Ezra reached his own hand out, resting it on top of mine. “Yeah, Brick. You’ve collected enough scars already.”
Brick let out a puff of air, then remembered himself, narrowing his eyes. “But don’t think for a second this means that you’re off the hook. You should have never reached out to Frisk’s guy. I can’t imagine how in the hell you found him anyway, or what you must have said to get him to agree. Thinking about you two in his company is going to give me nightmares for weeks, and I’m sick of fucking nightmares.”
Ezra and I dropped our hands, lacing our fingers together as they fell to our sides. “Sorry,” I said. “I know. I’ll tell you a really wild story one day, though, once you’re ready to hear it.”
Brick almost chuckled again, warming a little more. I imagined he was coming around to the fact that everything was going to be okay and that he wasn’t going to have to risk his neck again to pay for his past. I squeezed Ezra’s hand, excited that this might actually go well.
“Anyway,” said Ezra, licking his lips. “What are you going to do about it,Brick?” He popped Brick’s name when he said it, almost like he was chewing gum and blowing a bubble.
“Excuse me?” Brick asked.
“We broke one of your commands. I said what are you going to do about it?” Ezra asked again, grinning and swinging my hand.
I swallowed as Brick stood up, rising from his stool and taking a last drink from his beer. “What do you think I’m going to do about it?” he asked, towering up next to us. “What do you think a guy like me does when my boys need discipline?”
My boys?
Did he just call us his boys?
My heart started pounding in my chest, and Ezra purred as he squeezed my hand harder. Brick looked like a wall of muscles standing above us, and with the bar so empty and the light bulb flickering, I felt like he could do anything he wanted.
In fact, I wanted him to.
Ezra turned, kissing lightly at my neck. I shuddered while I felt his lips along my skin, and my eyes fluttered shut from the pleasure of being put on display for Brick. The tension was still thick in the air, but the more Brick glared at us, the more I realized Ezra was right.
There was one way the three of us could burn through that tension, and we all knew damn well what was going to come next.
“Get in my truck,” Brick barked. “Now.”
BRICK
My heart was kicking against my rib cage as I drove across the neighborhood, winding down the side streets and over the steep Seattle hills, the overgrown trees casting shadows everywhere. It was like I had been carrying an explosion inside of me for days, the expectation of the fight working a knot into my gut. And now that the fight was off, all I could think about was unloading that energy.
Judging by the way Ezra tickled the back of Irving’s neck on the drive, nipping at his earlobes and blowing on his collarbone, they wanted it as bad as I did.
“Which one is yours?” I asked. “End of the block?”
Irving swatted away Ezra’s hand. “Yeah, the apartment building,” he answered, his voice trembling with anticipation.
I backed my truck into a spot, then reached across the guys to fling their door open. Ezra started making those quiet whimpering noises as we entered the building and took the elevator up to Irving’s place. When we got to the top floor, I halted them each in the hallway with a hand on the shoulder.
“Get inside,” I ordered. “Leave the door unlocked. I want you waiting for me.”
I watched as they hurried into the apartment, their hands nervously gliding along each other’s bodies. I pulled out a toothpick, popping it between my teeth as I leaned against the wall. Just knowing they were inside, touching each other and thinking about me, made me so hard I could barely handle it. There was so much chaos in my life and so much danger in the world, but getting with Ezra and Irving pushed that all aside. They could keep up with me, our hearts beating together, until I was actually, truly spent.
When I was good and ready, I pushed off the wall and entered the apartment.
It was sparse but big, with light streaming through the windows and a computer set up at a desk. Something about it felt familiar to me, and I immediately relaxed, prowling around the apartment. I took a few steps forward, rubbing my hand across my hard cock. The kitchen was empty, and when I turned back to the other side of the place, I heard a moan, whining down the hallway.
I turned the hallway, passed the bathroom, and kicked open the last door. Ezra and Irving were sprawled out on a large bed covered in gray sheets, with wide windows behind them. Ezra was stripped down to his superhero briefs, and he held a strand of rope in his hands. Irving was naked beneath Ezra, his pink cock twitching and hard against his body.
I licked my teeth. Perfect.
My cock was already aching when I grabbed the rope from Ezra’s hand, giving him a light smack on his butt while I was there. He stumbled forward, landing in Irving’s arms on the bed.
I swung the rope in a circle while I looked down at them and stroked my cock through my denim. I admired the dark, curly hairs on Ezra’s thighs and the blonde wisps spiraling down from Irving’s belly button to his cock. Ezra grinned at me, then grabbed Irving’s face and pulled him in for a deep, sloppy kiss.
I swung the rope again. “Who first?” I asked.
