Chapter 16

16

PRINCE

C hristmas music.

Coffee.

Turkey with cranberry sauce. Mashed potatoes and freshly baked bread with cheese.

Fucking champagne.

And my brother flat on his back sucking the come out of my dick. Just when I think this can’t get any better, our sweet flower awakens.

He stretches out, eyes beautifully dazed despite the long hours he has slept before they peer around the room and land on me. They widen, making Bran hum around my dick as he sucks a fresh precome from my tip.

Finn’s hair is a mess, and when he puts his glasses on his nose, they appear crooked. Cute. “What are you doing?” He asks raspily.

I look from him to my brother, sprawled out on the bar. “Well, right now, I’m sitting on Bran’s chest, my cock buried deep inside his throat.”

“Uhm—” Finn blushes.

Patting Bran’s cheek, I pull out my cock, then drop a drizzle of spit inside his mouth. His eyes darken with lust and fury, that I laugh away.

“You little?—”

“Ssh.” I shove my dick back into his mouth. “You wanted this, remember? Finn, sweetheart, have you ever eaten ass?”

“No?”

“Then come here and play with the sexiest ass in the whole fucking world.”

Finn crawls out of bed and comes closer. He’s still naked, eying Bran, his earlier shyness visibly thrown out of the window, judging by his jutting cock. “Did you tie him up?”

“Why? Would you like me to?”

“Uhm, no.” He shrugs on a blush. A fierce blush. A guilty blush. A blush that means that he would have fucking loved to have seen Bran tied up and helpless.

“Liar,” I laugh. “Next time, flower, I promise. Now, get down and get dirty. B, place your feet on the bar to give our sweetheart better access.” Turning around, I sit behind Bran and caress his cheek. I turn his head to the side so I can pop my dick back into his luscious mouth. “Spread his ass cheeks, flower.”

Finn’s blush deepens, but he does as he’s told. “Kneel between his thighs and take a look at that beautiful pink pucker. Does it wink at you?”

Finn leans in and nods, taken in by the view. I can’t blame him. Tightening my hold on Bran’s jaw, I hum when I hear him choke on my dick.

“Get closer, sweetheart. That’s right. Now, stick out your tongue and taste our lover.” Finn obeys, and I watch his tongue flick out and disappear into my brother’s crease. “Holy shit, yesss.”

Pulling back just that little, I feel Bran take in a deep breath of air. The corners of his lips are leaking saliva and precum, but he keeps his hands splayed next to his side.

Bran might be unhinged as hell, but my brother loves to be my slut.

Finn hums as he relaxes into devouring Bran’s ass. B’s dick is so hard and leaking and untouched. Fuck, that must hurt.

I rasp my satisfaction at his efforts. “Finn’s getting you nice and wet, B. He’s preparing you for both our cocks. Spit on his hole, sweetheart. Then add a finger.”

Finn’s face is serious with concentration, but doesn’t question me. Such a good boy. Bran raises his hip the moment Finn is penetrating his ass.

“Keep on sucking me, B.” I slap his cheek, and he lets out a protest that I laugh away. Then I slap him again. “Come on. Get to it.”

“I’ve got two fingers in,” Finn pants. “He’s so hot. And tight. And he just keeps on pulling me in.”

“Yes, my brother’s going to be a bitch for our cocks.”

I watch as Finn lowers his head to lick around his fingers. God, watching Bran enjoy this is everything. His dick is rock hard, the tip angry and red and very wet.

“Let’s move to the bed.” I slowly pull out of Bran’s mouth, and he looks up at me, his eyes pupil-blown.

“Holy shit. Flower—” He slowly sits up and watches Finn pull out his fingers from his ass with a smile that makes my heart pull. “You’ve got some serious talent.”

“Come on.”

We make our way to the bed.

“I’m ready,” Bran says.

I click my tongue. “Your dick might be, but your ass is far from it. Let me prepare that sweet-ass really good. I don’t want you tearing when you take our cocks.”

“Cocks?” Finn swallows thickly.

I grab the lube and hum. “My filthy brother wants us both to fuck him at the same time.”

He looks so confused. “Does that…I don’t know---fit?”

