Page 99 of Mean Machine

“Brook, seriously?”

“All right.” Brooklyn added them to the pile of his clothes, then climbed into the hot bubbling water, sitting not quite opposite Em and relaxing for the moment while appreciating the jets of water kneading the muscles of his back. Em grinned at him and waved him closer. Brooklyn obeyed, because they were clearly going to do this—he wanted to do this very badly—and if anybody got a snap of them together, that was just too damned bad. Fuck them. He wasn’t going to pass on this because someone somewhere had no concept of boundaries or privacy.

When he settled next to Em, the man curled a hand around his neck and kissed him, deeply, without reservations or shyness. Brooklyn leaned into the kiss, drank up Em’s taste, and pushed back against him, suddenly breathless. While the gentle bubbles whispered over their skin, the kiss became both hotter and more affectionate.Wow.

Em’s eyes dared him, and Brooklyn broke the kiss briefly. While Brooklyn had no clue how things were going to go sexually—what Em was into, for example—he’d go with the flow. Em half nudged and half pulled him until Brooklyn sat astride Em, facing him, and quite naturally one of Em’s hands had settled on his thigh and slid up towards his groin. Brooklyn opened his legs wider and pushed forward, feeling Em’s cock very quickly hardening against his balls.

But it was the kissing that really did him in. Em might be reserved compared to Rose, at times distant, but by God the man was a fantastic kisser, using his lips and tongue as if he were born for nothing else. Brooklyn could have completely lost himself in that alone, and it all confirmed that he couldn’t have got any of that from a stranger, or if he had, it wouldn’t have meant a thing, but with Em, it did.

Em closed his hand around Brooklyn’s cock, and Brooklyn pushed harder against him. So, apparently, they were going to have sex here—hardly the first hotel guests to get frisky in the Jacuzzi, and not the last by a long shot. Em had mostly closed his eyes, but then there was that little grin again, and that was a second before Brooklyn realised there was a third person, who was joining them in the water.

“Relax.” Em’s tone telegraphed who it was, and Brooklyn was pleasantly shocked when another naked body brushed him, Rose’s chest against Brooklyn’s back, his arms coming around his waist and one strong hand joining Em’s around his cock.

“Fuck,” Brooklyn muttered, but Em was already kissing him again. He trusted them, did so absolutely, because he wouldn’t have been anywhere near drunk enough to do this with two strangers.

“You okay, Brook?”

“Died and gone to heaven,” Brooklyn murmured and craned his neck to catch a kiss from Rose, who happily obliged him, but his kiss was so heated that Brooklyn nearly took leave of his senses.

“So, we’ll have him?” Rose asked.

“Oh yeah.” Em kept stroking Brooklyn, firmly now, almost a challenge as to whether he could make Brooklyn lose it. “Seems we are.”

“Seems you are,” Brooklyn whispered, mostly to himself. He ducked down to kiss Em until they were both dizzy, judging by the expression in Em’s eyes, then half turned to kiss Rose, which did nothing in terms of regaining his senses, but he didn’t care very much. “I’d be up for doing this here, or we could relocate to my suite, in case you guys prefer to avoid ending up on social media if somebody stumbles in here.”

Rose seemed to ponder it for about two seconds. “Would be a shame to rush it just to not get caught.”

“Well, Santos would definitely freak out, so there’s that.” Em grinned and let Brooklyn’s cock go but used both hands to tweak Brooklyn’s nipples, as if to tell him they weren’t done yet. “Besides, water alone could leave you tender.”

Brooklyn snorted. “Or you.”

“Children,” chided Rose, laughing. “Hopefully we’ll all be a little bit tender to tell us it was worth it.” He let go of Brooklyn, stepped out of the water, and reached for a small stash of towels the hotel had thoughtfully placed on a low shelf near the tub. “Why else fuck a heavyweight, eh?”

Em shifted his weight and spread his arms on the rim again. “You lead the way. Brook, what’s your room number?”

Luckily, he still remembered it. They exchanged room numbers. Brooklyn disengaged from Em and stepped out of the tub, grateful when Rose offered him one of the towels. They were barely large enough to fit around his hips, and he still had to carry his pile of clothes strategically in front of his groin.

Most gazes that landed on him when he made his way through the partying crowd were on his chest—as if his chest weren’t really well-known in these circles.

Brooklyn smiled and navigated through the throng of his guests and team and their guests and plus-ones, managing to not get drawn into any conversations. Turned out, wearing nothing but a towel was a great way to signal that he needed to get through and somewhere else—maybe they thought somebody had thrown him into the pool or something.

In any case, he made it into the elevator, which he shared with a couple of elderly tourists and their luggage for three floors, before he got out.

A moment later, Rose stepped out of another elevator and lifted a hand. They stood in the corridor like conspirators for a few minutes, until Em emerged from a third elevator. Brooklyn led the way to the suite, dug in his trousers for the key card, and was glad when the small green light flashed and the door unlocked.

While he let Rose and Em inside, he stole a quick glance left and right down the corridor to make sure nobody had followed or was pointing a smartphone camera at them.

“Put that outside,” Em said, handing him the Do Not Disturb sign.

Brooklyn slipped it over the door handle and closed and locked the door from the inside. A breath, a long moment where he suddenly realised this was so, so far removed from those days when Les had delivered him under guard to some random stranger with a boxer kink.

It also wasn’t going to be a drunk grope and blowjob with another guy that would be denied five minutes after it had happened. Ironically, it had been Nathaniel who’d made him completely comfortable with his sexuality, had turned sex into something that was both fun and a connection, something where he could negotiate the rules on the fly and was quite happy to go with the flow. He had nothing to prove, nothing to protect, nothing to guard against. And this, as thrilling as it was, as much as he was very much up for it, didn’t feel like the beginning of a romance anyway. It had none of the sweet awkwardness.

He turned away from the door and dumped the pile of clothes in the nearest chair. The towel served no purpose, so he just dropped it on the floor.

Rose leaned in the doorway to the main bedroom, already buck naked, one arm over his head and resting against the door jamb in a pose not unlike a slightly more camp version of a Hercules in marble, abs as chiselled as his jaw.

Brooklyn closed the distance, oddly glad when Rose broke the pose to fold him into an embrace, naked skin touching his from legs to face. The embrace wasn’t so much a prelude to a kiss or more, although that closeness turned them both on, but more a silent message about trust and being there.