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"That's it, just a little...right th— Hangman, you sadistic prick."

Bradley thumps his head against the mattress (no clue where the pillows fucked off to and he really doesn't care) as Seresin slows down and rotates his hips in tiny movements, the head of his cock sliding way too slowly against Bradley's prostate.

"Your own fault for being impatient." Seresin drops down to his elbows to brush a too-light kiss across Bradley's needy lips. "Told you I was gonna take my time with you today, Bradshaw, and I am a man of my word."

Bradley wraps his legs tight around Seresin's hips, bucking up to try to get any kind of friction going, but Seresin just rolls with it like the bastard he is, and keeps up that same maddeningly slower-than-snails pace. "Come on," he coaxes, scratching his nails, almost deep enough to break skin, over Seresin's sweat-slick back. "Fuck me, goddammit."

Every time he's gotten right to the edge, so close he can taste it, Seresin has come to a dead stop, then starts up again, all languid and unhurried, like they're taking a leisurely walk around the beach. Bradley is losing his goddamn mind.

Seresin's smirk is more conceited than usual, which is saying something. "Look at you," he marvels, flexing his ass just so — and somehow, by some miracle known only to God and whatever Seresin does for agility exercises, manages to sink that much deeper in Bradley's ass. "Begging so sweet for my cock and looking pretty as a picture to boot."

"I can't stand you," Bradley grits out, glaring up into that smug little grin. The instant he's gotten off, he's throwing Seresin out of the damn house.

"You're the one that invited me over," Seresin reminds him, and Bradley would have argued, but Seresin — fucking finally — starts moving faster, the thick weight of his cock dragging deliciously along Bradley's nerve endings.

"Yeah, there you go, that's it. Let me hear how much you love what I'm doing to you," Seresin encourages, biting down on Bradley's lower lip and tugging.

Bradley tries to keep the moan from spilling out, but Seresin — the ever-loving cocksucker — chooses that moment to tilt his hips and grind in good and deep, and Bradley can't help it. Seresin may be the most maddening person on the planet, but damned if he doesn't know how to fuck.

(Which is the entire goddamn problem, and Bradley is self-aware enough to admit it.)

Seresin pushes Bradley's knees up, practically folding him in half, and the new angle is perfect, the thrusts are hitting just right, nailing Bradley's sweet spot with unnerving accuracy, and he is right there, just a few more strokes —

He hears the front door slam shut. And freezes in place.

"Mav's home," he hisses.

Seresin doesn't stop moving. "Don't affect me," he huffs out. "Your door's shut."

"We can't — ohmyfuckingGod —"

"Yeah, you like it when I do that, don't you," Seresin croons, like it isn't patently obvious Bradley's body does not give a single flying fuck about anything other than Seresin's hips working their magic to get where Bradley needs him the most. "You're an adult, he's an adult, we're all good."

Right. They are all adults. So what if Bradley had thought Mav would be out all day, and he and Seresin would have the house to themselves. There isn't any shame in what they're doing — except for how Bradley is now painfully aware that Mav is just beyond the bedroom door, and could walk in at any moment and catch Bradley with his ass full of Seresin's dick, moaning and gagging for it like some cheap whore —

He bites down on his lower lip, swallowing the next groan, even as he rocks up, matching Seresin's every thrust. Maybe if he could speed things along, he could still come and get Seresin out of the house without Mav being any wiser.

(Of course, Seresin's Chevelle is parked in the driveway, so the chances that Mav isn't aware Seresin is here are next to zero, but that's a problem for future Bradley to worry about.)

"Gettin' shy on me, Rooster?" Seresin asks, those devilish green eyes seeing far too much. "You don't want Mav to know you're enjoying yourself with another man? Or is it that you don't want him to know you're enjoying yourself with me?"

Fuck Seresin completely.

"Could you just finish already," Bradley grunts, trying to move, but Seresin just bears all of his weight down, stopping with his balls resting right against Bradley's ass. His dick continues to pulse inside of Bradley almost like it's got a heartbeat of its own.

"Nuh uh, no cheating," Seresin admonishes. He grabs Bradley by the chin, his fingers digging deep; Bradley knows he'll have marks when he sees Mav next — and the thought of it makes him flush even harder.

"Jake, c'mon —"

"Now now, you know you're not getting out of anything by using my name, as much as I like hearing it." Seresin starts rolling his hips again in a delicious grind. "You're gonna tell me what's up with you or I'll edge you all day. I got nothing but time."

