Baked

by Sean Michael

  He did love Dev's laugh -- full and hearty and almost boisterous.

  "Come on, you. Let's go find Dare and see what all this new car of yours needs."

  "Knowing Clay, not a whole lot." Dev actually looked a little ashamed. "He's a little grumpy, but he's a kick-ass big brother."

  "He's also twin brother stealing." He felt a little better about things now, though.

  "Nah, he's just falling in love, maybe."

  "What? With my Bean? You think so?"

  "Why not?" Dev got a dreamy, happy look on his face. "Wouldn't that be neat?"

  He smiled -- how could he not, looking at Dev? "You think so, huh?"

  "Sure! Clay needs somebody to love on. He had to not -- the whole time he was in the service, overseas." Dev sighed, shook his head. "He doesn't talk about that whole time, not much."

  "Not surprising, I guess. He's okay, though, right?"

  "Yeah. Yeah, he has nightmares sometimes, but not a lot."

  Bake frowned. He wanted Bean to be safe.

  Dev goosed him. "By sometimes, I mean three times in the six months, man. Dare has way worse than that."

  "Dare has nightmares?" He led Dev out to his car.

  "God, yes. Like whoa."

  "How often? What kind?"

  "Why? They're nightmares." Dev slid in, let him close the door.

  He went around and got into the driver's seat. "Maybe we can help him stop having them."

  "That would be cool." Dev stretched. "I need to tell them I'm ready to come back to work full time, I think."

  "Yeah? That's great." And would take the pressure off Dare, let the poor, overworked man rest.

  "Yeah. I feel better than I have in eons."

  "I'm good for you."

  Devin nodded, no hesitation at all. "I think so, yes."

  He beamed and got them on the road. "I do, too. Now, where is it I'm going?"

  "I'm supposed to meet Dare at the restaurant."

  "Okay, then." He headed the truck in that direction.

  Dev pulled his phone out, texting away.

  "You telling him we're on our way?"

  "Yeah. He's in a mood."

  "Bad mood?"

  "Uh-huh." Damn, Dev could text fast.

  "How come?"

  "Uh..." Beep beep beep. "He got reamed for missing two days. He's got to pull doubles for the next week."

  Bake growled. "That's not right. The man's been working without any days off for ages. I'm going to report his boss."

  "You can't do that! He'll be so mad at you!" There was an utterly shocked sound in Dev's voice.

  "He's being taken advantage of. Hell, he's being worked to death." Bake growled, irate.

  "Yeah, but it's a tough field."

  How many times had Dare told Dev that?

  Bake snorted. "I have no problem with him working hard, but overworking or getting reamed for taking much-needed time off? That's not right, Dev."

  "There are a hundred people wanting Dare's job. Maybe three hundred."

  "Yeah, but I bet he keeps it for more than just being a warm body filling it."

  "Yeah. Still, this makes him a little bitchy..."

  Bake laughed hard at that. Bitchy? His fiery little pain slut? No... "He needs me. He needs us."

  "He does. We need him. It's cool."

  "We need him to not be killing himself with work, either." He pulled into the parking lot, Dare standing by a little white Dodge Omni.

  "That'll get you around," he called as he climbed out of the truck.

  "It's not fancy, but it works, and Clay signed over the title." Dare looked pinched, agitated. "Clay wants to know if we want to come over for pizza and beer."

  Bake tried not to look anything but neutral. "Do you want to? Or do you want to go home and let me take you out of your day?"

  "I want to go home." Dare sighed. "But Bean really seemed like he wanted you to go."

  "He did?" Well, that perked him up a little. "Tell you what, call him back and tell him we'll be there in a couple hours. Then I'll tan your ass so you can't think of anything else while you're sitting, and that'll put us all in the mood for having pizza with Clay and Bean."

  Dare nodded, cheeks pinking. Eager, horny boy.

  "Come on. You can follow me home."

  "You want to ride with me, Devvy?"

  Dev nodded. "Sure. You can tell me about your day, huh?" Dev kissed Bake's cheek, winked. "I'll try to get him in a better mood."

  Bake gave them a smile. "Don't you worry about that; I'm going to spank his ass until he thinks it's the best day ever."

  "You two are weird."

  He chuckled at Dev. "We just speak the same language."

  "Uh-huh. The language of weird." Devvy ducked as Dare winged some pastry at him. The pastry went flying over the top of Dev's head and landed smack in the middle of Bake's chest.

  Bake looked down at the pastry and then back up at Dare and Dev. "You'd better tell Clay we'll be there closer to eight than to seven."

  "I..." Dare's eyes went wide as Dev cracked up.

  "No more throwing food." He pointed a finger at Dare, winked, and climbed into his truck.

  He heard his boys laughing as they got into their car. His phone rang as he got settled, Bean's name coming up. "Well, hey there, stranger."

  "Hey, you; are you coming?"

