask, “You wanna try this? Both of us at once? It’s up to you.”
Evan nodded again.
Alek pulled out. Brennan did too.
“Lie down,” Alek said to Brennan. Dark, greedy passion burned behind his eyes. “Evan’s gonna straddle you.”
The idea of what they were going to attempt was too intense for Evan to be able to look at either of them. After Brennan was on his back, Evan sat up and swung a leg over him, keeping his eyes trained on Brennan’s chest, which was rising and falling rapidly. Evan was half-hard again already but more than overwhelmed. He froze, uncertain of what to do. The prospect of being fucked by his brother in front of Alek was daunting enough to paralyze Evan until Alek took hold of Brennan’s cock and gave it a few tight squeezes up to the tip.
The move provoked a wanton moan from Brennan, drawing Evan’s gaze to Brennan’s face like a magnet, allowing him to witness one of the most sweetly anguished expressions Evan had ever seen.
Holding Brennan’s member in one hand and guiding Evan down onto it with the other, Alek fed the head of Brennan’s dick through Evan’s stretched, wet hole. They both moaned softly. Brennan’s eyes fluttered closed while his dick slid inch-by-inch into his brother as Alek pushed Evan down onto it.
Hands planted on Brennan’s chest, Evan tried to catch his breath. He leaned slightly forward when Alek pressed a hand at the center of Evan’s lower back, guiding him. Evan cried out when Brennan started to snap his hips, fucking Evan with quick, needy movements up into him. Alek held Evan still and hummed in appreciation, “Yeah, good, Bren. Harder. Give it to him. He wants it.”
“God,” Brennan whimpered, planting his feet wider, driving up frantically into Evan’s ass. Holding the cradle of Evan’s hips, Brennan caressed the shallow grooves just inside of his hipbones with his thumbs.
One of his hands began to slip between their bodies, pushing toward Evan’s dick, but Alek warned, “Don’t touch him. Not yet.”
Alek guided Evan forward even more, until he was almost chest-to-chest with Brennan. They started to kiss breathlessly, gasping against each other’s lips as Evan braced a hand on Brennan’s chest, feeling his heartbeat race. Brennan’s eyes were fixed on Evan’s face, searching it avidly, a small frown communicating his worry for Evan, so Evan just tried to kiss it away.
Alek lined up with Evan’s opening, above where Brennan was nestled deeply. Pulling Evan’s cheeks farther apart, Alek steadied his cock and very slowly but deliberately applied pressure. Then, gradually, Alek began entering him bit by bit. Evan cried out into Brennan’s mouth and tried to stay relaxed. It helped when Brennan caressed up Evan’s neck, his fingers dancing lightly over the skin.
“You okay?” Brennan asked fearfully.
Evan could only whimper and beg, “Don’t stop.”
All Evan felt was the burn of the stretch. There’s no way Alek will fit, he thought.
The harder Alek pressed at Evan’s already filled sphincter, the more sharply Evan shouted. But then, once the head of Alek’s dick was past Evan’s rim, the discomfort eased, shifting to an overwhelming, impossible sort of fullness. Once Alek actually breached him, the head of his cock passed further into Evan, easing the extreme pressure. Alek started to burrow deeper, stuffing Evan to bursting with two swollen cocks.
Evan realized he was still saying it aloud. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” he gasped softly, over and over, while Brennan’s lips skimmed over his. Caresses of Brennan’s fingers helped soothe away the trembling in Evan’s body.
“Breathe, Ev. Just breathe,” Brennan urged.
His heartbeat thumped under his skin. Breathing and bearing it were all he was capable of. He couldn’t speak but couldn’t shut up either, gasping nonsensically. Evan swallowed a sob and shuddered in Brennan’s arms, not daring to move a muscle as ache flared and faded.
Brennan let out a gut-deep, wrenching moan as Alek’s dick squeezed up besides his own. Dragging open-mouthed kisses over Evan’s jaw, Brennan stroked along Evan’s sides and lay still.
