Love on Pointe Omnibus

by Colette Davison

  He reached the top a couple of seconds after Adam and immediately pushed him onto the bed, so he was lying flat on his stomach. He straddled Adam, his erection resting against Adam's thigh, whilst he leaned forward to kiss his way up and down Adam's spine.

  "I thought you were going to fuck me," Adam said.

  "Patience."

  Adam shook his head. "I've been gagging for this." He glanced back. "Either fuck me now, or I'll get bored and beat you to it."

  Luc liked the sound of that: of the fight they'd have as they wrestled one another, finding out who was stronger and could pin the other first. But that kind of dominant play could wait. Tonight, he wanted his cock inside Adam. So, no more wasting time on niceties and foreplay. He grabbed a condom and lube from his bedside table and quickly gloved his hard cock. Adam moved, bending his knees beneath himself so he could stick his arse in the air. He waggled it tantalisingly from side to side.

  "So hard I can't walk tomorrow," Adam said, glancing back, a hungry grin on his face.

  "Let me warm you up first," Luc said, squeezing lube onto his fingers and then his cock.

  "I want to feel your cock, not your fingers."

  Luc hesitated. He was all for rough play, but even he liked his arsehole to be warm and loose before anyone tried to stick a cock in there.

  "I can take it," Adam said. "I like it."

  Luc shuffled closer, grabbing Adam's hips. He pressed the head of his cock against Adam's arsehole, feeling the tight resistance.

  "Do it," Adam said, as a shiver shook his body. "Fuck me hard."

  Luc pushed his way inside, one delicious inch at a time. He felt Adam's muscles ripple and tense beneath his hands, felt him push back against his cock, encouraging him deeper and deeper.

  "Fuck, yeah," Adam hissed. "You're so big. You feel amazing inside me. I want you, Luc. I want you to fuck me."

  Luc loved the husky sound of Adam's voice and the note of pleading in it. He began to thrust, hard and fast, sometimes pulling fully out so he could slam back in again and listen to Adam's deep grunts.

  "That's so good," Adam told him. "I like it rough."

  Luc let himself go completely and stopped worrying about whether he might hurt Adam. His brother was an adult, capable of deciding what it was he wanted. If he wanted it rough, Luc was more than happy to give it to him. Shit, he was actually fucking his brother. Stepbrother. Whatever. The clarification no longer mattered. He was fucking Adam. He was slamming his cock deep into Adam over and over and it felt amazing. The warm tightness around his gloved cock was wonderful. Every noise Adam made drove him wild, the grunts, groans and moans caused by both pleasure and pain.

  "Oh yeah," Adam said. "Harder. I can take it harder. Give it to me harder."

  Luc did. So hard it made him short of breath, made his body feel exhausted and made him sweat. His balls slapped against Adam's arse over and over.

  "That's good," Adam breathed. "So fucking good."

  He dropped his groin to the bed and began humping it, rubbing his own erection against the sheets as Luc continued to ram into him. Luc wasn't sure how much more he could take before he came. He could feel his balls tightening, feel every tingle of pleasure gathering in his cock, ready to explode. But he didn't want it to end. Not that he had any choice.

  "I fucking love you," he cried out, as his whole body shuddered with his orgasm.

  Almost simultaneously, Adam screamed out his own climax, his body shaking and shivering as he slammed his fist against the mattress.

  Neither of them moved. Luc was still buried in Adam. Their breathing was hard, but almost in sync. Luc's heart thundered against his ribs, threatening to break free.

  "I love you too," Adam murmured, licking his lips.

  Luc pulled free and collapsed beside Adam, who rolled over, semen staining the hard planes of his stomach.

  "That was good," Adam said.

  Luc raised an eyebrow. "Just good?"

  Adam laughed. "Okay, it was fucking amazing." He stared into Luc's eyes. "Holy shit, I just let my brother fuck me."

  Luc stroked his face. "And?" He held his breath, anticipating the worst, but hoping for the best.

  "You can do it again." He kissed Luc. "And again. I love you."

  Luc smiled, his heart finally calming down. "I love you too."

