Happy Halloween!
As a special treat for you all, I've written a short addition to the story of Terry Blake and Dex and Trick Hyatt. Here's the trick - it's only free here on the blog.
Soon, I'll get it up at the sales sites, but for now, here it is.
Trick's Treat
A Telling the Truth / Truth or Dare Short
Copyright October 2013 Lee Brazil
"You
wanted to see me?" Brandon hovered in the doorway of Terry's office,
glancing back over his shoulder frequently, as though anxious to be off. Terry
Blake couldn’t blame his older brother for that. He rather wanted to be off
himself.
"Yes,
I need a favor." Brandon frowned and that inner boy, the one who was
anxious to please, quailed. Then he remembered that he wasn't that boy any more.
He remembered the scene in his kitchen when he'd left for work this morning.
Trick sat at the polished oak table, looking pale and tired with dark circles
under his pretty blue eyes, the white blond roots of his dyed black hair
showing. Dex hadn't even been up yet, but Trick had dragged himself out of bed
to make coffee and breakfast for Terry before he left for work.
"Is
this something that can't wait until morning? Arden and I are taking the boys
to Knott's Scary Farm tonight and I'm running late already."
"No.
It can't." His voice was sharp with the pain he'd felt, the failure that
haunted him. Trick wasn't happy, he needed a break away from the baby and the
house and Dex's mood swings or he'd fall into a depression.
Brandon
must have seen something in his face because he sighed and his voice softened.
He stepped into the office, the thick grey carpet muffling the sound of his
Italian loafers. "What do you need?"
Relief
flooded him. "I’m going to take Trick and Dex away for the weekend. Belle
is moving into a new duplex and experiencing morning sickness with the twins. So,
I need a babysitter. We'll be back Monday." He realized he was responding
to Brandon's blank expression when his voice came faster. Heat colored his skin
and he braced himself for the refusal he could see Brandon didn't want to make.
"It's
not a good idea, Terry. I'd love to help you out, but with three troubled
teenagers in the house and it being Halloween, I just can't see it being a good
environment for the baby." Brandon crossed the room as he spoke, and ended
his speech with a comforting squeeze on Terry's shoulder. The reminder of
Brandon and Arden's status as foster parents had Terry nodding. Most of their
boys came from troubled homes, dangerous backgrounds and required a lot of
attention. "Have you asked Mischa? Or Dan?"
"Dan
and Morgan would be horrible baby sitters. Mischa has his hands full with Matt;
he doesn't need Michael too." As Brandon made his departure, Terry let his
gaze wander to the computer screen, showing a rustic white painted cabin
nestled in soft looking white sand. Taking the twins away for a weekend had
been a silly dream anyway. He hadn't realized until Brandon refused how much he
himself had come to count on that weekend of uninterrupted sleep, how attached
he'd become to the vision of the three of them sitting in those rough looking
Adirondack chairs watching the sun rise over the Atlantic ocean. It looked so
peaceful…so…His hand was on the phone and he'd dialed Donovan's cell number
before reason could steal the dream away.
"Holloway."
The deep rumble brought him back to reality, and he dragged in a breath.
"Hey,
Donovan. I have a favor to ask and I want you to know that it is perfectly all
right if you say no." But please say
yes, he begged silently.
"I'm
not hosting Thanksgiving, Terry. We're already signed on for Christmas and I
can see Mischa wigging out as it gets closer."
He
laughed involuntarily, tension loosening. Mischa and Donovan were busy, it was
true, but they were family. "Nothing like that. Well, you might think it's
worse."
"Worse
than hosting the lot of you Blakes for two holidays in a row? I’m not sure
that's possible."
"God,
I think it really will work out. Donovan, Trick and Dex and I need some time
away. We're tired, Trick can't sleep through the night, and Dex is putting us
all through hell with some mood swings he can't even explain, the baby…"
"Is
there something wrong with Michael?"
