Two Point Conversion

M/M Erotic Romance/Twincest



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On his 19th birthday Kyle gets the surprise of his life. A make out session in the back of the bus. With his wide receiver.
Kevin loves two things, football and Kyle Beauchamp. After a rough game and a discreet blow job in the back of the bus Kevin’s life will never be the same. But the love of his life is straight, and off limits, in more ways than one.
When Kyle returns his feelings Kevin has to decide if a few nights of intense passion is worth destroying their future. He knows one thing, losing Kyle would be like losing the other half of his soul.

Chapter One

Kyle took three steps deep in the pocket. Looking, looking, Kevin made it to the twenty and he let the ball fly. Hail Mary pass. Five seconds left on the clock. Kevin leaped into the air just as Kyle hit the ground. The cheers erupting from the visitor side told him everything he needed to know just as the buzzer went off.
They’d won. Two and O to start their senior year off on the right foot. The linebacker who’d tackled him didn’t look happy but he held his hand out to help Kyle off the ground anyway. “Good game, man. Really good.”
Kyle slapped him on the shoulder and returned the compliment. And it was a good game. Going right down to the buzzer. Their extra point attempt was good, putting this in the win column by three points. He found Kevin and hauled him into a hug, slapping him on the helmet.
“You did it. Oh, my God. I didn’t think you’d get there in time.”
“Told you I would be there. When have I ever not been there?” Kevin shouted back, breathlessly.
“That is why they call them The Double Trouble Twins.” The announcer said over the sound of the screaming.
Their side screamed the stupid nickname, and then erupted into an impromptu sing along. Happy Birthday to You….Today was his and Kev’s nineteenth. He hooked his arm around his brother’s neck and dragged him close. They raised their helmets in thanks. Tonight was a great night.
Last to board the bus for home he and Kevin found their seats at the very back. They didn’t usually sit together but somehow this trip seemed like a good one to spend together. Kevin pushed him into the seat first.
“I can’t stand sitting by the window. Makes me sick to watch the road pass by.” Back when they were kids, long trips with Kevin were a nightmare.
“I thought you outgrew that.” Kyle adjusted into the seat, putting his shoulder against the glass to give Kevin room in the cramped space.
“I did, except for on buses.” Kevin shoved his gear into the space above their heads and reached for Kyle’s. He pulled down his letter jacket and sat beside Kyle with the jacket on backwards.
Identical twins, they were alike in nearly every way. Same height, same face, same brain it seemed sometimes. Kevin was a bit bigger in the muscle department but that was from the workout sessions, not genetics. He also felt the cold more and had a weaker stomach than Kyle.
The drive was nearly three hours. Most of their families had made the trip up to see them play but all of them chose to ride the bus home. There was just something about being with the team after the game. The bullshit. The fun. Mostly the bullshit. But after a couple of hours, the long day and the adrenaline wearing off pretty much knocked them out.
Everyone but Kyle. He had other problems.
“Quit wiggling,” Kevin mumbled against his neck, he was mostly asleep lying on Kyle’s shoulder.
“I can’t get comfortable,” Kyle whispered back, trying to ease the pressure between his legs without his brother noticing.
“What’s the problem?” Kevin yawned, the warmth washing over Kyle’s skin making him shiver. Jesus. Kevin’s dark eyes finally opened and he sat up enough to see Kyle fidgeting.  “Seriously, Ky, what’s going on? You’re not hurt or something, and didn’t tell Coach?”
Kyle looked away in embarrassment. Usually, a jack-off in the locker room after a game was all it took to bring him down. Tonight there hadn’t been enough time. And the urge wasn’t subsiding on its own.
“I…I’m still keyed up…I need…” He stopped trying to explain and pulled his shorts down enough for Kevin to see for himself.
