Free Twin Ties 1: My Brother's Lover by Lynn Kelling

head, Brennan left the bathroom. Even more bewildered than before, Evan peeled off his dirty clothes and cranked up the hot water in the tub.

    Alek got home fairly early that night. Katie thought she smelled gas in a back room off of the kitchen so they closed up until the threat of a gas leak could be ruled out. It was just shy of eleven thirty when he kicked off his boots and shrugged out of his button down shirt, leaving him in a tank top, jeans and not much else. He headed through the kitchen in search of a beer when he crossed paths with Carter.
    “Heads up, your boy’s in a good mood,” Carter rasped conspiratorially, taking a plate laden with reheated steak to the table where Presley was sitting, focused intently on his phone.
    Alek ignored the warning, understanding everything it implied, and opened the fridge. “Little late for supper.”
    “Yeah, well, it’s gonna be a late night. Jamie’s pickin’ me up in ten for practice,” Carter explained. He sawed away at the slab of beef, glancing up when Luka bounded into the room.
    In a pair of loose shorts and bare-chested, Luka tackled Alek from the side, jumping on his back and trying to steal his beer.
    “Getcher own,” Alek complained, holding it out of his reach. “Pest.”
    “Oh, I’m a pest, am I?” The hand Luka had hooked over Alek’s shoulder in a half-hug slipped lower, his thumb dragging deliberately over Alek’s nipple. It was discreet, and the others didn’t seem to notice. Alek did though.
    Under his breath, Alek asked, “What are you doing?”
    “Me? Nothin’.” Luka chuckled darkly. Pulling his hand away from his brother’s nipple, Luka squeezed Alek’s shoulder instead. But before Luka finished backing away and detached his chest from Alek’s back, he caught Alek’s earlobe between his teeth and tugged.
    It sent a pleasant shiver racing down Alek’s spine, and he shook Luka off.
    “Why the good mood, then?”
    “He met someone,” Carter offered, stabbing a chunk of steak and popping it into his mouth. “He won’t shut up about it. Has a date with a pescatarian. Pres had to look it up for him, so he could book a reservation at the appropriate restaurant.”
    Luka wagged a finger at him. “You’re making fun of me. Unless you want Icy Hot in your underpants again, I suggest you be nice.”
    “Ooh, I’m scared,” Carter said in a sing-song tone, pretending to shake in his seat.
    “Dude, I don’t think he’s kidding,” Presley muttered under his breath, adding even lower, “And the last time he did that, you were hollerin’ like a little girl.”
    “Did I ask you, smart ass? Did I?” Carter shut up, though, stuffing his mouth full of steak.
    Alek sat on the beat-up old couch in the space adjoining the eating area. Sipping his beer, when Luka flopped down beside him, Alek threw an arm around Luka’s shoulders and let his legs fall open comfortably.
    For a few minutes they just sat there, side-by-side, relaxed and happy. Carter ate; Presley clicked away at the tiny buttons on his phone and crickets chirped outside. Then, Luka’s hand shifted from where it had been curled up in his lap, crossing over to Alek. He rubbed up Alek’s thigh and palmed the bulge of his brother’s crotch briefly before sliding the hand under the waistband of Alek’s pants.
    Alek exhaled loudly and his head fell back against the couch cushions, his eyes closing. Luka wrapped his fingers around Alek’s shaft, making a tight circle with his thumb and index finger. He squeezed up to the ridge, holding there as he licked his lips, avidly watching the effect he was having on Alek. Alek hissed a little, his flesh still slightly raw and tender from his earlier escapades with Evan.
    “Girl or guy?” Alek grunted in question. Luka’s fingers went to work, seeking out Alek’s trigger spots. Alek loved the particular way Luka’s thumb dragged over the head of his cock. Luka knew Alek’s body at least as well as he did, after all. It was his