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  Raine smiled and nodded and popped the first two buttons on the tight jeans. “We want to see you, Whit. Such fine skin.”

  “Not pretty like you,” he whispered as he started to undo his buttons.

  “No, you're different than us. Your skin is rich, it glows.” Low and rich and right in his ear.

  A soft nod. “In the bar light, we were sitting in the back, watching you.”

  “He wanted to taste you. He said you would smell good.” Grey's fingers were helping him now.

  Raine removed his teacher's tie, letting it fall. “I was right. He knew I would be right.”

  “Yes. I knew.”

  “Yes.” Hands found his skin, stripping away his shirt, leaving him bare.

  He was pretty sure he could come from the sound of their voices alone. He was pretty sure he wanted to try it some time. Right now though, right now he wanted to touch and be touched. He reached out for Raine's skin. Raine was hot, smooth under his hand. So alive—those muscles shifted and twitched, Raine giving him a soft, sweet sigh. “Good, Whit. So good.”

  Drawn to it, his fingers slid over Raine's bejeweled nipple, playing with the hot flesh and the shiny metal shot through it.

  “He came when the barbell slid in, so beautiful.” Raine gasped as Grey spoke, hard cock pushing out the open fly of his jeans. “The woman who pierced him wept.”

  Oh, fuck.

  His own cock was so hard he was hurting, his jeans far too tight. He slid his finger over the barbell again, his other hand sliding down over the beautiful stomach muscles to tentatively touch the hard, eager cock.

  “Oh, yes. Yes.” Raine moaned, so hot under his fingers, so incredibly sensual. Those dark eyes flashed at him, hands opening his jeans.

  “Does he feel good, Raine? His hands?”

  “So soft, so smooth. Oh, Grey ... ‘s good.”

  “Good. Make him come, Whit.” Lips brushed against his neck. “Make him come for us.”

  A shudder went through him and then a second. There was something about Grey telling him what to do that was so sensual, heightening the experience.

  He wrapped his hand around Raine's cock and started to pump, just slowly, while his other hand explored the lean chest, teasing the unpierced nipple and coming back again and again to the barbell. Raine shuddered, gasping—little soft sounds that were addictive and sexy, almost innocent, but not quite. The shaft in his hand throbbed, Raine's nipples tight and hard. He leaned forward and took Raine's nipple into his mouth, grabbing the barbell with his teeth and tugging while his tongue flicked across the peak of the tiny piece of hard flesh.

  “Oh ... Going to come, Whit. Going to...” Raine's hands held his head as Grey's lips slid over the top of his spine. He hummed, mouth vibrating around Raine's nipple, even as his own body vibrated beneath Grey's mouth. Heat splashed over his fingers as Raine's hawk-like cry split the air. Grey groaned, teeth scraping, bright against his skin.

  The smell of Raine's come was sharp and heavy, filling his nose and making him moan. He slid his tongue across Raine's flesh once more and drew back.

  Grey slid one hand down his arm, hand circling his wrist and turning him, drawing his hand up to those soft lips, softer tongue. As he watched, Grey licked him clean, then bit firmly at the base of his thumb. That made him moan and melt against Grey, leaning against the solid body again, this time pressed up against him front to front. Grey leaned close, licking a long line along his jaw, surrounding him in the musk and smoke and spice smell of the silky hair. Rock-firm and strong, not so much as a hint of nervous twitch, Grey's body was made to support, to hold, to touch.

  “He's so sensual, Grey. So trusting, almost liquid.” Raine's voice floated up from his waist, hands easing off his jeans, lips dancing over the small of his back.

  “Mm ... heated cream spiced with nutmeg. Sweet.” Grey's husky growl shuddered through him and then the hot lips fastened over the hollow beneath his ear, pulling steadily.

  When Raine stood, nestled their naked bodies together, Whit realized Grey was still completely dressed, even the soft, supple jacket hiding his body.

  “Your turn?” he asked softly, fingers sliding up along hard muscles beneath the leather jacket.

  Raine's chuckle was sweet, pleased against the nape of his neck. “And you play fair, too. His skin is like silk, Whit, and he can be so still, so beautifully controlled.”

  “Raine...” The warning was clear, as was the warm, sensual laugh against his back.

