Chapter 3

Three

Josh

“ I hope that sheet can cover up both of us.” Ezra’s hand, clasped with mine, makes a grab at my costume as he steers us toward the Halloween party at Bren’s uncle’s cabin.

He smirks, waggling his eyebrows, and I can’t help laughing at his massive set of chompers. “What’s gonna happen under my sheet, bruh?” I ask. “I’m gonna choke on one of those fangs.”

“Maybe my mouth isn’t going for your mouth.” He tries to make a seductive face, but he can’t fully close his mouth. His fangs poke out over his lower lip, which just makes me laugh more.

“Miller.” He glares. “This is sexy. Do I look like a funny vampire?”

Now I’m falling on his right arm, laughing my ass off.

“You’re going as a hole ,” he says, “so you have no right to laugh.”

I don’t know why, but I just can’t stop howling, which makes him laugh—soft snickers, as he feigns trying to shake me off his arm .

“Count Dicksuckula,” I call him, and he’s really laughing. “Shut up Miller, or I’ll yank that sheet off and show you some dick-suckula.”

“You think that’s a threat?” I’m wiping my eyes.

“Oh, Millsy.” His hand delves under the sheet of my black hole getup, which I’ll admit is very basic, but so what? I’m surprised when he veers off the road, although I guess I shouldn’t be.

I start cackling again as he fumbles underneath the big, black sheet I’m wearing and unbuttons my jeans. “You’re gonna lose a tooth, bro,” I chuckle.

“I can blow you with my fangs on. Wait and see.”

And then he does, and I can feel the long fangs he’s got glued to his canines tickling my cockhead. Makes me come in record time. He’s looking good in black jeans and a Dracula costume, so it’s a pleasure to suck him off—especially when his bravado bleeds away and he’s slumped over on me, clutching my hair, breathing, “Josh” like he’s desperate to come.

Yeah—sometimes he calls me Josh these days.

He comes hot and quick, his body shuddering deliciously under me. I Hoover it away, and he looks happily dazed as I lift my head. He comes in for a kiss, his eyelids heavy now, his mouth twitching in a small, sweet, vampy smile.

“Mills.” He wraps an arm around my shoulders, brings my head to his shoulder. “I don’t want to go,” he whispers.

“I know.” I kiss his throat. “Me either.” With a glance around, as if someone’s right beside us on this lonely road, I wrap myself around him, shifting so I’m sort of leaning on the console in between the two front seats—so I don’t crush him.

He notices and cups his hand around my ass. “You think you can hurt me, Millsy?” His fangs nip my earlobe. “Remember who’s bigger now.”

He starts sucking my earlobe, which gives me an instant boner. “Fuck,” I whimper .

“That’s what I’m gonna do with you,” he murmurs.

We’re kissing again, holding onto one another like we’re drowning. He feels so good under my palms—warm and bulky. He smells like the cologne he dabs on between his neck and shoulder after he showers. His hands on my neck and in my hair feel like everything I’ve ever wanted. Needed.

He’s a gentle, sweet, and thorough lover. Lots of warm, tight hugs, and lots of waking up wrapped up in his big, hard body. I’m rubbing at the little hairs on his nape, damn near on the edge again from our tongues stroking, when he pulls back to catch his breath and leans his forehead against mine. And says, “Miller?”

Something catches in his voice. I pull back just a little, checking out his face and finding he looks worried.

He shuts his eyes. Holds me closer, even as he’s breathing harder.

“Mills?” he says again, softly.

“Yeah, angel?”

He hugs me hard, whispers, “I love you.”

Everything slips out of focus for the rest of the night. It feels like a fever dream—the cool air and the costumes, eating caramel apples Jenna made and searching for Ezra around every corner at the cabin. Kissing in the woods…touching his warm, familiar pecs, his biceps, kissing his throat, whispering, “I love you, Ezra Masters. Just you and nobody else.”

We make it into the bedroom on the other side of the duck bathroom for a minute, and he hugs me up against him, kissing my hair.

