Goaded Ch. 01

Chapter 01 - Collapse

My twin and I tend to be a bit callous with our sexual competition. Honestly, with me, it's gotten a bit old, but Sultan keeps goading me into it. I've gotten to the point where I think it's a good idea for me to move out of the condo we share.

Tonight, he's chosen a real looker. We both go for the athletic types, and this guy looks like he could have played football. His name's Theo, but at this point I really couldn't care less. That's what I mean about the callousness, and it's only gotten worse the more jaded I've become.

I set my drink down. The glass is almost empty, and it's the third I've had in the past hour. Again, I don't really care. I'll just get a cab. Sultan will be happy to share it with me, whether we're able to entice handsome Theo to accompany us or not.

I no longer even know why I agreed to come to this stupid company Christmas party. I wasn't interested when I heard about it, and no anticipation built up over the time between the announcement of it and its arrival. Ten years with this shitty company, and my life has only gotten worse with each promotion.

"Come on, Rah," Sultan says, leaning close to me. "What do you think he goes for?"

I sigh and look at handsome Theo. Just two years ago, I would have been all gung-ho for him. Ready to mount him and ride him all night long. Now I look at him and wonder how I can get out of this stupid-ass competition with my brother. Unfortunately, I know I'm drunk, and just how drunk I am. Combined with my apathy, I'm not in good emotional condition. I know I'm going to do this, regardless of how much I try to protest, just to shut Sultan up. It's not like I really have to make any effort to keep Theo. I really don't want to have sex with him anyway.

"I don't know, Sultan. I'm not fucking psychic." That felt good, venting my frustration with a nice cuss. Sultan winces, because he likes to affect refinement in public. Part of his intense vanity. Pleased with myself for annoying my brother, I grab my glass. "I'm going to get a fresh drink."

He grabs my wrist. "Number four in an hour, mixed hard liquor, without a meal, Rajah," he points out.

I snort. "Screw you. I'm not driving home anyway." I pull my wrist free, switch my glass to my empty hand, and dig into my pocket. I slam my keys into my brother's still-outstretched hand. "There. You have my keys, O picture of sobriety. I'm going for a fresh one."

He wants my cooperation. I want a numb mind. I think it's a good compromise, and who gives a fucking shit what he wants? Not I. Not a bit. He wants me to stop drinking so much when we're social, he needs to stop goading me, because, damn it, even as jaded as I am, I still can't back down at the beginning. I'm afraid he'll think I've gotten cowardly.

The night does not improve from there.

*

We're in the back of a cab, handsome Theo between us. Handsome, muscular Theo. My brother's doing his best to woo this guy and has entered gush-mode, focusing on Theo's still prominent musculature. He's succeeding in his wooing, too, because I really don't give two shits. I'm fairly far gone by now, and looking out the window I'm seated next to is far more interesting than competing for some former jock's attention. If my brother notices my distraction, he either doesn't care to point it out or just figures I'll get into gear when we get home. Either way, he has to have realized by now that he's got an excellent head start on me.

A glance tells me that brother-dear has gotten Theo's button-down shirt almost completely unbuttoned. Theo's under shirt has been pushed up, too, and Sultan is laving his left nipple. I look in the rearview mirror, expecting to find my reflection, and see instead that it has been adjusted to reflect the lewd scene happening next to me where the driver can see it. I roll my eyes and look out the window again.

It takes me a while to realize that we haven't reached home. I'm too fucking drunk to heed much at this point, even though Theo's light panting from earlier has morphed into gasping moans. When I look at my watch and realize we should have reached home ten minutes ago, I lean forward and tap the driver's shoulder.

"Get us home now, or I'll rip out your eyes," I say, my voice flat. It's so easy to express anger when I'm drunk. It fades as soon as I sit back, however. Totally fucking useless for most situations.

The driver obeys. I consider cutting into the total for the ride, since he's overrun our bill with his voyeurism. My anger rises and I look at the meter as I pull out my wallet. My brother's too distracted to remember paying now anyway. I take the amount I expect to pay, willing to overpay in this instance because I'm planning something petty and spiteful. I use every one dollar bill I have, too. This asshole is going to have a mess to clean up, and then he's going to have to find a way to explain the destruction to his bosses.