He
hastened to reassure the man when he recognized the concern in his voice.
"No. Michael is fine. He's just very time consuming and demanding. I just
want one weekend where we can all sleep without midnight feedings and five am
diaper changes and …"
"And
you want to get laid."
"Is
that so wrong?" Shame, embarrassment, relief, he couldn’t even decide what
he felt right at that moment, just that it felt good that someone might
actually understand how he might love
Michael but miss his lovers.
"No,
it's not wrong at all. Sure. We'll babysit. I haven't forgotten how you guys
were there for us when Matthew came to live with us. He loves Michael and will
be thrilled that his cousin is sleeping over. One thing though, can you call
Mischa and let him know? I’m heading into a meeting now."
"Absolutely.
Anytime you guys want to send Matt over, he's always welcome. Maybe next
weekend?" Shut up! He wanted to
shout; he was babbling in his gratitude.
"That's
all right. Not next weekend, but soon. Mischa and I could use some us time as
well."
He'd
clicked the link to book the cabin before he hung up with Donovan, and by the
time the phone rested in its hook, he was emailing the pilot of the Blake
studios private jet to make flight arrangements to the Caribbean.
***
"I already told Dex I'd do it.
Seriously, you guys just go on and relax." He'd
been so grateful for Mischa's easy agreement that he hadn't realized the
importance of what he'd said. Until now.
When
he stood head to head with a very angry, very loud Dex who apparently had plans
of his own for Halloween night that he'd been hiding from the rest of them.
"Look,
Dex, it's not a big deal. Whatever you have planned, we can still do it."
Bewildered,
Terry reached out to brush a thick lock of black hair back from Dex's forehead,
but Dex slapped his hand away with a sneer. "No! Not from Aruba we can't!
And my fucking name is John!"
"John,
babe, please. We all need this time away. Trick needs a break from the baby and
the stress. I just wanted us to have a nice long weekend without
pressure."
"You
don't know what he needs! It's my job to take care of him. I know what he needs."
Tumblers
fell into place with rapid precision as Terry processed that telling statement.
Dex and Trick had had only each other for so long. When Terry had encountered
them at Mischa's party, they'd clung together, being everything to one another.
Terry had wanted to be a part of that open affection and had fallen easily into
love. "I didn't mean to just charge in and take him away from you Dex, and
this trip isn't all about Trick, it's about all of us. I need some time with
the two of you."
"You
want sex." Dex sneered, backing away. "Trick is my responsibility, my
brother. I saw how he was feeling, and I
made plans to make him feel better. Making him feel good is what I do."
"Pouting
around the house sulking and being angry about nothing is supposed to make him
feel better?" He knew he shouldn't say it, but the words came out anyway,
even when he understood how damaging they could be.
Dex
flinched, narrow elegant shoulders hunching forward then straightening, as he
absorbed the blow. "He understands me. You wouldn't because you…"
"Enough!"
An angry whirlwind in grey yoga pants and a thin black t-shirt pushed between
them, black hair whipping in his face as Trick turned from Dex to him and back
again.
"Trick…"
They spoke at once, each one apparently determined to express the regret they
felt over adding to their lover's stress with their petty argument.
"Enough.
I am this close," he pinched two narrow fingers together, leaving a scant
breath of air between them, "to telling you both to fuck off."
Terry
winced as Trick shoved him sharply in the sternum. He stumbled back a little,
then grabbed a chair back to right himself. Dex yelped as he received the same
treatment.
"Trick!"
He protested, meeting Dex's stunned gaze in amazement. "We just want to do
something nice for you- you need time away from the baby. Doesn’t a nice
weekend at the beach sound lovely?"
"Breakfast
on the Riviera, a day in the sun, an early night in bed?" Dex pleaded.
Terry nodded at him, approvingly. Apparently they'd both had quite similar
ideas, even if different locations.
"Either
one, Trick." He smiled coaxingly. "Your choice, the plans are all
made just say where you'd rather go and we'll do it."
