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

standing to get a better view. His chair almost toppled over as it got shoved back.
    “Sit down,” Carter hissed at him.
    “Nuh-uh,” Presley mumbled, raising his phone, probably intending to record the action for posterity.
    Carter did a double take before trying to grab the thing from Presley’s hand. “Gimme that. What’s the matter with you? Don’t encourage them.”
    It didn’t take long for Luka to come. He was really wound up and, thanks to experience—as well as his familiarity with Luka’s body, a mirror of his own—Alek knew just how to finish him off quick and easy. Just the right amount of suction and speed, pressure by rubbing his tongue just so, and he pushed all of Luka’s buttons.
    Luka’s brow and nose scrunched up. His mouth fell open and he bucked up into Alek’s mouth, crying out in a building crescendo. He made a choked-off, hard grunt, thrusting one last time before becoming instantly boneless on the couch, letting go of Alek’s head and just lying there as Alek sucked him soft.
    Pulling off with a wet, obscene slurp, Alek wiped his chin. He noticed Luka’s peaceful, sated expression and, seeing his work was done, Alek helpfully tucked him back into his pants. Sparing his other roommates a brief, disinterested glance, Alek grabbed his beer and moved to stand. As Alek leveraged himself off the seat and straightened, Luka’s left hand swung around, directing a firm, stinging slap to the thickest part of Alek’s ass.
    “Good job!” Luka praised Alek deliriously, slurring a little.
    “Yep,” Alek agreed, bowing slightly to his captive audience, finishing his drink and swishing the beer around his mouth to wash down the remnants of Luka’s come. The empty bottle was tossed into the bin as Alek shuffled tiredly through the door toward the stairs.

    Presley, still standing dumbly by the table, watched Alek until he was gone from sight. Then his gaze slid right back to Luka. Carter snorted, chuckling, “Good job,” shaking his head and taking a last bite of food.
    Right at that moment, Jamie knocked twice on the back door. Without waiting for an answer, he pushed the door open and stuck his head in. “Hey, Raed, you ’bout ready to go? Wanna get there by midnight. Raed?” He looked around, saw Luka sprawled on the couch and called happily, “Oh, hey, Luka.”
    “’Sup, Jamie,” Luka mumbled with the same loud, dazed enthusiasm, raising an arm and throwing him a peace sign without looking up or moving a muscle.
    “Presley. How’s it goin?” Jamie said, saluting the statuesque black man standing for no apparent reason with a horrified yet enchanted expression. “Raed. Hey, Raed!”
    “Huh?” Carter muttered finally, gradually returning to his senses.
    “Let’s go!” Jamie shouted. “Grab your guitar. Move it!”
    “Sure,” Carter grunted, scooping up his plate and high-tailing it out of there before any more weird shit could happen.
    When they were gone, and it was just Presley and Luka, Presley said sternly to his friend, “I am truly ashamed of you, man.” His voice wavered slightly.
    “Oh, me too,” Luka agreed, flapping a hand at him. “Totally. I feel really, um,” he yawned. “Really guilty about that.” He bowed his back to stretch out a kink in it and rubbed a hand down over his shorts, adjusting himself through the material. “That was...
mm
... terrible. From now on,
pfft
! Just say no to awesome, random blowjobs.” His hand sliced through the air, definitively. “Done.” After a moment, he added, “You get any of that on the phone?”
    “Yeah. Don’t tell Carter,” Presley murmured, tucking it into his pocket and walking away.
    “Cool. Send it to me,” Luka shouted after him, settling into the cushions and giving in to the pull of sleep.

Chapter 7
Wake Up Call
    Evan poked at the bizarre looking but fantastic smelling food on his plate and tried to become invisible through the sheer force of will.
    It didn’t work. Brennan was still