Chris ate the cold and oily spring roll, his stomach grumbling.
“This is nice,” Andy said.
“What is?”
“Being together again with Daniel. But I still miss Mom and Dad.”
“I know you do, but you have me.”
Andy beamed. “Forever and ever?”
“Fuck yeah!”
“And Daniel too?”
“That’s more of a short-term arrangement.”
The two brothers kept talking and eating. Chris should have listened and gathered information, but his thoughts drifted away, the alcohol covering his brain like a tide. A small part of him still hoped to wake up in the safety of his bed, gasping with terror yet relieved to have escaped the nightmare.
Trevor got up and wiped his hands on a napkin. “Time for my dessert.”
“We have dessert?” Andy asked in excitement.
“I meant Danny’s butthole.”
“Oh.”
“But there’s some chocolate in the bags.”
“Yay!”
Trevor leaned down and spread Chris’s legs on the couch.
He knew he should let him have his way, but survival instincts kicked in, overpowering his common sense. “Don’t touch me!”
“Hey, don’t be shy. I’ve seen it all before.” He landed on top of Chris and lifted his bound hands behind his head. “You know I always make you enjoy it.” He leaned his head down and sucked on Chris’s right nipple, using a bit of teeth.
Chris half-growled, half-moaned.
“Don’t fight it.” Trevor moved to the left nipple, once again striking the right balance between pleasure and pain. He roamed over Chris’s skin with his hands, focusing on his most sensitive parts, like above his hip bones and below his armpits.
“There you go, baby.” He ran his tongue from Chris’s belly button to his neck. “I’ll never forget how to make you purr.” He reached for Chris’s cock, which was hardening against his will. A few firm strokes brought him to full erection.
“Good thing about cocks,” Trevor said, “is that they never lie.” He spat on his fingers and slowly ran them around Chris’s crown, causing him to twist and gasp onthe couch.
“There you go, Danny. No more acting like you hate this. I know you too well.”
An unintentional sob snuck out of Chris. It felt as though no time had passed since his days with the Mitchells. Everything he’d fought so hard to achieve was falling apart like a house of cards.
Trevor shifted his waist, and with no warning, shoved his cock into Chris.
The pain pierced through his body. He screamed but couldn’t fight with his hands behind his head. At least the alcohol made the pain slightly duller.
Trevor’s skin felt hotter than the fireplace, his full weight pressing Chris hard against the couch.
“Did you miss this?” He licked across Chris’s chin. “Did you think of me every time you had sex?”
“I hate you!”
