Two Point Conversion by Mercy Celeste Page B

before their dad would climb those stairs and catch them in the act.
    “Your turn.” Kyle read his mind, and dropped to his knees between Kevin’s thighs. Kevin moaned when Kyle did nothing but stare up at him with a look of pure…Oh, God, he looked so sweet…Kevin wanted to shove his dick in his mouth and make him less pure…Kyle smiled and opened his mouth for Kevin to slide inside. He was already there, one thrust inside the wet heat was all it took for him to shoot his load. He whispered Kyle’s name as he shuddered through his orgasm.
    Kyle looked up at him, a smile in his angelic eyes, cum on his plump red lips. Lips he licked at with his pink, pointed tongue just to torture him. Kevin grabbed a fist full of his brother’s hair and pulled his head back.
    “Now who’s the tease?” He followed the path of Kyle’s tongue with his own, tasting his cum on his brother’s mouth. “Fuck, Kyle, I love you so much.”
    Kyle fused their lips together, kissing him as he’d never been kissed before. He sighed into Kevin’s mouth and pulled away. “I know.”
    A sound from outside the room sent them scurrying to finish dressing. “Shit, I forgot about Dad,” Kevin said, dragging on his t-shirt and after a moment of contemplation he pulled on his brother’s jock, because it would look funny to walk down the stairs holding a jockstrap in his hands.
    “I didn’t. I just let you distract me. Hurry up.” Kyle pulled on his shoes, hopping on one foot to do it. “Wonder if he’ll smell the…Sex?”
    “Better than beer. He’ll be pissed about that if he finds out. Where did you leave the keys?” Kevin looked around for his own shoes.
    “You left your shoes in your bag, remember. And the keys are in my pocket.” Kyle slapped his leg making the keys rattle.
    “Okay, okay,” Kevin looked around at the mess they’d made of the room and winced. “We should clean this up.”
    “We still have to clean up the mess Lucas and the guys left at our house. Lucas will have to manage on his own on this one.” Kyle sniffed his hands and then lifted his arms to smell his pits.
    “What are you doing? I didn’t fuck your pits, idiot.” Kevin laughed as he moved up behind his brother to wrap him in his arms for one last kiss before going back to the real world.
    “I reek.” Kyle nuzzled his neck. “So do you. God, you smell so good.”
    “So do you. Like sweat, and football, and me. Tell me you’ll wear my jock all day. Tell me I can fuck you when he goes to the office. Because now that I’m thinking about it, that’s all I can think about,” Kevin whispered holding him tight. He didn’t want this to end. He’d just gotten this, now it was over.
    “I’ll wear your jock all day. You’ll think about it all day. And be horny. I’ll wear it until he leaves, no matter how long. And you can fuck me while I’m wearing your dirty sweaty—" Kevin had to wrap his hand over Kyle’s mouth to shut him up.
    “I will fucking come in my pants if you say another word.”
    He shoved his laughing brother ahead of him into the hallway. He could hear his father’s angry voice from the foyer. They paused long enough to cast each other worried looks. This wasn’t like the man. He never gave a shit about them. As long as they didn’t cause him any trouble he didn’t really seem to know they existed.
    “Jesus, he’s pissed about something. This isn’t going to be good.”
    Kyle nodded. He looked scared for a moment, before squaring his shoulders.
    “When is anything ever good where he’s concerned?” his brother whispered at the top of the stairs, just as their dad caught sight of them. The devil himself couldn’t scowl like Calvin Beauchamp.
    He pointed with two fingers pressed together, very gun like.
    “Home. Now.” He turned and stalked out the front door while the three of them stood around staring at each other.
    “Man, he’s pissed about something,” Lucas managed to say when they made it downstairs. His