I complete tearing the bills I've taken from my wallet into thirds just as the cab pulls up in front of our townhouse condo. I collect the mess I've made from my lap as Sultan pulls Theo from the cab and drop the lot onto the seat next to the driver. I smirk into the mirror, leaning so that he can see it.

"Keep the change," I say, then get out.

He shouts after me, but I ignore him. I feel a little better now, having done that stupid shit. I follow my brother into the condo and slam the door before locking it. I don't bother with the chain, and it rattles against the doorframe.

"Rajah!" Sultan says in protest. "Control your temper and get in here."

He's already in the living room. Well, I guess it's time for my show. I toss my suit jacket into the dining room as I pass it and start unbuttoning my shirt. Sultan's got Theo on the sofa, shirt and undershirt completely off, tie still hung around Theo's neck. Just the sort of nonsense my brother goes for.

Ignoring Sultan, I walk right over to the sofa and drop to my knees on the seat, straddling Theo's thighs. He jerks his gaze from my brother and I catch his head, holding it still for my kiss. This is part of our game. Since I wasn't active in the cab, it's Sultan's turn to watch, and I know he's eager to. Knowing that goads me now, because I want to make him jealous. Jealous of Theo, who's getting my kiss right now.

And he responds admirably. His tongue lashes at mine and he moans. I slide a hand down his chest, pausing to test his nipples. When I pinch one, he gasps, sucking breath from my lungs and I whimper at the sensation. I continue pinching Theo's right nipple as I slide my right hand down to his groin, assured of his focus on me.

His hands slide up my thighs. I caress his cock through his clothes. Theo moans and tries to raise his hips. I continue my caresses, being careful to keep him going, keep him climbing, but at a slow pace so he doesn't lose it too soon. That's part of the contest between Sultan and I. We tease our chosen victim. If our chosen comes too soon, the nonactive brother gets him, if the chosen is willing.

And I know what my brother likes. I've heard him ask it of past conquests. Touch me here--I now touch Theo's side, tickling my fingers up it. It makes him gasp. Do this there--and I trail kisses along Theo's jaw to breathe into and lick his ear. Caress--and I run a finger down Theo's left arm so Sultan can watch this, see the goose pimples rise on Theo's skin. Nibble--and I trail nips along Theo's collarbone.

Theo's moaning and panting. His hands are clutching at my thighs. I know he's going to leave bruises, but I don't care. I can hear Sultan panting to my right, little whimpers come from his throat, and I glance at him to see his eyes bright in the darkness, his lips parted. I want to reach over and see how horny he is, how stiff and hot, but I don't dare. But I can see it in his stare and breathing, in the sounds he's making, and it pleases me.

I return my focused attention to Theo and tease him further, continuing to perform actions that my brother finds arousing. Theo finds them arousing as well. He gives me no commands of his own and just lets me act upon him. His tongue tastes of alcohol, and I realize he's pretty drunk himself.

A hand grasps my upper arm and jerks me back. "Time," Sultan snarls.

I obligingly lean back, removing my hands from Theo. Not for the first time, I wonder if my brother realizes I've been using tricks that work on him on our chosen. Not for the first time, I realize he hasn't. Well, so much for that shit. I remove myself from Theo's thighs and drop onto my ass on the sofa next to him and slump there. My dick is straining my boxer-briefs and I can feel the wet spot that's formed; it's seeped a bit down my length, and without the warmth of Theo's body, it feels cool. Sultan trails a finger down the center of Theo's bare, hairy chest. Oh, that had to have my twin going. He loves hairy chests. His finger circles Theo's belly button, and I stare at the motion. My brother may well have noticed that I was performing tricks for him on Theo, because what he's just done is something I like done to me. He looks up at me and smirks, and I know he's realized what I was doing.

It hasn't changed a thing. I wonder what the fuck I expected. For all this silly sexual competition, my brother is something of a prude, and what I've contemplated would never cross his mind without someone else's suggestion. And he'd disregard it, deny he'd ever thought of it if accused of thinking so.

I sigh and look up at the ceiling.

"Top or bottom, Theo?" Sultan asks.

"What?" Theo gasps, still trapped in arousal.

"Do you prefer to top or bottom?"

Now is the moment of decision. I look at the scene beside me and wait. I'm rather hoping he wants to be topped. As horny as I am, I just don't have the heart for it tonight, so it would be a quick ride for me. I don't like to spend a lot of time on sex when I'm not interested, no matter how aroused I am.

