Game of Revenge

Chapter 2

Tray

Life is so funny. Help a guy go on a deranged Halloween murder spree, and fall in love.

We all fell into step with each other and agreed not to part ways after the murder house. Now, we’re starting a new life with Kiernan.

It hasn’t been easy because the twins don’t enjoy knowing what the other is doing sexually. I can kind of get it, but that’s what happens when you fall in love with the same guy.

Kiernan went to sleep alone last night, angry that the twins were fighting. He seems to be in a better mood today, and we are in the home improvement store now deciding what kind of wood we’re going to use for the accent wall in the ‘murder house.’

It’s difficult to get out of the habit of calling it that, and I need to for Kiernan. He wants to move forward from that night.

The house has good bones, and we are in the middle of breaking through walls with sledgehammers to create a more open floor plan. If you’re ever in a shitty mood or angry, go to town on a wall and beat the hell out of it.

Even the twins are in a better mood, offering to pick up sandwiches while Kiernan and I work our magic in the home improvement store.

Kiernan has a penchant for knowing what he wants, but needing help to verbalize it. I don’t mind doing it.

“I want an accent wall in the foyer where we chased Ian so the guys could destroy him,” he murmurs. Smirking, I nod, because I remember well watching from the cameras once Bates, Chuck, and Meyers learned the truth, and then were let free to find justice.

“I’m thinking hunter green with the wood accents going in a geometric pattern. What do you think?”

“All green or would you like some white paint as well?” I ask, without skipping a beat. His unhinged mind echoes mine. That night was so long ago.

I still masturbate sometimes to the memories. We were there to soak the walls in blood and revenge, and we just simply don’t have a good enough reason to do it all again.

“The other walls can be the cream color we discussed, but the wall that bore witness to their screams should be all green,” Kiernan says with an evil grin.

This part of him is all mine. Michael and Brian get the positive and happy Kiernan, but I get the darkness that lives in his stormy gray eyes. I live for when it comes out to play.

I know there’s a chaos creature inside of him that loves to stir the pot and see what happens.

Smirking, I nod. “I think that’s exactly what we need then,” I agree. “Let’s load up everything we need.”

Twenty minutes later, we’re paying and then loading up the truck with our supplies.

Me: Mission accomplished. He made his choices.

Michael: That was way faster than I expected. He can never make up his mind when I go with him.

We all have our strengths in this relationship, and part of mine is how well I understand Kiernan’s brain. He wants exactly what he wants, and it never goes well if he’s derailed in some way.

Therefore, I just give him whatever he wants, no matter what it is. I think his obsessive compulsive tendencies are his inner brat looking for validation.

I don’t mind, I’m always very well rewarded for my efforts.

Getting into the truck, I smirk at Kiernan as I turn over the engine. It’s an older car, but it’s good for us.

“The twins have a late lunch ready for us,” I tell him, closing the door behind me.

“Oh, good, I’m starving,” he says with a sigh. “Thanks for the help, I would have been in there forever if I had gone alone with either of them.”

“It’s no problem,” I say. “Don’t mention it. I like helping you visualize your dreams for this house.”

“What about your dreams?” he asks, pulling on his seat belt.

“They’re wherever you are,” I remind him. “Even if things fall apart with the twins, I’m yours.”

On that note, I drive back to the home we’re remodeling to start new dreams, while Kiernan has a goofy smile on his lips.

“We’ve all been under so much stress with the house, maybe we can have a vacation after Brian’s reunion,” Kiernan suggests. “Eat some edibles, fuck, and eat junk food.”

Surprised, I bark out a laugh because it’s rare that we get to indulge ourselves like that since we’ve been so busy. We are the backup sitters for Carrie when she needs it, and this house remodel has been a time suck.

“I’m definitely in for that,” I agree. “The twins are more fun when they’re high, and Brian manages to pull the stick out of his ass.”

“Only so I can fill it,” Kiernan says with a snicker.

His laughter is infectious, and we’re both still chuckling as I pull into the driveway of the big house.

“What’s the point of being with big, strong men if I’m not using you all for your muscles?” Kiernan asks as we get out of the truck. “Want to grab them to help with the wood and paint?”

“Sure,” I agree easily, getting out of the vehicle. Unfortunately, I hear the twins bickering the moment I walk into the house.

It’s the same shit, different day, and I don’t even need to hear a word to know what it’s about. Michael is pissed that Brian wants to go home for the reunion and memorial, a place he doesn’t like either.

Relationships, their childhood, it’s all complicated with them, but they can never figure out how to use their words. If they weren’t related, I’d tell them to bang it out, but that won’t work.

“Yo!” I yell. “That’s enough. Either take a walk or help. You know what, fuck that. This house is huge. Go knock down some more walls. They’re clearly marked for demolition, so you can’t fuck it up.”

“Sorry,” Brian mumbles, raking his fingers through his blond hair. His tattoo of snakes and ivy is clearly on display as he does this, his large arm holes on his T-shirt reminding me of how gorgeous he is. “We can’t seem to be in the same room lately without wanting to kill each other.”

“It’s true,” Michael says with a sigh. “I think destroying walls will help dispel some of the testosterone.”

That’s one of the issues of having so many men in one place. The big dick energy can get to be a little much.

