Liam snaps my name with a click of teeth. I look up at him. “I know, I know,” I say.
I’ve got to calm myself down.
I’ve got to take things slowly.
Liam may be holding Freddie, but he’s no longer rutting like a wild animal. He looks unsure, with a frown tugging at his brows and his mouth pressed into a bloodless line, but it’s okay, I’m not going to fuck this up for us. I can’t fuck it up. Not now. Not now we’re so bloody close to having what we’ve always wanted.
“I know,” I murmur to him. “I know not to overwhelm him.”
Liam continues to look unsure.
I want to drop to my knees and deepthroat Freddie’s beautiful cock.
I want to spin him around, stretch him open, and fuck him against the wall.
I want to watch Liam lay him down and make love to him missionary style on the concrete.
But not tonight. None of that can happen tonight.
I take hold of Freddie’s cock with my right hand, loosely at first. I want to remember this moment. This exact moment where I first touch his cock. His skin is silky soft, and warm. I putmore pressure into my grip and bite my lip when his cock strains against me. It jerks like it’s fighting my grip, like it’s been caught and this is its last stand before surrender.
It’s hot now, so hot against my palm.
I move my hand, an experimental stroke, and oh mygod.
One stroke and his length soaks itself with precum. He’s so slippery he pops free of my fist. My heart skips a goddamn beat, and my breath catches as I clutch his cock again. I chuckle to myself at how stupid I’m being. Losing my hold on him for a second brought forth a wave of fear. It still fizzles through me as I begin to stroke, but the raw edge of it fades. Part of me feels like it might not be real, it might not be happening, I’m caught somewhere between a dream and a nightmare.
I tell myself to calm the fuck down as I rest my chin on Freddie’s shoulder to speak to Liam. He’s still tense. He hasn’t moved since he said my name, but he hasn’t let go of Freddie either. He’s caught somewhere like me.
“He’s so fucking wet for us” I say.
“Ye-yeah?” Liam replies, and it’s uncharacteristic for him to need reassurance, but he needs it now. I can tell by the way he stumbled over the question.
Yeah,” I swallow. “He’s dripping. Listen.”
We both hold our breaths to hear the wet slide of my hand. Freddie is too far gone to do the same, and I doubt he’s aware of what Liam and I are even saying, so I speed up for the wetness to be heard over his moans and gasps.
The sound my brother makes is more growl than groan. I smirk when Liam begins thrusting again and nuzzling Freddie with his stubble. He’s made a rash on the left side of Freddie’s neck, and although I’m clean-shaven so I can’t do the same, I can mark him by sucking his skin, which I do while tugging his cock.
It’s nothing fancy. It’s a simple back and forth, but the way Freddie reacts to it, with non-stop punchy moans, I know itdoesn’t need to be more. We’re down an alley for Christ’s sake. Next time, when we’ve all calmed down and we’re someplace more comfortable, I’ll twirl my thumb on his crown, change up the tempo, and bring my tongue in on the action.
But right now, this is enough.
It’s the perfect amount.
I grin into Freddie’s neck at the thought of next time.
There will be one.
And another and another.
I moan as I speed up my hand. Freddie lurches forward, and I know he’s close to coming. I know he’s attempting to hide his face in my chest, but Liam and I have both dreamed of this moment, and I need it to be as perfect for Liam as it is for me.
“No, babe,” I tell Freddie.
I push him away with my free hand. Liam slips down the wall to support the back of Freddie’s neck as I lean him against Liam’s shoulder. Freddie’s throat stretches as he stares through sex-drunk eyes at the night sky. Liam can see him now, his ecstasy-slack expression. He can probably hear him better too, but that’s more my thing. I’ve heard Freddie say my name a thousand times, a thousand different ways, but this is what I’ve dreamed of.
“Who am I?” I ask. “Say it, Freddie, fucking say it.”
