“Damn,” I said, “we actually love you, okay?”
I shot my hand over my mouth, realizing what I had said.We.We actually love you.“Oh my god, I’m sorry, Irving. I can’t believe I said that. I guess I mean I love you, Brick. Except that’s—”
“We love you,” Irving jumped in. “Ezra says that a little too early, I think, but it’s true. You mean something special to the both of us, and somehow, I can’t imagine our life without you in it. That’s why it was so easy to hand over the money from my family and why offering you my apartment seems like the obvious choice.”
“We’re on your team, Brick,” I said. “As long as you’ll have us around, we’ll be here.”
Brick blinked a few times, his green eyes almost watery as he stared at us. He tapped his foot against the desk a few more times, then let out a puff of air.
“Come here,” he said, tapping his chest lightly. “Come here a minute.”
Irving and I stood up. My heart was pounding, but when I met Brick’s gaze, I felt calm. With Irving’s body pressed close, we walked toward him.
Brick took us in his arms, pulling us to his chest. He took in a deep breath, and I felt the weight of his arms holding me tight. Finally, he leaned forward, and the three of us met for a deep kiss, our tongues and lips exploring together.
“You want to be my guys,” Brick said. “Is that what you’re saying?”
Irving nodded, his forehead pressed against Brick’s chest. “Yeah, that’s right. We want to be your guys,” he said.
Brick looked to me, his lips slightly parted. “Yeah, Brick,” I said. “Weareyour guys.”
He chuckled, then swatted at my backside. I laughed as I jumped against him, and Irving grabbed my hand again, squeezing tight.
“Well then,” Brick said, one corner of his mouth turning up in a smile. “If you’re going to be my guys, I better start fucking acting like it, don’t you think?”
I nodded quickly, eager to see where he was going as I felt his cock hardening in his denim. I pressed close, taking in another deep breath of his scent. “You better,” I said teasingly.
“Yeah,” Irving added, stroking Brick’s side. “Just tell us what you want.”
Brick nodded, and when I looked up to him, I saw that his eyes were still wide, and that look of determination was strong on his face. “I want the two of you,” he said. “In that bedroom. No ropes or games tonight. I just want you both, with no interruptions and no distractions.”
“You got it,” I said, breathing the words. “For as long as you want, we’ll be yours.”
And as Irving traced his fingers across my cheek and as Brick lifted us into the bedroom, I knew that it was true. Together, the three of us would be happy.
Because we were his guys.
And he was our man.