“I need to leave. I want you. In bed,” he whispers into my ear.

“Let’s sit on the roof,” I murmur. We still do that sometimes. I like having his head in my lap, wrapping an arm around him .

He rests his cheek against my shoulder. “Love you, Millsy.” And then he’s back through the bathroom. He’s gone—so we can keep this charade up.

We don’t leave early. We stay late, till almost midnight. Brennan knows our parents are away this weekend, which means he’s aware we don’t have a curfew. My mom’s gone to buyers’ market to buy things at cost for the gift shop, and Carl went with her.

I love watching Ezra at the party. He knows everyone now, and even though I think he’s more ambivert than extrovert, I can see him watching people, picking up on little things that charm them, trying to make them laugh. At one point, he lays Jenna out on the couch and pretends to suck her blood, and everybody cheers.

Then he looks at me and looks at the back door—the one that leads out onto the porch. We meet back there a few minutes later, and he leads me into the woods, where he kisses my mouth, wraps his hand around my nape, and whispers, “Let’s go in a minute.”

I nod. “Sounds good, Count.”

He hugs me hard, and smells me. “I love you.” I see his smile in the moonlight.

“I love you too.” I kiss his cheek. “Pretty angel.”

He kisses under my jaw. “You go in first. Say bye. I’m gonna walk around the other side of the place and smoke. Just come find me there, okay?”

“Okay, Ez. See you around.” I wink, and he saunters off, trailing his long cape.

Almost an hour later we’re in my room, stripping off our costumes. We dive into bed together, doing our favorite thing—the sixty-nine pose where we’re on our sides, and he’s got his hand between my legs, his arm pressed on my balls, one of his fingers slipped into my hole with lube he ordered online.

It feels so good tonight. My abs actually ache from coming when we’re finished, which makes me laugh. I wait till he’s almost asleep to tell him a secret.

“I got something for us,” I whisper.

He turns to me, curling up against my chest. “Is it donuts?”

He’s been doing so much better with his eating. That makes me smile back. “No, it’s not donuts.”

“Did you get a toy?” His eyes widen on that. He’s been trying to convince me to get something he can push into me.

“Sort of.” I grin. “It’s…a toy for the shower.”

I look at him, and he looks at me. And he realizes what I’m saying.

“What?”

I grin, pressing my cheek to his. “We have this place to ourselves tomorrow. I thought I could use it. And then…we’ll see what happens next.”

He wakes up at night again. It’s been happening more for the last week or two. When I come out of my own dreamland, his body’s stiff and tense, and he’s got his hands up in front of him. The look on his face says he’s bracing. He makes sounds like little groans, but I don’t know what’s hurting him in his sleep. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. As soon as I wrap him up, kiss his cheeks and whisper to him, his eyes open just a little, and his whole damn body sort of goes limp.

“I’ve got you,” I whisper, and he says, “I know,” and wraps himself around me. Then he sleeps through the night.

We get donuts Sunday morning, and he eats two in the car. I can’t help a smug grin as he polishes the second one off.

He thumps my chin lightly. “Whatchu smiling about, Millsy?”

“Nothing.”

“I got something on my face?” he asks .

“Just a whole bunch of everything I’ve ever wanted.”

He snorts, and I laugh. Mission accomplished.

“I like to see you eating,” I say.

“What about you eating?” He hands me a donut, and I smirk down at it.

“No donuts for me.” My eyes flicker to his as my cheeks sting with heat, and I rasp, “Just one extra-large dick in my ass.”

“Oh God, dude. I’m gonna come driving the car.” His eyes move back to mine. “You serious?” His voice drops an octave. “You’re gonna let me— You want it?”

“Um, yeah dude.” I give him an awkward look, and he squeezes my hand.

“I’m scared I’ll hurt you. I’ll be careful. God” —he laughs—“I swear I’m gonna come. I want to be in there. But you can still change your mind.”

I give him a nervous smile. “I know.”

“I’m okay with what we’re doing. More than okay. I love putting my fingers in you. It’s more than enough.”

