“Luc, I’m marrying Carrie today. I can’t do this,” Jack said, his hands searching for the doorhandle behind him.

“Sure you can,” Lucas said. “It’s just like when we were kids. Remember when mum made us take baths together? Besides, you’re hard already.”

Jack whimpered as his brother ran his hand up and down his shaft. God, he was hard. Lucas lent in close and kissed him softly on the lips. It felt just how Jack remembered except for the scratch of stubble on his brother’s chin. He pulled Lucas to him and kissed him like his life depended on it, forcing his tongue into the warmth of his brother’s mouth. Lucas smiled and groaned. He fumbled with his own trousers, letting them fall around his ankles.

“You’re going commando?” Jack asked, looking down. “That’s a rented tux.”

“You should try it,” Lucas murmured. He yanked his brother’s trousers and underwear down, pulling him into another passionate embrace.

They were on the floor, wrapped around each other, when Carrie walked in on them.