Bradley tries to buck Seresin off again, but it just makes him slide in that much deeper. They both let out low moans. Bradley is still so hard his entire body aches with the need to come.

Seresin mercifully lets go of his chin, but the relief is short-lived as he moves to take Bradley's earlobe between his teeth. "You know I've fucked him, right?" Seresin murmurs, the words — shocking and to the point — slithering deep into Bradley's brain and planting roots.

"What?" He swallows, trying to summon some measure of disgust or horror, but Seresin starts thrusting again, so all that comes out of his mouth is another moan, this one louder and longer than the last.

"That is it, isn't it? I fucking knew it," Seresin states, triumphant now as he looks down at Bradley. "You're just jealous that I've had Mav first." Before Bradley can even protest (not that he knows what he'd say, exactly), Seresin grabs hold of Bradley's cock and starts stroking, matching the movement of his hips. "It's alright, you know, I don't mind sharing you with him. Hell, he's a better fuck than I am —"

"Please, Jake..." Bradley's so fucking close now, he can feel it building, the kick starting at the base of his spine and racing upwards —

"Yeah, that's an image, me and Mav spit-roasting you, your tight little ass full of Mav's big cock, and that sweet wet mouth of yours full of mine," Seresin says, breathless now, fucking Bradley so hard the headboard knocks rhythmically against the wall. There's no mistaking the sound. Which means Mav can hear them and now he knows Bradley is having sex, having fantastic sex even, and oh fuck oh God right there —

Bradley comes so hard his vision whites out.

Seresin follows a few seconds later, collapsing on top of Bradley and panting in his ear like he's just run a marathon. The afterglow is kind of nice for a few seconds — until Bradley remembers how loud they'd both been — and then he wants to crawl under the bed in embarrassment.

He tries to ease out from under Seresin, but it just isn't happening, not with Seresin's softening cock still inside him and Seresin still pinning him to the mattress with the muscled weight of his body. "Stop wiggling," Seresin complains, muffled by Bradley's shoulder.

"Get off of me."

Seresin lifts his head and cracks one eye open. "That's no way to treat a man who made you come so good you saw God."

"You want a gold star or something?" Bradley bites out, peevishly.

Seresin snorts. "It's okay, you know."

Bradley stills. "That I came?"

"Don't be a smartass, it's not a good look for you." Seresin grabs both of Bradley's wrists and yanks them up above his head. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

Yeah, he does, and he one thousand percent does not want to talk about it. Not now, not ever.

He tries to jerk his hands loose. "Let go of me before I make you."

"As fun as wrestling with you some more would be, you ain’t getting out of this that easy." Seresin tightens his hold, grinding bone against bone. They're still stuck together with Bradley's come drying between them. "There is nothing wrong with you wanting to fuck Maverick."

"I don't —"

Seresin shuts him up with a biting kiss. "Don't be a baby, Bradshaw. You watch him way too much for your feelings for him to be strictly familial and we both know it. Hell, the whole world knows it."

Every bit of moisture in Bradley's mouth dries up. Fuck Seresin and the way he sees way more than he should. For a self-absorbed narcissist, he's always been surprisingly on point at reading other people.

"I never wanted any of this — not until you," Bradley spits out, struggling in vain to get free. "This is your fault."

"Nah, it ain't," Seresin rebukes, mildly. "You've wanted him for a long time, anyone with eyes could see that. You just didn't know what you wanted to do with all those feelings you had for him until you met me." He laughs, smug and more than a little mean, when Bradley glares at him. "You're welcome, by the way."

"Fuck you."

"Happy to go another round and you know it," Seresin tells him. "But not until you admit you've thought about it. About Mav doing it to you. Giving it to you nice and hard, the way we know you love, working you over until you're desperate and begging and ready to do anything if he'll just let you come —"

The picture Seresin paints is right out of Bradley's deepest, darkest, most shameful late-night fantasies. He knows his cheeks are blotchy red. "Yeah, alright, I've thought about it." It feels like the words are being yanked out of him with a pry bar. "Will you shut the fuck up now?"

Seresin's grin is all teeth. "For now." He pulls out of Bradley's body, the squelching sound unusually loud, then he pats Bradley's flank like a cowboy would a horse. "Proud of you for admitting it. Good boy."

Bradley shoves Seresin the rest of the way off of him and sits up. "Asshole. I'm not some fucking dog."

"No, but you are still a very good boy." Seresin stands, stretching his arms to the ceiling. The condom around his dick is shiny with lube, and his taut, flat stomach is tacky with come. Bradley can't stop staring at him.

