Three is the Charm

Nine | Modise's House

Modise

Room 707, Modise finished typing his anonymous request, and placed his phone on the bathroom basin cabinet. He hoped Mack, the owner of The House, will bend the rules for him just this once. He wanted to see Sam again. 

No.

 Want wasn’t the right word to describe how he felt. He needed to see the man. He couldn’t stop thinking about him. Modise shook his head, just the thought of the small man had him going hard.

He groaned, feeling revved up.  

He stared down at his naked body. His c**k was growing thick and dark from need. Modise forced himself to think about something else. But Sam kept popping into his mind.

 Sam had been a sweet surprise that he wanted to taste again, and again, and again, until he couldn’t remember his name, and who he was. Modise closed his eyes unable to stop himself from remembering Sam’s hands. They’d felt amazing on his skin – so warm and soft.

 Modise got harder. 

He needed to cool it. Modise tried to focus on work. He was heading to the hospital in a few minutes. He was going to be on call the whole night so he couldn’t afford to be distracted while he had people’s lives in his hands.

“There you are,” he heard Baile walk into the bathroom. He turned away to hide his hard on facing the basin. His erection twitched and moisture sipped from the slit at the sound of his deep voice.

Shit. Modise gritted his teeth at being caught naked.

Well, f**k it was his bathroom, he shouldn’t feel shame or anything.

He should have known Baile was going to come after he’d excused himself from dinner. Baile’s mother couldn’t help but play concerned stepmother.

Modise reached for a towel on the towel rack, and tied it around his waist. As Baile came into view he could see that he was wearing a white shirt rolled up to his elbows with snug jeans. He looked good.

Modise hadn’t seen him in months. The way he preferred it. Having him near, in his house, did things to him – made him feel things a brother shouldn’t feel, shouldn’t crave like air.

Modise’s eyes crawled down his brother’s gorgeously toned body, noting the way the shirt clung to his thick n*****s. He knew they were thick because he’d suckled on them once – hungrily, in his room. Their parents had been a few feet across the hall sleeping. And he’d muffled a groan of frustration as Baile had crawled into his bed after a three months long absence. He’d been away for school.

Baile had confessed that he’d missed him and wrapped his arms around him, his naked chest coming into contact with his. Baile had never done this before. They’d always managed to keep their distance. He was nineteen, and wanted to show affection to his older brother. He didn’t know what he was doing, Modise had reasoned. He didn’t know that his older brother followed his every move, his eyes glued to his generous ass. Longed to lick him and taste his dark chocolate skin, just to find out if it tasted as sweet as it looked. But Modise hadn’t realised that he was putting his thoughts into action - that his tongue was flicking the hard n****e that had somehow found its way into his mouth. He’d sucked hard feeling it get thicker and harder. His mouth filled with saliva making Baile’s n****e slippery and juicy. It had felt so good in his mouth that it took him a minute to come to his senses. He’d breathed hard, forcing his mouth away.

“Don’t stop,” Baile had moaned guiding his mouth to the other n****e.  He was needy wanting more, lusting for his touch. But Modise had pulled away. He’d cursed his perverted desires, his need for him.  And vowed never to let his deep dark desires see the light of day. He could be straight, and not want what he couldn’t have. At twenty-one his actions had scared him to the core. He couldn’t live with it. He left home the next day, and never visited for more than a few hours. But even though he had shoved his soul and desire deep in the closet, some yearnings always found a way out whenever he was in Baile’s presence for too long. And once it had gotten the better of him, Modise shook his head not wanting to think about it.

 It was always him, only him.

He always wanted him.

Like now. Modise wiped at his face with his hand.

Why did he have to come now?     

“Even brothers call to say they’re stopping by.” Modise bit out, dragging his eyes from Baile’s tempting n*****s.  

“Step…step-brother,” Baile turned to him, “how many times will I have to say that until it gets into your thick skull.”

“Don’t start.” Modise walked out of the bathroom. He made for his closet. He could hear Baile following him. “What brings you here?”

“Mom, wanted me to check on you,” Baile breathed out through his mouth. He sounded like he had been holding his breath.

“I’m busy.” Modise said gruffly. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. He wanted to deal with his demons alone. “And I spoke to her, excused myself from dinner. It’s not like I didn’t call.”   

“What are you busy with that you can’t make dinner?” Baile sauntered to his bed. Baile didn’t know why he was provoking him. He’d checked on him; it was time to leave, but no…he sat down on the bed.

“I’m a doctor, in case you forgot.” Modise ruffled into his closet for something to wear. He had to get to the hospital. This conversation needed to end quickly.

“I’m a therapist, but I always find the time to visit them.”

“Good for you.” Modise retorted. Of course Baile would visit. He was the golden boy. He could do no wrong, even in his eyes. He just couldn’t be around him and them. Being there reminded him how perverted he was, because he was reminded that they were a family and he shouldn’t have such feeling about his brother…step brother. But he did, and he wished he could give into them. Bend him over the bed, and sink into him.

Baile would receive him too, moaning his name as he spread his thighs for him. Offering him what he’s wanted for so long. Modise stifled a groan as an image of them together on the bed filtered into his mind.

He ground his teeth dropping the towel to pull his underwear.  A gasp sounded in the room. He stilled, not daring to turn around.  A minute of strained silence ticked by, and all Modise could hear was his ragged breathing.