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asked.

Jake chuckled. “You only say that because you hate making breakfast.”

“I can’t believe you’d say that. Such a terrible guy to make such accusations about his own brother. I think I deserve some eggs to make up for it.”

I couldn’t help but smile at their conversation, watching as Jake—grumbling

exaggeratedly about emotional manipulation under his breath—brought out a pan and

a dozen eggs and began the makings of what I assumed would be scrambled eggs or

maybe an omelet. Jackson passed behind me and sat down on the stool by my side.

“He’s a good cook, actually,” he told me, leaning in close to my shoulder. “You’ll be surprised watching him.”

Was that a hint? I looked across sharply, but Jackson was observing his brother at the stove with only a trace of a curl to his lips, suggesting there might have been a double meaning.

“Do you often watch?” I asked, trying to rein in the sudden flutter in my chest. I wasn’t sure whether it would be better to know that it was Jackson who saw Craig and I, or Jake.

He glanced over at me, slyly. “Only when it’s really entertaining, Kyle.”

We stared at each other for a beat: I was pretty much sure that it had been Jackson in the doorway last night, that it had been him who lingered just that moment too long to be legitimately shocked.

“What are you two girls gossiping about?” Jake demanded, voice loud. Jackson

gave him an unimpressed look.

“These ‘girls’ could beat your ass if you’re not careful,” he replied. Jake stuck out his tongue, kept beating the eggs.

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“Sorry, do you need to take a moment to go get into your skimpy wrestling

costume?” he taunted.

“Just because you know you couldn’t fill it out,” Jackson shot back.

Jake looked affronted, though I was sure it was all an act—probably one that had

been well played out before now too.

“Hey, I have no issues there. Tell him, Kyle. You’ve seen me in the locker room.”

I brought my hands up, palms out. “Oh, hell no, I’m not getting in the middle of

this argument.”

Jake grunted his disgust. “Oh, please, you’d love to get caught between some hot

twin action,” he teased. I made an effort to keep my expression as noncommittal as possible.

“Come on, Jake.” Phew, Jackson to the rescue! I let my expression go back to

normal. “I’m sure Kyle’s getting all the hot action he needs.”

Shit, no, I thought too soon. That was no rescue attempt!

I gave Jackson the dirtiest look I could muster without it being immediately

noticeable to Jake, mimed knocking his coffee off the counter and into his lap. He covered his crotch with his hands, an expression of scalded horror on his face; I tried not to look down at the bulge pressing against his fingers.

“So where is Craig?” Jake asked. I heard the sizzle of raw egg hitting hot butter. “I guess he must’ve been tired.”

Jackson winked at me. “Poor guy must’ve been worn-out.”

I winced, shook my head at him.

“Did someone say my name?” I heard from behind us, turning to see Craig in the

doorway. He had pulled on a simple black T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, his hair a riotous mess.

“Morning!” Jake called out, nodding to the row of mugs next to the steaming pot

of coffee. “Help yourself; eggs will be done in a couple of minutes.” I watched as Craig JOCK AUCTION | 215

carefully filled a cup, sipped from it cautiously. Looking up over the rim, he caught me staring, and I saw the corners of his mouth twist up in a smile.

“Here you go, Craig. Sit,” Jackson said, standing up from the stool. Craig slipped behind me, and they did a cramped exchange of places.

Did I see Craig glance down at Jackson’s thighs as I’d struggled—and, yes,

failed—not to do just a few minutes before? I guess I couldn’t really blame him: the taller twin’s boxers didn’t do much in the way of covering him, and he obviously

wasn’t shy about his body.

Craig leaned over, let his head gently rest against my shoulder. “Good morning,”

he said, voice low so that only we would hear it. “Sleep okay?”

I nodded, let my chin sit on top of his head. I could feel his warmth radiate up

through me. “You?”

He sat up, glanced around to see if we were being observed, then grinned

wickedly. “Someone tired me out.”

My dick twitched in my shorts, and I took a mouthful of coffee to try to distract

myself. I wasn’t sure getting hard before breakfast was the best thing to do, given Jake and Jackson would undoubtedly tease me mercilessly for it. The press of Craig’s knee against my thigh wasn’t helping, though.