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Adam

  When Adam woke, he was alone in the bed. The scent of coffee and bacon wafted up from the kitchen area beneath the mezzanine. He smiled as he stared up at the ceiling, remembering how amazing the previous night had been. But fuck was he sore. He'd asked for it, but he was certain he'd be walking bow legged for a short while at least. No doubt Luc would find that ridiculously amusing. He rolled out of the bed and grabbed the boxers he'd been wearing the night before. The clean clothes he'd brought with him were in his rucksack, which he remembered dumping by the front door. Clambering down the steep steps from the mezzanine took him longer than it should have done and he was indeed walking like he had a rod stuck up his arse. As he'd anticipated, Luc took one look at him and burst out laughing, clutching his stomach.

  "Yeah, yeah, very funny," Adam said, scowling.

  Luc gestured towards the small, pull-down table. "Sit down, I'll bring breakfast over."

  Adam was very glad to sit down on one of the fold-up chairs, even though it wasn't massively comfortable. Seconds later, Luc carried over mugs of coffee for them both, before going to fetch plates with bacon sandwiches on them. He also had a glossy brochure tucked under his arm, which he handed to Adam along with his breakfast.

  "What's this?" Adam asked.

  "The other half of my surprise. You weren't interested in looking at it last night. Something about being desperate to have my cock up your arse." Luc waggled his eyebrows suggestively as he spoke.

  Adam swallowed and opened up the brochure. It was for the ballet company that they'd been to see the night before. Within seconds, he realised the brochure was information about joining the company, including an application form.

  "They're holding auditions next month," Luc said, his voice teetering on the edge of excitement. "I know dancing professionally is your dream. If you got in, you could move in with me. It would be perfect."

  Adam stared at him, his head swimming. "Move in with you? You've only got one bedroom." If you could even call the mezzanine a bedroom.

  "And that's a problem because...?"

  "Because Mum and Dad have been here. They know you only have one bedroom."

  Luc stared at the table, the smile dissipating from his lips. "Yeah, you're right. It was a stupid idea, I'm sorry."

  Adam leaned across the table and put his hand over Luc's. "It's not. It might be a bit soon, but it's not a stupid idea."

  Luc stared into his eyes. "You'd be interested in applying for the company?"

  "If the dance school wasn't in trouble? Yeah, I would. But it is. Besides, I wouldn't get in. I don't have the experience."

  "But you do have the talent."

  Adam shook his head. "According to who? You? No offence, but you're not an expert."

  "No," Luc agreed. "But I know how beautiful you look when you dance and how graceful and powerful your body is. You have so much talent and it deserves to be on display."

  Adam wasn't sure about that, but it felt good that Luc had so much confidence in him.

  "The dance school is picking up, isn't it?" Luc asked, before taking a bite of his sandwich.

  "If you mean the toddler classes, yes. But it'll take more than one extra lesson a week to get it out of trouble completely." Adam picked at the crust of his sandwich. "They don't pay me a full wage. If I leave, they wouldn't be able to afford to replace me." He sighed. "I can't do that to them, Luc."

  "You're amazing, you know that?"

  Adam felt his cheeks heat up. "I'm really not."

  "You are," Luc insisted. "Come on, Adam. You put your dream of performing on stage aside to help Mum and Dad. You're still putting them fi
rst. Not many people would do that."

  "You're helping them out."

  "Not to the same extent you are. I haven't had to sacrifice anything." He stared at Adam, biting his lower lip.

  "Yet?" Adam asked.

  "I'm hoping I don't have to give you up."

  Adam leaned back in his chair, suddenly feeling very heavy. He wanted to be with Luc, more than he could put into words, but the situation was just so messy. If he could apply to the ballet company and move in with Luc, he probably would. Even admitting that to himself felt monumental. He did want to dance and he did want to be with Luc.

  But he couldn't have either dream, not only because their parents needed him, but because he didn't want to see the looks on their faces if—when—they found out he and Luc wanted to be together. But the longer they left it, the more the truth would hurt.

  "We have to tell them, don't we?" he said.

