by Sean Michael
"Yes, please." He touched Clay's chest, just rested his hand on it for a moment. "I do believe I'm going to be a big fan of having it with you."
"I sure hope so. Burger and chocolate shake?"
"And fries, please."
"You got it." Clay ordered for them, paid, and when he opened his mouth to complain, the man winked. "You buy breakfast."
Bean's smile was big enough he could feel the strain on his cheeks. "It's a deal."
"So, love your job? Hate it? Just do it?"
"I love it. I love that we're our own bosses, and I love that it's not just all manual labor. I create most of the garden designs. I could do without the accounting side, but Bake's a disaster at that kind of thing and I've got a knack for it."
Clay nodded. "I enjoy tilework. It's got a rhythm to it."
"Cool. You do any of that fancy-assed shit I see in some of the big houses?" Their bag of food was handed over, and they headed back out to the truck. Bean couldn't hide the fact that he was bouncing along eagerly.
"That and commercial are pretty much all I do."
"Cool. I bet we've got clients that overlap."
Clay opened the door for him, and he made sure to rub against the man as he climbed in as a thank you. Clay chuckled, patted his ass.
"I'm going to enjoy our evening, Bean."
He met Clay's eyes, smiled warmly. "Me, too."
So very much.
Chapter Two
Fucker.
Darius glared at the tall asshole that Clay had stuck them with. He wriggled, tried to grab Dev's fingers. He knew Dev; the silly butthead would be feeling guilty already. He wasn't, though. They hadn't meant to wreck the truck. He'd wanted to drive, and Devin had gotten there first.
The big guy turned from where he'd been watching Clay and the other one leave and then looked right at him, grinning. "You boys don't remember me, do you?"
Darius didn't look; he focused on Dev, on grabbing his twin's fingers.
"I've been trying to get on your radar since that show you did last year with that visiting Master Flogger." Bake laughed. "Sounds like masturbator, doesn't it?"
Devin chuckled, nodded, and Darius frowned. Don't be nice, Devvy!
"I know you're Devin and Darius, but I don't know which is which."
If you took the fucking gag out, you asshole, I'd tell you, he thought. The ball gag was stretching his lips, making them dry.
"I guess I'll find out later, hmm?" The man raised a hand and got the waiter's attention. "I'd like a steak, please."
His stomach snarled at the idea of steak. As soon as they got out of this, he was going to kill Clay. Dead.
The jerk looked over at them. "And fries enough for three, please."
"Yes, Master." The server smiled at him, nodded.
Then his attention turned back to him and Devvy. "You boys think you can behave if I take the gags out?"
They both nodded as one. At least one of them was lying.
The big asshole got up and moved to them. The man was a stud, there was no denying that. He was more stacked than Clay, his leather pants hugging every curve.
"If you get too mouthy, I'll put them back in."
His came out first, and he grunted, licked his lips.
"Dry?" Before he could answer, the man grabbed his beer, took a mouthful, and then brought their lips together.
Oh. Oh. It was electric, and he arched, his bound body jerking as their lips touched. A hand slid along his spine as the beer drizzled into his mouth. He stared into those eyes, drinking from the guy's lips.
When his mouth was empty, the man slid his tongue into Darius' mouth, exploring quickly but thoroughly. Darius moaned, only remembering he was mad after the guy pulled away.
The man stroked his cheek and then moved to Devvy. "You now." The gag was gently removed.
"Please..." He heard Dev's whimper.
"Don't worry, pretty. I won't leave you hanging." The guy took another mouthful of beer and pressed their lips together. Dev shivered, looking almost tiny next to this guy. A hand slid through Dev's hair, the touch clearly gentle, affectionate.
That let Darius relax. Dev was... delicate somehow.
The guy finished feeding Dev the mouthful and then stepped back, sat down again, smiling at both of them. "So. I'm Bake."
"Really?" He blinked. "Bake? As in an oven?"
Piercing green eyes shot over to him, pinned him where he was. "As in baked beans. Which one are you?"
"It won't matter. No one tells us apart. Not even Clay."
"I'm not no one. Or Clay. You are?"
He thought about lying, but he knew Devvy was too scared to play. "Darius."
"Making you Devin. Nice to meet you both. Now." Bake nodded at him. "Safeword?"
"Lobster."
Devvy leaned toward him and their fingers touched, twined together.
"And you, Devin? What's your safeword?"
Darius felt Dev's soft, hitching sigh. "Etch-a-Sketch."
"Oh, I like it." Bake chuckled. "I bet the two of you like playing games, hmm? Using each other's safewords, pretending to be each other?"
"No one can tell us apart."
"He's a twin, too, Dare. He knows."
"That's right. I know. I can already see the differences. You might not like it, Darius, but I see you. I do." Bake's eyes looked right into him.