  “Yes, my Grey.” Their lips met over his shoulder, keeping him caught between them. When the kiss ended, Raine's lips replaced Grey against his neck. “Touch him, Whit. He's like magic.”

  He was hard and melting from the inside out. The way they spoke to each other was almost as good as watching them kiss.

  He pushed his hands up over Grey's shoulders, forcing the leather jacket off and then pulled the tight black t-shirt out of Grey's jeans and slid his hand beneath the soft cotton. Grey felt different to his hands—muscles a bit firmer, skin less smooth, but softer, not as hot. Raine's scent was sweeter, Grey more earthy. The eyes that looked into him were the same, though, dark and deep and rich. Warm.

  He raised his head, searching for a kiss, needing to know if they tasted different, too. A hint of whiskey, of salt, of mint—earth where Raine was sweet water. Not tentative either, Grey's tongue slid deep, lips firm and warm and confident.

  Some small part of him was busy being amazed that two people who looked so alike could be so different, but most of him was just tasting and touching and rubbing against Grey's heat and hardness. Raine was pressed up behind him, keeping him warm, keeping him between them.

  Raine's hands slid down to cup his ass, moved around to trace his hipbones, cup his balls. “So soft, like velvet. Ready to be touched, so ready to feel.”

  Grey moaned into his mouth, lips parting wider at Raine's words. His tongue slid against Grey's, his hands moved over smooth muscles, searching for sensitive spots, his hips moved, pushing his cock along denim.

  With a whimper he moved his hands down, working Grey's belt open, they all needed to be naked, he needed to feel Grey against him as well as Raine.

  Raine's hands moved to help him, stripping Grey without losing contact with his skin. Grey's low, rough voice filled his lips. Finally Whit had what he needed, warm, dark, sweet skin all around him—two hard cocks, two wet tongues, four curious hands searching his body.

  He let his eyes close, let his mind turn off and just felt.

  It felt good.

  They found the bed, moving slow and fluid and together. They ended with Grey curled behind him, long cock sliding lazily between his thighs, lips playing over his hairline. Raine was exploring his body with fingers and tongue, stopping now and again to take Grey's hand and show something that intrigued.

  Once it was the skin above his hipbone. “Grey, so smooth, right here. Feel. So good.”

  Then the mass of curls above his cock. “They curl, Grey. Feels like fur beneath my cheek and I can smell him. Feel, Grey. You could sleep here.”

  The curve of his bottom lip. “Like well-worn silk. Precious. Touch here, my Grey.”

  His inner thigh. His nipple. His jaw. His wrist.

  “Feel. Touch. Oh, here, Grey. Right here, love. So good.”

  He felt special and interesting and unique. He felt like he was a part of them, not excluded or left out. He tried to return the touches and explorations—he wanted to—but Raine kept him distracted and off-balance with the way he touched and the way he talked.

  Grey was moving steadily, the skin of his inner thighs painted by drops of liquid heat. Raine was tasting the inside of his knee when he heard the soft, sweet moan. “Oh ... I can smell Grey on you, Whit. I can...”

  Then Raine's tongue slid over his inner thigh, Grey's cock right there, and they all moaned together. He couldn't catch his breath anymore; he couldn't stop moaning softly, body pushing forward and back into them. Raine's tongue was so hot on his skin, Gr
ey's cock hotter.

  Grey growled low and began moving faster, one hand dropping to pull at his cock. “Hot.”

  Raine's whisper brushed against his balls. “Yes, so hot.”

  He whimpered. He was so close, without even realizing it those soft, easy touches had made him ready.

  Raine was licking and sucking, tongue sliding over his skin as Grey rocked against him. Grey's hand was insistent, the cock between his legs more so. Raine was pushing against his calf, Grey was biting his shoulder. Grey was rumbling and groaning, Raine whispering and moaning. Then Grey was coming and Raine was coming and he was coming.

  The smell of sex and earth and rain filled his room as pleasure filled his body.

  Raine moved up, nuzzling at his neck, offering his lips to Grey, who took them in a long, soft kiss. Then he was offered those swollen, parted lips, dark eyes shining at him. He brought their mouths together, tongue slipping in, eyes staying on Raine's. It felt like the brown eyes were looking right through him; it was exciting and scary, kind of like the twins themselves.