  "Yeah, yeah. For around eight, okay? Dare had a day and we're going to work it out. So you're going away with him, huh?"

  "Uh-huh. I... He's special, Bake. Like Mr. Right sort of special."

  Oh fuck. Wow. It was like Bean's words hit him in the stomach. Hard.

  It wasn't that he'd thought Bean and he would never find anyone to be with. It just... Bean was his. His twin.

  "So you're happy?"

  "Aren't you? I saw Darius. He gushed about you."

  He grinned. "He gushed? About me? Cool. Of course I'm happy. I'm not forgetting I have a twin, though."

  Bean snorted. "Like I could forget you. You're... our blood is the same, brother."

  "It is. I haven't hardly seen you in ages, though. You're with him all the time."

  "Hey, you could come work with me instead of taking over jobs."

  "What's that supposed to mean? You know the more jobs we have going, the better we're doing."

  "Well, then. Quit complaining. You're getting two boys. I've got mine." Bean was laughing at him.

  "Fuck off. Just don't forget you've got family, too."

  "I can't. You're mine, Bake."

  "Yeah, and you're mine. From womb to tomb."

  "Lovers can't change that." He could hear Bean's smile.

  "No, nobody can. Okay, I'll try to be nice to this guy of yours who kicked his brothers out. We'll be by sometime after eight, okay? Dare needs... well, he needs."

  "Perv." Bean was cackling.

  "Like you're not."

  "Fuck, I'm as innocent as the fallen snow."

  He snorted. "Ri-ight." He started laughing.

  "Yep. Innocent. Pure. Virginal, damn it."

  "Virginal!" He cackled at that one. "You forget -- I know Clay."

  "He's pretty damned fabulous, brother. He turns me inside out."

  "Yeah? You do sound happy." Almost fucking giddy, really.

  "I will be, as soon as we have food and I get a hug."

  "Okay, B. I'll see you in a couple hours."

  "I'll be here. See you."

  "Yeah. See ya."

  He pulled into the driveway, parking behind his boys. They were getting out, growling at each other.

  "What's wrong now?" he asked as he climbed out of the truck.

  "Dare's an asshole."

  "I said I was sorry. I'm just touchy. Really, Devvy. I didn't mean to piss you off."

  "Why's he an asshole?"

  "Personally, I think he was born that way."

  Dare sighed, shook his head, and tossed the keys to Dev. "Here. It can be your car, okay? I just need a quick shower. I stink."

  "You're arguing ove
r whose car it is?" Bake growled at them. "It belongs to both of you."

  "No. He was saying that he had to work longer hours, so he needed it."

  Dare didn't answer, just ducked his head, hunched his shoulders.

  "Yeah, well, he kind of does, Dev."

  "He can have it. Let me in the house." Dare waved at the door.

  "You can talk about the car later. For now, someone needs his ass smacked, but good."

  "Just let me in the house. I need a shower."

  "You don't need to get short with me." He opened the door, letting them both in.

  Dare seemed to shrink even further. "I'm sorry. I'm just going to get clean."

  "No, I don't think so." He grabbed Dare's arm and pulled him into the house. Then he took the man's mouth, showing Dare exactly who was boss.

  Dare made a soft squeaking sound, eyes searching his. He stared right into them. He was right here and he knew what Dare needed. The tired, pretty eyes filled with tears, but those lips opened. He pushed his tongue right in, taking Dare's taste.

  Poor boy. Someone needed him. He pushed Dare up against the very same wall he'd had Dev up against not all that long ago.

  "I don't..." Yes. Yes, Dare did.

  He ignored the protest, pushing Dare against the wall and rubbing against him. His needy boy moaned, cock beginning to fill, to brush against him. Yeah, that's what Dare needed right now, right this minute -- someone to shut him up and love on him.

  He heard Dev sigh, then his other boy pushed against them both. He wrapped an arm around Dev, approving.

  "Sorry, Dare. God, I hate that they make you cry." Dev pushed into the kiss, too, licking at Dare's lips.

  Bake growled at the thought of someone making one of his boys cry, and he tried to suck on both their tongues at the same time. Fire and ice, his boys. Four hands landed on him, clung to him. He wrapped an arm around each of them, holding on, keeping them close.

  He was beginning to get them, just the slightest bit. His Dare -- the blustery pain slut -- was the truly submissive one, the one that would back down, back away. He smiled and grabbed Devin. He'd never be surprised Dev was the older brother again. Dev was used to getting his way, as passively as he demanded it.

  He was getting used to doing things with three, too: the kissing, the touching, the needing. He pushed them both against the wall, rubbing up against them, making them want. Dare was hard as steel, crying out into his lips, jerking as Dev touched him.

  "Sweet, needy boy. You can come now, and then again when I spank you."

  "I want to suck him. I want to." Dev sounded like, maybe, he needed to.

  "I'd like to watch that. Come on." He grabbed his boys and hauled them into the living room, near the couch. Dare and Dev came easy: beautiful, needy men.