"Yes!"
Dex cajoled. "You choose and then let us pamper you for the whole
weekend."
Trick
shook his head with a disgusted snort. "What the fuck makes either of you
think I'm going to abandon Michael to some babysitter and jet set off to some
foreign country?"
He
and Dex were left staring at each other while Trick stormed out of the room as
swiftly as he'd entered it, muttering indistinguishable, but distinctly menacing
sounds under his breath.
Terry
sank into the chair he'd been clutching onto and Dex dropped at his feet,
resting his head on Terry's thigh. Automatically, he threaded his fingers
through the soft hair, taking comfort from the familiar silky strands while he
tried to process the scene they'd just participated in.
"What
was that all about?" He murmured.
"Us."
Dex answered without raising his head. His hands closed on Terry's pants, so
tightly he could feel each finger through the fabric. "Our childhood."
"I
see." He didn't really, but what else could he say as hot wet tears soaked
through his trousers and dampened his leg?
"They
were always running off, leaving us with nannies and housekeepers and body
guards. Then one time they didn't come back. And then it all went to hell, and
all we had was each other."
His
fist clenched on the hair and Dex whimpered as it pulled. "I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to do that." He forced the tension from his fingers and
breathed deeply. "We have to address this problem," he ventured when
he felt like Dex had calmed down enough to talk.
"Nothing
to address, Terry. Trick's right. We can't fly off and abandon Michael. He's
ours, and I don't want him to ever have some stranger in a suit telling him
that we won't ever come back."
Terry
ached for the pain the young twins must have felt when they were confronted by
that stranger. "It's not likely that anything will happen. But that's not
what I meant. Michael will never be alone, no matter if something happens to
one of us or all of us. He's got a whole boatload of Blakes and other relatives
that will take care of him if we can't."
Dex
hiccupped and finally raised his face. His eyeliner was smudged, his eyes
rimmed with red and were faintly swollen. His pale cheeks were tracked by
drying tears. "I forgot when we decided to keep you that you were part of
a set."
Chuckling,
Terry leaned down to place a chaste kiss on Dex's brow. "That's one way of
describing my siblings." Seeing that Dex intended to completely avoid the
real basis of their argument, he continued. "I am not taking Trick away
from you, Dex. I wouldn't want to, and he wouldn’t let me."
"You
couldn’t take him away." They both recognized the statement as weak
bravado. "I know. I just…I wanted to help him, to take care of you
both." He peered up under lowered lashes and Terry's heart twisted anew.
"I
love you." The words slipped out, and he was glad, even though they still
felt strange and raw in his heart, because Dex's cheeks flushed and the sparkle
was back in his eyes. Trick wore his heart on his sleeve, and was vocal and
free with his emotions, but Dex protected his own emotions with the same fierce
intensity that he protected his brother.
The
front doorbell rang and footsteps clattered through the hall way. Trick poked
his head in the door to glare at them. He'd changed into a tuxedo and black and
white spats, his hair combed in a restrained style. His slender form looked
dangerous and tempting. Instead of a shoulder holster and pistol a la James
Bond though, he wore a baby carrier with a smiling Michael cooing happily in
his feathery owl costume. Terry
restrained himself from jumping up and dragging Trick into their embrace.
"That's
Mischa. I’m taking Michael and going trick or treating with him and Matt. Then
we're watching Young Frankenstein and Beetlejuice and gorging on apple cider
and candy corn. Don't wait up." Hitching his designer diaper bag over one
shoulder, Trick headed off down the hall
The
front door slammed, and once more Terry found himself staring at Dex, feeling
like his world view was slightly skewed, like maybe he had mixed up the
brothers for the first time ever. Dex was supposed to be confident and
powerful, Trick soft and gentle.