“Evan…. Oh, sweet Christ. Evan,” Brennan moaned. “Tell us what you need, okay? Is it too much?”
Alek’s breathing was roughened. He was sweating freely, just as they all were, and when his abdomen pressed momentarily against Evan’s back, he could feel the slick heat of him.
Only halfway inside, Alek began to rock in shallow movements, in and out. It felt too good. Way too good. Evan began to make small, plaintive, primal, wanton sounds of pure need. Brennan was shuddering, thrusting along with Alek, grasping Evan and letting out jagged cries that ripped from between gritted teeth. Alek, huge, hot and determined was against Evan’s back and his lithe, sexy brother was flush to Evan’s front, trapping him in the middle, filled too full with both of them. Sweat dripped down Evan’s temples, down his neck, over his chest and along his spine. He took shaky inhales as his body throbbed and his head spun.
Somehow, any and all hurt vanished for Evan when his lovers began to move. It shifted from torment to pure, exquisite pleasure. Bracing his hands on Brennan’s lean muscular frame, Evan just breathed. He gave into them, relaxing, letting them take as much as they wanted.
His lower lip quivered as he gasped for air. His cock was hard enough to hurt but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was how good it felt to be taken by both of them, to possess both of them so intimately, and inspire such desperate noises and cries of lust.
The thrusts increased in strength and depth. Alek drove deeper, deeper, and deeper until he was completely buried and Evan’s arms were shaking. He was panting, overwhelmed by the impossible, heady feeling of fullness in his ass.
The world fell away and all that existed were the three of them, together. Crying out, Alek climaxed first, unloading into Evan.
Brennan exclaimed brokenly, his fingers denting Evan’s skin, his hips snapping, bucking up into him as his orgasm hit next, each thrust made wetter, slicker by Alek’s come.
Distantly, there was a soft click, rattle and thump as the front door opened and shut, but only Evan heard it. Footsteps sounded in the hall, approaching.
There was the slightest possibility that Alek didn’t lock the door behind him, and someone unexpected, someone who should not see what was happening in that bedroom, was coming.
The universe couldn’t be that cruel, though, so Evan assumed it to be Luka.
It was.
Even if Evan wanted to move, hide, adjust or do
much of anything, he couldn’t, filled so obscenely with both Alek and Brennan. Sandwiched between their bodies, impaled on them both, with Alek panting against the side of Evan’s neck and Brennan clawing at Evan’s thighs, still whimpering, coming inside him, Evan briefly closed his eyes. The room tilted and he realized how lightheaded he was suddenly, that the pain in his ribs was back, throbbing low and constant, getting stronger by the moment.
“Jesus fuck,” Luka hissed from the doorway, walking to the bed. There was the briefest glare of accusation shot at Alek before Luka touched Evan, his fingers barely brushing Evan’s shoulder. Taking in the sight of Brennan beginning to recover from his climax, Luka seemed upset as he frowned down at him. Brennan, who appeared peaceful, blinked his eyes open, staring up at Luka. After a pause, Luka leaned down and tenderly kissed Brennan’s dark, kiss-bitten lips.
“We were careful,” he whispered in promise.
“I know,” Luka sighed. Not once was he able to look Evan in the eye.
Alek pulled out with effort. Evan made a startled, slightly pained cry, then growled through it as Alek slid completely free. Shifting his legs, adjusting the angle of his hips, Brennan slipped wet from Evan, too. He held tightly to his brother when Evan wavered, until Luka braced Evan for him, rolling him onto his back next to Brennan.
Breathless, Evan winced as he straightened his legs. He was drenched in sweat and still hard, hiding the acute pain in his ribs from everyone, even himself.
Alek crawled up Brennan’s body and shifted them both so he was lying underneath Brennan, draping Brennan, who was almost as delirious as Evan, over his chest. Alek cuddled Brennan, tenderly brushing honey-blond, sweat-damp hair from Brennan’s face and resting a hand in the dipping curve of Brennan’s lower back. This surreal sight was what broke the spell. Luka began to react more instinctively and in a less guarded way toward Evan.