I look at him, widening my eyes. “Do you want to do it?”

“Yes,” he whispers. He reaches down and cups his bulge, which is straining against his pants. “I just want it to be good for you.”

I’ve been reading about this for a week, and I’ve been prepping.

“I want it,” I tell him. “When we do the sixty-nine thing…it feels so good. With your fingers. And your mouth.” I laugh.

I want to take his dick. See what it feels like with that big, soft cockhead pressed against my prostate. Makes me wanna come just thinking of it.

“Fuck, Mills. When we get back, just do whatever you need. We can do it. Then you can eat. I don’t want you not to eat because of me.”

“I’m eating. Just not donuts.” I smirk .

“Fuck. To think of you wanting it.” He rubs at himself as he turns into the driveway. “I’m gonna go crazy waiting.”

“I’ll be fast.”

It feels weird, doing the prep things I read online—but it goes okay. I look in the mirror when I’m finished. My dick’s hard just thinking that I’m about to go downstairs in just my briefs and let him know it’s time to come up to the bedroom.

I go out my door and Ezra is there waiting, sitting in the hall up at the top of the stairs.

He gets up, taking my hand. “You still feelin’ it? Because it’s okay if—”

“Yeah.” I laugh, and he wraps an arm around me, kissing my forehead. “Let’s start with sixty-nine…with your hand,” I say.

“I’ve got a plan for you,” he tells me, grinning wickedly.

We get on our sides, and he starts finger-stuffing me, with a lot of lube. He sucks me slow and light, I guess so I won’t come. He works lots of lube into me—so much that I can feel its weight inside me, cool and so soft.

Then he pushes fingers in. It feels full, I can’t help groaning.

“Three,” he whispers.

“Ahh God.” He hits my prostate, and my body bucks and shivers.

When I’m feeling warm and worked up, like I just might come before he gets his dick in, Ezra shifts me onto my back. He spread my knees, moves between them, and takes his dick in his hand, casually stroking as his eyes find mine.

“You want me to use a condom?” he asks softly.

“Do you think you should?” I swallow.

“I’ve been tested. Not that I’ve done this,” he says, reaching down to roll my balls in his warm palm. “But it was negative.”

“Can we do it like this?” I whisper.

“Yeah. I want to see your face, Mills. Make sure you’re feeling good.”

His eyes go heavy lidded as he props a pillow under my hips .

“Look at that thicc ass.” He gives it a gentle squeeze. Then he nudges my balls aside, gives my dick a slow, firm stroke, and starts to rub his cockhead over where I’m all lubed up. The sensation of him rubbing there…

I’m panting.

He starts pushing at me—just a little, just a preview—followed by more rubbing.

“You good, DG? You sure, still?”

I hold his gaze. “I want it.”

“You nervous? I got like a fourth of a Xanax for you.”

“I’m not nervous.” I shut my eyes, and his cockhead pushes so hard that I think he’s coming inside, and I relax for him.

“When I come in, be sure to breathe deep and keep your lower body relaxed,” he tells me. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna come in fast. I’m gonna go a half inch at a time. And if it feels too much, you’ll tell me. Promise?”

“Promise.”

“You want some liquor first?”

“No.” I laugh. “I want to feel you. I can take you.”

He rubs on me, shutting his eyes, gritting his teeth. “God, Mills.” He strokes my thigh. He lubes his cock up one more time and looks into my eyes again.

I can’t help a nervous laugh.

“Okay,” he whispers, rubbing at me.

I shut my eyes. “Now, Ez.”

He pushes harder… harder . I pull air into my lungs, relaxing instead of tensing. Then he’s pushing in. I’m stretching open— oh fuck, don’t tense up —and it stings.

I moan as he pushes deeper, stretching me more. His thick tip is in me and it feels…so weird. Full . My breath shudders, and I look up at him, finding Ezra open-mouthed and panting.

“More,” I moan, shutting my eyes.