  The kiss lasted for what seemed hours and then faded away, easy and warm. Raine nestled close, hands sliding around to touch Grey. “This was good, Whit. Thank you.”

  “No, thank you. Thank you both.” He lay nestled between them, wishing it could last forever.

  A soft kiss landed on his spine. “Whit needs his sleep, Raine. We should go.”

  “Oh! No, please don't go.” He felt himself blush, from his toes to the top of his head. “I mean ... I was hoping you'd stay for breakfast.”

  Raine licked his jaw. “I like breakfast. Grey?”

  Grey's head lifted and the twins stared at one another. Raine never spoke, simply reached out and stroked Grey's cheek. Then Grey nodded. “Yes.”

  He relaxed, not even having realized he'd been tense. “Good. Good.”

  They settled, Raine's head under his chin, Grey breathing against his shoulder blades. Arms and legs entwined and tangled and it shouldn't be comfortable, shouldn't be easy.

  But it was.

  It had been so long since he'd spent the night with anyone, he didn't expect to be able to sleep, but soon he was floating in a sea of warm soft skin, eyes closed, sinking.

  Buoyed, balanced between two beating hearts, he slept.

  * * * *

  He wasn't sure if he was awake or still dreaming.

  He was warm, so warm, nestled between two bodies, cradled.

  He had to pee.

  Awake. He was definitely awake.

  He carefully extricated himself from the pile of limbs and got up. He looked down at the twins, still not quite believing it was real.

  Raine moaned softly, frowning, and Grey moved immediately. Still sound asleep, the square hands stroked the dark, sleek hair. Grey pulled Raine close, rumbling until the frown disappeared.

  He was about to turn away when he noticed the tattoos. Matching, on their shoulders. A soft shudder went through him, along with arousal. Oh, he wanted to watch them make love to each other. He wanted to make love to them, to find out how alike they were, how different.

  He knew their voices were different, would they have different sweet spots too? Would one want it soft and the other hard? What was their favorite position?

  He fled to the bathroom before he changed his mind. He brushed his teeth while he was there and grabbed the lube and the condoms, just in case.

  When he got back to the bedroom, Raine had turned in Grey's embrace, eyes blinking slowly. He got a sweet, lazy smile, Raine rubbing his cheek against Grey's arm. “Morning.”

  “Morning...” He blushed as he put the condoms and lube on the side table and then climbed onto the bed, facing Raine. Raising one hand, he traced the high cheekbones and sharp nose and then traced the air above Grey's. Exact matches. “You're beautiful.”

  He didn't care how it sounded—it was true.

  Raine pulled his hand down for a kiss. “So are you. So different, so real and new and rich. I wanted to touch you so badly.” Dark eyes gleamed at him.

  He found himself flushing again. The thought that they had watched him, chosen him...

  Raine began licking and kissing the inside of his wrist. “I told Grey you were special. I know things, I know about people and Grey knows me.”

  “Raine...” Grey's voice was sleep-rough. “You'll scare him. Shh.”

  Special? Him? Raine thought he was special. He pressed close, smiling at Raine.

  “Morning, Grey,” he said quietly, just before his lips pressed against Raine's.

  Raine's lips moved against his, still gentle and sleep-warm. After their lips parted, Raine shifted so Grey could take a matching kiss. “Morning, Whit.”

  He slid his hand over their skin, first one and then the other, comparing arms and necks and shoulders.

  Grey's fingers were playing over Raine's body, teasing the pierced nipple with tugs and twists. Raine's fingers were sliding over his back, tickling the top of his cleft. He shivered and pressed close, gasping as his prick encountered another, Raine hot and hard against him.

  “Oh, hungry ... what do you like, Whit? What makes you come?” Raine's voice was dazed, Grey's teeth fastened on the arched neck.

  “Everything?”

  Raine's laugh was warm, sexy and answered by Grey's.

  Grey climbed over them, leaving the bed after stealing a few more kisses. “Bathroom?”

  “Go right and it's the first door on the left.” He watched Grey's hair slide across the top of his ass as he walked out. He made a little sound; oh that was one fine ass.

