Page 100 of Mean Machine

“Yeah, I’m good with that view,” Em said from behind Brooklyn. Barefooted, no wonder Brooklyn couldn’t hear him approach, and then Em’s hand rested between his shoulder blades. He came even closer to whisper in Brooklyn’s ear. “Anything you’re not into?”

Brooklyn managed a low laugh. “Cattle prods can go to hell, and I’m not into serious amounts of pain, but with you guys, my mind is pretty open.”

Em’s hands slid down to his hips, moved to his bare arse, and Brooklyn almost jumped when those strong fingers grabbed his glutes hard and squeezed. Yeah, that. Arguably, Brooklyn had never had a lover who had a boxer’s strength, and two of them… this would be interesting. First time ever he’d get involved with another human being he couldn’t seriously injure without having to fear the same. If anything, Rose and Em could easily overpower him, but that thought wasn’t disturbing—he just didn’t believe they were capable of that.

A light shone in Rose’s eyes, humour and affection. “I’ve wanted you since I saw you the first time. Em had to tell me to shut the fuck up about you.”

“Because you’d talk about him at inopportune moments.” Em was now brushing him with his body as well, and Brooklyn noted that growing erection against his arse. “Besides, making a move on a guy with so much garbage going on in his life wouldn’t have been right.”

“Yeah, we decided it would be more trouble than any of us needed,” Rose agreed amiably. “So I decided we should still be friends.” He kissed the corner of Brooklyn’s mouth and ran a hand through Brooklyn’s hair. “At least for the time being.”

“You’re my only friends. The others… are my crew, my team, but….” Well, and Nathaniel, but Nathaniel had strangely always been more lover than friend. Ally, sponsor, helper. Friend? The lines could easily blur. Once upon a time, he’d have defined a lover as a friend he slept with, or called the line between friendship and love “sex,” but even that definition had never worked. He’d had mates he’d never particularly liked, had had “five pints at a pub” lovers he’d neither trusted nor respected.

He’d been attracted to Rose and Em physically, then learnt to respect them because they were in the same game and they knew what he was going through in the ring—something only boxers truly understood, what it was like to put his health and life on the line every time he slipped between the ropes. What it meant to deliberately break down another human being, watch them tire out and hurt, and make that choice over and over again. Then it was actions—both of them offering their support when he needed it, Rose more overtly, but Brooklyn was pretty sure he could also have called upon Em. And yet he’d never doubted that neither of them was emotionally available inthatway. They were devoted to each other, and that hadn’t changed. He was a guest act tonight.

“And we’ll be very good to you, Brook,” Em said low near his ear, his hands gripping Brooklyn’s arse hard again, kneading the muscle, then both of his thumbs sliding into the crack, teasing.

Brooklyn swallowed and leaned against Rose, who held him and kissed him with gentle, explorative kisses. Before Brooklyn could break his strange passivity, Rose went down on his knees in front of him and wrapped those same gentle lips around him, again very careful, or rather, with all the time in the world, unwilling to rush Brooklyn or himself.

Now Em was moving at a slightly different speed, one thumb circling Brooklyn’s opening and pushing just enough to set his nerve endings alight, but not enough to breach him. Meanwhile, Rose was working the tip of his cock, then stopped only to tease Brooklyn’s balls, nibbling the sensitive flesh right next to them.

“Made up your mind? What do you want?”

Brooklyn had to shake himself out of that trancelike state to even begin to try and answer that question. “You mean for starters?”

“Yes, for starters.” Em paused with the teasing and kissed Brooklyn’s neck with a smile. “We got energy to burn.”

“I….” He groaned when Rose stopped as well, wrapped a hand around his erection now but didn’t move it. “I want both of you. I want to know what you feel like.”

“Fucking you?”

“Yeah.” A breathless admission, and normally that wouldn’t have been so difficult. Maybe he still felt somewhat shy about this whole thing, about ending up between them, even sexually. “I mean,” he laughed, “I doubt I could take you both at the same time, but….”

Em chuckled. “Trust me, that’s a lot harder than it looks like in porn.” He kissed Brooklyn’s neck again. “Too much effort for what seems like nothing more than a sexual stunt.”

Rose laughed, puffing warm breath against Brooklyn’s wet skin. “It was fun trying, though.”

“One day I want that story,” Brooklyn murmured.

“I bet.” Em nudged him forward towards the bed, and Brooklyn stepped around Rose, who got back to his feet smoothly, and crawled onto the bed, with Em following right after him, never quite breaking contact, and something inside Brooklyn gave when he saw the condoms and lube on the nightstand. They weren’t his, and the only way they could have made it here was hidden away in their shed clothes. Maybe Em had had enough time to get them. He paused in the middle of the bed, on all fours, and knowing Em was behind him, he opened his legs wider and dropped low onto his elbows.

When Em kissed the place where hips met spine, a big shudder passed through Brooklyn. Try as he might, he couldn’t work out what exactly was going on here, except the obvious, but he was okay with it.

“Rose.” It was just a word, but Brooklyn felt there was more to it, some unspoken communication in there. He’d seen them talk often like that, with nothing more than short words, sometimes glances, and when they were really in synch, it felt like they were speaking largely for the benefit of others.

Rose took the tube of lube and squeezed some into his own hand, then took Em’s, and a moment later, Em’s large strong hand was back on Brooklyn’s flesh, his thumb back between his cheeks, and this time, the teasing didn’t stop at circling. There was no rush, no hesitation. When Em’s thumb pushed inside him, Brooklyn gave a deep groan and pushed back against him, eyes closed, wholly focused on the feeling as Em opened him up.

He imagined Rose was obviously watching, and stole a glance to the side where Rose stood and was fiddling a condom out of the packet. Any number of people might think this was filthy, possibly wrong, but Brooklyn couldn’t find anything but affection and care in how Rose rolled the condom down Em’s cock.

He met Brooklyn’s eyes and winked at him. Brooklyn huffed, amused at that shared moment, and then felt that slick hot pressure against him. Em’s hands on his hips were more encouraging and steadying than controlling.

Brooklyn nodded, half to himself, half to show he was okay, and pushed back. He could take this and more, even if it had been months, and Em was definitely on the big side. At the same time, a primal hunger woke for exactly this—getting claimed, taken, penetrated, and enjoying all of it. He fought the mild discomfort, breathed hard a few times while Em pushed inside, stilled, pulled out a little, then continued his advance. But once he was fully inside, Brooklyn was nearly panting, getting used to that feeling again, having another man this close, feeling every breath and pulse and subtle shift of weight.

Rose leaned into Em for an open-mouthed, sensuous kiss, then joined them on the bed, stretching out next to Brooklyn, and kissed him too. He was fully hard, stroking himself almost absentmindedly, watching them both closely, that grin heated and playful. “Relax, Brook. I know he’s big.”

“If you don’t stop it, I’ll talk you through it too when I’m balls-deep inside you. ‘Relax, baby, I’m not going to hurt you’ and all that bullshit.”

Rose’s laugh was husky and almost a challenge. He turned to his brother. “He’s getting lippy again. He’s fine. I want to see you fuck him hard.”

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