I focus on relaxing…breathing through the stretching sting. An d then he’s pushing even deeper. Filling me till I’m stuffed. It feels—

“Oooh God .”

“You okay?” I can feel his body shaking. “Almost got it all.”

I nod, reaching down to brush my fingertips over his leg. “Keep coming.”

He rocks his hips, thrusting in so deep my dick throbs; sweat pops out on my skin, and I can’t help a moan.

“There, Millsy. You’ve got it all.”

He shifts a little, and I start to feel heat building in my cheeks, and pressure in my cock and balls. He shifts his weight again, pushing deeper. I shiver, my toes curling.

“More,” I gasp out.

He rolls his hips now, moving in me in a way—

It makes me shudder, and he draws out so, so slowly.

“Love you,” he rasps.

He comes in with one firm, steady stroke, making me see stars. My legs jerk and my cock throbs even as it’s stinging where he’s in me. It feels better…on the inside. I bend my legs, wanting…I don’t know what. Chills move over my skin.

Then he’s pulling slowly out…and pushing back in.

“Ahhhh… FUCK .”

“You okay?”

There’s this heavy pressure in me…like someone’s blowing up a balloon. It’s not in my dick…but then it sort of is , too.

“Feels…amazing.” My voice quivers.

He draws out again partway, and when he pushes back in, it hits me so it zings through my cock. As if he knows, his hand comes down and lightly strokes me.

He groans, low and raspy, as he grinds his hips a little, making his cockhead rub—

I yell out, “Fuck!”

That’s gotta be my prostate. Something hot and rich, like molten gold, moves through me .

Ezra grips my dick at its base, drags his hand up, tickling his fingertips over my cockhead as his big dick pushes and prods me from the inside.

His palm cups me. “Lots of leaking,” he whispers.

He strokes me lightly, rocking deep inside me, and I feel a stream of pre-cum slide down my shaft.

“That’s right, Millsy. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Then his cock moves in me again, its tip dragging right where it makes everything feel so good.

I come with a fierce, whole-body shudder, as bliss spins all through me, lighting up my dick and belly and then all of me, so intense I nearly black the fuck out. I hear Ezra grunt, and then I feel a slight thump before I’m filled with his warm cum.

“Oh God,” I moan.

“Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

“No. Amazing,” I breathe. “Felt… amazing .”

He draws out slowly—a weird feeling—and lies down beside me. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him. His lips brush my forehead.

“Are you sore?” he whispers. “Does it hurt?”

“Not really. It’s…warm.” My face burns as I say that.

“God, that gets me so hot.” He kisses my lips—once, then twice. He presses his cheek to mine. “Did it hurt much?”

“A little at first, but then it felt so good. Like…indecently good. Think I understand why that’s a sin.”

He hugs me again. “For me too. So fucking warm and soft and tight. I could do that over and over.”

“You want to do it again?” I ask.

“No.” Ezra laughs. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Tonight,” I tell him.

“You’re gonna be sore.”

I grin. “Make it hurt a little.”

He shakes his head like he thinks I’m crazy. Then he frowns down at my abs. “You want a shower? ”

“In a second.” I rest my face against his warm chest. “What was it like for you? I want to hear more.”

“Fucking amazing for me too. Seeing your face…feeling you move,” he whispers. “Fuck, so hot. Seeing your dick oozing all over the place. God.” He looks down at himself and laughs; he’s getting hard again. “You were so good, Miller. Total prince.”

He snuggles up to me, and for a second we just lie there like that. “I’m in love with my stepbrother,” I whisper. “We just fucked and it was insane.”

His lips brush my temple. “Make it sound indecent.”

“I like it indecent.”

“What a naughty, naughty Miller.”

“Any time you want me.” I feel downright greedy for more of his dick. The feeling like…I guess it’s feeling helpless. Like I can’t move. Like he’s in me. It was so incredible. I’ve never come so hard in my life.

His finger taps my temple. “Whatcha thinking?”

“How I loved to have you in me. More than I knew, even.”

“Really? You did?”

“Yeah, Ez. I want more.”

