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He wanted to kiss Bay, badly; he glanced behind him, judging Rick far enough away. He leaned in and brought their mouths together. Bay opened for him, tongue eager and soft, sliding against his own, stroking like that fingertip on his nipple.

He groaned, hand tightening. "Wanna fuck you so bad." "We can't. He's watching."

"I hate this. I hate having a fucking baby-sitter." He pumped Bay's cock hard, wanting his twin to feel his own need.

"Two. Two sitters this time..." Bay groaned, pushed against him with a soft cry. "Kenny..."

He licked Bay's lips. "I know. It sucks. I bet there aren’t even any threats; the old man is just trying to keep tabs on us, control us."

"You think we can get rid of them?" Bay's hips were jerking, random, sharp, needy motions.

He ran his tongue along Bay's jaw. "Have we failed to get rid of someone we didn't want around yet?" He stroked his way up to Bay's nipples, teasing them with the tip of his finger as he continued to tug Bay's cock.

"No. Never. Kenny. Kenny, I want..."

He pushed his thumb into Bay's slit. "What do you want, Bay? Tell me. Talk dirty to me."

Bay whimpered, teeth scraping his earlobe. "Want you fuck me, hard and deep. Want to come so hard it aches."

He closed his eyes and let out his own whimper, tugging harder, fingers tweaking Bay's nipple.

"Want to spend the day touching you, making you twist and want." Bay groaned low. "Want to tempt our babysitter into the bed and watch you take him."

"Bay!" Damn, his twin knew him.

He humped his own cock against Bay's hip, tugging hard on Bay's prick.

"Gonna shoot." Those teeth fastened onto his ear. "Me, too," he groaned, jerking as Bay bit him.

The heat of Bay's spunk was fleeting, washed away almost immediately by the water. It was enough, though, to have

him tumbling after, moaning. He pressed closer for a moment and then drifted slowly away, eyes on his twin.

Love you.
The words weren't said, just mouthed, Bay glowing.

Yeah, he knew. Just like he loved Bay.

He smiled and grabbed Bay's hand, tugging his twin back down to the other end of the pool. "Let's eat and work on fulfilling that little fantasy of yours, Bay. The one where you're watching me fuck tall, dark, and handsome."

Bay's hand squeezed his and then his twin was sliding through the water.

He followed, letting the sensuality loving Bay always left in him show, no reason to waste time with the seduction.

***

"So, what's up?" Rick rubbed his forehead at the tinny sound of Simon's voice in the earphones.
Go to sleep, asshole.

"Jacking each other off, looks like. You want the day shift?"

"Not a chance. I hate mornings."

He snorted, eyes watching for anything unusual, ignoring the groans and sighs from the pool. He owed Jonas, they both did. Two ex-cops looking to make it big, and Jonas was right there with contacts and funds and...

Fuck, he was tired.

"They really doing each other, Rick? I mean, really?" Prurient prick.

Rick hated him. "Yeah, O'Neal. They are. You want a blow-by-blow?"

There was a long silence. A dead quiet and he almost felt ashamed of himself.

Almost.

"No. No, Rick, I think I can live without the most erotic experience of the day being unwilling phone sex from the amazing Mr. Patterson. Thanks, though."

Go to bed, O'Neal. Just go.
His eyes made the rounds again, looking for a flash of light, motion. Two years they'd tried to work together, tried to forget all the shit they'd done and finally, fucking finally he got the courage to say he couldn't do it anymore and motherfucking Jonas called in his chips.

Bastard.

"Is the dossier about the threats in here, Patterson?"

"Yeah. In the laptop. You know, that computer thing that you turn on? Holds information? Makes it so you don't have to have papers that anyone can find?" He tried to keep the bitch out of his voice, but this job had no fucking end and their primaries were coming all over each other in the pool and he needed to piss.

"Fuck off, Rick. God damn it, isn't it a little early in the fucking assignment to ride my ass? Hell, you usually wait a day, at least."

"Usually I don't have to work with you."

The silence came again, dead and dull and empty. "You want me to call Sanders in?"

He shook his head. "No. You're the best."

He hated that it was the truth, but it was. Drunk, stupid, half-dead, Simon was the fucking best out there. Now that the drinking was supposedly a non-issue, the man was better.

"Yeah. I'm going to bed. Enjoy the eye candy. I'll relieve you at eight."

Then nothing, which he assumed he deserved, but still. Fuck.

His primaries were coming toward him, the one without the nipple ring glowing. They sure looked alike.

He schooled his face to stillness. Jonas' assistant had warned them the twins were wicked as hell and twice as mean, used to getting to people. Wasn't going to happen here.

They were both grinning at him. "Come eat, babysitter."

He pushed himself off the wall, arching an eyebrow. "Where do you take your lunch?"

They laughed and he had to admit the sound was sexy. "Lunch? We're working up to breakfast."

The second one gave him a look. "They'll bring the food wherever we want it, handsome. Where do we want it?"

