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Brad

I ’d been at the Xbox for a few hours and I’d barely heard anything from them. I mean, they had to eat at some point.

Just because they wanted privacy didn’t stop me listening in with the game music at the lowest setting while still not acting suspicious. I was dead sneaky like that. But my stats had dropped so low I was going to need to put in a shit-ton of work just to get them up again.

Porter wandered in an hour ago and chucked himself down on the couch to play.

But he’d noticed the laughter coming from their room, commented on it, saw my scowl, and left it alone.

They laughed every now and again, but it wasn’t like it was any different from the two of us hanging out.

It was just… Now that I knew Alex was actually gay, it wasn’t like he’d found a new best friend. He’d found someone he liked, someone who might start taking up all his time because he was all wrapped up in them.

I grit my teeth as I died again. I threw my controller on the couch, looking at Alex’s blue one in Porter’s hands.

“You’re being way too obvious,” Porter sing-songed as he set up the next game.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I bit back.

“Oh, sure. Denial’s probably the best way to go. It’ll make it easier when Lance and Alex get married and sail off into the sunset together.”

I knew Porter was just making shit up, but I still glared at him.

“I just want him to be happy,” I said bluntly. And I didn’t think Lance was going to cut it.

“I didn’t say anything.” Porter shrugged. “Jealousy comes in all shapes and sizes.”

I narrowed my eyes at him as he started casually humming, clicking through options on the screen.

“I’m going to bed,” I blurted out, and he didn’t even blink.

“Enjoy yourself!” He waved as I headed straight for the stairs.

I was scowling worse than Tommy on a bad day. Porter had no idea what he was saying.

I was protecting my best friend from getting hurt, that was all.

But it was just shit. And I couldn’t even go in there and tell Lance to fuck off because I had no reason to. We were all part of the Redhill Kites, but Alex and I had our own team. We’d been playing together since we were five, the Brad and Alex team, and Lance wasn’t fucking invited.

I mean, I used to do the same thing to Alex when we first moved in. I’d go a bit crazy over a girl and hang out with her non-stop for a month or two, but it wasn’t like I was serious about any of them. They weren’t girlfriends , they were just girls I hooked-up with.

I paused outside of Alex’s bedroom door as I walked past. It wasn’t like I was eavesdropping or anything. I was just curious.

Just because I was quieter than falling snow and there was no way they could tell I was there, it was all a coincidence.

I was about a foot from his door when I heard it. I pulled in a sharp breath as a long moan echoed from the other side.

I couldn’t even move. I was stuck there in spy mode, telling myself to fucking leave before I heard anything else I didn’t want to. I’d already seen them kiss; I didn’t need to know what else was happening behind that door.

But my eyes closed and the tension of doing something I knew I shouldn’t be doing spun inside me.

Another moan, lighter this time. And I knew it was Alex. How did I know it was Alex? Because he made the same sounds for me last year when I sucked him off. When he bent over me, when he grabbed my hair, and he shoved his dick in my throat and he came so hard, I still heard his voice in my ears sometimes when I rubbed one out.

And now, what? Lance was doing it for him? Or he was sucking off Lance?

I pulled in a breath as another thought sprung to mind.

“Oh, fuck no,” I whispered to myself as another soft moan reached my ears.

I couldn’t hear the bed creaking, but they could be doing it standing up or kneeling on the floor with Alex on all fours and Lance—

Shaking my head, I cut myself off, pushing away all those thoughts as I hoofed it all the way back to the couch.

My bedroom was right above Alex’s. I couldn’t take laying in bed, knowing Alex was getting fucked five feet under me.

“I thought you were going to bed?” Porter said, looking up with a sly smile.

“I changed my mind,” I replied, taking my worn seat again.

“Uh huh. Good luck with that.”

I didn’t bother answering. It was so weird for me to be in a mood that I didn’t know what to do with myself. But, then again, it was weird that Lance was hanging out with Alex like that.

I fixed my attention on the screen, but it was even worse than before. At least when I was obsessing over Alex cozying up with Lance, it was just because I didn’t want that dickhead hanging around my best friend.

I clenched my controller about as hard as I clenched my jaw. The painful fireworks were way better than the image of Alex with his head thrown back, tears in his eyes as he cried out for me.

“Shit,” I whispered, shooting a look down at my cock, which had already decided how we felt about the idea of Alex getting railed, even if it was by someone else.

“What is it? Are you finally realizing how badly you’re losing?” Porter teased.

I gave him a sharp nod, dumping my elbows on my knees and leaning forward to hide my dick. Because Porter would absolutely never let me forget it.