  They worked on him first, stripping him down eagerly.

  "Mmm..." Bake grabbed his cock and started stroking. "Now each other."

  His boys kissed, whispering into each other's lips.

  He licked his own lips. "Beautiful boys. Gonna put a good show on for me."

  Dev nodded, tugging Dare's T-shirt out of the dark work pants that were dusted with God knew what. Bake tugged on his cock, enjoying every second of them. Dare was crying out, hips rolling, fucking the air.

  "He needs, Dev. Hurry."

  Dev hit his knees, tugged Dare's pants down a second before that mouth crashed down over Dare's cock.

  "Yes." Bake hissed and squeezed his cock, watching Dev's face, mouth around that cock, and watching Dare's face, too.

  "Fuck. Fuck, Dev. Oh, please..." Dare's head fell back, long throat working.

  "That's it, sweet boy, you suck Dare's cock. You suck it good."

  Dev's hands were running up and down Dare's legs, head bobbing, slurping around Dare's prick. Those noises went straight to Bake's balls. He groaned and met Dare's eyes, grinned.

  "So good. So good, Devvy. Please don't stop."

  "Mmm. Don't stop, Dev. He needs it. Needs you."

  "Need..." Dare cried out, head slamming back as Dev's fingers disappeared behind the man's balls.

  So fucking pretty. Bake fisted himself faster. It was only a few seconds longer before Dare was coming, screaming out his name.

  "Yes! Yes!" Bake let his pleasure at that carry him over, and spunk sprayed up over his hand.

  Devvy's head bobbed slower, the caresses becoming more gentle. His own hand matched the movements, just letting the sensations fade slowly.

  Dare reached down, petted Dev's head, so gently. "Love."

  "That was lovely, boys. Really."

  Dare swayed, rocking back and forth. "I need to bathe."

  He laughed and nodded at Dev. "You need to satisfy your twin now."

  Dev grinned, kissed Dare's belly. "I came already. I'm actually cool."

  "Oh ho! I like that." Sweet, beautiful boy.

  "It's true." Dev chuckled, tongue teasing the tip of Dare's cock.

  "Then it's time for a shower, a spanking, and then off to visit our pervy brothers."

  "Clay isn't pervy." He loved Dare's smile.

  "No? He's with Bean."

  "Yeah, and there's going to be lots of pizza and bear." Devvy chuckled, stood, and leaned on his twin. "I know Clay. Lots of pizza."

  "He have a thing for pizza I should know about?"

  "Clay missed pizza," Dare explained.

  "Ah. What kind?"

  "Any. All." Dev said.

  Dare nodded. "Mostly meat."

  "Mmm, meat." He winked at the twins. "Okay. Let's go get wet."

  Dare cheered and Dev laughed.

  His twins.

  His.

  Life was fucking good.

  Chapter Fifteen

  "Babe, did you see where the fuck I put my wallet?" Clay grabbed a pair of shorts and dried his hair with his towel. He knew he'd put his wallet and keys and watch down somewhere on the whole 'get Bean's fine ass into the bedroom to fuck before ordering pizza' walk.

  "Um... I was kind of paying more attention to where you were putting your prick." Bean came out of the bathroom, wearing a towel around his middle and a smile.

  "Yeah, yeah." He grabbed Bean, kissed the man good and hard. "I need my wallet and phone to procure us supper."

  Bean chuckled, arms looping around his neck, and glanced toward the bed. "Yeah, they're supposed to be here in about ten minutes. I should probably find clothes."

  "Is your brother late or early?" He rubbed a little, back and forth.

  "He's more unpredictable, but I'm guessing with your brothers to keep him distracted..." Bean grinned and pushed his towel off.

  "Excellent." His hand wrapped around Bean's prick, stroked slow and easy. He could drive Bean crazy in ten minutes. Bean groaned, head dropping back. "Such a horny motherfucker." He leaned in, nibbled on Bean's neck.

  "It's your fault." Bean pushed the hard prick through his hand.

  "Mmm. Good. You feel fucking amazing, babe." Clay moved his hand faster, licking a little, searching for a spot to leave a mark.

  "You feel incredible. Don't stop?"

  "I must not have done you right earlier, for you to need so bad now." He kept it up, kept touching and petting and feeling.

  "No, no. You just make me want by breathing."

  Clay grinned, found his spot, and started sucking up a mark, biting and licking and tasting. Bean's knees went out from under him, the long body leaning into him as a low, needy sound filled the air.

  "Mine." Clay whispered the word, the thought surprising him a little bit.

  Shuddering, Bean pressed harder against him. He focused on sucking, pulling the blood to the surface under his lips.

  "Fuck. Clay." Bean whimpered and humped his hand.

  "Mmm." Come on, babe. Give it up, hot little fucker.

  Like Bean could hear him, the man jerked, spunk fountaining up over his hand. He hummed, relaxed his grip. Hell, yeah.