Seresin glances down, then cocks an eyebrow. "Yeah, breaking you in has been a treat," he says, and ducks easily out of the way of the pillow Bradley scoops from the floor and throws at him.

"Keep it up and you're not getting anywhere near me again," he threatens.

"Empty words. You love what I do to you too much," Seresin replies, then disappears into the adjoining bathroom before Bradley can tell him to go fuck himself. Knowing Seresin, he'd turn it into a competition and make Bradley watch while he jerked off. (Admittedly, not the worst visual, but the less Seresin knows exactly how hot Bradley finds him and how much he really does want what Seresin gives him, the better for Bradley's rapidly dwindling sanity.)

He uses a couple of Clorox wipes to clean himself up, and has just tossed them into the nearby trashcan when Seresin walks back into the bedroom and starts pulling on his shorts. "You want anything from the kitchen?" he asks.

"The...wait, what?" Bradley scrambles off the bed. "You can't go out to the kitchen!"

Seresin gives him a blank look. His cheeks and chest are still flushed and his hair is sticking up in odd places from where Bradley had been tugging on it. "Why the fuck not?"

"Because —" He throws up his hands "— Mav's out there!"

Mav, who has just heard them having sex. Mav, the guy Bradley hasn't been able to stop thinking about getting naked since the day after he and Seresin had fucked for the first time and Bradley realized that he was definitely into guys. Mav, with his tight tight body that he loves to show off all the time, and those mouth-watering smiles that Bradley could get lost in, and the way he's still easily able to move Bradley around, even though Bradley's well over six foot now and outweighs Mav by at least forty pounds.

Seresin rolls his eyes. "You are as dumb as you are pretty, and that's saying something. I'm going out to get some damn water," he states, and yanks open the door, walking out into the hallway, shirtless and barefoot.

"Shit." Bradley hastily throws on some shorts and a t-shirt (to hide the marks Seresin had left all over him) and walks out into the dining/kitchen area to see Mav at the counter, wearing a tank top so faded it's transparent and showing off his stellar abs, and a pair of indecently short cutoffs that ride way too high up muscled thighs, chopping something that looks like bell pepper. He looks so goddamn hot it should be illegal. Bradley's spent cock makes a valiant, but losing, effort to get hard again.

Seresin strolls right up to Mav, all slow and relaxed, and looking exactly like someone who'd had some headboard-rocking sex. "Damn, Pops," he drawls, eyeing Mav up and down like Mav is the tastiest treat on the menu, "look at you, making domestic look sexy as fuck."

Mav pauses mid-slice. His gaze flickers from Seresin to Bradley — and yeah, he's not proud to admit he's standing frozen in the entryway like a deer seeing headlights, too afraid to even take a breath. Then a strange look passes over Mav's face, too fast for Bradley to process, before he resumes his chopping. "Good to see you, Jake," he says, calm and smooth as ever, like nothing is out of the ordinary. "You staying for lunch?"

"If you're cooking, you better believe it." Seresin grabs two bottles of water from the fridge, tossing Bradley one, then leans against the counter next to Mav, far too close for Bradley's peace of mind. "What're you making?"

Mav peers up at him, and Bradley can see the way his gaze lingers on the beads of sweat trailing between Seresin's pecs. "Shrimp tacos with guasacaca sauce."

"Sounds delicious." Seresin's head lowers, almost at level with Mav's ear. "Almost as delicious as the moans I can get you to make when I'm good and —"

"Alright, that's enough," Mav chides mildly, but belies it by placing his hand on top of Seresin's and squeezing. "If you're staying, you can chop the avocados."

"Sir, yes sir, anything to make you happy, sir," Seresin responds, snapping a mock salute and — looking entirely too comfortable in Bradley and Mav's kitchen — snags a cutting board and a knife, and fishes the avocados out of the fruit basket on the counter.

Mav glances at Bradley, all familiar warmth. "You planning on helping or are you just going to stand there and look pretty?"

"Uh..." Bradley jerks into the room. He feels disoriented and more than a little dizzy, and not just from getting his brains fucked out of his ears. Had Mav just called him pretty? "Sure, just...what do you need?"

Mav points to the colander in the sink. "Devein and de-tail the shrimp, if you don't mind."

"Okay."

He can probably handle that. At least it doesn't involve sharp instruments; he's pretty sure he'd wind up stabbing himself if he had to handle a knife. His thoughts are all over the place, but they keep snagging on Seresin and how intimate he and Mav had just acted with each other.