“Sure, whatever.” Porter shrugged, dumping Alex’s controller. “I’m done now, anyway. I’m heading out. I don’t want to be around when those two are getting it on.”

I couldn’t believe he just came straight out and said it.

“Did you know this whole time?”

“Well, they’ve only been dating for a week or something, but yeah. It’s pretty obvious.”

“Am I the only person who didn’t know?”

“How would you feel if you were?” Porter smirked in a super annoying way that reminded me of his cousin.

I didn’t have a reply for him. Because I couldn’t say what the ugly feeling screwing up my insides actually was.

“Anyway, enjoy the rest of your night. I’ll probably be back tomorrow, so don’t wait up.” He threw me a wink, exactly like Lance would, before grabbing his keys and sailing out the door.

I managed another five minutes before the next moan traveled from Alex’s room.

I was literally sitting right here, and they were fucking in his bedroom. And I was out on the couch with a boner listening out for them like a perv.

I made myself pay attention to every single detail of the game on the wide screen, like that would somehow stop me from getting hard over remembering Alex’s scent and his need and how much he’d wanted me last summer. His nervous twitches, his little gasps…fuck, even the way he said my name when he was so turned on he thrust into my mouth.

And I pretended it wasn’t the sexiest thing in my life because I didn’t want him to hate me. It felt like I’d forced myself on him, even though he didn’t say no, and the only way to fix it was to pretend it never happened. Because that’s what we both wanted, I thought.

And now this.

Alex actually fucking someone else? Leaning over them and pushing his dick into them and taking control and stuff like that?

I bit my lip as I took out another soldier before getting behind a building and checking for more insurgents.

Alex wouldn’t do that, not with Lance, at least. Lance looked like he was always in charge. And Alex would moan and writhe so softly as someone else took control, like he’d done with me.

I looked side to side just to extra double check no one was around.

Opening my knees, I grit my jaw and squeezed my hand around my cock. Just over my sweats, nothing else. I needed to get my cock and brain to stop conspiring against me and shut the fuck up.

But it felt good, holding myself and thinking of Alex. I used my palm to grind on my cock as the game kept playing and the music hid the rustle of my clothes.

I couldn’t see Alex being the lead when I knew how easy it was to wind him up. Last year, it just took a few kisses on his neck and some strokes, and he’d been ready for my mouth.

I craned my head as my eyes flicked to his door—if they really were fucking, they wouldn’t come out for at least another twenty minutes.

That was enough time, right?

Shit, I was going to hell.

I dropped my controller beside me as I reached for the string of my sweats.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t jerked off over him before. That blow job had been seriously hot, and it still got me going more than some of the girls I’d fucked since then. But with Alex on the other side of the door, it kind of felt like a betrayal. But he was betraying me by bringing Lance into his room and fucking him instead of going out and grabbing a hotel with all of Lance’s money.

Well, sort of betraying.

I didn’t know how, but it was definitely a betrayal.

Just as my fingers were slipping under my waistband, Alex’s door creaked open, and I got my hand out faster than white lightning.

The back of the couch blocked anyone from seeing, but holy shit. My heart rate was at light speed as I spun around.

And I tensed up as Lance swanned out with a fucking towel around his hips.

It had barely been ten minutes, and he’d finished already? Seriously?

I’d last way longer than that.

Lance’s beach-blonde hair was all messed up and his lips were that pink puffy red I always got from too much kissing. I pressed my tongue into the roof of my mouth as I swore I caught a sheen on his stomach that could be more than sweat.

Lance grinned as he met my eyes, arching a brow before sauntering off toward the kitchen.

We were always naked in the showers after practice, but looking at the towel tight around Lance’s ass the way Alex would, I could see why he was down to fuck.

With Lance in the kitchen, Alex was probably laid out in bed.

My body twisted so I could very unsuspiciously glance at my best friend's open door.

It was dark in the room, and it wouldn’t be too hard to go up and ask if he was okay. Alex would be absolutely furious, but I wanted so badly to see what he looked like when he was all sexed up. Just to check for myself. You know, because I wanted to make sure he was happy and all that.

And to know if he looked satisfied post-sex or if he had the same kind of on-edge tension he’d had with me.

But by the time I’d made a decision to actually cross the line, Lance was sauntering back out of the kitchen with a full jug of water and some fruit piled on a plate.

“Sleep well,” he said, throwing me a wink and a smirk, his voice just a bit too hoarse for my liking.

I nodded, narrowing my eyes the instant he turned away from me. I guessed that was him saying they weren’t coming out for the rest of the night.

There was still music playing from the TV, but I heard Alex call Lance’s name with a laugh before the door shut, sealing them in their own little world, and shutting Alex off from me.