He shook his head, his fingers holding Dev's tight. "I... You. Clay can't just give us away."
"No, he doesn't own you. He was pretty pissed, though. I think you'd be better off sticking with my company for awhile. Besides, I thought the two of you liked playing?"
"We do."
"My shoulders hurt, Dare." Dev sighed, stretched.
Bake shook his head. "Don't tell him, Devin. He can't help you -- he's in the same state as you."
Dev looked at Bake, then leaned into him with a frown, nudging him. He sighed, rolled his eyes. Drama queen.
Bake chuckled and leaned forward, taking Devin's chin, making his twin look at the man. "You need something, you talk to me."
"I." Dev's fingers gripped his.
"Don't you scare him." The growl was immediate and undeniable. His Dev. HIS.
"Shh. Shh. I know you, Darius. You're the older one, hmm?" Bake patted his cheek and then cupped Devvy's. "Talk to me, Devin."
"My shoulders hurt." Dev shook a little. "It's been a long day."
Bake frowned and stood, moving around to undo Dev's bindings. "How long have you been bound?"
"Clay came and got us from the police department at three thirty. He yelled and we yelled. So after all that."
Darius nodded. "Things were getting intense."
Bake got Dev undone and began massaging his shoulders, arms, and back. "Did the EMTs see you?"
Dev nodded. "Just some bruises tomorrow, they said..." Those fingers twined fully with his, holding on.
Bake grunted and began undoing him as well. "What did they say you should do?"
He looked at his twin, winked. "Beat our evil older brother with a hammer."
Devvy chuckled.
He got a swat on the ass. A hard swat.
"Hey!" Oh, fuck. That stung. So good.
Bake did it again. "You want to tell me what they really said?"
"N...no." No, he wanted more attention.
"Dare!"
Bake laughed and swatted his ass twice more. "You don't tell me, I'm going to pull down your jeans, put you over my knee, and give you the spanking of your life."
Dev cried out. "They said to take anti-inflammatories!"
"Jesus, Devvy! Don't be such a pussy!"
Dev glared at him. "I'm trying to save your ass, you prick."
"I don't think he wants his ass saved, sweet boy."
Bake sat on the chair and nodded at him. "Go ahead, Darius. Take down the jeans and over my lap."
Oh. Oh, fuck. Yeah... He scrambled up, worked his jeans open, and shoved them down, eager and horny and ready.
"Dare, this is a
bar!"
"Prude. I need this." He draped himself over Bake's lap, wiggled a little bit.
"Come sit by me, Devin." Bake didn't do anything until Dare felt Dev move to sit in the chair beside Bake. Then one big hand rubbed his ass. "Poor baby, hasn't had anyone give him what he needs in too long." Then the spanking began.
The burn started immediately, but it wasn't punishing or brutal. This was a steady, warming, perfect series of blows that were exactly what he needed.
"Give me a kiss, Devin." The blows never stopped.
"You're spanking Dare." God, that was hot, how nervous Devvy got.
"I can spank him and kiss you at the same time."
Darius leaned harder, his cock starting to fill. Oh. Oh, that hand was... Heavy. Hard. Hot. All good H words.
"Come on, sweet boy. Kiss me." The hits became just a little harder.
"Dev. Devvy, do it." Oh, fuck, that was good.
Dev did what he said. Mostly.
Bake's rhythm faltered slightly, the sound of him and Dev kissing somehow loud. Then the rhythm picked up again.
"Dev..." He reached out, stroked Devvy's side.
Bake stopped hitting his ass, rubbing it instead. "Had enough yet, boy?"
He nodded. He could take more, a lot more, but he was tired and he could feel Dev's tension.
"Cool. We'll have a chance to really test your ass and your mettle later. Right now I want to feed you both some fries and kisses."
Bake's big hands helped him stand, pulled up his jeans, careful enough that they didn't rake his ass. Darius settled next to Dev, hands moving on his twin's body immediately, touching and relaxing.
The waiter arrived with a big bowl of fries, as well as Bake's plate of steak. "Thanks." Bake gave the waiter a nod and then the man's sharp, green eyes turned back to them. "So. Hungry?"
"Are you hungry, love?" He leaned up, kissed Dev's ear, whispering, "Does he kiss good?"
Devvy moaned, nodded once.
"Sexy minxes. I bet you lead every top you've had on a merry chase." Bake chuckled and picked up a fry, offered it over to Dev.
Dev opened up and Darius licked the shell of his twin's ear. Bake's fingers lingered on Dev's lips, sliding in and out between them.
"I can smell you, Devvy..."
Dev shifted on the chair, cried out a little.
Bake gave him a grin. "You're the pushy one, aren't you?"
"How did you guess?"
Bake snorted. "It's not a guess."
"Sure, it is. You don't know us." Yet. Dare drew Dev into his lap, holding on tight.