The brothers walk out grumbling, and I can see where they left the bag of sandwiches. Knowing them, they probably already ate, thinking that we would take forever.

Remembering that Kiernan is waiting for me, I curse under my breath and run to rush back out. Unfortunately, it almost causes a collision as he comes in with some of the wood slabs we’re going to put down, and I narrowly miss running into him.

“What happened?” he asks, wondering about why I’m so out of it.

I really don’t like watching the twins fight, because I know one day it’s going to fracture what we’re building.

“The guys went to take out their issues on the walls,” I explain, sighing.

“Just as well,” he mutters. “I’m having a good day, and don’t really want to deal with their shit today.”

It sounds as if he’s running out of patience too, which is never good.

“I’ll help you get the rest of the stuff out in the truck, and then we can eat lunch,” I suggest. “If you’re a very good boy, I’ll eat you too. Think you can paint and stuff my throat full of cock?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m so down for that challenge,” Kiernan growls.

Smirking, I step around him to unload the bed of the truck. I also know that I’m not imagining how quickly he unloads the armful of lumber he has so he can come help me. Before I know it, we have everything inside of the house, ready to tackle our next project.

Maybe I'll give him a blow job while he starts with the bullshit task of painting a random wall that needs it. It just probably doesn’t need it right this second.

I barely taste the three bites of my sandwich that I manage to take before putting it away, while Kiernan makes a face at his turkey sandwich before wrapping it back up. His erection is thick and proud in his basketball shorts, tenting it in an effort to get noticed.

It’s impossible not to notice anything about this tall, muscular, red head. Even though he’s lean and athletic, he seems to take up more space with his personality, and he steals my breath away with how gorgeous he is.

Kiernan has a big heart, with a lot of love to give, which is why I don’t mind sharing him. It’s fun to watch and play, the infighting is just getting exhausting.

“Want to play a game?” I growl, enjoying the way he shivers for me.

“Yes, please,” he whispers, scrambling up from where we were sitting on the ground.

Standing, I point toward a room further inside of the house. I don’t want the twins to walk in on us. That would defeat the purpose of this exercise. I need Kiernan to relax.

Nodding, Kiernan strides in that direction, where I know there’s paint already set up. We’ve been working through the rooms at different intervals, following the chaos of what we want to work on.

It definitely keeps it interesting.

As I follow him into the room, he’s already popped the top of the can of paint, and is currently mixing it. There are painting tarps on the ground, so we can’t really hurt anything with our fun. Anything that we fuck up can be repainted.

I plan to pull the soul from his body with my mouth.

Keeping eye contact with me, he pours out some paint into the tray that’s on a short step ladder, so he doesn’t have to bend down as much to paint. Slowly rolling the paint roller through the tray, he begins to apply the slate gray color on the walls. We’ve already primed the entire house, so it glides right on.

“So let’s play,” Kiernan rumbles, making my dick jump in my pants as he widens his legs. I wish that I was wearing basketball shorts too instead of jeans, because the zipper is chafing me at this point.

“Are you going to be my very good boy and paint the wall?” I ask him, moving to kneel between his legs.

A single tug on his shorts pulls them down his waist, releasing his cock as it bounces in front of my face. Licking my lips as I gaze up at him, I smirk.

“Rules of the game are nice, smooth painting strokes. If you fuck it up, I’ll come up for air and edge you,” I growl. “Ready?”

“Fuck, I have a feeling this deck is going to be stacked against one of us,” he says with a chuckle. “Let’s go, Tray. Wrap your lips around my cock and remind me of what you can do.”

He’s being ridiculous because he gets regular blow jobs from me, and I have a feeling he’s trying to mess with me. Sticking my tongue out, I drag it along the underside of his cock as he groans.

“Catch up, Kier,” I tease him. Placing his hand on the wall outside of where he’ll be painting, he nods getting ready.

Yanking the shorts down all the way so I can kneel more comfortably between his legs, I open my mouth and suck on the thick crown of his cock. Thick pre-cum is already pooling at the tip, begging me to flick my tongue around it to lick it clean.

“Ah, fuck,” Kiernan groans, lifting the roller to push it up and down the wall. As long as he’s painting, he has free range, and he knows it.

His fingers fist my hair, forcing my head down, taking over control as his head drops back with a gasp. His connection with the fucking wall never waivers, and while I can’t see his strokes, he’s fulfilling the rules of the game.

His hips piston forward as he face fucks me, using my throat the way I love. His fingers hold tightly to my hair, his grunts and gasps making my cock jump in my pants. I love our games and being used this way.

Kiernan never falters in his pace, my nose flush against his pelvic bone as he gags me. My throat swallows around his cock, struggling to get the upper hand. We’re both incredibly competitive, and very much like to win.

“God, your mouth is so hot and wet,” Kiernan gasps. “You’re so damn good, but I’m going to win. I don’t want to be edged. I want to fuck you the way I know you crave. You should have chosen a harder challenge if you wanted to win.”

I want his cum, crave it, and need it. I love when he loses control, which means I’m winning either way. As Kiernan stiffens with a groan and shudders, his ability to multi-task ends, and he drops the paint roller onto the ground, spattering us both.

Thankfully, I don’t give a shit as he blows his load down my throat, and I swallow every drop. No matter what game we play, we both always win.