  Luc's eyebrows lifted. "I didn't think you wanted to?"

  "I don't," Adam said miserably. "I don't want to hurt them, or disappoint them, but we'll do both if we keep this to ourselves and they find out by accident. We'll probably hurt them a whole lot more if that happens. But if we tell them, at least we can try to control the fallout." He pushed his plate away. "Except, what good is telling them if we still can't be together? I'll still be there, with them and you'll still be here." He dropped his chin to his chest.

  "Hey," Luc said, standing and coming to kneel beside him. "One problem at a time, okay?"

  Adam pinched his nose. "I guess I'm just feeling overwhelmed right now." He half smiled at Luc. "You telling me you love me hasn't helped my general state of confusion."

  Luc grinned. "I'm pretty sure you told me you love me back."

  "I did. I do." He pulled Luc to him for a kiss. "But are we being utterly naïve to think we could have a future together? One where Mum and Dad support us? Because the only future I can see, is one where they turn their backs on us."

  "I don't think they'd ever do that," Luc said, though his voice didn't hold the same confidence as his words.

  "That's the thing, isn't it?" Adam asked. "We have no idea how they'll react."

  "You're right about one thing though."

  Adam held his breath, waiting for Luc to continue.

  "If they find out some other way, their reaction will be a whole lot worse."

  Adam dropped his forehead onto Luc's shoulder. "I want to be with you," he said. "I've never been surer of anything in my life. I don't care that loving you is a new thing. I've known you almost my whole life."

  "We know each other's bad habits," Luc said, his voice strained.

  They both laughed, though there wasn't as much humour in the conjoined sound as there should have been.

  "We have to tell them," Adam said.

  "I know. I've just been waiting for you to catch up." He cupped Adam's face in his hand, coaxing him to look up. "It'll be okay."

  "We can't know that."

  "No."

  "I'm scared, Luc. I'm scared of losing them."

  "So am I," Luc said slowly. "But whatever happens, we'll still be together."

  "Yeah," Adam whispered, as Luc kissed him. It was the only certainty they had.

  They caught the train together later that afternoon.

  "Should we warn them you're coming?" Adam asked, leaning his head on Luc's shoulder as the train rocked gently from side to side as it rushed along the tracks.

  Luc moved his fingertips in circles on Adam's knee. "Do you think it'll help?"

  "No," Adam admitted. "I don't think anything will."

  Luc wrapped his arm around Adam's shoulders. "It's not going to go as badly as you think. Everything will be fine I—"

  "Don't," Adam hissed. "Don't promise. This isn't something you have any control over. Neither of us knows how they might react. We can hope and worry, but we don't know."

  "Chill," Luc said. "Try to forget about it for a bit then, we're stuck on this train for three hours. Try to take your mind off it."

  Adam sighed. He couldn't forget about it. It was easier for Luc: he'd already established a life for himself away from their parents. He'd spent the last four years barely having contact with them. Even though it was clear Luc loved their parents, he'd still separated himself from them. If their parents reacted badly and shunned them both, life would barely change for Luc. But for Adam, it would feel like his world had ended. He lived with them and worked for them. If their parents hated him for being with Luc, he wasn't sure what he would do.

  He clenched his teeth, refusing to let himself try to dissuade Luc from revealing their relationship. Adam had been the one to bring it up this time and he knew it was the right thing to do. If heartache was coming, it was better to rip off the plaster and do it now. Worst case, he could move in with Luc until he figured out what to do next.

  But what would that mean for the dance school? His parents couldn't afford to replace him with a full-time teacher, nor could they cover the lessons he taught if they didn't. But if they were repulsed enough by him and his love to hate him, he doubted they would let him continue teaching with them, even if it destroyed the dance school.

  "Hey," Luc said. "You're going to drive yourself nuts thinking about what might happen."

  "I know, but I can't stop."

  Luc rubbed Adam's shoulder in a repetitive calming movement. "Why don't you think about applying for that dance company instead?"

  Adam shook his head. "I can't, Luc."

  "You can't think about it, or you can't apply?"