***
Trick
had been watching the lights in the house across the street, rather than any of
the hilariously un-scary movies that Mischa and Donovan had deemed appropriate
viewing for their son. Michael slept in an upstairs room, but the baby monitor
had been silent for hours. His eyelids drooped and tiredness dragged at his
spirit, but Trick stayed on Mischa's couch, a plush throw wrapped around his
feet opposite a giggling Matt.
He
should go home. He wasn't having a good time, and he missed Dex and Terry
terribly. He just couldn’t make himself get up and cross the road. He didn't
want to open the door to their house and feel the tension. His bones ached and
his heart throbbed a little as he recalled the angry voices, the violent way
he'd shoved both of them.
The
credits rolled on the last movie and a yawning Donovan rose from his recliner. "That's
it Matt. Time to hit the hay." The tall man quirked an eyebrow at Mischa,
and the two of them stared meaningfully at one another for a few minutes. A
whole conversation passed between them without a word spoken, and Trick sighed.
He
swung his feet onto the floor and folded the cozy hand knitted blanket
carefully. "I guess I should go now and let you guys get some sleep."
Donovan
herded Matt up the stairs, calling good nights in his clear childish voice all
the way. Mischa smiled sympathetically at Trick. "How about a cup of hot
cocoa and a smoke break in my office while you tell me why you aren't winging
your way to some glamorous vacation spot for the weekend? I heard both Aruba
and the French Riviera, and yet, here you are at Chez Holloway watching 80's
movies and eating candy corn."
"I
like 80's movies." He stalled for time but trailed after Mischa to the
kitchen. Mischa filled two cups with hot cocoa from a pot simmering on the
stove then gestured to his office, the room off the kitchen where he'd lived
when he first moved into Donovan's house.
Trick
entered the room and his gaze went automatically to the mahogany box on the
table. All their old paraphernalia was there, but Mischa didn't keep smoke
anymore. Trick had a metal box in his pocket with a dose from the pharmacy.
He'd been given the prescription when all the anti- nausea drugs made him
sicker, and it had helped.
He
shouldn't smoke now. He wasn't nauseous. He was…"Furious?"
He
tested the word, but it didn't quite fit right either.
"What's
going on?" Mischa pulled him down on the cozy daybed and cuddled close to
him. Trick felt some of the tension leaving him, relaxed into the comfortable
touch.
"I
was getting ready to come over and I heard them fighting, yelling at each
other." He shuddered, that had been a horrible moment. "I think we,
Terry, Dex and I are heading for trouble. I wonder if Michael wasn't too much
too soon. I can't believe they were fighting with each other, over me. Mischa,
I don't want things to end like this."
"Oh
honey," Mischa stroked his hair soothingly. "Things aren't ending.
People argue, they make up, they argue again."
"Do
you and Donovan fight?"
"All
the time. Over dumb shit too. Can you believe he won't let me pay off the house
with my inheritance?"
Trick
shook his head. "It must be some kind of alpha male thing. Terry won't let
me pay for anything either."
"Is
that what he and Dex were fighting over?"
"They
were fighting about where to go on this trip, and then hit on this dumbass idea
of making me choose a destination, as though I could choose one of them over
the other. Because no matter which choice I made, the one who planned the other
trip would be upset."
"They
love you, that's all. Donovan said Terry was all about time for the three of
you to rest and relax. And I can tell you Dex was the same. Why don't you take
advantage of the baby sitting Don and I are providing and take one or both of
them up on the weekend away?"
"I
couldn’t. If I said I wanted to go to the Riviera, Terry would be hurt, and if
I picked Aruba, Dex would be hurt. I can't choose one over the other, I love
them both. Besides, it doesn't feel right to leave Michael and go so far away."
Mischa's
brow crinkled in a thoughtful frown. Then a brilliant smile lit up his face.
"I have it! Here's what you do…"
***
Dex
lay awake, ears straining for the sound of the front door opening, absently
playing with Terry's fingers where they rested on his belly. The two of them
had talked at great length, and it had been awkward, sharing how he felt.