I grin. “You’d be surprised how much you can take. But we’re going to be gentle, aren’t we, flower? Gentle to our lover. And give him all the pleasure he desires.” Bran’s ass unclenches for me at those words, and I press my lubed fingers through his tight channel to stimulate his prostate. I keep stretching him until three fingers move in and out with ease. Bran moans and arches his back as I kiss down his neck. I love him like this.

I roll us both onto our sides, with me spooning him from behind. I hold onto him like I need him to breathe. In some ways, I do. He is my other half. Then I slowly slide my dick into my brother’s tight heat.

“Flower. Come here.” Finn doesn’t hesitate but scrambles to his knees and scoots forward until he’s in front of Bran. “Lay down on your side and bring me your beautiful dick.”

Finn presses closer until our dicks are snug together. His face a picture of concentration that shows he cares. “There’s space for the both of us, sweetheart. B, relax for both of your lovers.”

Finn’s lips are pinched together, so damn cute. When he holds the base of his wet cock and lines up. Our eyes meet. His are dark, with only the tiniest of sliver of gray left.

“Oh, fuck,” he chokes out.

Looking down, I watch as he works his cock back and forth, stretching Bran to accomodate both of us, and the connection of his dick sliding against mine sends jolts of electricity from my toes up to the back of my head.

Bran moans and his hand reaches back, searching for mine. I grab hold of it tight and use it as an anchor. I start moving after what feels like an eternity. A rhythm that gets picked up easily by Finn as he rocks inside Bran too slowly. Their lips meet, and I can’t help but smile as I hear my brother’s wickedness. Finn yelps in surprise and pulls back.

“Ouch! He bit me!”

“Come back,” Bran rumbles. “I’ll suck it all better.”

Finn does because he’s a good boy like that, and I could honestly lose myself in the sweet sounds he makes when Bran nibbles on his lips.

Well, he might be obedient, but I’m far from it. I pinch Bran’s ass, and he bucks his hips in reply, the movement causing a delicious friction that I want more of. I lean forward and take a bite from his tender throat.

“You fuckhead,” he moans, but I also hear the smile in the endearment.

“Hmm. You taste so fucking good,” I breathe out, licking at the sting. I’m marking my brother. I want his entire neck covered in hickeys.

Without asking for permission, Finn does the same. We are lost in our unanimous rhythm, a roll of our hips, our teeth nipping and claiming until Bran’s skin is beautifully red and sore. He looks fucking perfect like this.

“What do you think, sweetheart?” I ask Finn. “Should we be nice to him?” My fingers crawl to Bran’s full balls, and he makes a startled cry. “Fuck, you are so much sweeter like this, brother. Maybe I should keep my dick in you all of the time.”

“F-fuck you,” he pants.

Finn’s forehead is slick with sweat, and his lips are kiss swollen, and puffy from Bran. But his eyes shine playfully. That’s new.

It suits him. This beautiful flower has bloomed.

“Let’s be nice to him,” Finn whispers with a smile, making my heart beat faster.

“You hear that, brother? It seems like our flower is your guardian angel. Come on sweetheart, let’s worship this beautiful cock.”

With a hand around his erection and another on his balls, Bran’s dick is pulsing with need and profusely leaking.

“Please,” he begs, arching his back once more.

He’s close. So is Finn, judging by his movements and ragged breaths.

“Let go, B.”

Next to me, Finn’s eyes stare right into mine, and his hips stutter. I feel his hot come soak my cock in Bran’s channel as he lets go on a delicious grunt.

“Oh, fuck,” Bran wheezes. This is the best fucking feeling I’ve ever had.

My brother climaxes with my hand tightly wrapped around his pulsating dick, and it’s enough to make me forget everything. My own orgasm hits with waves and waves of pure pleasure.

Until nothing exists anymore except for our shared desires.

We lay like this, a panting, hot mess for what feels like fucking forever. I must have drifted off because I barely feel a warm cloth cleaning me up. Still in my arms, Bran murmurs softly, but I’m not sure what. He’s still sleeping, and I’m about to myself when Finn calls out.

“Holy shit!”

Opening one eye, I search for him in the living room.

“What are you doing? When did you get out of bed?”

