Page 11 of Double the D
"Fuck, yeah." A voice whispered in the dark.
I silently placed the kettle on the bench, tip-toeing down the hall to the lounge. Just beside the doorway, I paused, ears straining as I waited for the sound to come again.
"You gonna make me wait?" Drake's voice demanded in the dark.
"Blue's not ours yet," Dane replied.
"Bastard."
I heard sounds like wrestling, clothes moving, the slap of skin against skin, the hot wet slick of mouths sucking.
My eyes drifted shut, hope surging at their whispers. This reality was hotter, wetter, dirtier.
There's no one to stop us.
We were ten, nearly eleven years older. Out of home, living our own lives. They'd been gone for a long time.
I wanted to walk around the corner. I wanted to stand in the doorway and let them peel my clothes from my body. I wanted them to…
"You're gonna come." Drake's harsh demand interrupted my fantasy. "You need it."
"Want to come on Blue," Dane replied, his voice strangled.
"It may be a long wait, babe. Let me at least give you some relief."
"But-" Dane's groan ended any protests he may have voiced. "Hate you."
"Nah, you fucking love me."
"Yeah, but I'm still gonna fight you."
"Counting on it."
I heard them move, the sounds more frantic, more needy, just… more.
And I needed to see.
I stepped into the opening, nearly gasping at the sight before me.
Men. Skin. Muscles. Sweat. Beauty.
They were beautiful. So, damn beautiful it hurt to look at them. Their bodies were muscular perfection, the warm glow of the lamp in the room highlighted the plains and dips of their bodies.
They were naked, their clothes scattered about. Drake straddled Dane, their hands and mouths all over each other.
"You gonna watch or join in?"
I jolted, eyes flying to see Dane looking at me over Drake's shoulder.
I opened my mouth, unsure how to answer.
"What?" Drake asked, shooting me a look that was pure devilry. "Cock got your tongue?"
"In," the word was a bare whisper.
They both froze.
"Say it again," Dane demanded.