  Raine hummed. “He is beautiful. You should see him in the window as the sun rises, or swimming, or watching a storm come in.”

  He turned back to Raine, tracing his face again and then the long neck and the nicely muscled chest. “I bet you are, too. And together. Oh...”

  He gave a little shudder and pressed close again.

  “Mm...” Raine started rocking against him. “And you? I would like to see you on black silk sheets, bathing in milk, laughing before the fire drinking wine.”

  “Bathing in milk?” He laughed, but the sound was turned into more of a giggle as his breath caught in his throat.

  “Yes. It's like silk against your skin and you would look decadent.” Raine rolled with a low moan, pulling him atop the warm body, strong thighs parting as they moved together. “Your skin would glow.”

  “Oh...” He rocked against Raine, making a soft noise as their cocks slid together. “You and Grey would look amazing though—all that dark skin. Have you really bathed in milk?”

  “Twice. For our birthday. Grey surprised me.” Raine smiled, tongue sliding out. “I like to play, like to try new things.”

  A tongue slid up his thigh, startling him. “He looked beautiful with the cream sliding on his skin. The pictures are stunning.”

  “Oh...” He arched back into Grey's mouth and then slid forward along Raine's cock. “Pictures?” He shuddered at the thought. “Oh, I want to see them.”

  Raine blushed, twisting beneath him, cock hot and hard. “We take lots of photos, Whit ... He ... they're amazing. You can come to the loft and see.”

  “Oh, God...” He moved faster, watching Raine's face, excited beyond thought, beyond anything but rubbing and feeling as he imagined pictures of the two of them, together, on their own, doing things...

  “Whit ... Whit ... your eyes are like honey ... Oh, Grey, want to lick honey off his cock, want to drink it from the hollow of his hips...” Raine groaned, hips pushing hard.

  Grey's body covered his, breath hot on his spine. “So spoiled, my Raine.”

  The things Raine said ... they were outrageous and hot and he really liked it. They all moved together, skin and cocks, heat and hardness, all pressed and pressing and sliding. He thought Raine came first, but it might have been Grey. Or maybe it was him, because his cry sounded at the same time as theirs.

  He let his head rest on Raine's shoulder, breath slowing, Grey's weight heavy o
n him. He could get used to this, to being in between these two.

  Raine's laugh warmed the air. “Well, that made for a good morning. What's for breakfast?”

  Grey groaned, kissing his shoulder. “You should have let him sleep. He's awake now. He doesn't nap well. Never did.”

  “I didn't mean to wake you guys up.” He laughed softly and closed his eyes for a moment. “Though I have to admit, I'm happy I did.”

  Raine chuckled, eyes bright. “Oh, Grey needs coffee or he rumbles. If he could, he'd sleep ten hours a day and then sleep some more. Our bed is his favorite place.”

  “I can see why, with you in it.” Oh, he really needed to do something about that say everything that crossed his mind thing.

  Raine cheeks flushed and he was given a soft kiss. “Thank you.”

  “No thank you—thank you both. For letting me share.”

  Grey's weight left him and then a damp cloth cleaned his back. Raine was smiling. “I told you. I knew it would be good with you, Whit.”

  He gave Raine a kiss and then rolled off him, letting Grey clean him and his twin. He watched the dark hand against his own pale stomach, and against Raine's dark muscles.

  Felt his cock twitch.

  Raine pulled Grey down for a kiss when they were clean. “You take such good care of me, my Grey.” Then they shared another kiss, and another and another, those dark, sleek bodies moving against other so naturally.

  He shifted away a little, as softly as possible and just watched them moving together. He'd been right about how hot they would look together. He slid his hand down his own body, fingers wrapping around the base of his cock.

  Raine's hands moved through Grey's hair, letting it fall through his fingers. Grey moaned into their kiss, hand sliding beneath Raine to pull them closer together. Dark skin moved against dark skin, Whit occasionally catching a glimpse of the two long, hard cocks sliding together. He pumped his own cock, moaning softly. They were beautiful together, so beautiful it almost hurt. Raine's legs parted, wrapping around Grey's waist. Grey shivered, hips moving faster, the hunger between them obvious, delicious.

  He was so close, just from watching, from hearing and smelling them.