“Eggs up!” Jake called out, bringing over the pan. Jackson slid plates in front of Craig and I, and his brother swiftly scooped out what looked like a slightly unhappy cross between scrambled eggs and an omelet. Craig glanced at me dubiously; I tried to look enthusiastic.

“Um, thanks, Jake,” I managed. “This looks…great.”

I looked up to see Jackson wink at me. “Honestly, I know it looks like shit”—a cry of outrage from Jake—“but just try it; it’s better than it looks.”

Conscious of three sets of eyes watching me, I scooped up as small a forkful as I

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which I probably would’ve found funny if I wasn’t also slightly worried that I might have just poisoned myself.

In actual fact, though, Jackson was right: they looked awful but tasted pretty great.

“Wow, this is actually really good, Jake!” I exclaimed, the surprise evident in my voice.

He looked at me disapprovingly. “Yeah, thanks for sounding so surprised at that

fact, Kyle.”

Jackson threw his arm around his brother, held a plate out for his own serving.

“Oh, shut up, you drama queen. You’ll make someone a wonderful wife someday.”

Craig and I laughed and then set to eating, and by the time Jake had his own plate, he seemed to have forgotten—or forgiven—our doubts. It was definitely better than

cereal.

“So Craig, how did you meet Kyle?” Jackson asked between bites. Craig

swallowed, glanced over at me.

“Oh, I bought him,” he said, as if it was completely unremarkable and then took a

gulp of his coffee. Jake and I tried not to crack up at the confusion evident across Jackson’s face. I’d left that detail, the whole charity auction in fact, out of my sparse explanation the previous night.

“You…bought him?” Jackson said eventually. Craig nodded, still managing to

keep a straight face.

“Sure did,” he told the twin. “Had some competition in the bids—the fit ones

always do—but I stood my ground.”

Jackson was looking between Jake and I, clearly trying to figure out if Craig was

setting him up for some sort of joke. In the end, I took pity on him.

“It was a charity auction. Everyone on the team had to take part; just so happened that Craig decided to bid on me. And then…well, that’s how we met, anyway.”

He still looked bemused. Craig slid his gaze over at me, winked.

“When I got him home, I let him out of the cage and told him to get on all fours.”

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Jake spluttered, a fine mist of coffee and egg covering half the counter. Jackson’s mouth was now a perfect O, his eyes wide. I watched Craig as he casually took another sip from his mug, looking for all the world like he was just discussing the weather.

“But…” Jackson stammered. “But I mean…Kyle?”

I nodded, bowed my head a little as if I was suddenly feeling subservient. “Sure, it felt a bit weird at first, but after the fourth or fifth time I think I got the hang of it.”

That was too much for Jake, who proceeded to burst out laughing, holding his

sides as if he was worried he might bust out of his shirt. In doing so he set me off, and then Craig, until it was the three of us howling with laughter as Jackson looked between us, first confused and then with the dawning realization that he’d been conned.

“Oh, really funny, guys,” he said as Jake dried his eyes and I wiped my face on my shirt. “Screw the three of you.”

Craig looked a little contrite. “I’m sorry, Jackson, I couldn’t help myself.” He

reached out and put his hand on Jackson’s arm, his slender fingers wrapping around the powerful wrist. “I was only messing around. But the charity auction, that was true.

And I bid on Kyle because, well, I’d always had a thing for him, and I wanted an excuse to spend time with him. It all started from there.”

Jackson nodded, took a moment to jab Jake in the ribs and almost topple him over

in the process.

“So just your usual boy-buys-boy, boy-falls-for-boy, boy-plays-prank-on-cute-

twin-friend story, then.”

Craig grinned. “Yeah, something like that.”

Jake dumped the pan in the sink, wiped his hands on a towel. “Right, I’m gonna

take a shower. Craig, did that dumb boyfriend of yours show you the bathroom?”

Craig nodded.

“Excellent,” Jake said. “So he’s not completely hopeless. We might need to get you a towel, though.”

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“Oh, no,” Jackson interrupted, staring at me as he spoke. “They have towels.”

