Chapter Eight

 

 

“I WANT to go out, Chrissy. Let’s go dancing.”

Chris sighed, shook his head. “So go out.”

“Bitch, I want you to come with me.”

“I’m tired.” And really trying to be perfect and not give Brian any reason to doubt or distrust him.

“You’re a pussy.” Rob leaned over, head landing in Chris’s lap. “Is he taking it bad?”

“You mean the whole ‘I’m a lying fuckhead’ thing?” At Rob’s nod Chris shook his head. “No. I think he’s more wigged about the getting hurt part.”

“Well….”

Chris rolled his eyes. “Don’t start with me, Rob.”

“It’s my job.”

“You’re not my doctor.” He didn’t want to get into this with Rob right now, not with Brian in the other room.

“I’m your brother.”

“No shit.”

Brian came down the hall, running a comb through his hair. “Hey, guys, I was thinking we could go out for dinner or something, seeing as it’s Rob’s last night. What do you think?”

“Sounds perfect.” Rob held Chris’s gaze, the mixture of aggravation and love and worry zinging between them.

“Am I interrupting some sort of twin-bonding thing or something?” Brian asked, looking between them.

“No.”

Rob rolled his eyes. “Chrissy was reminding me we are related.”

Brian laughed, eyes dancing. “Forget often, do you?”

“Chris does, yeah. Forgets how much we love him.”

Chris rolled his eyes. What was this? Guilt Trips “R” Us? “I do not.”

Brian came to his rescue. “He doesn’t forget stuff. He gets focused. It’s part of what makes him so good.” There was a whole lot of pride in Brian’s voice.

“One-track mind.”

“Two,” Brian reminded Rob with a wink. “So what do you guys want to do?”

“Let’s go play. Have you two gone dancing much? Chris dances like a fucking dream.”

“Oh, that could be fun.” Brian smiled right at him. “We haven’t danced at all, but given how Chris moves, I can believe he’s an amazing dancer.”

“Not at all? You have to be kidding. Chrissy! Take your man dancing!”

“Hey, focused, remember.” Brian’s hand landed on his shoulder, warm and solid, sliding over his muscles. “We’ve been kind of busy getting Chris ready to wow the gymnastics world.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. There is more to life than sex and gymnastics.”

Chris got tickled, started laughing at his twin and the look on Brian’s face.

Brian swatted him gently. “Don’t get any ideas. Tonight’s an aberration. That more stuff? We can do that when you retire.” He winked at Chris and squeezed his shoulder.

“Well, then. Maybe I should get drunk tonight.” He hopped up, kissed Brian hard. Hell, if they were going to go play, he was game. “Let me get changed.”

“Oooh. Can I borrow something?” Rob was right behind him.

“I have a couple of going-out-type shirts,” Chris answered, leading the way into the bedroom he shared with Brian. “Help yourself.”

Brian came in as well, looking bemused. “There’s a dress code for dancing?” He glanced down at his own jeans and T-shirt. “I don’t have anything fancy. And no getting so drunk you get hungover—hangovers and the vault are a sucky combination.”

Chris eyed Brian up and down slowly, eating up the long, fine lines that still spoke of years and years of hard work. “You look fine.”

Brian beamed at him and stood a little straighter, and was that a flex, the tummy muscles all tightened up for him? “So do you.”

“Yeah?” He reached out, stroked Brian’s belly.

“No fair! No touching while the older brother’s in the room!”

Brian smiled at that, but his eyes were serious as they gazed into Chris’s. “Yeah.”

Then Brian brushed Chris’s belly and brought their lips together gently. “I can’t wait to dance with you.”

“Mmm. Then let’s go. This T-shirt’s clean.” And tight.

“You ready, Rob?” Brian asked, eyes still on Chris, fingers slowly circling his navel through his T-shirt.

“You two are obscene. I swear, I’d better find somebody tonight.”

Chris’s cheeks heated, but he couldn’t hide his grin.

Brian chuckled. “You’d think we spent all our time making out naked in front of him, the way he goes on.”

“He’s spoiled rotten.”

Brian laughed, bright and happy, and gave him a quick kiss.

