Baked

by Sean Michael

"My boys," murmured Bake. "My sweet and spicy boys."

  "Like chicken," he said.

  "Only less crispy."

  "And with less pineapple."

  Devvy cracked up. "And no cherries."

  Bake started to laugh. "You're nuts. The pair of you."

  He shook his head. "No nuts in sweet and sour..."

  Devin snorted. "He said sweet and spicy!"

  "I did. My sweet and spicy twins. You might have to invent a dish."

  "Oh, that would be fun, Dare! You could make something just ours!"

  Dare chuckled. "I could. Something with shrimp and beef, maybe."

  "Neither of you are shrimps." Bake grabbed both their cocks, pumped a couple times.

  "Wh...what are the big shrimps called, Dare?"

  He grinned. "Prawns."

  Bake laughed and gave him a squeeze. "Long as we cook the food and not these."

  He moaned a little, so sensitive, and his hips rolled.

  "Feels good, huh?"

  "Uh-huh." Good. Big. Heady. Pick one.

  Bake moved to sit up at the head of the bed, dragging him and Devvy up to either side. He looked at Bake, and he could see that Devvy was doing the same thing.

  Bake smiled at them both. "Happy, boys?"

  He turned a little and snuggled in and Dev scooted down to rest one cheek on Bake's pec. "Uh-huh."

  "Good. I am, too."

  He reached over, flicked one little nipple that was already starting to bruise. "Excellent."

  Chapter Thirteen

  Bean snorted and passed Clay's phone back to him. "God, you'd think he was my mother." He couldn't believe Bake calling him on the carpet like that.

  "He just worries, huh?" Clay didn't look too worried.

  "Yeah, yeah. But it's not like he's not back home screwing your brothers into oblivion."

  "Ew. Dude. Dude!" Clay waved his hands in a panicky motion.

  Bean started laughing.

  "Don't you laugh at me!" Clay chuckled, though, and tackled him, pushed him down onto the sofa and started tickling his ribs.

  He rocked and bucked, trying to get some tickling in of his own. God, this was better than being annoyed at his twin any day,

  He'd been flying through the last few days -- good food, good company, and enough sex to make him sore and happy. Clay was like a solid little dream. He stopped tickling and started touching, arching into Clay's fingers.

  "Mmm. Better." Clay lowered himself down and took a kiss, tongue pushing between his lips.

  Bean opened up for the man, inviting Clay in deeper. Fuck, this man was something else, something special.

  The kiss didn't deepen, but Clay didn't move away, either. "So, you gotta go back home, huh?"

  He slid his hands along Clay's back. "Nope. He doesn't own me. And he's definitely not my mother."

  "Oh, good. We have movies to watch." One hand mapped his back.

  "I like watching movies with you." He liked doing everything with Clay.

  "Yeah, we do damn good together." Clay leaned in and this kiss was gentler. "Cute little fuck."

  "I'm not little!" He was fucking tall. Okay, not as tall as Clay, but still. "And bugs are cute."

  "Bugs are... buggy. Puppies are cute."

  Puppies. Chuckling, he licked Clay from jaw to cheek.

  Clay snorted, goosed him playfully. "You like the beach, man?"

  "Shit, yeah. I surf a little. You?"

  "I want to learn to. I got a couple days coming to me. There's a little beach house about three hours up the coast."

  He stilled, a happy feeling beginning to build in his belly. "You asking me to go on vacation with you?"

  "Yeah. We'd have fun, you and me, huh?"

  "In the water, on the sand. In the beach house." He grinned and gave Clay a quick kiss. "I'm in. When are we going?" The joy of working for themselves was that he could take time off whenever he wanted. About time he started to take advantage of that.

  "You want to head out day after tomorrow? We could go 'til Sunday night."

  "Yeah, yeah, I do." He grinned, wrapping his arms around Clay's neck. "It'll be awesome."

  "It's a decent place -- real simple, but there's a grill, a fridge, a bed."

  "That sounds perfect to me, Clay. Just perfect." He could get fucking used to this. He so could.

  "Cool. We could get a couple of steaks, some burger meat, some chips. Just do it simple."

  "Yeah, yeah. Sounds good." He was already sold.

  "Cool. You got two boards or do I need to rent one?"

  "Bake's got one he never uses. You can borrow it."

  Clay grinned. "Excellent. So, Bruce Willis or Sam Jackson?"

  "Are we inviting one of them to join us?"

  His hip was playfully swatted. "For the movie, babe."

  God, he loved the way Clay grinned. No one had ever been so fucking easy.

  "Then I pick Sam Jackson." He shifted, getting more comfortable beneath Clay's body.

  "Mmm. The Negotiator it is." Clay grabbed the remote, hit the disc changer, then play.

  Bean wrapped a leg around Clay, happy to stay right as they were to watch the movie.

  "I might have to keep you, babe. You make a great body pillow."