He’s standing by the window in his full naked glory, the washcloth in his hand. His dark hair is still messy, but his lips are curled into an unbridled smile. It does something weird to my chest.

“The tree. The Christmas tree! Did you do this for me?”

I blink. “You’ve got to be a little more specific here, sweetheart. B put Christmas trees everywhere around this fucking place.”

“The one from the country club. The one I wanted to draw?”

“Oh, that one.” Making sure my brother is comfortable under the blankets, I kiss his temple and climb out of bed. I join Finn by the window and peer outside. Jim did a great job of putting the tree in our view. The lights flicker magically through the darkening forest, and I guess I understand why Finn loves the tree so much.

Is it evening again? I’ve lost track of the days.

“I received a message from Lea,” Finn says. He stares outside and lets me drink in his features. That small nose and puffy lips. Smooth, pale skin with a wild mop of unruly hair. His crooked glasses. If I were a more skilled artist, I’d have drawn him. “They’ve been informed of David’s death. She asked me where I was. I think she might feel I’m somehow involved.” He turns back at me.

“Well, David couldn’t forget you, flower. And he hated himself for it.” I shrug. “And because he refused to acknowledge how he truly felt about you, he attacked you with his wrath.” Pinching his chin between my fingers, I pull him closer. His gray eyes are large and full of trust. It’s fucking perfect. “You are not responsible for his desire to hate you. Nor did you provoke him to try to rape you. He was wrong.” I puff up my chest. “And we made it right.”

“Yes, you did.” Finn lets out a long breath. “Although I still don’t really understand what you want from me. You have told me what you want, but I just—” He gives me a tired smile. “I don’t know.”

“We want you , Finn. Body and soul. All your insecurity. Fuck, I want to crawl inside your head and slash your demons. Not literally,” I add when his eyes widen. “C’mere and let me show you something.” I walk him to the alcove in the living room I’m using as my office, rolling my eyes when I see the flimsy Christmas tree Bran set up in the corner.

Another one.

Opening my laptop, I quickly found the email Jean had sent me. It fills with a dead body that lies on a bed.

Finn gasps. “Is he—” He leans in closer, frowning. “Is that man dead?”

“He is.”

“How?”

“They starved him to death.”

Finn swirls his head my way, eyes wide. “What the hell—please don’t tell me that you did this?”

“We don’t go for innocent people, flower. No, this was the work of a sick person who murders for the sake of being a murderer. The victims’ families have asked us to look into the case.”

Finn’s gaze searches mine. “What are you, police officers?”

I chuckle. “Would you like me to be?”

“No…I—” Finn looks back at the screen. “I can’t believe he starved to death.”

“It’s a cruel way to go, that’s for sure. So next to throwing money into interesting projects, Bran and I have another life.”

Finn slowly turns my way, and I don’t miss the way he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. “Another life?”

“Yes. And something tells me that you, flower, would fit right in.” Pulling out the chair, I gesture for him to sit down. “Why don’t you read the case?”

“If you want me to.” He has plopped his eager ass down before I can say anything else, so I head back to the living room, laughing at my little nerd. With him studying our new case and Bran peacefully asleep, I go and check the video surveillance cameras.

Nothing ever changes in the asylum. Time stands still and has for seventy years. But after my little talk with some prominent people, I feel it might be time for a change.

I pour myself a glass of champagne and look at all the delicious treats waiting to be served. Jim did an excellent job spoiling us rich brats. I eye my glass and then take a large gulp. Yeah, he got us the good stuff.

I wish I could kill David all over again.

Fuck, seeing him transforming from a confident jock to a loser pissing himself was too sweet to handle. And those cries…

The champagne fizzes on my tongue when I take another drink, and suddenly I feel like getting the fuck out of here.

“Finn!”

My flower peers across the corner, crooked glasses and all. “Yes?”

“Meat or fish?”

“Uhm, meat?”

“Lake or city?”

“Uhm, city?”

“Historical or modern?”

“Historical.” At least he’s sure of that one. And I might just have the perfect place in mind. A place to celebrate some changes and show Finn he is part of us now. For once and for fucking all.

Pressing my phone against my ear, I make arrangements. This is going to be fun.