Page 13 of Julian Shared (Secret Lives of Hot Twinks #2)

Joel

I get home much later than I planned. The streetlights have already blinked on and there’s not a single splash of sunlight left in the sky. Night has fallen, and so has the temperature, but sweat coats the back of my neck as I walk up to the front door.

Julian’s already waiting. He opens the door for me, wearing an apron over his polo shirt. Takes my briefcase and my cap as he welcomes me home.

The door’s barely closed yet I’m already grabbing him by the waist, pulling him into a deep and greedy kiss. Julian gasps against my mouth and I swallow the sound. I grab his ass one hand and cup the back of his neck with the other as I kiss him.

I’ve been waiting all day for this.

“Oh, Joel,” he mumbles in-between kisses.

Julian grasps at me desperately as I grind against him, letting him feel my erection. “There’s ah — I made a roast. I kept a plate warm for you.”

“Never mind that,” I tell him and pull away from his mouth with a grin. “Take this off,” I order, tugging at the strings of his cute apron, “and change into something else. Don’t wear any underwear.”

Julian’s blush is as red as his hair.

“Go on,” I tell him with a firm pat on his backside and a nudge toward the stairs. “I have another gift for you, but I can’t give it to you here.”

“All right.” His eyes are wide with shock, but his perfect pink mouth is fixed into a smile. Julian scurries off up the stairs and I pop into the laundry room to hang up my uniform and change into a new set of clothes too. A pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt is all I need.

I’ve no intention of Julian playing house spouse tonight. I want him to be my proud little slut. I might have gotten way ahead of myself, but after that phone call…fuck.

There was no helping it. I had to take charge and make a plan. It took quite a few phone calls, but I’ve made arrangements. Special ones.

Now that I know exactly what Julian wants, I’m going to give it to him.

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“Where are we going?” Julian fiddles with his seatbelt as I drive.

“You’ll see when we get there,” I tease. “Don’t make me blindfold you.”

Julian settles down and zips his lips. The rest of the ride is quiet, but filled with delicious tension. I reach over to pat at his lap a few times.

Just to check. Just to make sure.

I’m not disappointed with what I find. He whimpers when I rub the edge of my palm against his erection, acting shy even as his body acts the exact opposite.

Julian didn’t dress modestly.

He might be wearing another damned collared shirt, but the white pair of pants he has on are scandalously tight.

I can’t remember the last time he wore them.

There was some sort of snafu with laundry and they shrank in the dryer.

After that they went to the back of the closet, but Julian’s brought them out of hiding.

We drive into Paradise Palms, following the familiar main road to a building that only became familiar the other day: the community center.

Julian’s nose wrinkles with confusion as I pull into a parking space right at the front. There’s only a few other cars and trucks in the lot. “Why are we here? The next dance meet-up isn’t until next week.”

“You know, they’ll loan out the place for private events,” I say with a hum. “For just a hundred dollars, you get the keys and all-night access.”

The only rule is to leave it in the same state you found it in.

“Joel, what did you do?” Julian asks with wide eyes.

I reach into the pocket of my sweats and hold up the key to the building. “I rented it, love. Figured it’d be a real nice place to host the gangbang.”

Julian blushes at that. As if just a few hours ago he wasn’t stuffing both his holes and moaning to the fantasy of being shared with me and a stranger.

Fuck. He’s so cute like this.

Julian’s shocked, but he ain’t exactly displeased. I can see the dark turn of lust in his gaze and the way he licks the quiver

“You…you should have told me,” he says, “I would have helped.”

Yet Julian’s unbuckling his seatbelt instead of staying in place and demanding we go home. He stares toward the front door of the community center with an enticing mixture of longing and nervousness.

“But you don’t wanna plan it,” I point out the obvious with a tilt of my head, “you just want it to happen to you.”

Sure, we could have talked and talked about it. Went over the fine details and really went into all the nitty-gritty considerations. Julian would have approached his gangbang with the same perfectionist zeal as he plans any party or coordinates any event.

But I don’t want him playing host at this. And I know that's not what he really wants either. He doesn’t want to control, he doesn’t want to be in charge. Not when he has me there.

I just never knew how badly he wanted it like that.

And now that I know what he wants, I can give it to him. I’ve had to piece everything together within a couple of hours and on the fly, but I’m confident tonight is going to be exactly what Julian needs to let himself go.

Julian doesn’t try to argue with me. “How did you…find the men?”

It’s a fair question. I unbuckle my seatbelt too and when I open the car door, Julian follows my unspoken direction.

“Manuel gave me some phone numbers of guys,” I explain while we walk up to the community center. “Guys around post who are into the hot twink scene. So, I called around and vetted until I found a few I liked.”

Julian plays with the collar of his shirt. He stops before we get to the door. “They aren’t…you don’t know any of them personally, do you?”

I’m quick on the uptake. I get what Julian’s trying to fish for. Gently, I take him by the elbow and push him against the wall. I lift my arm above his head and lean forward, drawing him into an indulgent kiss.

“They ain’t my men.”

I might outrank them, but they’re not soldiers. Nobody that’s directly under my command. And nobody married either. Just single guys with clean bills of health who like to get kinky and freaky by fucking twinks who don’t belong to them. Ready, able, and willing to provide their dicks on demand.

No strings attached. No danger of feelings catching.

“What if I don’t like it?” I see the flicker of distress race through his eyes as he looks at me and then back at the door.

“Then we’ll stop and go home,” I say with a shrug and smile.

“And what if you don’t like it?” Julian worries his bottom lip.

“Same deal,” I say, “we’ll stop and go home. Though I gotta tell you, I doubt that’ll happen. Listening to you slut out your holes to the toys was hot as hell…I can’t wait to watch you take some real cocks.”

I cup Julian’s cheek and trace my thumb across his bottom lip. He reacts so beautifully to me. His eyelashes flutter. His mouth opens. A squeaky little sound escapes from the back of his throat.

“Yeah,” I mutter, smile growing ever wider, “that’s what I thought. C’mon, mi amor. Let’s try it out. And if the fantasy of this ends up being hotter than reality, we can go back to double-teaming you with dildos.”

But this is Julian’s choice. I got everything set up, but he’s the only one who can make the final call and make this next move for us.

“Do you trust me?” I ask. “To know what’s good for us? To give you the pleasure that I know you want?”

I step back and offer my hand.

Julian takes it.

No hesitation. No fear. No questions.

Just pure trust and total understanding. He nods and that’s that. Our fingers lace together and we walk into the building.