“We should go before I decide I’d rather stay in.” Brian’s eyes were enough to set him on fire. “Of course, I have no idea where we’re going to go find this dancing….”

“You two are hopeless.” Rob sighed and grabbed Chris’s laptop off the bedside table. He plopped onto the bed and was soon tip-tapping and humming. “How about Zio’s? It’s got a pizza joint on the bottom floor, bar and dancing on the second.”

“I don’t think we’ve had pizza since we came here. I live with a carb Nazi.” Brian winked at Chris. “Zio’s it is. Have you got an address, Rob?”

“It’s over by that little strip mall on the highway. The GLBT News said new, trendy, gay-friendly.”

“Cool, I can get us there.” Brian slid an arm across Chris’s shoulders and headed them for the front door. “Are you ready to be gay-friendly?”

Oh. Oh, maybe Brian was right. Maybe they shouldn’t. Maybe…. “You can dance with Rob, if you think that’s better….”

“What?” Brian stopped and frowned at him. “It was just a joke, Chris. I mean, I like Rob well enough, but you’re the only one I want to dance with.”

“Yeah? I mean, I know it can be an issue. I wouldn’t want to ruin things for us.”

“It can. But I haven’t been deliberately hiding you away or anything. There hasn’t been time for going out. I don’t want to hide like we have something to be ashamed of or are doing something wrong. Because we aren’t doing anything wrong. Are some people going to try and kick up a fuss? Oh yeah, the minute you go out there and start winning, assholes like Serens are going to try and stir up trouble, but coaches marrying athletes has lots of precedent.” Brian blushed suddenly. “Coaches getting involved with athletes, I mean. Just look at all those skaters.”

Chris grinned, grabbed Brian’s hand. “Okay, then. Dancing.”

Married? Right. Still, long-term worked. For real.

Brian’s hand squeezed his. “I won’t even step on your toes.”

They headed out to the car, Brian’s hand remaining in his. “I’m still stuck on you going for pizza without a fight.” There was a teasing light in Brian’s eyes.

“I’ll just eat the cheese and meat off the top.”

Rob groaned. “That’s blasphemy.”

Brian laughed, though, and bumped their hips together. “There’s the Chris I know and love.”

They piled into the car, and Brian headed east. After a couple of minutes, he asked, “Have you enjoyed your week, Rob?”

“I have. I maintain that Chris needs more carbs and a hobby, but besides that? It’s all good.”

Asshole. Chris snorted, rolled his eyes. “I’m glad you approve.”

“Oh, I so do.”

Brian slid a hand over to squeeze Chris’s thigh before returning it to the wheel. “What’s your hobby, Rob?”

“Men.” Chris and Rob spoke simultaneously; then their laughter filled the car.

“I hope we haven’t cramped your style too much this week.” Brian pulled into the parking lot and shot a grin at Rob. “I mean, we must seem boring to you—all work.”

Chris almost choked. “Oh God, Bri. He’s pulling your leg. Honest. Robbie works eighty to a hundred hours a week at the hospital.”

Nobody worked harder than Rob.

“Oh, you mean the pot’s calling the kettle black, is he?”

Brian parked and turned off the engine. “Not that I’m surprised to hear it—no reason not to believe your twin would be as… focused as you are.”

“I’m not focused. I’m busy.” Rob hopped out of the car, dragging Chris along with him. “C’mon, bro. Pizza.”

Chris rolled his eyes but followed. The place smelled fabulous.

They settled into a booth, Brian sitting easy and loose next to him, smiling almost indulgently at him and Rob.

Rob ordered sausage and mushroom, and Brian got pepperoni. Chris grinned as he ordered the big salad that came topped with all the meaty goodness. “God, I’m such a girl.”

Brian gave him a heated look. “You don’t look like a girl to me. But I will have to insist you have at least a small slice of my pizza. It’s a crime to come in here and not have that much.”

Rob nodded. “It smells heavenly, bro. Honest to God, these breadsticks are better than sex.”

“Then you haven’t been having enough sex, Robbie.”

Chris laughed as Rob stuck his tongue out and kicked him under the table.

Brian’s laughter joined his, and Brian snagged one of the breadsticks in question and bit off the top.