Luka stood beside the bed, hovering. Alek, while holding Brennan so lovingly, said softly in encouragement, “Go ahead.”
Nodding once, Luka leaned over Evan, who reached up for him, begging with a glance. After a moment, Luka pulled off his shirt and slipped down his shorts. Lying down between Evan’s spread legs, Luka braced an arm beside Evan’s head and said quietly to him, “I’m so sorry for earlier.”
Evan shook his head and tilted his chin up, wrapping a leg behind Luka’s thighs. “It’s okay.”
“Want me to help you into the shower? You look really tired.” Evan shook his head again. Reaching down under Evan’s drawn-up leg, Luka lightly touched the slightly swollen tissue of his opening. He scanned Evan’s face, searching for any sign of pain, then carefully inserted two fingers, rubbed around and pulled them out, glancing down at them. Thankfully, there was no blood.
Alek and Brennan were watching him, Luka could feel it. Afraid there still might be more accusation behind his eyes than love, he focused only on Evan. Self-conscious with the rapt attention of the two people who loved Evan first, Luka held back.
Utterly lust-drunk, writhing under Luka, rocking slightly up against him, Evan hooked his hands over Luka’s shoulders and slung his other leg around him, too.
“Luka,” he pleaded.
But Luka didn’t want to use Evan like that, or prove his love with sex in front of the others. What he felt for Evan was too precious to allow it. Evan wasn’t backing down, though. He was determined.
“Let’s do this later,” Luka suggested in a whisper over Evan’s parted lips. “How’s your side?”
“Please,” Evan begged.
“Why?” Luka ached.
“I need you. I need you to be a part of this and not stay away this time. You always stay away.”
The soft sound of kissing made Luka turn. Brennan and Alek were tangled in a passionate embrace. Brennan led the kiss, licking into Alek’s mouth one minute, pulling back to tease the tip of his tongue over Alek’s top lip the next. He held Alek’s face in both of his hands as Alek palmed Brennan’s bare ass.
Something loosened in Luka’s chest. He could breathe. It was okay.
Evan’s eyebrows lifted in a sweetly beseeching expression. With trepidation, he searched Luka’s face. Smiling slightly, Luka caressed over Evan’s cheek. “I love you so damn much.”
The worry lines disappeared. Evan’s lips parted for Luka when he began to kiss him. Simultaneously, Luka angled his hips as he drew back, lined up and pushed, breaching Evan’s overtaxed body. Groaning into Luka’s mouth, Evan arched, pushing down against Luka as he was filled once more. Grabbing a fistful of Luka’s soft cascade of hair, Evan exhaled with a sigh as Luka’s lips slid down to his neck. Luka’s hand folded up around Evan’s straining erection, tugging it firmly in a steady rhythm. Groaning quietly against Evan’s neck, Luka shuddered and moved in easy, rolling thrusts, unhurriedly riding the clenched, wet heat of Evan hugged around him.
Fingered brushed against Luka’s cheek.
He spared one quick glance. It was Brennan—looking on with love shining warmly in his eyes and something else, too; something like gratitude.
Luka’s breath came out in a rush and he savored Brennan’s touch. Pumping Evan faster, Luka locked up his other arm, braced on the bed, keeping him from crushing Evan under him.
Moments later, Evan was keening, bucking into Luka’s hand. Some of his cries sounded familiar to Luka. They reminded him of when Evan was running and he strained his injured side, when the pain would flare. Evan was trying to bear it, to push past it. Luka could see it, and there was nothing he could do.
Luka locked eyes briefly with Alek, biting down on his lip and pumping his fist. Evan’s cry choked off and he came all over himself and Luka’s hand. Releasing Evan, burying his face in the crook of Evan’s neck, Luka thrust hard and fast, chasing release. Evan moaned low and long, his eyes fluttering closed. Luka climaxed with a swallowed whimper, rocking gently into Evan as the aftershocks faded gradually back.