"I always top," Theo says.

My heart crawls to my feet. Great. I shift, preparing to stand and lead this poor fellow to my room. Maybe he's drunk enough to be satisfied with a quick fuck.

"But I can make sure you'll love being topped," Sultan murmurs.

I prop my elbows on my knees and look at them. This is true. There have been times when the man we've chosen hasn't experienced penetration, and my brother pleased them enough they wanted him again. Even better if Theo decides to go for both. We haven't had a threesome in a while. Theo looks at me, then at my brother, comparing our identical faces, looking for I don't give two shits what. He looks back at me, then at Sultan again, and licks his lips. I decide I don't like the avid expression on his face. It looks too hungry, too much like he's anticipating something I won't want any part of.

"Let's all go to bed," he says.

Even in my inebriated state, I hear the slyness in his tone. This ass is planning something. I look at my brother, and it's clear by the expression on his face that he hasn't heard that slyness. I open my mouth to refuse, and Sultan speaks.

"Okay. My room. Now."

He rises, pulling Theo up. I follow them up the stairs, trying to think up something to say in protest. However, I have to admit to some curiosity about what Theo has planned. My brother turns on the light here and gently pushes Theo toward the bed. I begin to remove the remainder of my clothing as Theo sways on his way to the bed. Oh, definitely pretty far gone. I hope he doesn't decide to puke all over my brother's bed--Sultan's got the king size and there's no way the three of us can get anything done on my rinky-dink double.

Theo climbs onto the bed, neglecting to remove any more of his clothes, not that he has to worry anyway. We'll do that for him as we do our best to keep him going. I'm beginning to doubt what I saw and heard in the darkness of the living room. I'm drunk, after all, and who as drunk as I am can see shit in the darkness? Not I.

My brother makes a motion and I go to the other side of the bed, where I belong for threesomes. We climb up onto the bed at the same time, and Theo watches us, head turning back and forth as if he's watching a tennis match. He licks his lips and grins before locking his gaze on my brother.

"I always top," Theo says. He shifts, pulling up one of the pillows under the comforter and tucking it behind his back. "But I'm willing to bottom if you do some things for me, Sultan."

Dread clutches my guts. Oh, no. I'm drunk and I can see where this is going. I look at my brother. He isn't seeing it. He's locked on the competition still. Oh, shit. Please no. I turn a pleading glance at Theo, hoping he'll read it and back down from his plans.

But, at the same time, that insidious voice that has been whispering to me for the past couple years insists that this is my only chance to have my hopes come true. My brother would never go for this under any other circumstances, and still might not now. I look at Sultan, see the tenseness of his jaw, the determination in his expression, and hope that he's had his eyes on Theo for long enough for that to blind him to anything except the stupid fucking competition he's keeping alive.

I decide that I'll definitely be moving out if this shit goes all the way.

"What?" Sultan snaps, angry at having control taken, but I can tell he's still caught up in the competition.

"You must obey every command I give," Theo says.

We both look at him, then I look at my twin. He nods his head slowly.

"Okay," he says. "I'll agree. Will you, Rajah?" he asks, looking at me.

I nod, hoping I'll get what I've wanted for so long. "Yes. I agree."

Theo claps his hands. "Great. Now, Sultan, kiss your brother. And not some stupid little nonsense peck on the cheek or closed lips. It must be a full, deep kiss."

An expression of horror lands on my brother's face. I do my best to imitate it, but I'm just too drunk to act well and finally give it up and just lower my head hoping my response will be interpreted as shame and not excitement.

Sultan doesn't move for a couple minutes. Theo waits and I remain where I am, on my hands and knees, feet hanging off the side of the bed.

"Rajah, come here."

I crawl forward, daring to look up. Sultan remains where he is, doing his best to retain some control. Commanding me gives him that semblance, and I permit it because I want what's about to happen too much to resist.

When I reach my brother, I stand on my knees and shuffle up to my brother. When I'm well within his personal space, breathing distance away, I drop my ass on my feet and wait. I blink, doing my best to do so owlishly, as though more inebriated than I am. Anything to keep Sultan from suspecting that I desperately want this.

He hesitates for so long that I begin to believe he's having second thoughts and disappointment rises. Oh, well, there's a good side to this. I won't be moving out. I'll be able to stay around a little longer.

