Page 86 of The Retreat

Sexy art.

That you want to fuck.

And you do.

Regularly.

TWENTY-NINE

Owen

“It might be better to break my ankle than go through with this.” I sit between the bed and the wall, forehead on my knees.

“You were on fire last night. You’re in the finals after coming into the tourney not expected to place top three!” Colin strolls over to lie naked on the bed.

I glance over at him, and my cock stirs. “I’m trying to have an existential crisis here and you do that?”

“Do what?” he asks smirking, knowing exactly what.

I trail my fingers over his arm. “You’ve already swallowed my cock this morning.”

“And?”

“Greedy.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He pushes to all fours, giving me a view under him, and he’s hard.

“Incredible,” I say, but his antics are helping.

“I see that smile.” He brushes his fingers over my lips.

I lean forward to nip at the tips. “Hang your head over the edge of the bed.”

“What for?” He drops back to his stomach, inching forward, his chin is at the edge. “Like this?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Are you going to fuck my throat?” Colin rolls over, tipping his head back, extending his throat.

I’m pushing to my feet, hand on my cock when our door flies open.

Oliver waltzes in like he owns the place. Colin quickly rolls over, laying on his stomach all casual like we weren’t just about to fuck.

“How the fuck did you get a key?” I ask, channeling my spiked heart rate into what sounds like anger.

“I’m you, peasants can’t tell us apart, and I keep a copy of your driver’s license on me.” Oliver says it like anyone would do such a thing. We were identical, except for the way we carried ourselves and dressed. No one who knew us would confuse the two, but it’s not surprising complete strangers couldn’t tell the difference. A guy with a black card who looks vaguely like the picture here you go. “Why is he naked?” Oliver asks, as if he just noticed Colin in the room.

“Because this is my room?” Colin wiggles his ass, and I try not to laugh, but fail.

Oliver wrinkles his nose. “I could have gone my whole life without seeing your asshole.”

“I feel the same, but you wear yours on your sleeve.” Colin glances over his shoulder with a grin, and I keep laughing.

Oliver rolls his eyes. “You have warm up. Are you okay?”

“I will be.” I press my eyes closed, pushing the match out of my mind.

“You don’t look fine.” Oliver’s shoe moves over the marble, getting closer. “Did you take your meds?”

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