“Oh God, he wasn’t that far off the mark. You have to have at least a bit of this. It’s still warm, even.” Brian held the breadstick up to Chris’s lips.

“I don’t need—” He was interrupted by the bread as Brian pushed it into his mouth, and he moaned. Oh. Butter. Garlic. Good.

Fucking delicious.

No fair.

Brian took another bite and made little moaning noises, almost sexual, and then pushed the breadstick back against Chris’s lips again.

“Eat up and enjoy. I’ll make sure you work it off later tonight, I promise.” Brian whispered the words in his ear and followed them by nibbling Chris’s earlobe for a second, like a vow.

“Boys, boys. No dining table porn.” Rob chuckled, grinning as their cute little waiter came back with salad. “We’ll need more breadsticks. The boys think they’re better than sex.”

“Yeah?” The waiter grinned at Rob, giving him a look. “And what do you think?”

“I think I’d have to have a little more sex, to make sure I made the right decision.”

Chris blinked at Rob. Little slut.

Their waiter grinned and leaned against their table. “That sounds prudent. Although you seem to be lacking the major ingredient. A partner.”

“You noticed that.” Rob shifted, tilted his head. “You’re very observant.”

Chris groaned. “I’m going to hurl.”

Rob kicked him. Hard.

Brian coughed, though judging by the way he stuffed a mouthful of salad in, Chris suspected the choke had been a laugh in disguise.

The waiter ignored them, flashing Rob a bright smile and almost, but not quite, batting his eyelashes. “I am. I mean, I noticed you, after all.”

“You did.” Chris tried not to gag as Rob started flirting madly, hinting about dancing upstairs and dark corners. The man was a horndog.

Completely.

He leaned toward Brian and whispered, “I’m sorry. He’s harmless, honest.”

“I think our waiter’s hoping otherwise,” Brian whispered back, grinning.

“So, I’m Stu, in case you need anything else. I’ll have your pizzas out in a jiffy.”

Stu took a last lingering look at Rob and then headed back to the kitchen, ass sashaying.

“You are shameless!”

“He’s sexy!”

“He’s twelve!”

“He’s well-hung and interested!”

“He’s willing to sleep with a guy he served pizza to!”

Brian chortled, outright laughing at them.

“You’re not helping, Bri.” Chris reached over, goosed Brian’s thigh.

“Sure he is. I hook up with Stu, you two can hump in the living room.”

Brian yelped at his goosing and poked him in the side, still laughing. “Sorry, but the two of you are a hoot. And I admit I’m impressed—I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone pick up the pizza boy before, at least not that fast.”

“I am talented, man.” Rob grinned and winked. “Besides, I’m a doctor. A catch. Someone you want to take home to Mother.”

Chris almost choked on his beer. “For fuck’s sake. You want a blow job in the break room, not a partner.”

“Stu’s mouth definitely looked fuckable,” Brian noted, giving Chris a wink and trying to slide out of goosing range.

“Brian!”

He grinned as Rob hooted, all of them finally busting out with laughter.

They were still chuckling when Stu came back with Chris’s huge salad and the pizzas.

Stu served them and then gave Rob a long once-over. “I told the cook to make your pizza special. I think you’ll find it nice and spicy.”

Chris saw Brian bite his cheek.

“Mmm….” Chris looked away as Rob preened. God. Gross. Rob was…. Ew. So not sexy.

Brian’s eyes were dancing as he smiled at Chris, looking amused as heck.

“I get off at nine.” Stu chuckled. “Well, I get to leave here at nine. I’m hoping to get off upstairs soon after that.”

Brian rolled his eyes at Chris.

“I’ll be up there, looking for a dancing partner.”

“Don’t look too hard until I get there.”

Stu gave Rob another scorching look and flounced off again.

Brian chuckled and took a slice of pizza from his plate. “Okay, is it safe to eat now?”

“Maybe. I still might hurl.” Chris picked at his salad, rolling his eyes at Rob. “Do you have to be so obvious?”

“Chrissy, I’m only here another twenty hours. I can’t be picky.”

“I guess this is what we get for keeping him locked in the apartment.” Brian grinned, cutting a piece of pizza in half and sliding one part over to him before grabbing his original piece and taking a bite.

