Skylar glared at the bathroom door as he listened to the water running. He didn’t have to be here. He could easily leave. He could call Jessie right now and he could go over to her dorm and blow off some steam.
At least that’s what he told himself. But he knew better. If he wasn’t here when Tyler got out of that shower, there was going to be a meltdown. Tyler had sounded so confident before he’d walked into the shower. He knew Skylar was going to give him what he wanted. He’d even had the nerve to say it! As if Skylar himself didn’t already know the answer.
He sighed as he pushed himself back onto the bed, letting his eyes close as he scrubbed a hand through his mussed hair and down his face. Fuck this shit. He knew that bet was going to come back to bite him in the ass later. He hadn’t necessarily expected this, but he’d known at the time that it was a bad idea. But when he gave pushback, Tyler got upset. And Skylar hated seeing his brother upset.
Like now. He wanted to say no. He wanted to get out of here. He knew the best answer was to leave and let Tyler see that he wasn’t going to stop existing if Skylar didn’t fix the problem. But Skylar was incapable of letting Tyler suffer. Because he knew this was all his fault. If he’d have just left well enough alone, Tyler wouldn’t be here dealing with all of this right now. But he couldn’t stop believing he’d been selfish. And now, he needed to do whatever he could to make sure his brother was okay.
He lay still in the bed, eyes closed, when the water turned off. The bed dipped slightly, and he felt fingers trailing up his leg, sending shivers through him. Skylar squeezed his eyes tighter, trying to block out the reality of the moment. He had to do this. He owed it to Tyler.
When he felt his brother’s forehead press against his jaw, damp hair brushing against his skin, he wasn’t sure if he was trying to escape or inviting him closer. It was a fine line, and at this point, it was anyone’s guess.
“Sky,” Tyler breathed, his voice thick with longing. “I missed you. Please don’t be mad at me? I just… need you so much.” His lips found the juncture of Skylar’s jaw and neck, sucking the skin gently, igniting a flicker of warmth that made Skylar’s breath hitch. “Please? Let me taste you. Wanna make you feel good.”
Tears prickled behind his closed lids, but he fought them back. This wasn’t Tyler’s fault. He couldn’t separate their relationships anymore. “Y-Yeah,” he whispered, voice trembling as he swallowed thickly. “Okay.”
A wide smile spread across Tyler’s face, and his teeth grazed Skylar’s jaw before trailing downward, lips pressing against his collarbone, then just above the taut skin of his nipple, moving lower, kissing each abdominal ridge. Skylar felt his body tremble under the touch, a mix of pleasure and confusion.
Though Tyler had never done this before, the determination in his eyes was palpable. He remembered the countless videos he’d watched, each one a lesson in anticipation and desire. He could do this.
He dipped his head, letting the tip of his nose trace the outline of Skylar’s cock, clearly visible through the fabric. Skylar’s body jerked involuntarily, and Tyler’s gaze shot up, searching for permission. Skylar’s eyes remained tightly shut, brows knit together in concentration—he was enjoying this. Encouraged, Tyler leaned down, mouthing along the outline of his brother’s dick before sucking just the tip into his mouth, the fabric growing warm and damp beneath his touch.
Skylar’s body tightened, teeth clenched so hard he feared they’d break. His hand fisted the sheets, knuckles white and fingers cramping, yet he pushed through. He had to do this for Tyler. He tried to relax, focusing on anything other than the reality of who was between his legs.
Fingers dipped into the waistband of Skylar’s shorts, tugging at the mesh polyester. “Lift up for me,” Tyler instructed, his voice low and commanding. Skylar complied, lifting his hips, allowing Tyler to drag his shorts and boxers down over his plump ass, letting them pool around his knees.
As Tyler took in his brother’s full glory, he felt a rush of awe. Skylar was absolutely perfect—the V of his waist leading directly to a dark, well-groomed patch of hair above his thick, veiny member. The way his cock hung loosely to the left, the tip slightly glistening from Tyler’s earlier ministrations, made Tyler’s breath catch in his throat.
Desire coursed through him, nearly overwhelming. He quickly pushed Skylar’s shorts and underwear down further, tossing them aside as if they were nothing. Gripping Skylar’s thighs, he parted them slightly, settling in between his legs. “You’re perfect,” he breathed, eyes wide with longing.
“Shut up.” Skylar’s response was sharp. The words bit at the air, but beneath them lay a current of tension. He was trying so hard to disconnect from reality, but Tyler’s voice, filled with awe and desire, made it nearly impossible. The cool air brushed against his exposed skin, sending shivers through him, and he fought to silence the conflicting emotions swirling inside.
Another smile came to Tyler’s face at his brother’s words. “Make me,” he teased. His head dropped again, nuzzling against Skylar’s pubic hair. His hand coiled around the base of Skylar’s cock, stroking lazily, teasing his brother.
Again, Skylar’s body seized. He wasn’t sure if it was from panic or pleasure. Confusion swirled inside him, threatening to break him. “Jesus,” he breathed, pressing his head back against the headboard. He tried to imagine that this was Jessie with him, but it was hard. The hand was too big — too rough. And thinking about Jessie only made him feel like shit.
How could he do this to her? He loved her. Yet, here he was allowing someone else — his brother — to touch him like this. War was raging inside of him, each side fighting for dominance. On the one hand, he was betraying his girlfriend. The woma he loved. But on the other hand, he was betraying his brother. His twin. His family. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. And he had no idea how to get out of it.