They'd made their peace, and now it just remained for them to apologize to
Trick for the stupid fight and things could go back to normal.
He
stifled the little voice in the back of his head that whispered insidiously
that normal hadn't been so awesome. Trick liked things the way they were, their
lives were happy and comfortable, and they had friends and a home and a man who
said he loved them.
It
was beyond stupid that he seemed to be missing something. He would do anything
for Trick, and he honestly loved Terry. Why couldn’t he be happy? Maybe it was
time to see a counselor, like Trick had when his depression had become all
consuming?
He
wasn't depressed though. He was just…restless.
Maybe
Terry was right. Maybe what he needed was exactly what Trick needed, and
exactly what Terry had tried to give them all. Time together, in bed and out to
just enjoy each other.
He'd
become so absorbed in his thoughts that the slam of the door he'd been
listening for came as a surprise. "Trick's back!' He shook Terry lightly,
and the man came awake with a start and a splutter.
"Huh?"
Green eyes blinked blearily up at him and he felt another pang of guilt lodge
in his gut. Terry tried so hard, worked to give them what he thought they
needed, a safe secure place. Why was he plagued with so much dissatisfaction?
Footsteps
ascended the stairs and then stilled. Dex pictured his twin, the James Bond
costume somewhat disheveled from a night of trick or treating and movie
watching, standing in that wide open almost room sized hall. The hall was
decorated like a lounge, with the four bedroom suites hidden away behind
discreet doors. They each had their own suite, and while those rooms were generally
used more as hobby and privacy spaces, each held a full bedroom. Could Trick
conceivably be angry enough to actually sleep in that cozy little bed with its
soft worn antique quilts and feather pillows?
While
his instinct was to run out in the wide hall and demand to know what Trick was
thinking, where he was planning to sleep, Terry's calming hand, warm and
soothing on his arm, held him back, and he was grateful for that.
"Give
him space. Let him choose for himself."
He
scrunched a little closer to Terry, seeking more of that comforting heat.
"What if he doesn't want to sleep with us? We need to be together."
"Just
like you need to be able to work out or play the stereo loud in your room when
you feel unsettled, Trick needs alone time too. I don't like it any more than
you do," Terry's voice softened. "But we have to respect that he is
his own person, not just our lover."
The
spike of anger he felt was short lived and Dex felt immediately guilty for it.
"He's not just my lover. He's my brother and I love him. Even if we aren't
going to have…" his voice trailed off. What the hell was he talking about?
Since Michael's advent into their lives, the nights when they didn't have sex
far outnumbered the ones when they did. "He should at least sleep
here." He finished lamely.
Terry
frowned and his mouth opened to speak, but the door opened and faint light from
the hallway spilled into the room. Trick stood, already dressed in his pajamas,
soft flannel sleep pants, because he was always cold, a thin long sleeved
t-shirt, and his growing hair pulled back in a pony tail. Dex's heart faltered
then sped up. Terry remained calm, his expression bland, but his grip on Dex's
arm tightened. At first he thought it was because Terry didn't trust him not to
bolt out of the bed to Trick's side, but a glance at his face revealed tension
that he was trying to hide.
Forcing
himself to speak calmly so as not to let his own emotions influence Trick's,
Dex aimed for welcoming. "Hi. Did you guys have fun?"
"I
think I would have had fun…," Trick's voice was tired, but he entered the
room and crossed to the bed. Dex scooted over, bumping Terry until there was
room for Trick next to him. To his disappointment, Trick climbed onto the foot
of the bed and sat cross legged, head bowed.
"If
you weren't worried about the two of us being jerks back home?" Terry
rumbled.
That
brought Trick's head up, his blue eyes ablaze. "You aren't jerks. I never
said you were. I just…I can't stand the fighting. I wanted you to be done
fighting and making up by the time I got home."