“Oh.” Kev’s eyes went round. He licked his lips, and Kyle had to suppress a groan. Jesus, it was Kevin looking at his dick. Not some chick. He shouldn’t want. But he did. His dick rose up to say hi, leaving a trail of pre-come between the head and his belly. He throbbed and twitched while Kevin watched.
“What do you usually do about it?” Kevin asked his gaze never leaving Kyle’s exposed body part.
“Jack-off in the shower. How do you take care of it?” Kyle didn’t really want to know the answer to that question. Not with his dick hard and his brother looking on.
“Same. Why didn’t you shower?” Kevin finally looked Kyle in the eye.
“Coach called me over to discuss the last play and then it was too late.” Two more minutes and he would have been safely in the locker room and none of this would be happening. “I need to come down.”
Kevin nodded and looked around. His breath seemed rapid, like he’d been running. “Everybody is asleep. With headphones on.”
“Yeah, I noticed.” Kyle couldn’t help it– he edged his hand up to stroke himself. “Keep watch will you.”
“Yeah,” Kevin said, but he seemed engrossed in Kyle’s movements. “Want me to help?”
Kyle leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes. He didn’t stop to wonder how his brother could help. Now that his hand was moving there was no stopping…He bit his lip on a gasp. The heat that wrapped around his dick felt so fucking good. Hot lips and, oh fuck, the tongue pressing against the sensitive spot made him want to shoot now. He wrapped his fingers in short hair.
“Kev?” He whispered his brother’s name, as he glanced down to see if he hadn’t just imagined his brother going down on him. Oh, fuck. Kevin leaned over him, his head bobbing. Adrenaline spiked hard, leaving him breathless, he’d never been so damned hard.
Kevin didn’t stop, he opened his mouth wider and eased down Kyle’s shaft, taking him in deeper. Oh fuck, oh fuck, so good.
“When did you learn…?” He pumped into Kevin’s mouth. At this point, he didn’t really care whose mouth was wrapped around him. He just knew he had to get off. And soon.
Kevin ignored him and pushed his hand away, replacing it with his own. Spit dripped down over his balls, and Kevin followed the wet trail into Kyle’s shorts. He fondled him, rubbing a damp finger over his taint. The thrill of his brother’s touch sent electric sparks shooting through Kyle’s body to his brain.
“So good.” He spread his legs wider as Kevin’s hand reached deeper. More hot spit and other fluids dripped down and Kevin wasted no time wetting his fingers.
Kyle slid in the seat putting his knees up on the back of the seat in front of them. He opened wider, biting his tongue at the first tentative breach of his hole. Just one finger moving in him, slowly at first. Kyle reached down Kevin’s body and found the hem of his shirt, and then the waistband of his shorts. He just wanted to touch flesh. He gripped Kevin’s hip but couldn’t reach forward far enough to return the favor. Instead, he dragged his fingers along Kev’s ribcage looking for something to touch. He pinched the peaked nipple he found. Flat, hard, pebbled, and nothing like a girl. His brother moaned deep in his throat. The vibration had Kyle sweating. The finger inside him hooked ever so slightly and that was all it took— a jolt of lightning shot from that finger through his dick and into Kevin’s mouth.
Kevin gagged at the force and pulled off, but Kyle couldn’t stop—the dark eyes staring into his kept him on edge. Cum on his brother’s lips made his dick even harder. He tugged at Kevin’s hair and dragged his mouth up so he could taste himself. Kevin slid his finger out of Kyle's ass and continued to jack him as his tongue swept into Kyle’s mouth.
“I’m going to shoot again.” He warned his brother.
Kevin covered the head of his dick with his large hand and rubbed hard, hitting that sensitive spot that pushed Kyle over the edge. He wrapped both arms around his brother and bucked against him, coming harder than he had the first time.
When he finished, he reached his hand between them and into Kevin’s shorts. It didn’t take his brother long to come in his hand. Their mouths pressed together, heavy breaths mingling, while the bus rolled over the bridge into town.
“Happy birthday, Ky.”
“Happy birthday, Kev.”



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