"Oh, I think I have a few insights into who you are. Just that right there," Bake nodded at him and Dev, "tells me plenty."
Dev leaned into him, face against his neck, resting. "He's had a long day."
"He follows you well, hmm?" Bake chuckled. "I was thinking of taking you both into one of the back rooms, but maybe I should just take you home."
One French fry was offered to him and he opened eagerly. Bake's fingers lingered on his lips, both salty and lightly greasy from the fry. He leaned forward, sucked on Bake's fingertips. Take us home. Bake groaned, his green eyes going dark, and Dare swore he could smell the man.
"Here. Feed yourself and your brother while I finish up my steak. Don't linger."
He nodded, taking a long kiss from Dev before feeding his brother a French fry.
"You both look beat, so we'll wait for tomorrow for discussion of a few rules." Bake made the pronouncement and then began to devour his steak like the man was starving.
"Rules? Is this... is this going to be longer than tonight, Dare?"
"We'll have to see, Dev. If he likes us. If we like him."
"I like you both. I already know that. But we don't do anything non-consensual. I play safe. I play hard, but it's safe. Lobster and Etch-a-Sketch. I won't forget."
He looked over at Bake. "We're not the same, not in what we like. I won't let you hurt him." They needed to be clear.
"You're not paying attention, I've already proven I see you both, I can tell you apart, tell you're different. And I've already given you both something of what you need, even if that's different. So you aren't paying attention. But Dev is. Dev knows I see you both."
Dev smiled. "Dare's attention is split, hmm? Between you and me."
Bake chuckled and nodded. "It is."
Darius rumbled at Dev. "You're supposed to be on my side!"
Devvy blinked at him. "I am!"
Bake nodded. "He is. But, Darius, I'm not the enemy here. We're not adversaries -- if we're going to do this, we'll be partners, lovers. We'll be making love, not war."
He looked over at Bake, not sure how to take that. "All three of us, right?"
Devin nodded. "He's a twin. He knows."
"Me and Bean don't have anything sexual between us, but he is a part of me. I know, Darius. I know you're different, even if no one else sees it. And I know that, different as you are, you're still a set."
"Cool." He leaned forward, fed Devin another French fry. "I feel sorry for Bean. Clay's a dork."
Devin chuckled, nodded.
Bake leaned in. "So's Bean." He winked.
Dare laughed, reached forward, and stroked Bake's lips. "Then they'll go make dorky love."
"Dare! Ew!" They all three started laughing together, the sound weirdly harmonious.
Bake made short work of the steak, feeding them each a couple of pieces while he was at it, and then the man stood, holding out both hands. "Come on, boys. Let's go home."
Devin looked at him, and he nodded. Yeah.
Yeah, let's go.
Chapter Three
They pulled up to his house -- the bungalow was small, but his and in a good part of town, and Clay'd managed to fix all the damage his brothers had done while he was in service. Mostly.
"Nice," Bean murmured, but the long, skinny drink of water wasn't looking at the house.
"It's mine, private. Come on in." He liked the look of Bean, liked the hunger that was pouring off the man.
Bean followed him eagerly. "Private is good. Very good."
His walk was bordered by plants, the front door facing away from the street. "You live with Bake?"
"I do. We inherited our parent's place." Bean's attention was on him, not the house. "You live with your brothers?"
"Yep. I almost made them go when I got home and found out they'd wrecked my house. It's pricey, though." Little shits.
"Wow, they sound like a handful." Bean touched his arm. "You need a break from them."
"They just... feed off each other." He grinned at Bean, winked. "Like leeches." He got the door open and got them moving inside.
"Eww." Bean laughed, face bright.
Clay led Bean in. It wasn't much, but it was clean and it was his and he liked it here.
Bean looked around. "Oh, it suits you -- neat, tidy, sparse, but there's character here."
"Thanks." He eased Bean down onto the couch, knowing how comfortable and cushy the worn leather was.
Bean groaned. "Oh, damn. I might just be in love."
"I hear that." He sat beside Bean, sighed happily. "Welcome home."
Bean chuckled and leaned against him. "You mean to your home, hmm?"
"Mmmhmm." He handed over one of the milkshakes, and draped his arm over Bean.
Bean snuggled right in, taking a long drink of his shake, his throat working. Clay reached out, fingers touching the man's Adam's apple as it moved. Hot. Bean whimpered softly, head tilting back farther.
"Jesus, someone hasn't been giving you what you need, honey." He could eat this man up. He leaned forward, let his lips touch the curve of Bean's ear. "How long's it been?"
Bean groaned for him. "Over a year."
"Won't be after tonight." That was a promise. He drew Bean up, onto his lap, fingers working the tight jeans open.
"Fuck, yes." Bean jerked and pushed against him, mouth opening, pressing against his lips.
