Chapter 5: First Time Together

Josh’s heart was pounding.

He had agreed to this. He had wanted this. But now that he was standing here—face to face with Nathan and his identical twin, Jake—his nerves were hitting hard.

Nathan must have sensed it because he smiled, easy and reassuring. “You don’t have to be nervous, man.” His voice was smooth, warm. “This is just about feeling good.”

Josh let out a breath. “Yeah. I know. It’s just...” He glanced at Jake, then back at Nathan. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Jake chuckled, giving his brother a nudge. “Neither had I. And look at me now.”

Josh smirked. “Yeah, yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I just feel like I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Nathan stepped closer, eyes dark and inviting. “That’s the best part.” His gaze traveled between the twins. “Let me take care of you.”

Josh swallowed. The warmth in Nathan’s voice sent a shiver through him.

Jake, ever the confident one, was already pulling his shirt off.

Josh hesitated for half a second before following his lead.

The moment their shirts hit the floor, Nathan’s eyes raked over them both. Identical.

From the broad shoulders to the thick carpet of chest hair, the same build, the same trail of hair leading down past their waistbands—everything about them was perfectly mirrored.

Nathan exhaled. “Goddamn.”

Josh felt his skin heat under Nathan’s hungry gaze. He shifted awkwardly, but Jake—always his anchor—gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Relax, man.”

Nathan smiled, stepping closer, his hands trailing over both of them—over identical ridges of muscle, warm skin, the soft scratch of chest hair beneath his fingertips.

Josh exhaled sharply.

Nathan leaned in, voice low. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”

Josh huffed a laugh. “We are identical.”

Nathan smirked. “Exactly.” His fingers traced lower, teasing the waistband of their jeans. “And I love that.”

Jake, already familiar with this rhythm, started unbuttoning his jeans, slipping them down with practiced ease.

Josh hesitated—just for a moment.

Then he did the same.

And just like that, they were standing before Nathan—two mirror images, from the strong build of their thighs to the identical size and shape of what lay beneath their briefs.

Nathan’s breath hitched. “Jesus.”

Josh felt his cheeks heat.

Nathan reached out, palms warm as they skimmed over their hips. His thumbs hooked beneath the elastic of their waistbands, tugging just slightly. “You okay?”