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“That’s ‘u’ and ‘me,’ fucktard,” I say.
Scrap flips me off, but he’s grinning now.
“Neither of us are bottoms,” Rev says, cutting off our bickering. “Scrap’s a versatile. And so am I.”
“The fuck is a ‘versatile?’” I ask.
“It means you like to be fucked,” Scrap says. “But you give as good as you receive. Ain’t that right, pops?” He inclines his head to Rev, but his gaze drops to my crotch. He licks his lips. Apparently, getting shoved against a stall door by my telekinesis didn’t faze his attraction to me.
I can’t take my eyes off the sheen his tongue leaves in its wake. Despite the lingering tension in the air, my dick is fit to drive nails.
“Oh,” I say to give my mouth something to do while I process what I’ve just learned. So, Scrap takes Rev’s cock, and he…fucks Rev? Maybe that shouldn’t surprise me, but it does.
“There’s a difference between being a dominant and being a bottom or a versatile,” Rev says. “Taking cock is a beautiful thing. You shouldn’t knock it ’til you tried it.”
“I’ll knock it all I want,” I say. “I’ve tried it, and it wasn’t all that.”
My statement makes both men stare at me.
“Thought all this was new to you,” Rev says, stroking his goatee.
“The whole bi thing?” I say. “It is. My wife used to peg me.” My cheeks get hot, but not with embarrassment. Talking about being pegged by my wife turns me on, because Melissa used to turn me on. God, I miss her. I’m also horny as fuck.
Both men are quiet for a beat. Probably because I never talk about my past. I’m not the only one. None of us are exactly chatty about our lives before Week Zero.
“I’ve been pegged,” Scrap says into the silence. “It’s not the same as a real cock. Trust me. Not even close.” He’s uncharacteristically quiet, and I suddenly feel an urge to hold him. The way he said he’s been pegged makes me think someone did it to him without his consent. That shit is not cool.
“Here, baby,” Rev says, and he gathers Scrap to his chest, as if he knows all his secrets. The younger man goes easily, arms wrapping up and around Rev’s shoulders. “You gonna be okay tonight? You want to bow out while I teach your brother control?”
“I want to stay,” Scrap says into Rev’s embrace.
“Baby boy wants to play?” Rev’s tone is private and intimate.
Scrap nods, reminding me of a small boy in his father’s arms. The tenderness between these two makes my throat feel thick. What they have is special. It’s an honor to be let in on it, and I’m determined to treat it that way.
“Look,” I say, shifting on my feet. “Scrap, I’m sorry. I lost my temper. It won’t happen again.” I hope.
Scrap steps back from Rev. “No problem, man.”
“Go kiss your brother,” Rev says to Scrap with a pat on his ass. “Show him you forgive him.”
Scrap gets this look in his eyes, this sly, flirtatious look that’s fully masculine and utterly attractive. He steps into my space, unafraid of my size and strength, and the courage that takes after my hands-free tantrum makes my stomach swoop.
I bend to grab him around his waist, and I drag him to me. My mouth covers his, and I’m kissing a man for the first time in my life. It starts out as a pressing of lips, but when Scrap leans into me and licks at the seam of my lips, I open up and devour him.
After a brief but intense tangling of our tongues, I break the kiss and growl, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll hurt you?”
He makes fists in my shirt. With blazing eyes, he pushes at me while holding on, and he growls back, “No more afraid than you are of me.” Scrap takes the phrase “little dog with a big attitude” to the next level, and it’s hot as fuck.
He doesn’t care that I’m bigger and stronger. He’s not scared of my Gift. If I hurt him by mistake, he’ll deal with it. Hell, maybe he’ll even hurt me back. Maybe that’s what I need to learn how to control this telekinesis. Negative reinforcement and all that. I can practice with Scrap—and with Rev—and maybe one day I’ll have enough control to be with Cora again.
I dive back down on Scrap, stealing his breath with another kiss. This one goes on and on. I hold him to me with a hand on his tight ass, and one of his hands finds its way to my crotch.
He rubs me through my fly. My cock twitches, and zings of pleasure have me canting my hips forward, pressing myself more fully into his palm.
“There’s a pretty picture,” Rev says, and he makes approving humming sounds as he stalks a circle around us. “My two boys playing so well together. Both of you are being so brave.”
While he circles us, he shucks his flannel and T-shirt. Bare-chested, he looks on with approval.