Then Sultan raises his left hand to the right side of my face. He's leaving my left side unobscured so Theo can see the kiss. I close my eyes and swallow. I didn't think that my brother would do this. He must really want Theo. I go cold. I may have to quit my job as well as move out.

My brother's lips touch mine and I part them. His tongue enters and I return the motion. I feel precum trickle down my erection as I sink into the kiss. I somehow refrain from moaning in pleasure. Sultan's hand is caressing my cheek, and he shifts his hand to rub his palm against the stubble still invisible there; he knows I like this and I moan a little at the sensation of the hairs being tugged by his skin.

Well, if he's going to play me to ensure my acquiescence . . . I reach up and trail my fingers down Sultan's right arm. Goose pimples rise.

"That's it," Theo says. "Both of you do to each other what you did to me."

Now commanded, I cooperate willingly. Maybe I'm giving myself away, being this willing, but I'm far past the point of caring. I pinch my brother's nipples and he circles my belly button with one finger as he nibbles my earlobe. His right hand grasps my hip, fingers digging in. More bruises, but right now his touch feels exquisite.

We continue the kiss, touching each other continually. I trail my fingers up his side in a light tickle and Sultan moans into my mouth. He tugs my pubic hair and I suck in a breath, suck in his breath. He exhales into my mouth.

I know he never tugged Theo's pubic hair. Rules dictate our victim retains his pants until after the bedroom door shuts.

"Yes," Theo hisses. I feel movement from his quarter but ignore it. "Keep doing that."

I never really cared what Theo wants, but his command has given me this freedom. I take advantage of it and trail kisses along my brother's jawbone. I breathe in his ear and nibble the outer edge, scraping my teeth along it and he moans.

Our caresses and touches, pinches and scratches become more enthusiastic. We return to kissing and I shift my legs so I'm sitting on the bed. Sultan comes down with me, one hand on my shoulder, the other's fingers curved against my abdomen. We don't break the kiss and I suck on his tongue as he caresses my cock. I moan.

"Yes," Theo hisses. "Sultan, since you like to top so much, I want you to fuck your brother."

Nothing about that command phases my brother. I'm not sure if he's lost on what we're doing now or still focused on getting to ram Theo's ass. Maybe a combination of both.

"Lay down, Rajah," he commands.

I obey as he leaves the bed long enough to put on a condom and lube himself up. I watch avidly, completely ignoring the man who's gotten me this opportunity. My only thought on him is that I'll have to thank him sometime before I leave work if I get the chance.

Sultan returns to the bed. I spread my legs for him and he grabs my hips. I wiggle to accommodate him. He knows how I like it. He's heard me tell past conquests how I want to be taken. He positions himself and slams into me.

I scream and rotate my hips as pain surges through me. Exquisite. I writhe and Sultan begins moving, not gently at all. He fucks me for a few minutes, head tilted up, eyes closed, mouth a little open as he focuses on what he's doing. I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. He shifts his arms, raising my hips, and that causes his cock to hit my prostate. I scream again, this time in ecstasy.

"Harder, Sultan," I gasp. "Faster."

His belly rubs my erection and I arch my back to better feel the friction. I stretch my arms down my twin's back and scratch back up. He shudders and moans, moving faster. I moan as well. We're both panting like mad now, and the bed's moving so much that the only indication that Theo's doing anything are the brief moans and gasps coming from the head of the bed. I turn my head to look. Shit, he's jacking himself off to us fucking at the foot of the bed. Once I would have thought it hot, but now it only fills me with a hollowness.

Sultan shifts my hips and I gasp, closing my eyes. I feel his head brush the left side of my head.

"I'm the one fucking you, Rajah," he says. "Theo means nothing right now."

I moan at his words. He's really into this now, and I can't predict how he'll react once we're done. But now, I have him wrapped in my arms and legs, and he's panting into my ear, whimpers and moans punctuating his movements. It's his body slick with sweat, his belly rubbing my dick, and his arms under me, keeping me angled so he's striking my prostate.

I'm making the same sounds he is, and I feel him begin to shudder just before my climax arrives. I think I'm sober now, and if I'm not, orgasm will do it. Sultan continues slamming into me, his arms tightening around my waist. It's a good thing the bed's solid wood, or it would have fallen apart by now. My brother and I groan in unison, sounding like one voice. I come as I feel him swell; both of us coming together.