"I haven't been here long enough for the grand tour. You'll have to decide." Smartasses.

Pretty smartasses.

They came right up to him, pushing into his personal space and all but rubbing up against him, two identical faces turned up to him.

"We could eat out here." "Or in the dining room." "Or in our bedroom."

"Wherever you want, pretty man."

He didn't back up, didn't look away. "Where is the dining room?"

"He wants the dining room." "I heard."

"How boring."

"Now, now. That table can take a beating."

"Oh, true!"

They smiled up at him and each grabbed one of his arms. "Come with us."

He blinked, following along. Those two were... Damn.

They slunk along, pushing up against his body. "What was your name again, handsome?"

"His name was Brick, lovely; you think you'd remember a name that suited the man to a T."

They stuck their tongues out at each other.

"Rick Patterson. My evening relief is Simon O'Neal." The temptation to swat them both on the ass was huge.

"This, Brick dear, is the dining room. Well, alcove. The actual 'dining room' is this huge monstrosity where we sit at a forty person table with Father once a month."

One of them left his side and sat on the table, legs spread, leaning back on his hands. "You like sausages for breakfast, Brick?"

Simon was going to kill them both. That thought almost made having to take this job worth it.

"I'm a vegetarian, sir."

"Oh, God, no." The pretty boy rolled his eyes and picked up a phone. "Send up bacon, eggs, sausages. And..."

Aquamarine eyes looked him up and down. "A head of lettuce. Oh, no, don't put yourself out."

They both started giggling as the phone was hung up, arms sliding around shoulders and waists.

He moved to look around the room, well used to working through a shift without food. The decorations were simple, classy, easily searched, although he'd like to sweep the entire place for bugs. He made a note on his palm to contact Smitty, Jonas' personal security manager, about that.

His hands were taken suddenly and he was pulled to a seat. "We ordered you vegetables, Brick, come eat with us."

"Or eat us." They were giggling again.

Oh, yeah. Simon was going to kill them. Both.

"Somehow I doubt I could do my job and perform fellatio concurrently."

"Oh, big words!"

The one clapped his hands, the other nodded. "Fellatio!" "I was thinking concurrently, actually."

They pulled their chairs over, sitting on either side of him.

He let himself chuckle, shake his head. "When do you two go back to college again?"

"Oh, he's bored of us already."

"That's your fault." "No, it's yours." "Yours."

"You-urs."

They continued on for a few more moments until the food came.

He was going to need aspirin. Lots of it. Maybe he should buy stock in Bayer.

The boys piled their plates high, making one for him out of the salad, not head of lettuce, but genuine salad the cook had made. Then they both pressed close and two hands dropped to his thighs, stroking along the inside.

"Hungry, Brick?"

"Firstly, the name is Rick. Secondly," He removed both their hands from his legs. "Hands off, boys. Fuck each other. I work for your father. And yes, I am." He took the salad and began eating.

That shut them up for two bites.

"If you think you can come into our home and invade our privacy and tell us what to do and and and..."

"
Be
here."

"That's right, and be here. Well." "Go home."

"Yeah. We don't want you here." "
Rick
."

"I don't work for you. You want me gone? Speak to your father."

"Oh, but we want you gone today, not in four months." "Or whenever it is he manages to put us on his calendar."

The beautiful brats shared a look between them and the boy without the nipple ring stopped eating. The other one shook his head the tiniest bit and went back to eating, the nonchalance studied, practiced.

"I'm sorry, but there has been a threat upon your life. I won't interfere with your lifestyle or report your actions to your father. My job, our job is your safety."

"You aren't here to spy on us?" It was the un-nipple ringed one again. He wondered if he was ever going to figure out which was which.

"I am here to keep you alive. Period." He wasn't getting paid enough to be a snitch.

The boys exchanged another look, nipple ring sneering a little at the slightly crestfallen look of the other. "You didn't

think he actually cared what we were up to, did you, Basil?"

"Fuck off, Kenny." Basil got up and headed for the door.

He reached out, touched Basil's wrist. "If you're going on your own, I need to call backup."

The boy turned and looked at his twin. Kenny shrugged and his mouth twisted a moment. "Sorry, Bay."

Basil -- or Bay or what the fuck ever -- shook of his hand. "I'll stay. This time." The last two words were pointed, directed at Kenny.

"Thank you." He almost felt sorry for them. Almost.

Kenny pushed away from the table and looped his arms around Bay's neck. "Don't sulk, Bay. We'll go pop a red pill and float away in the pool."

"Not just float, I hope. Seeing as Brick's not gonna be running to the old man."

Two pairs of eyes slid to him, watching him as their mouths met in an obscene kiss.

He simply ate his salad, enjoying the crisp bite of radish, the green pepper. Beautiful, but spoiled.

They laughed softly and headed for the door, hand in hand.

He sighed and pushed away from the table, following behind, a shadow.