“Oh wow. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had pizza in I don’t know how long, but this is awesome. Eat some, Chris. Really.”

Chris nodded, grabbed the half slice and started eating, moaning around the cheese-sauce-meat-crust. Oh Christ.

Brian grinned and slid the second half over. “We need to come to a compromise on this carb thing. Maybe a meal once a week where you indulge.” Then he added quietly, “Because it’s wrong that I’m getting hard watching you eat.”

Chris’s cheeks flamed, but he ate the rest of his slice, didn’t he? Moaning and humming over each bite.

Brian continued eating, but Chris could feel Brian’s eyes on him, eating him up, every sound Chris made making Brian wriggle.

When they were done, Brian’s hand came to rest on his thigh, the heat in Brian’s eyes promising some very good dancing to come.

“You ready to go up?”

Rob was almost bouncing. “If he’s not, I am. It’s ten till nine. Move. Move.”

Brian’s chuckle was husky. He left some bills on the table and nodded. “I’m ready.” His eyes met Chris’s again. “I’m very ready.”

“Let’s go play, then.” Chris leaned on the cool vinyl of the tabletop. “I hear gymnasts are very flexible.”

Brian laughed, eyes dancing. “I know they are. God, I can’t wait to see you move to music—to move with you.”

Rob made a noise and Brian grinned. “After we had to watch you pick up our waiter, you can put up with a little bit of flirting from us.”

“A little bit? I’ve been watching you two go at it all week!”

“Shut up, Robbie.” Chris couldn’t stop smiling. Dancing. Too fucking fun.

Brian laughed and wrapped an arm around his waist, leading the way to the stairs at the back of the restaurant, which boasted a sign promising dancing above.

The music was booming and throbbing, Chris’s hips already moving as they climbed. When they reached the top, he led Brian straight through the room to the dance floor.

Brian’s eyes were still hot for him as they turned to face each other, bodies moving to the bass beat. Chris felt like the center of attention, like the sexiest guy there, from the way Brian looked at him.

It worked for him too. He closed his eyes and threw his head back as he shifted, hips moving to the beat. Brian’s hands slid onto his waist, echoing his motion. Brian’s body radiated heat as Brian came closer, almost rubbing them together. Oh man. Chris had never felt this before, felt Brian move, felt his strength and flexibility outside of sex. He approved.

One song flowed into another, Brian moving with him, against him, sweat shining on Brian’s skin.

“I could do this all night.” He grabbed Brian’s hip, drawing him close.

“I don’t have anywhere else to be.” Brian’s lips slid against his for a moment, hip bumping him, rubbing up against his cock before Brian backed away again.

The music changed then, slowing, becoming sensual and slinky, and Brian once again moved in close, hands sliding around Chris’s waist as their bodies met. The lights dimmed, the crowd slowing, gyrating and rubbing, moving.

Their bodies moved like they were fucking, hips connecting, circling. It was sexy and hot, and it was more intense for being in a crowd of people. Chris slid his hands down Brian’s belly, the sweat making Brian’s tight T-shirt cling to each and every muscle. Brian panted against Chris’s lips, a low groan vibrating his muscles against Chris’s fingers.

“Hot.” It was. So hot. So sexy. Chris started to ache a little, belly to balls, a warm, good feeling that flooded him.

Brian nodded, the movement brushing their lips together. “Sexy.”

One hand slid to the small of Chris’s back, Brian holding him close.

Chris groaned, gasped a little as his cock jerked and throbbed. “Yeah, Bri. We have to do this again.”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.” Brian swallowed, swaying them together. “Gotta admit I’m ready to get home, though. Want you.”

“Yeah.” He grinned a little, cheek against Brian’s. “It’s kind of nice, though. Waiting. Anticipating.”

Brian nodded, his hand on Chris’s back drifting down a bit to stroke the top of Chris’s ass. “It’s nice too, knowing I’m going home with you and waking up with you. You know what I mean? Not wondering.”

“Um-hum. Nothing like a sure thing.” He arched a little, hips rolling.

Brian groaned. “You’re more than just a sure thing.”

The music changed again, the beat picking up to something bouncy, but Brian stayed close, hips moving a little faster now.

