Colin is staring at me with his mouth open in shock as he shakes his head. “I thought you wanted a taste. You agreed to come back here with us, don’t be a pussy now. I think we’re well past the shy bullshit.”
He takes it from my hand and glances down at the thick creamy substance filling the container. As he hesitates, I raise my eyebrow and cross my arms over my chest. “What, do you want a fucking straw or something?” Turning to Amos, I jerk my head toward the bar. “Go get him one. He’s not moving ‘til he finishes his drink like a good little boy.”
Amos gets up, and as he passes by me on his way over to the bar to grab a straw, I playfully swat at his ass and grin. He returns it with one of his own, and his eyes flicker briefly between Colin and me before he walks away.
“Umm, I don’t need a straw,” Colin mumbles, pressing the rim of the cup to his lips.
I wait patiently for him to do as he’s told, and just as he opens his mouth, Amos drops a straw onto his lap. He hesitates again, and I let out an aggravated sigh. “I’m not going to do anything else to you tonight, I’m too fucking tired. But like I said, if you want a repeat experience, drink up.”
Amos opens his mouth to interject, and I throw him a look, telling him to keep it zipped. He drops back onto the couch and watches silently. Swatting the straw off his lap and onto the floor, Colin swallows nervously. He takes a deep breath and knocks it back it’s like a shot of his choice of poison. He swallows, coughs, and goes to wipe his mouth with his hand, but I stop him
“Amos, will you help him clean up? I don’t want a single drop of that wasted,” I tell him.
Amos leans forward, licking Colin’s lips before thrusting his tongue into his mouth and kissing him, groaning as he tastes our combined essence on Colin’s tongue.
Satisfied, I wordlessly walk away from them and into the bathroom. Rummaging through the small cupboard, I pull out a couple of washcloths and run them under the warn water faucet before wringing out the excess. From the medicine cabinet I grab a bottle of aloe gel and pop it in my pocket.
When I finally leave the room and venture back into the games room, Amos is sprawled across one of the couches with his feet up on the arms, and Colin is leaning back on the other.
“Heads up,” I tell them both as I toss Colin one of the warm, damp washcloths.
My focus is on Amos as I approach the couch and kneel down beside him. “Roll over, let me see that tight little ass of yours.”
As he does, I pull out the bottle of aloe gel from my pocket and flick the cap off. Squeezing a generous amount onto the other cloth, I start to gently rub it into his skin, letting it sooth the sting and cleaning him up at the same time. I’ll get to Colin next, but my brother is far more important to me and I know I’ve been hard on him in more ways than one.
He knows that I care in my own fucked up way, and the way his eyes soften as he watches me care for him in this quiet moment tells me he feels it. When I’m done, I lean over him and claim his mouth as surely as I’ve claimed him as my own.
Rising up onto my feet, I turn to Colin who’s gingerly cleaning himself up with the cloth. “Let me do that,” I tell him, holding my hand out for the cloth, which he hands over.
“Thanks.”
I shrug, and repeat the same process on him that I just did for Amos. Just because I’m an insensitive asshole at times, doesn’t mean I’m a heartless bastard who’d use them and then leave them to their own devices.
Finishing up, I take both cloths back to the bathroom and toss them in the sink. I replace the bottle in the cabinet and grab the little baggie I got for Amos from the drawer as a sort of peace offering for not inviting him to the concert tonight.
As I leave the bathroom again, I notice that Colin has passed out on the couch and Amos is watching him sleep. His eyes meet mine as I move toward him, and I toss the baggie at him where it lands on his chest.
“Got you a present,” I tell him gruffly, and he picks it up to inspect it, eyes lighting up with amusement when he sees the size of the damn thing.
“This must have cost you a fair bit,” he observes, raising his eyebrow as he looks from me to the bag.
“Nah, not really.”
Amos chuckles and shuffles up the couch, then jerks his head toward the space he just made. “Smoke with me,” he offers, as I take a seat next to him. Pulling out his rolling papers and tobacco, he tears off a small piece of the cardboard packaging and rolls it before carefully spreading tobacco and the sweet smelling buds on the paper, before rolling it neatly.
My eyes linger on his mouth as he darts out his tongue to lick the paper, and when he sees me watching he winks as he seals it and twists the tip.
“Tease,” I remark, nudging him with my knee.
He laughs, placing the joint between his lips and igniting the end, sucking on it until it’s glowing. He then takes a proper drag, holding it in his lungs for a moment before he slowly exhales, filling the space between us with the pale smoke. Pulling his legs on top of mine, I rub them with my hands, helping him relax even more.
“Lean closer,” he says, sitting up and taking a long hit off his joint.
I close the distance between us and he kisses me, breathing the sweet smoke into my mouth as our tongues tangle slowly. I inhale, holding my breath until he pulls back, and I slowly exhale. Plucking it from between his fingers, I put it to my mouth and take a drag, keeping my eyes on him the whole time.
Amos’ eyes are sleepy and he looks more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him in my presence, but I know it’s more than just the weed. Something has shifted between us tonight, and as we quietly smoke together on my couch in the den, I wonder what’s going to happen next. He offers me the joint again, but this time I shake my head, content with the buzz currently seeping through me. He shrugs and lies back again, resting his head on the arm of the couch and blowing the smoke out into the air around us.
My eyes fall on Colin again, and I chuckle quietly. How we got to this point, I don’t even know, but now it seems I have two boys to play with whenever the mood strikes. Amos is mine, and though Colin is his, there’s no doubting that the two of them are mine, in one way or another.