Still, he was human, and his body responded to the sensation of what was happening to him. “Ungh…” he moaned softly as Tyler jerked his wrist on the upstroke, pleasure spiking through him. And when Tyler lowered his head and took the tip of his dick into his mouth, Skylar saw white. His fists tightened in the sheets, his body so tight it ached.
Tyler’s eyes darted to Skylar’s face once more, studying him. Slowly, he took more of Skylar into his mouth, letting his tongue lead the way, tracing the veins on the underside of Skylar’s dick. He let out a soft moan, the action vibrating against the hard flesh in his mouth, drawing another moan from his brother’s throat.
As he continued to take more of Skylar into his mouth, Tyler stroked the part of Skylar’s cock that he couldn’t fit into his mouth. Skylar wasn’t lacking, after all, and Tyler had never done this before. Of course he was going to have a hard time to start. But he was using every technique he’d read about, and he was trying his best to mimic the men in the videos to make this good for Skylar.
When the tip of Skylar’s cock hit the back of his throat, Tyler gagged. Briefly, he panicked, pulling off completely and panting out his breaths. Damn, this was harder than he thought it was going to be. But he recovered quickly, stroking the hard member in his hand and using his spit as lube.
Once he’d caught his breath, Tyler leaned in and took Skylar into his mouth again. He circled the tip with his tongue, making sure to get it extra wet and sloppy. Again, as he slid down Skylar’s cock, he moaned, letting the sound vibrate against his brother’s sensitive skin. His free hand moved to cup his brother’s balls, fondling them in his palm before giving them a gentle squeeze.
He thought he could do this. He thought he could handle this. But he was wrong. When Tyler started choking on him, he felt relieved. He thought maybe it was over and Tyler had realized that this wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. But then his brother jumped back on him and seemed to kick it up another notch. It was too much. His body was responding, and it made Skylar sick. He didn’t want this! He couldn’t! This was his brother.
The hand on his balls shocked him, forcing another moan from his throat. “Don’t…” he breathed, his head rolling on the headboard. “Stop.” His hand shot between his legs, fingers fisting in Tyler’s dark hair. But he didn’t want to hurt his brother. “Please, Ty…”
His breaths were panting out of him. Skylar was falling apart beneath him, and Tyler was living for it. Don’t stop? As if that was even an option at this point. He planned on making Skylar forget about anyone else — he would show Skylar that he was the only one he needed.
As he continued to suck his brother, fingers playing along the base of his cock and his balls, Tyler’s hips started grinding against the mattress on their own accord. Hearing the noises coming from Skylar — the noises coming from him because of Tyler — had his dick hard and aching for release.
Skylar was losing it. Although he didn’t want to enjoy this, his body was responding. Heat pooled low in his belly, warning him that he was close. As gently as he could, he tugged on Tyler’s hair, trying to get his attention. “M’gonna…stop…m’gonna cum,” he warned, his back arching as his orgasm exploded through him.
When Skylar came, Tyler didn’t pull off. Instead, he swallowed every drop his brother gave him, only allowing Skylar’s cock to slip from his lips once his orgasm had subsided. His own release had shot through him, leaving the bed sheets below sticky with the evidence. “That was…amazing,” Tyler complimented, pushing himself to his hands and knees before he slowly crawled up Skylar’s body.
“Don’t,” Skylar warned, turning his head away from his brother when he tried to capture his lips. He felt terrible. He’d cheated on Jessie. With his brother. But that wasn’t even the worst part. No — the worst part was that Tyler was beaming at him like he’d just won the fucking lottery. Like this was the happiest day of his damn life. It was the same look Tyler had when he’d gotten accepted into all five of his top schools.
But that wasn’t the same Tyler anymore. He was different now. And it broke Skylar’s heart. Because none of this was Tyler’s fault. And he wanted to hate him. He wanted to blame him. But he knew he couldn’t. Tyler wasn’t in his right mind anymore. He didn’t understand how wrong this was. He only understood that he wanted Skylar, and there were no limits to how deeply that ran.
And it was Skylar’s fault. He’d brought him back. And then he’d unintentionally trained him to believe that without him, Tyler would cease to exist. And now, what was he supposed to do? Abandon him? No way in hell. “Get off me,” he breathed. “Please…I need to go take a shower.”
Slowly, Tyler allowed his index finger to press against the hollow of Skylar’s throat where a pool of sweat had formed. He dragged his finger down, not stopping until he reached his brother’s belly button. “Do you want me to come with you?”
Too quickly, Skylar shook his head. “I can manage on my own,” he assured the other man. “I just need a minute, okay? I’ll be right back. We can go for a walk, or something.” That pleased his brother enough to get off of him, Skylar not wasting a second before he was off the bed and in the bathroom, closing the door behind himself.
Once the door was closed, Skylar quickly turned on the shower before he leaned against the door again and pressed his forehead against it. He slapped his hand over his mouth to muffle the scream that tore from his throat. The tears he’d been holding back finally fell, sliding down his cheeks and hitting his chest before being swallowed up in the sweat covering his body.
His body slid down the door, Skylar pressing his forhead against his knees as he wrapped his arms around his shins, curling himself into the tightest ball he could manage. This was too much. He’d crossed another line. And Tyler was going to keep pushing. He was going to keep taking. And Skylar was going to continue to allow it. Until there was nothing left for Skylar to give.
And that’s when the real scary part began. Because what happened when he had nothing to give? When his boundaries had all be crossed and crushed? What would Tyler do then?