Page 60 of Built To Perform

I’d seen my roommate treated roughly; watched two of my big bros manhandle him with unforgiving enthusiasm. Knew, then, that - despite his tall, slim build - he wasn’t exactly fragile. Not to mention the fact that, as aggressive as my teammates could be with him, that sort of treatment only seemed to turn him on more.

Still, I bit my lip at Adam’s yelp. Wondering - as I’d wondered in the showers that first time - whether I ought to be stepping in, suggesting some degree of restraint.

Adam flung his arm back, grabbing the mess of hair at Brayden’s nape. Fingers lacing tight.

“Asshole,” he spat, but it wasn’t exactly an unhappy curse.

“Like you’d want it any other way,” Brayden retorted.

His big hands circled a shocking amount of Adam’s waist, the perfect hold with which to slam him down all the way. A hiss escaping both of them - Adam skewered deeper, and tugging more pointedly on Brayden’s hair - as my roommate’s back arched and his head tipped back. Sweat already beading on the long, taut stretch of his neck, an expanse of flesh that Brayden wasted no time in latching his mouth to.

“No... hickeys...” Adam insisted in breathless gasps, trying to twist away, but Brayden’s hold was resolute. His chuckle muffled but still audible. “Bastard,” Adam grunted, but it didn’t stop him working his hips to grind himself on the wrestler’s prick.

There was an angry red mark when Brayden finally pulled back. He eyed me, grinning.

“You ever taste your roomie, lil bro?”

In many ways, that was the truth of it. There’d been plenty of times, as disrespectful friends-with-benefits, when we’d blown off steam by blowing each other.

I didn’t explain that, though. Just moved in closer, following the lodestar of my teammate’s knowing smirk until my lips were pressed against the throb of Adam’s heartbeat.

Strange, then, to feel that butterfly flutter on my tongue. Adam’s cheek hot against my palm as I cradled his head; pulling him in tight to me, even as he bucked in Brayden’s lap. The heat radiating off them, furnace hot, as the sharp taste of fresh sweat flooded my mouth.

Only natural to grab Adam’s cock as I sucked on his throat. To tighten my grip, until he was driving himself through my fingers before slamming back against Brayden. Both of us mauling his pale skin; I knew he’d be furious at it, with me, but in the moment he looked delirious with pleasure. Overloaded, or close to it: his eyes hooded, mouth hanging open, and grunting like something bestial.

He reached his other hand back, pushing his fingers between his neck and Brayden’s lips. Forcing them into the older man’s mouth, clearly lost in the riot of sensations from between his legs as I tried to stroke him in time.

Brayden grunted around Adam’s fingers, his arms a tight cage wrapping his chest. A noise I recognized well.

“You wanted him to breed you, right?” I murmured, close to Adam’s ear. Felt the throb of his erection in my fist as his answer, and worked my thumb across his tip in response. Reveling in the knowledge I had of him: of the things that drove him to the very edge, and the ways which would send him hurling over it. A friendship, a closeness, that I could never have imagined being part of.

“Fuck,” Brayden spat, his voice muffled, and then squeezed Adam to him. Hips shuddering, and the rictus grip so tight I was sure I’d hear my roommate’s ribcage creak from it.

“Eoin!”

Adam’s voice a plaintive, strangled thing: exhaustion and desperate need. Wanting my strokes to be harder, firmer, I knew; and so I obliged, until I felt him jerk and twitch in my fist.

The first spray almost reached his chin. A long streak of white against the blue of his t-shirt, already soaking the fabric darker. Lacing across Brayden’s forearms, and joined by a second splash and then a third. Until - whimpering and hissing as his pleasure teetered on the precipice of too-much, too-sensitive - he weakly battered my hand away.

For a moment they sat there. Words beyond them, chests heaving. Adam looking like he’d melted in Brayden’s lap; left boneless, his slim body draped across sheened muscles.

I eased myself down onto the edge of the bed, oddly wary of moving too fast, too abruptly. Not wanting to jolt them from their afterglow, for all that the sex that led to it had been little more than rutting.

I didn’t think either man would argue with such a definition. Or dislike it, for that matter.

“What am I gonna see when I look in the mirror?” Adam’s voice a tired drawl, his head still tipped back onto Brayden’s shoulder.

My big bro chuckled. “A cute freshman?”

Adam grunted at the teasing compliment. “I’m cutting five-percent from your monthly spending budget for every hickey I count.”

From the look of Adam’s neck, Brayden would now be living on instant noodles and re-reading borrowed paperbacks rather than watching any streaming shows. I bit back a laugh.

“That’s the reward I get after such an enthusiastic ‘thank you’ for helping me?” Brayden managed to make it sound both wounded and indignant.

Adam reached up to slap the side of the wrestler’s face, playfully. “I haven’t decided how you’ll be saying ‘thank you’ yet, actually.”

Brayden snorted, the sound twisting into a hiss as Adam lifted off his lap.