Brennan was lightly caressing Luka’s neck and shoulder. Then someone else—Alek—was combing his fingers through Luka’s hair, over his scalp, making him shiver. Without even knowing why, Luka sobbed softly. A few tears chased down his cheeks, dampening Evan’s skin. Unable to pull his face away and meet their searching gazes, Luka waited, fighting through his swarming emotions.
“Luka,” Brennan sighed tenderly, sounding exactly like Evan, a perfect echo.
Luka looked up with red eyes and a bruised heart.
“We’ll be okay if we stick together. You don’t have to choose.”
The words wrung the last of the guilt, regret, and fear from him. He wanted Brennan to be right, but suspected it wouldn’t be nearly that easy.
Brennan’s head was pillowed on Alek’s chest. Alek’s hand was cupped around the nape of Brennan’s neck holding him, and Brennan’s arm was curled around Alek’s shoulder. They were so comfortable together, so connected—it was the only thing that allowed Luka to regain control.
Brennan smiled. It was beautiful.
“I love Alek, too.”
Luka looked at his brother. Alek curled forward and kissed the top of Brennan’s head, embracing him possessively. “He’s asleep,” Alek said, indicating Evan.
Surprised, Luka gazed down to see Evan’s softly opened mouth. He heard his light snore, felt the way all of his muscles had relaxed.
Brennan climbed off the bed. Alek followed. Luka rolled to his side, curling up around Evan.
“I’ll go,” Luka murmured without looking away from Evan. “Just… can I have a sec?”
“Luka, you can stay with him,” Alek said.
“No, you should. He’ll be expecting to see you when he wakes up.”
The backs of Alek’s fingers brushed down Luka’s tear-stained cheek. “I’ll bring you a couple of washcloths before we use the shower.”
“Thanks,” Luka said with pure gratitude.
Luka cleaned Evan with the damp cloths as well as he could, then wiped himself down. As the low, steady sound of water beating against the shower walls lu
lled him, Luka cuddled close to Evan’s relaxed form and felt sleep pulling at the edges of his consciousness. He still intended to get up and leave, but when he next opened his eyes, the sun was shining and Evan was smirking shyly up at him from inside the inescapable, miraculous, comforting cocoon of Luka’s strong arms.
“Mornin’ sleepyhead,” Evan smiled.
Chapter 16
Knowing Brennan
Brennan sat cross-legged in front of his meditation altar. The scent of burning sage lingered in the air. Birdsong filtered in through the thin windowpanes. On the surface, everything was incredibly peaceful. Every so often he heard the tap of Evan’s razor on the edge of the sink as he shaved off his morning scruff. He could even hear Luka snoring in the other bedroom. Alek was long gone, but had left behind a handful of wildflowers from the yard, picked just for Brennan, because Alek knew exactly how Brennan was feeling that morning, underneath his calm façade.
Staring at the fragile purple and gold blossoms laid on the altar top, Brennan had a nearly overpowering desire to touch them and hold them in his hand, to lift them to his nose to catch the fragrance of their light perfume more clearly. The sage clouded it out. He didn’t dare, though. It was better to leave them alone. They might be crushed, or wilt more quickly. They were dying even now, ripped from their roots. There was such little time left.
‘Don’t just sit in here, thinking about this shit. It’s not good for you.’
Brennan tilted his head. A warm breeze tickled his neck. If he concentrated hard enough, he could imagine it to be the silken texture of Alek’s dark hair as it whispered against Brennan’s skin hours earlier. But no, it was Alek’s voice instead—heavy and rich, invisible but full of everything that mattered: air, life, strength, vitality.
‘How do you know what’s good for me?’ Brennan had retorted. Alek’s eyes shone golden in the growing amber light of dawn.
‘I’m older,’ Alek said slowly, adding with the smallest grin, ‘and wiser.’
