Page 19 of For Your Heart
It makes my growing libido go haywire. I’m not sure which my overly frazzled and horny teenage body likes more—his hands on me or mine on him. Simon has known we’re gay since we were eleven and I don’t think it’s ever occurred to him to be bothered by our closeness.
There was no hesitation in telling him because we shared everything. When he came into our lives, it was natural just to fit him between us. Declan and I were always close. It’s hard not to be when we’re identical twins that had at one time been a single organism. As kids, we were always in physical contact. Sometimes it was just a brush of our shoulders, our linked pinkies, or something.
But we needed that contact to feel settled. Otherwise it was like a tornado was going off in my mind, a hurricane in Declan’s, and together we were a lot of chaos, both mentally and externally. We learned how to self soothe early and that was with each other.
Simon came along and he became part of that. As if our single set of organized cells didn’t just break into two, but into three individuals, and someone took that third copy away. We found our way back to each other, but it was different now. He wasn’t the third brother he was supposed to be—he was something more, something else entirely.
Something we were obsessed with.
He fits perfectly between Declan and me. I stare at him, his eyes closed, as I brush my fingertips through his hair. He nearly purrs. Melts completely into us. The sound he makes goes straight to my eager cock.
I try to ignore it. Simon doesn’t seem to care. But for fuck’s sake, it’s not fair that our body’s sex switch gets turned on so young. What am I supposed to do with this now?
So I ignore it and continue to smooth his hair back. I can feel Declan’s hands rubbing over his skin. Softly. Gentle caresses. It’s like my hands are there, too. Feeling his silky skin under the pads of my fingers. The way it’s heated from the sun.
Simon’s leg moves up and I shift to let him get comfortable. His leg goes between mine and I have to stifle a groan. I’m fine. Everything is fine. My stupid, overactive dick can take a damn chill pill.
Declan snorts and I know he’s not only fighting the same thing I am, but he’s amused at my internal monologue.
I think I’m going to kiss him.
“We always kiss him.”
His answer makes me smirk. He knows what I mean. I can feel the way his heartbeat kicks up a little at the prospect.
“I think you’re happy,” Simon jokes. I’m not sure which he’s talking to. There’s a smile on his lips. There’s always an easy smile on his perfect fucking lips.
“It’s impossible to turn this thing off,” Declan complains.
Simon laughs, but we’ve both noticed that he doesn’t seem to have the same issues we do. When he first pointed out that we were always hard now, he just shrugged that maybe his lack of arousal was due to being surrounded by the two of us. “I’m not into guys the way you are. Why would I get turned on?”
It was dampening but not off-putting. Besides, he was still sandwiched between us, not at all upset that our growing hard-ons were pressed against his ass and hip.
Growing up is a pain in the ass. Or in the crotch. Whichever. When you lose control of your damn body, it’s a nightmare. Popping a woody in class for no reason? In the grocery store? Walking to school? Hell, at the fucking dinner table with your parents? Yep, welcome to being a teenage boy! I almost envied being a girl. Sure, they have to curl up in a ball every month while their bodies tear themselves apart and bleed everywhere, but at least they can hide their arousal.
Okay, no. I don’t want that. I’d rather deal with my errant dick. Damn thing.
“Simon,” I say, digging my hand into his hair and pulling his face up.
He opens his eyes and my dick twitches. Something he notices since, as I said, it’s pressed against his thigh. “You going to take care of that?”
“No,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “Be glad boys don’t turn you into a nympho.”
“You aren’t a nympho.” He laughs. “You haven’t had sex yet, Damon. You don’t even know if you’re going to like it.”
Declan snorts. “What’s not to like about an orgasm?”
Simon rolls his eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask.
“You asked him?!”
I ignore my brother in favor of studying Simon’s amusement. “You kiss me all the time. Why are you asking me now?”
Yes, but those are the same kisses I give my parents. My brother. Licking my lips, I nod. Just once. A single bob. Then I pull his mouth to mine.
And hold him there. I feel his eyes widen more than I see it. His surprise. The way his hands still and then tense. But it all goes away as he sighs against my lips.