  "Yeah? That's okay, because you make a great blanket."

  Clay's laugh made him grin. Dude. They were going on vacation. Together. He hadn't ever been on vacation with anyone before. Not since he and Bake had been little.

  Clay's hand slid over his side, the rhythm slow, easy, lazy. He watched the movie, pressing the occasional kiss on Clay's cheek, shoulder. Eventually, Clay dozed off, fingers curled in the small of his back. Bean thought maybe he could stay right here forever.

  He thought that maybe, maybe, Clay would let him.

  ***

  His phone rang while he was up on a roof and he grabbed it, sitting back on his heels while the sun beat down on him. "Yeah?"

  "Hey." He could hear the smile in Bean's voice.

  "Hey, babe. How's your day going?" He set his nail gun down, grabbed his water bottle.

  "Okay. I was planting bulbs at the Patterson's, out in the sun, and I got to thinking about you."

  "Yeah? I'm doing tile over on the west side. Bulbs, huh?" Bean was a glorious dork.

  "Uh-huh. We're putting in a huge garden -- they want flowers year 'round. I bet it's a nice day for roofing. You know what else it's a nice day for?"

  "Hmm? Hot dogs and baseball?"

  Bean laughed. "Yeah, that, too."

  He chuckled and wiped his face. "What time you getting off?"

  "I imagine that depends on you."

  "Hmm? I'll be done around four, at the latest."

  "So we'll be getting off around five then?" Bean sounded like he was trying not to laugh.

  His brain caught on about half a second before his cock did. "Jackass. I'll pick you up at four fifteen?"

  "Yeah, that sounds perfect."

  "Text me the address, babe, and I'll pick you up." It was scary really, how easy it was to fold Bean into his life.

  "Will do." Bean's voice dropped. "I'll be the one with the hard on."

  He chuckled, shifted on the shingles. "I'll be able to find you, then. I got radar."

  "Mmm. Bean hard on radar. I think I like the sound of that." He could hear the laughter in Bean's words.

  "Go dig in the dirt, babe. I got two squares left. Don't forget to send me where you are."

  "I'll do it as soon as I hang up, swear." Bean made kissy noises into the phone.

  "Butthead." He snorted and hung up. Little ass.

  Still, he was smiling, wasn't he? And looking forward to this evening a whole lot.

  Hell, he thought maybe he'd have the roofing done by three thirty, even.

  Chapter Fourteen

  "Hey, Bake, Clay's picking me up from the Petersons and feeding me. Don't know if I'll be home before morning. Oh, and I'm taking a few days off starting Friday. Going surfing with Clay. See ya, bro."

  Bak
e played the message yet again, his jaw clenching harder with each replay. He hadn't seen his twin for days other than briefly on the job or picking up clothes here at the house. "God damn it!"

  Devin looked over at him, eyes curious. "What's up?"

  "Bean is not only back at your brother's, again, he's off on fucking vacation with him this weekend."

  "Oh. Is that bad?"

  "Yeah, actually, it is. It's like ever since the two of them hooked up, Bean's forgotten he's got family." Bean was his twin, damn it.

  "Oh." Devvy nodded. "You want me to call Clay?"

  "I can call the fucker myself. I don't want to talk to him, though." He couldn't be nice.

  Devin's face turned frowning. "Why's Clay a fucker? Is he hurting your brother?"

  "He's monopolizing him."

  "Oh. I. Are you monopolizing me?"

  "Hey, he kicked the two of you out -- it's totally different."

  "Huh. Okay." Dev nodded, put his book aside. "I'm gonna walk down and meet Dare. He found someone to fix the car Clay gave him."

  "I can drive you."

  "If you want to. You don't have to."

  "Of course I want to. The two of you make me happy."

  Dev's eyes met him. "And what if Clay makes Bean happy?"

  His lips tightened, "I don't mind him making Bean happy, Dev."

  "I'm not trying to make you mad."

  "I'm not mad at you, sweet boy. I couldn't be."

  Dev came to him, pushed into his arms, face lifted for a kiss. "How can I help?"

  "You do just by being you." He held Dev close, giving the sweet boy the kiss he was begging for.

  Dev opened eagerly, tongue sliding against his, tempting him to let go of his bad mood. Groaning, he deepened the kiss, his hands finding Dev's ass. That pretty little ass pressed right into his hands, hips rocking nice and slow.

  "Thought you wanted to go see your brother?" He rocked, too, meeting Devvy's motions.

  "Uh-huh..." Dev kissed him again and again.

  Such a tempting, sweet, stunning boy. Groaning, he bent Dev back over his arms. Dev tasted like candy, the hot mouth addictive as he licked and sucked and tasted. It made him forget all about Bean for the moment, his focus all on Dev. Dev made that easy, cuddling in and rubbing against him, holding him close.

  "You make me feel good."

  "Good. I want to make you feel good."