  "Either? Both? My head is too messed up right now and, if Mum and Dad are okay with us there's no way I can leave the dance school."

  "We'd carry on the long-distance thing, then?" Luc asked in a disappointed tone. "It's been really fucking hard."

  "It's only been a couple of weeks."

  "Exactly. If I can't cope with two weeks of barely seeing you, how am I going to cope with months or years of it?" He jabbed Adam in the side. "How are you going to cope? I know how quickly you get frustrated."

  That brought a small smile to Adam's lips. "I thought you liked how horny I get when I'm frustrated?" he whispered, before lifting his head to kiss Luc's jaw.

  Luc chuckled. "Oh, I do. But if I had a choice, I'd rather have a non-frustrated Adam every day, than a frustrated Adam once every couple of weeks."

  "You could always move back home."

  Luc's lips drooped. "Yeah, I could."

  "But would you?"

  Luc shrugged. "I love my job, Adam, maybe as much as you'd love being on the stage. I don't think either of us should be giving up so much. It's time for us both to live our own lives."

  Adam dropped his head back onto Luc's shoulder. He knew his brother was right. He'd already spent too long shoving his own dreams aside, there was no way he could ask Luc to give everything up and move back home, just so they could be together.

  "I don't want you to stop doing what you love," he said quietly. "We'll figure things out."

  "Yeah," Luc said. "We will."

  They barely talked for the rest of the journey, although they didn't let go of each other until the train approached the station. Then they parted. The fear that someone they knew would see them together kept them from straying close as they found a taxi to take them home.

  After the taxi dropped them off, they stood on the street.

  Adam took a deep breath. "This is it, then."

  "Still sure you want to do this?" Luc asked.

  "No, but we have to."

  Adam let them into the house. Almost immediately, their mum appeared from the sitting room, a puzzled expression on her face.

  "Adam, we weren't expecting you back until tomorrow." She looked between them. "Is something wrong? Luc?"

  "We need to talk," Adam said, his voice cracking.

  "Is Dad here?" Luc asked.

  Deborah nodded and waved her hand towards the sitting room. "In here. You both look really serious. What's wrong?"

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p; Luc stepped round Adam and went into the sitting room. For a moment, Adam stayed where he was. This was it, the moment everything would change for good or bad. His stomach felt heavy, his mouth was dry, and his feet didn't want to move. There was so much anxiety spiralling inside him, that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to throw up or scream; probably both.

  "Adam?" Deborah was still standing before him, her eyebrows pinched together.

  There was no turning back. He and Luc had to face their parents.

  "Let's go sit down," he said, finally managing to pick up one foot then the other.

  He felt like a dead man walking as he shuffled into the sitting room and sat in one of the armchairs. Luc was sitting in the other, which put unwelcome distance between them. Their dad was sitting on the sofa. Still frowning, Deborah moved to sit beside her husband.

  "What's wrong?" she asked again, concern making her voice shake.

  Adam and Luc glanced at each other.

  "There's something we have to tell you," Luc began.

  It would have been easy for Adam to stay silent and let Luc do all the talking, but he had been the one who had instigated this moment.

  "We're in love," Adam said, the words rushing out of him.

  Their parents stared at them, unblinking. Time seemed to freeze. Adam's heart clenched.

  "I'm sorry—what?" Deborah asked, as though she hadn't heard.

  "We're in love," Luc repeated. "With each other."

  “Of course you are!” Deborah exclaimed. “You’re brothers. Why wouldn’t you love each other?” She laughed nervously. “I’m glad you two have finally sorted things out. It’s about time, isn’t it Ken?”

  “No,” Luc said as their dad started to nod in agreement. “Listen to us. We’re not talking about brotherly love. We’re in love with each other. We want to be together.”

  “Romantically,” Adam added in a pained whisper.

  Deborah's eyes widened. Their Dad's jaw clenched. Adam wanted them to say something but at the same time he hoped they wouldn't. Whilst they were silent, they weren't shouting, screaming or crying. They weren't outpouring hate and condemnation. He braced himself, expecting the worst.