I felt a shiver in my chest. Jackson had been bringing us those towels the previous night when he’d caught us fucking. I’d seen the stack of them in the bathroom earlier on.

“Great, I’ll be done soon, then,” Jake said. Craig stood too.

“I think I’ll get ready as well,” he explained. I reached out, let my hand sit flat against the small of his back. His T-shirt clung to him, the heat of his body radiating.

“More coffee, Kyle?” Jackson asked me. I pushed over my mug.

“Definitely more coffee.”

Jackson split the remainder of the pot between us as Craig and Jake left, my

boyfriend fixing me with a bright grin as he walked out the room. I couldn’t help but smile back at him; it was contagious.

For a while it was silent in the kitchen, the only sound the occasional scratch of Jackson’s spoon against the bottom of his mug. Eventually he looked up at me.

“So, last night.”

I could feel myself blushing, couldn’t hold his eye. All of a sudden the contents of my cup seemed particularly interesting, certainly enough for me to stare fixedly on.

“I’m sorry for walking in on you,” Jackson continued. I shook my head; I still

couldn’t quite trust my voice to actually reply. “I should’ve knocked or something.”

He wasn’t laughing, at least there was that. And he’d waited for Jake to leave—

and Craig, for that matter—before bringing it up.

“Did you tell Craig?” he asked finally. I shook my head.

“No, it didn’t seem like something he needed to know.”

Jackson’s eyebrows wiggled. “Looked like he was too occupied to notice anything

else, anyway.”

If the blush had receded at all, it was back in full force at that. I had a sudden vision of Craig balanced on my lap, back stretched taut against my thighs, legs spread JOCK AUCTION | 219

as he levered himself up and down on my cock. Could see in full color his lean body, misted with a fine film of sweat, his mouth lolling open, eyes glazed.

“Look, it was rude of us, we shouldn’t have… I mean, not in your house.”

Jackson shook his head, made a face. “Dude, chill. Your boyfriend’s hot; you’re

hot. If I were either one of you, I’d be fucking every chance I got. I just wanted to apologize for disturbing you. I guess it’s just not every day I get a live sex show in my place.”

I grinned lopsidedly. “But you get a live sex show in other people’s houses?” I

teased. Jackson rolled his eyes at that.

“You know what I mean, dumbass.”

I laughed, then ran my fingertip conspicuously around my nipple. “And you think

I’m hot?” I asked, narrowing my eyes in some parody of seduction.

Jackson looked pretty serious at that, though. “Hell yes,” he told me, holding eye contact until I had to look away. “Both of you.”

I laughed again, a little nervously this time. He clearly meant it, and I wasn’t used to getting that sort of attention from a guy, at least, from anybody but Craig. Jackson leaned back against the counter’s edge, folding his arms. It made his biceps look even bigger somehow.

“I’m flattered,” I eventually managed to say, trying not to make it obvious that I was looking at the way his broad shoulders tapered down to his narrow waist and a

conspicuous bulge in his boxers. There was definitely plenty inside the clinging black fabric.

He shrugged. “Just telling it how it is. You two make a hot couple.”

It was a good thing I was still sitting down. I felt my cock shudder in my shorts, the unexpected attention—and the memory of Craig on me, of being inside him, and of being watched while it happened—adding to the haze of sudden arousal. I willed the half-erection to go away.

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Maybe Jackson knew how I was feeling. Maybe he had a sadistic streak. He

pushed himself upright, away from the counter, and stepped over to the breakfast bar, leaning forward on his elbows toward me.

“I gotta admit, dude,” he told me, voice low and husky, “I got back to my room

and I had to jerk off.” I shook my head slowly, not quite trusting what I was hearing.

“Couldn’t help it, just a glimpse of you two got me so hard.”

I fought the urge to cover my groin with my hands, knew that would be clear

confirmation of what little control I had over myself. Jackson leaned in a little farther, until our foreheads were almost touching.

“Truth be told, I almost came in my pants right there, Kyle,” he whispered. I just about stifled the shudder that rattled across my shoulder blades. I think the slight groan was just in my head.

Jackson smiled, then glanced down at my lap. I knew the shape of my erection

would be clear and couldn’t do anything to stop it. He giggled.