  "You do. Make me happy." He gave Dev a wink and dragged their groins together. "Horny."

  "Better than pissed off, hmm?"

  He chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, a lot better."

  "Good." Dev wiggled, kissed him again.

  "I expect you to follow up on that, you know." Bake rubbed his ass, squeezed it.

  "Mmm. On what?" His jaw was licked, nibbled.

  "This promise." He ground their cocks together through their jeans.

  "I will. I'm not a tease, no matter what people say."

  His eyes narrowed. "Who says you're a tease?"

  Dev's cheeks heated. "Lots of people. It doesn't matter. Kiss me."

  "Of course it matters. I don't want people talking about you like that."

  "You're so good to us."

  "You're good back, huh?"

  Devin nodded, bit his bottom lip.

  He leaned in, then used his own teeth to tug the sweet flesh away from Dev's teeth. "What's wrong, sweet boy?"

  "I'm just being superstitious."

  He raised an eyebrow.

  "You're like... everything Dare and I want, and you like us. Both of us." The words were said like they made some kind of sense.

  "I do. I like you both a lot. Together, apart, you're just what I want. So what's the problem?"

  "Nothing. You're perfect for us."

  He beamed at Dev, took another kiss. Dev's arms wrapped around his neck, holding tight. He moved Dev, pushing the man up against the wall.

  "Oh. Please." Dev nodded, happy and eager against his belly.

  Laughing, he took Dev's mouth, grinding their bodies together. Every hour they spent together, Dev seemed more awake, more aware, more alive and present. He was encouraging every second of it. He rubbed and rubbed, dragging their cocks along each other. Dev pushed back, moaning into his parted lips.

  He pulled at Dev's pants, opening them and dragging them along Dev's hips. Hard and wet-tipped, his lover was eager for him, needy.

  "Nice." He wrapped his hand around Dev's prick, stroked it.

  "It... I need you."

  "You have me, sweet boy." He undid his own pants, pushed them down to let his prick out.

  When their cocks rubbed together, they both moaned, their hips jerking like they'd been shocked. He wrapped them together, hand working both pricks. Dev helped, driving against him, ass rubbing against the wall. He took the man's mouth again, devouring Dev with lips and teeth and tongue. Dev's nails dug into his shoulders, and they both gasped.

  "Fuck." He slammed Dev hard against the wall, hand working double time on their cocks.

  His sweet boy jerked and shuddered, a long cry sounding as heat sprayed over his cock.

  "Yes. Fuck." Electricity shot up his spine and he squeezed harder, his own cock shooting come.

  "Oh. Oh, wow. Yum." Dev blinked at him, a silly grin on the dear face.

  He chuckled and kissed Dev's smile. Happiness tasted good on the man.

  "Mmm. Feel better?"

  "How could I not? I still think your brother should stop holding Bean hostage, but I've got you and Dare to keep me from going over there and showing him exactly what I think."

  "What do you think?"

  "I think that Bean's not his twin."

  "But..." Dev shook his head. "I'm sorry, Bake. I don't understand."

  "How would you feel if I had Dare over, picked him up from work, brought him home for long enough to change his clothes. Dragged him off on vacation after just meeting him?" Dev was a twin, he should understand.

  "Well, Dare isn't drag-able, not really, and we've had separate lovers, just not very often."

  "Not like this, though, eh?" It seemed to be all-consuming, and he was pretty sure he didn't like it.

  "Not usually. Usually, Dare's like that about his work. Clay's a good guy, though, and if they're making a good thing together..."

  "I know, I know. I just..." He shrugged. It was like there was an itch or something beneath his skin that he couldn't scratch. "Hey, he ditched the two of you, didn't he?"

  "Well... we wrecked his truck, set his kitchen on fire, got him in trouble with our mom, and broke the water heater, all in the same week." Dev actually looked ashamed.

  "You did not!"

  "Yeah, we sorta did. I mean, I mainly did, but Dare helped."

  "That's pretty damn impressive."

  "Yeah. I can get... bored." Dev was like a kid with that ADHD thing, except tired.

  "I think I can keep you busy and not bored." He gave Dev a wink.

  "More than. I've been here a week and I feel so good."

  "That makes me very, very happy. I think Dare does too, yeah?"

  "I think so. He's smiling more."

  "Good. The man needs more chances to smile. To sleep, to play. He works too hard." Bake still thought the two of them needed a keeper, someone to make sure Dev kept feeling good and Dare didn't work himself to death. He still believed he was the man for the job.

  "He does. He does everything too much, and I never do anything enough."

  "You need to find a balance."

  Dev chuckled, pulled off his T-shirt, and started cleaning them up. "Well, we sort of do have one, huh?"

  "You need to be balanced between you, boy. Unless you meant me."

  "You can be the pivot point."

  "Then you need to not be tired all the time, and Dare needs to not work himself into a grave." He gave Dev a wink. "I'm a very bossy pivot point."