"We're
done fighting." Dex crawled out of the blankets and down to embrace Trick,
who leaned into him. The bed shifted and he felt the warmth of Terry
surrounding them both.
"We're
sorry, Trick. We don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to."
"We
can go lots of places, I just don't want to be so far away if anything happens
to Michael. Mischa helped me find a place within an hour's drive of here. It's
in the mountains, not at the beach, and it'll be cold and snowy." His face
went soft and dreamy. "But we can curl up in front of the fireplace and
cuddle under comfy quilts and…"
"Make
love then fall asleep and wake up and do it all over again?"
Trick
blushed a little at Terry's teasing. "We can start that part now."
Their
lips met in an awkward, sloppy three way kiss where noses bumped and chins
rubbed together. The soft, emotion driven caresses quickly evaporated, replaced
by demanding forays of tongues and clinking of teeth until Terry pulled back,
laughing, leaving Dex and Trick, mouths locked, staring into one another's eyes
for long moments.
It
was Trick who broke the kiss, tilting his head up to the ceiling and drawing in
deep, ragged breaths. "I love you, Dex." He murmured when he was
capable of speech.
The
tension he'd been prey to lately faded away. Trick loved him, Terry loved him.
He loved them. It was all good, and if it didn't sparkle like a fairy tale,
that was okay too. They could slay giants and throw water on wicked witches
together.
Satisfied
of his place, Dex gave himself over to the physical needs that were making
themselves felt. He tugged the hem of Trick's t-shirt up, revealing lean pale
flesh. He lurched sideways, catching himself with a hand on the mattress as
Terry surged into action, quickly removing the cotton boxer briefs he slept in.
Trick's
arms crossed Dex's as they fumbled undressing each other. After a few stray
limbs and Terry's hands were added to the mix, they were reduced to a naked
jumble of body parts, smooth and hairy, lean and thickly muscled. Dex
luxuriated in the supple smoothness of Trick's body, skimming his hands over
lean muscles. He kissed his twin's lips, then when Trick twisted away, whatever
skin he could reach, neck, ear, shoulder.
Terry
had shifted, looming behind Dex, a comforting sturdy frame to lean against.
Terry braced, him, rubbing his erection against Dex's buttocks, caressing his
shoulders and thighs with fiery touches. The urge to come became overwhelming,
his blood beat hot and loud in his ears.
Their
movements became purposeful though, and Dex found himself unexpectedly in the
middle of two men, a place usually occupied by Terry or Trick. Oh, he'd had his
turn, but he'd rather thought that Terry was with him in intending this time to
be all about making up to Trick for their stupid fight. Instead, Terry's thick
fingers, somehow coated with slick oil, were rubbing against his hole, and
Trick was mouthing his nipples and teasing his cock with soft, barely there
touches that would surely drive him insane.
Dex
sighed and let his mind go. There wasn't any right way to do this, and if Trick
wanted him in the middle, then he'd be in the middle. He relaxed and Terry's
fingers slipped inside, causing him to tense. The tissue burned pleasantly and
he bit his lip. His fingers clenched on Trick's shoulders as Terry nibbled at
his neck, and he moaned, tipping his head to the side to grant better access.
Trick
shrugged his hands away and reared up, kissing Terry over his shoulder. Dex
strained his eyes to watch the kiss, finding watching nearly as erotic as
kissing itself. The little noises they made sounded loud and full of promise,
laced around the beating of his heart and the rush of blood in his ears as they
were.
"Ready?"
Terry whispered, rough and sexy.
"Oh
yes," Trick slithered down his body in a move so sleek and elegant it
should have been made on a dance floor.
Dex
scarcely had time to touch his twin's cheek before he was inundated with the
dual sensations of a hot wet mouth pulling at his cock, and the thick probe of
Terry thrusting into his ass with a smooth practiced move.