I feel sore when we get up and walk together to the shower. Ezra washes me, then kisses me, washes himself, and when I ask him to, he hops out just a minute or two earlier than me so I can clean myself all the way. When I get to my room, he’s got a white FHS Band T-shirt and a pair of plaid pajamas laid out for me. Plus a pair of sky blue boxer briefs and a donut.

He’s sitting on the foot of my bed, looking hot as all hell in a pair of gray sweatpants, his damp hair hanging over his forehead and a small smile on his lips. I launch myself at him, giving him a tackle hug, and after I start, I can’t stop. I’m covering him like a blanket.

“Don’t you want your donut?” he whispers against my cheek.

“I want you.”

He grins. “You’re insane. ”

“For that dick.”

He wraps me up. He kisses the scar on my forehead. “Josh Miller. You just got your cherry popped. How does it feel?”

He rubs my ass, which gets me even harder than I am already.

“Let’s do it again now. Pretty fucking please?”

Ezra

I lube him up again, and push inside again, and make him come again—this time using all the things I learned from last time to make sure it happens fast. I come half a second after he does, and I love how Miller moans as my dick throbs inside him. Afterward, after I draw out, he looks dazed.

“You okay?”

He gives me a big, drunk-looking grin. “So good.”

We get in the shower again, laughing as we wash with get-your-dick-up soap—again.

Afterward, I dry Mills’ shoulders off, and towel dry his hair. When we’ve both got towels wrapped around our waists, I rub his shoulders down with lotion. Before I finish, he’s turning around to kiss me.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

We get caught up kissing—until I pull away because I’m scared he’ll ask for the D again, and I’ll give in and give it to him.

“You laid some good pipe,” he says, sounding sleepy, as we walk through his room.

“You…received it nicely?” We’re both laughing our asses off again as we walk downstairs to watch a movie on the couch .

We start Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 , which I have no intention of watching, and I sort of hope he doesn’t either. I cover Mills up with a throw blanket and wedge myself between his back and the couch’s spine. He’s asleep before me, his big body twitching as the movie opens. I hug him and follow him down into dreamland.

In the dream, I’m in the closet, writing on the wall. I’m writing fuck you all . I’m writing please help me .

My mom is right outside the door. I don’t know why she won’t come in.

“Please…”

I can’t move. I’m lying on my side, curled up. I’m so cold. The floor is hard, and I think my hip’s bleeding.

Someone carries me out. There’s nurses everywhere. My mom is whispering. I open my eyes to a bright room and I’m strapped down to the bed. My mom’s not here.

“Ezra!”

I open my eyes, and Mills is blurry.

“Hey, angel.” He’s rubbing my arms, holding me against his chest. “You okay? That one took a minute.” He looks worried.

“What was I saying?” I manage to croak.

“You were saying your mom’s name,” he whispers.

He hugs me harder, rubbing my back. I’m still breathing hard and fast. “I gotchu, Ezzie. We’re okay. We’re on the couch.”

I nod. Tears are dripping down my face, still.

I wrap an arm around him. Miller is so warm and solid. He won’t let me be locked up.

“I love you.” He kisses my forehead, then my cheek. “Whatever happened, you didn’t deserve it. Okay?”

More tears drip down my cheeks, and I cover my face.

I realize I’m shivering—this weird thing that’s happened a few times after I wake up. I think it’s adrenaline or something. Miller hugs me tighter, puts his hand on my chest.

“You’re okay. Look at me. Breathe with me. ”

I do, and when my eyes shut, he kisses my eyelids. His arms come around my shoulders, wrapping me up. I still feel weird. Like zoned out.

He tucks my head against his chest and rubs his palm over the back of my head…over and over—down my nape and down my back. My eyelids start getting heavy again.

“Every single day you’re alive takes you further from that shit,” he whispers.

Sometime later, I feel something tickling my forearm.

Mills murmurs, “Got some markers. Tatting you up.” He chuckles, and the feeling of him drawing on me puts me back to sleep.