Page 59 of Built To Perform

“We’re nowhere near done. I’ve not even started making a list of your bare essentials.”

Brayden nodded, thoughtfully. “What about this one, then?” He pointed at the screen.

Adam frowned. “Which one?” He leaned in, squinting at the spreadsheet.

“This one.” Brayden gestured, hand obscuring half the cells. “See?”

Adam leaned in even closer.

Brayden’s smirk, and his wink to me, gave me a split-second’s notice of what he had planned. Adam had no such warning, hence the squeak of surprise when the senior’s hand pressed down on his back and pinned him to the desktop.

He leaned down, grin close to Adam’s still-shocked expression. Ran a fingertip around my roommate’s open mouth, tracing his lips.

“While we’re focusing on ‘bare essentials,’” he said, softly, “you understand why I need you to get my fingers real wet, right?”

Adam’s nod was jerky, but it was enough. I watched his mouth close around three of Brayden’s fingers.

“Look, I really do appreciate you helping me out,” Brayden continued, his voice still low. “I know lil bro kinda volunteered you for it. So I wanted to show that appreciation in the way I figured you’d like it best. Given what I already know about you, I mean.”

Considering the first time Adam and my big bro had met, my roommate ended up getting double-fucked in the locker room showers, it didn’t take a genius - financial or otherwise - to figure out what Brayden had decided was an appropriate reward.

Adam whined a little when the fingers pulled free. His eyes glassy, mouth hanging open; I got the feeling that, even if Brayden stopped pressing him to the desk, Adam wouldn’t move.

It was a tight squeeze, pushing his hand down the back of Adam’s jeans, but Brayden made it work.

A gasp - no way not to imagine the sly dig of Brayden’s fingertips into my friend’s tight hole - but zero protest. Just the hurried fumble, as he tried awkwardly to unfasten his pants without sitting up.

The zipper complained, as Brayden tugged the denim down one-handed, but its defeat was always a foregone conclusion. Adam’s ass exposed, his body looking even slimmer next to the older man’s muscle. Getting off on that contrast was one of the ways they overlapped, though I knew it wasn’t the only kink shared.

“You haven’t visited us in the locker room, lately.”

Adam laughed, though it was a mangled sound from his position across the desk.

“By ‘visit’ you mean ‘bend over for you,’ right?”

Brayden eased a hand down the curve of Adam’s cheek, from the narrow taper of his waist to the sliver of thigh now visible over the tangled denim.

“You look pretty good bent over, at least from where I’m sitting.”

Adam snorted. I always admired how my roommate could remain cuttingly indignant, even in the most unlikely circumstances.

“If this is meant to be your attempt at seduction, you might as well shut up and put your dick in me.”

Brayden threw me an amused look. I had a very strong suspicion that part of his fascination with Adam was how enthusiastically the younger, slighter man stood up to him. Sure, Adam might get off on muscles, but he had little restraint when it came to calling out - or provoking - a meathead.

“You heard that, lil bro? He’s practically begging for it.”

I laughed. “You’re pushing your luck, dude. Might be worth distracting him before he freezes your credit card.”

Brayden grinned. “Help a guy out, then?”

I rolled my eyes, like he was ridiculous, but I knew he wouldn’t miss the way my shorts were tented out. No textbook in my lap to cover the erection from watching them bicker and flirt, and then at how things had escalated.

He lifted his ass off the chair, just enough for me to peel his basketball shorts down. As I’d guessed - and as Adam had been unable to take his eyes off, or at least up until Brayden’s appalling lack of financial consideration distracted him - he’d skipped underwear. Initially that’d left every obvious inch of his soft cock hugged by the silky, clinging fabric; now it jutted up eagerly, fat and imposing.

I spit on my hand, then corkscrewed a loose grip around Brayden’s length. Relishing the heft of it and the way he throbbed from the friction; the expression of undisguised lust on his handsome face.

“Thanks, lil bro,” he murmured, with a wink, and then pulled Adam down into his lap.