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Heeeeelllllllo, people! Sorry I haven’t updated in like forever, I’ve been busy with everything. Something bad happened to me yesterday, and I got all shook up, and agh! It scared me! Anyway…I’ve got ideas (well not really but I’m listening to inspiring music so the writer’s block will stop soon). So…like…yeah.

Thanks to all my reviewers, you guys are awesome!!! I wish I could express how much you guys mean to me!!! Words can’t say it…I’m trying, but it doesn’t cut it, and I’m sorry for that! LOVE YA!!!!

I’ll let you know when the World Champs are on as soon as I find out. I promise.

So anyway…here’s chapter three!!!

[Chapter 3: Midnight]

The full silver moon had replaced the sun in the sky, and the twins were anticipating the moment their parents went to bed. They tended to stay up much later, as they were night owls, and besides, they had things to attend to. Like Paul’s erection, which still hadn’t been take care of.

Right now they were surveying Paul’s room. They had two suitcases and two gym bags. All four were packed full of their clothes and necessities. It made them feel good, like they had accomplished something.

Morgan grinned, a reckless smile that spread to his amber eyes. “They’ll go soon,” he said softly. “Dad said he was exhausted.”

Paul yawned and leaned back against the headboard of his bed. “Do you want to stay in here tonight?”

Morgan’s cheeks flushed; he remembered what had happened that afternoon. Not that he could ever forget. He knew what he wanted Paul to do to him, and he knew what Paul wanted him to do to him. Morgan’s eyes flicked to meet his brother’s.

“Yeah,” he said huskily. “That would be nice.”

Paul grinned too; his heart was pounding at the way Morgan was looking at him. For the first time in his life, he felt like someone really needed him; wanted him like this, had to be with him all the time or they’d die without him. It felt nice to be needed. Instinctively, he got up and slid his arms around his brother’s shoulders.

Morgan’s eyes were half-closed; Paul could smell his scent, cinnamon and fire, and something else, something distinctly Morgan. It was a nice combination. He inhaled deeply. “I love you,” he whispered.

Morgan ran a finger down Paul’s cheek. “I love you too.” He read the look on Paul’s face like a book. “You can’t wait much longer, can you?”

Paul shook his head. He could feel Morgan’s heat through their jeans. “No. What time is it?”

Morgan glanced at the digital clock on the bed stand. “Eleven.”

Paul made a noise somewhere between a sigh of relief and a snort. “Thank god.”

There was a soft knock on the door, and they jumped apart, embarrassed. “Yeah?” Morgan called.

“We’re going to bed,” their mother’s voice called through the mahogany of their door. “Goodnight.”

“’Night,” the twins chorused. They smiled at each other, electricity spreading through their veins.

Their parents’ footsteps faded away in a couple of seconds. Morgan sighed and stretched. “In here or in the barn…or the clearing?” he asked.

“They’d hear us if we stayed in here,” his twin said confidently. “Let’s go out to the barn. It’s peaceful in there.”

“The animals will get a show,” Morgan said mischievously, a sparkle in his amber eyes.

Paul grinned. “Not if we put on our show in the loft. They’ll just hear a lot of noises.”

Morgan stood up as the sound of a door closing far away echoed through the long halls of their house. “Come on, Paulie,” he whispered. “We’re wasting time.”

Paul stood up too and Morgan grabbed his hand. They opened their door, taking care to be as quiet as they could when they shut it behind them. They stole down the hall and out the kitchen door. Morgan slipped the key in his jeans pocket. As soon as they got outside Paul pulled his twin towards him and their lips met in a sweet kiss.

Their tongues collided, but they weren’t fighting for control this time, just wrapping over and over each other. Paul felt Morgan’s arousal, now apparent, through his pants. It brushed against his own and they unleashed simultaneous howls of pleasure, soft but enticing.

Paul broke away for a breath of fresh air, inhaling sharply through his mouth, still tasting Morgan on his lips, his tongue. "We-we need to get to the barn-” he said haltingly.

Morgan nodded gently, his eyes clouded with desire, and they took off. Neither of them had ever run so fast in their lives. The wind in their hair, whipping it back, the breeze kissing their faces, seeping through their t-shirts, clothing them in the cold. Paul shivered. It felt good.

“Tell me,” he said softly. "Why did we come here before Athens? If we were at Ohio State we'd have more privacy.”

"Mom's too persuasive, I guess," Paul replied hoarsely. "Next time we'll know."

They slowed as they reached the barn, letting their eyes wander into the dark depths. The stars were out by now, shining with the moon, joining as one to give them a dim light to see by. Paul led his twin into the door, seeking out the ladder to the loft. Some of the horses shifted in their stalls, giving neighs of welcome.

Morgan patted his favorite black stallion on the nose on their way. Paul saw this and smiled, he’d always had a deep affection for the horse. He fisted his hands over the rung closest to him and began to climb. Morgan followed.

Hay was piled all over the floor in the loft, making a semi-comfortable place to lay down. Paul leaned over to the small table they kept up there and grabbed their flashlight. He flicked it on and shined it on the floor. It made his eyes hurt.

He set it down so it was facing the ceiling as Morgan stepped onto the platform beside him. Now that they were here, really alone at last, it was awkward. Paul stretched his arms over his head and his shirt rose up a little. Morgan studied the taut muscles of his abdomen, and immediately the throbbing between his long, muscular legs increased. He shivered. It was going to be nice.