The
man had learned a lot about sex in the time they'd been together, applying
himself to learning the art of pleasure as determinedly as he had to learning business
law, accounting, and the principles of investment. Dex let his eyes close
briefly as he simply enjoyed the way his skin became hyper sensitive and his
entire body became a sensory organ- prickling and pulsing and magnifying every
touch until he felt the fragile skin could not contain it further.
He
forced his eyes open and looked down, to meet Trick's crystal blue eyes peering
up at him. His twin's cheeks were flushed, his pretty red lips stretched wide
around Dex's cock as he sucked it deep then glided back to the tip, swirling
his tongue around before leaning forward. Dex bumped the back of his throat,
fancied he could feel Trick's heart pounding in a matching pulse there, before he
retreated again. "Trick," he choked out between ragged breaths.
"Want you to come, too."
And
all the while, Terry pounded into him from behind, hard forceful thrusts
accompanied by harsh grunts and ragged moans. The contrast of wet heat and
steady, firm pressure luring, coaxing his cock to release in front, and the
full, dark pleasure of being invaded from the rear built his arousal by leaps
and bounds until he was barely clinging to a thread of control, holding on,
waiting for his lovers to come with him? Why? Why not just let go?
Then
Terry faltered behind him, losing his rhythm, and Trick released his cock. In a
rush of movement he was pushed down from behind to find his mouth level with
Trick's prick, hard and leaking. Terry's grip on his hips had tightened, and
his body froze as he waited. "Suck him. Suck, Trick." Terry grunted,
leaning into his backside and stroking one hard hand down the knobs of Dex's
spine.
Without
thinking, Dex obeyed, pleased by Trick's whimper, adoring the salty sweet taste
of his twin's flesh. He knew what Trick liked, just how to touch, he could
bring his lover off without thinking at all. Which was a good thing, because as
soon as he started bobbing his head, toying with Trick's cock with his tongue
like Trick enjoyed, Terry started moving again and there wasn't anything that
could have made him capable of rational thought. He was full of sensations, his
whole being was just feeling, feeling the bump and pulse and throb of Trick
against his tongue, against the back of his throat, feeling the pulse and swell
and friction of Terry pumping into him, fast and deep and driving him into a
maelstrom of sensation that had only one possible outcome.
Trick's
seed spurting in his mouth added a new dimension to the sensory input, and he
gulped it down, shivering as his body tightened, all sensation coalescing into one
long, vibrant shudder. He jerked, spilling cum on the tangled sheets.
Terry
growled behind him, stilling, and then jerking a few times. The sensual rhythms
of moments before became awkward in orgasm, slightly painful as they flinched
and jerked and twisted, traded spurts and clenching muscles and exhausted
chuckles until the three of them collapsed in a heap, wet, sweaty, and
satisfied.
Dex
ended up lying in cold sticky cum, but he was too exhausted, too happy to care.
He'd just lie there for a bit and get his breath back, let his muscles stop
tingling and his heart beat return to normal. Then he'd maybe suggest they
abandon the master bedroom and hole up in one of the others until they felt
like changing the sheets.
"So,"
Trick's voice was scratchy and when Dex twisted his neck to find his brother
smiling at him, his lips were a deep swollen red, his eyes heavy lidded.
"I vote, we park the cars in the garage, unplug all the phones, and
pretend we went somewhere."
"And
actually just stay here in bed for three days?"
"I
like it." Terry crawled out of the pile of bodies and stood at the side of
the bed. "Let's shower and go back to bed."
He
looked so sublimely hopeful that Dex couldn’t help laughing. "Okay. We've
officially become the idiots in the family. We've paid for three different
vacation homes for the weekend, but we're staying here instead."
Trick
cast him a glorious smile. "Last one in the shower has to change the
sheets!"
Dex's
competitive spirit was instantly aroused. He surged upright, bounced to the
floor and took off running, ignoring the laughter that followed him to the
bathroom. "Just throw the comforter on the floor," He yelled over his
shoulder. "The rest should be fine!"
The End