“Yeah? More than just your gymnast?”

“A whole lot more.” Brian’s lips met his again, the kiss holding for a moment or two. “You know that, right?”

“Yeah. I do.” He grinned against Brian’s mouth, heart pounding a little faster.

“Good.” Brian had stopped dancing altogether and sort of swayed against Chris, lips opening his for another kiss.

They could have stayed like that forever had someone not pushed against them, reminding them where they were.

Brian smiled wryly and moved Chris closer to the edge of the dance floor. “You want to stay a bit longer? Or see if Rob’s ready to go yet?”

“We’ll give Rob cab fare.” Chris was ready to get to bed.

“I bet he goes home with the pizza boy.” Brian winked and grabbed his hand, led him off the dance floor, looking around for Rob.

“I bet he ends up with rug burn in unmentionable places.” Of course the thought of Robbie having to suffer sitting in a plane all the way back to Maryland was obscenely pleasant.

Brian grinned and then frowned, tugging Chris into a corner where they had a good vantage over the rest of the club. “I can’t see him anywhere, can you? Would he have left without letting you know?”

“No.” Rob was a jackass, but that simply wouldn’t happen. Period. He squinted, staring at the flashing strobe lights, looking for his twin.

“Maybe he’s in the men’s room.” Brian craned his neck and then pointed to a hall that presumably led to the bathrooms. Grabbing Chris’s hand, Brian tugged him along in that direction, pulling him close as they had to cross the crowded dance floor again, bringing him up against his solid back.

If he hadn’t been worried about Rob, Chris would have been able to appreciate the sensation a little more. Brian was solid and strong, ass tight as hell against him.

They stumbled off the dance floor together, and Brian headed toward the bathrooms, holding on tight to his hand. The lighting was dim along the corridor, couples necking and possibly more up against the wall.

“If we get somewhere quiet, I can call him.”

“Okay. The bathroom should do. I mean, he could be in one of these couples, but I can’t tell, and I don’t think breaking folks apart to check would be appreciated.” Brian gave him a wry grin and tugged him into the men’s room. It was noisy with moans and grunts and reeked of sex, and Brian actually blushed. “Reminds me of our first time.”

“Our first time was a little less… glory hole.”

Brian’s eyes met his, the look hot. “Yeah. More… sheer need. God, make the call already. I want to take you home.”

“’Kay.” Chris punched speed dial, one finger in his ear. Come on, Rob. Answer your fucking phone.

It rang and rang, but finally he got a click and a “What?”

“Where are you?”

“On the roof, getting the world’s best fucking blow job. What. Do. You. Want?”

“To go home and get the same, asshole. We’re leaving.”

“I’ve got cab fare. Go. Love you. Later.”

Click.

“Are we good to go?” Brian asked, wincing as banging and the most outrageous groaning noises came from one of the stalls.

Brian wasn’t even waiting for an answer, though, already tugging him out of there.

“What? You don’t want to get porny with the bathroom boys?” He blinked as a camera flash caught him on the way toward the dance floor. Wow. Bright.

Still, he didn’t miss the decisive shake of Brian’s head, despite the spots in his vision. Brian spoke against his ear. “I’m not sharing you with anyone.”

“No one?” That sounded fine to him.

“Not one single solitary soul.”

Brian practically dragged him back across the dance floor until they hit the stairs and started down.

“I don’t mean to get all he-man on you, Chris, but the idea of anyone else touching you makes my skin crawl.”

“Well, I’ll make sure to tell all my other lovers.” He looked up and winked.

Brian stopped and blinked at him for a moment and then laughed, tugging him up against his chest. “You do that.” Their lips met in a hard kiss, Brian’s tongue pushing in.

Oh. Yum. Chris’s world swung a little, tilting on its axis. “Better than pizza.”

Brian beamed at him and nodded. “Come on. Home. Before I decide I can’t wait after all.”

“I’m with you, man.” He turned and headed on down, grin almost splitting his face. He was on the verge of taking a step when someone behind them came barreling along, catching him in the temple with an elbow, the lights suddenly bright and huge as he stumbled forward, feet searching for the next riser.

The lights went out before he found it.