Paul walked over to him and their lips brushed tenderly. Morgan licked his twin’s lower lip, seeking entrance, and Paul obliged, opening his mouth slightly, tantalizingly. Morgan slid his tongue forward and began to explore his brother’s mouth once again. Paul ground his hips into Morgan’s, moaning, and toyed with the hem of his t-shirt. Morgan broke the kiss so he could take it off, then doing the same to Paul. Then their mouths met again.

Morgan traced his fingertips down Paul’s shoulders, realizing dimly that it was his turn to give. He licked his twin’s tongue and was rewarded with a shudder and soft howl from his brother. He smiled and pulled away to press soft kisses on Paul’s neck. Paul threw his head back and moaned, low and long. “Ohhhhh,” he whispered. “Morgan…”

Morgan went further, onto Paul’s chest, sliding his tongue gently over his twin’s nipples, looking much like pencil erasers at the moment. Paul twined his fingers in Morgan’s hair, sighing. It felt so good.

Then Morgan got daring, and slid his hand down Paul’s jeans, sliding them tantalizingly off. He was surprised at how loose they were. It registered that they had both lost weight while training so hard for the Olympics and the World Championships. He shook his head gently and concentrated at what he wanted to do.

Paul’s erection was showing immensely through his boxers, and Morgan felt his jeans becoming uncomfortable, as there was no room left for his arousal to grow any more. So, he took them off in one smooth motion, and there they were, mostly naked before each other.

Paul lay down on the floor, leaning against the wall for support. Morgan grinned at his twin’s eagerness, and knelt by him, licking his lips in anticipation. Paul helped him, grabbing his wrists and moving them to the edges of his boxers. Morgan peeled them off, frustrating himself by not looking at Paul’s cock until he had thrown the offending piece of cotton to the side. When he finally did look he was shocked into a sharp intake of breath.

Paul’s cheeks flushed brilliantly at the look on his twin’s face. Morgan’s deep amber eyes lifted to meet his, and Paul grinned self-consciously. “Don’t say a word, Morgan,” he whispered, averting his eyes.

“But it’s so beautiful,” Morgan breathed, leaning over Paul’s erection, ready to dive. But before he did, his eye met his twin’s again, asking consent. Paul nodded, unable to hide his eagerness, and Morgan smiled.

Then he plunged his head in-between Paul’s legs.

Paul let out a long, loud howl that would have sounded mournful to anyone else’s ears but Morgan’s. His fingers tangled in his brother’s reddish-gold hair again, rubbing, massaging, egging him on. Morgan opened his mouth wider to take all of Paul’s huge cock. He let it slide down his throat, the damp skin brushing his tongue as it did. Paul’s breath hissed in his throat. Morgan felt his brother’s cock throbbing in his mouth. God. It was turning him on even more…he reached down with clumsy hands and tore his boxers off his hips.

Paul’s hands roamed down Morgan’s back, back up over his chest, over his aching erection. His long hardness was killing all sensible thoughts that were running through his brain at the moment. He groaned softly and thrust hard into his brother’s mouth.

Morgan took his twin’s arousal out of his throat and swept his tongue over the sensitive head. Paul tensed. “Oh…fuck…oh MORGAN…oh FUCK! Fuck! Yeah…like that…fuck…oh shit…I’m going to come…”

Morgan’s whole body shivered in anticipation as Paul let loose and spilled his seed lengthily into Morgan’s waiting mouth. Morgan feasted hungrily and when he was done Paul let his eyes roam to his brother’s cock.

“That was amazing,” he said softly.

Morgan’s eyes met his, reading his thoughts, and he leaned forward and crushed his lips to Paul’s own. Paul brought him closer, so their bodies were touching everywhere, tasting himself on his brother’s tongue. Mm…they tasted almost exactly alike. It was delicious.

Morgan smiled when they broke apart, his eyes still closed. “You’re amazing,” he whispered.

“So are you,” Paul insisted, and they kissed again. “Do you want me to take care of-” his eyes strayed to Morgan’s arousal. “-that for you?”

Morgan nodded, his eyes alight with desire.

Paul leaned down and took his twin in his mouth again. At the long groan Morgan released, he figured he must be getting better at this. He swirled his tongue around the base, licking back and forth, to a whispered approval from Morgan.

It didn’t take long for him to come straight down Paul’s throat. Paul licked it all up and then they sat back, contemplating what had just happened.

Morgan sighed inaudibly, running a hand through his twin’s soft hair. All he could think about at the moment was being fucked by his twin, making love with him all night long. He peered down at Paul, whose head lay on his chest. His eyes were half-closed. He looked tired.

“Do you want to go back?” he asked gently.

Paul yawned. “Uh-huh,” he replied. “We should get some sleep.”

“I know.” Morgan grabbed his clothes and pulled them on as Paul did the same.

“But tomorrow…I have a surprise for you,” Paul said, his eyes glinting devilishly. Morgan shivered with anticipation as he shut off the flashlight.

“And what would that be?” he asked softly.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Paul replied, and he refused to say another word about it, even as they lay pressed close against each other in his bed later that night.

Hope you guys liked it…hugs and lovely dreams to you all!!! *g* IF you know what I mean.
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