And no, Bradley hadn't exactly thought Seresin had been lying when he'd said he and Mav had fucked, but what he'd just witnessed had felt blatant. Like Seresin had been making a point or staking a claim or something.

"So, I was hoping I could persuade you to join us this week," Seresin says, glancing at Mav as he pops the pits out of the avocados.

"Feels a little soon, don't you think," Mav replies, with a small eyebrow raise.

"No, I think the timing is perfect." Seresin leans in, the leer teasing and more than a little seductive. "You know the three of us are a great team."

Mav lets out a soft laugh. "So that's what this was about."

That's what what was about? Bradley thinks, looking between the two of them. It feels like they're talking in code and he hates it. Seresin shouldn't have in-jokes with Mav — that's Bradley's place.

"You know me, sir," Seresin replies, with a wink.

"That I do," Mav affirms, far too fondly.

"Is that a yes?"

"Let's see how everything lines up first," Mav tells him, dumping the peppers into a skillet and coating them with olive oil.

"Uh, Hangman, we're not scheduled to run two-on-twos with the class for another two weeks," Bradley points out, still feeling like he's at least a mile behind both of them. "Besides, Mav, aren't you busy with your test pilot shit for the next month?"

Seresin just shakes his head like he's disappointed. "Who said anything about the class?"

"What?"

"Never mind that cute little head of yours about it." Seresin starts expertly chopping the avocado slices and putting them into the food processor. "How are things going with your testing anyway, Mav?"

Mav's eyes light up like it's Christmas, and he talks — in animated, but vague, detail about what his team is doing to make whatever the hell highly-classified craft it is more streamlined and air-worthy. Normally Bradley loves hearing Mav talk about all things aviation, but right now he's too busy trying to figure out what the hell Mav and Seresin had just been talking about to pay Mav any attention. He doesn't like the idea that either of them is keeping secrets from him, and doesn't want to examine why too closely.

***

Lunch is great — it always is when Mav cooks (he honestly could have been a chef in another life) — but Bradley barely tastes any of it. Instead, he keeps watching Mav and Seresin chit-chat and idly flirt with each other, paying careful attention to the way they're so free and easy being in each other's space. Now that Bradley knows what he's looking for, he can't believe he'd never clocked how Seresin uses any excuse to touch Mav — on the wrist, the arm, his thigh, his hip at one point — and the way Mav seems to lean into it every time. Like it's perfectly normal. Like they touch each other all the time.

Which makes him wonder exactly when Seresin and Mav had hooked up, and how often it had happened, because they seem far too close for this to have been a one-night stand. Which also makes Bradley wonder if Mav has made Seresin come the way Bradley does or if Seresin has spent hours eating Mav out like he does Bradley — and has to battle back both the sharp pang of envy and press a hand to his aching groin to get it to ease the hell down.

This is one hundred percent not the time or place.

Seresin even stays long enough to help wash and dry the dishes, joking and laughing with Mav the whole time, while Bradley boxes up the leftovers and tries not to think about if the two of them had ever had sex in the kitchen. If Seresin had draped himself over the counter with his ass poking up and let Mav ram into him, with the scent of musk and sex thick in the air, or if Mav had ever planted himself on the island with Seresin kneeling between his legs and making those obscene slurping noises he always does when he's giving head and really going to town.

By the time Seresin — mercifully — puts his shirt and shoes on, and is thanking Mav for lunch, Bradley's a mess of horniness mixed with soul-deep embarrassment and is actively cursing Seresin's name for putting all those thoughts in his brain. And that's before Seresin stops at the front door to brush his mouth against Mav's, once, then twice, then a third time that lingers way too long (and looks so hot it burns Bradley's corneas.)

"See ya later, Pops," Seresin murmurs, fitting their mouths together again.

Mav smiles into the kiss, then pats Seresin's cheek. "See you later, Jake."

Then Seresin turns to Bradley, and yanks him close, parting Bradley's surprised, slack lips with his tongue, the kiss blatantly raunchy and so carnal Bradley's ready to go at it again in the living room, right where Mav could see him — and fuck, isn't that an idea? Mav, watching Bradley get absolutely railed by Seresin while he jerks off and gives directions and makes approving noises about how good Bradley is and how well he's taking Seresin's cock and how he can't wait to split Bradley open next —

Bradley's panting and throbbing with need when Seresin finally lets him up for air.

"What the fuck was that?" he asks, blinking the stars from his eyes.

"Just giving you something to think about," Seresin replies, swiping his tongue across his shiny lower lip. "And I do so love putting that look on your face."

"That goes both ways, you know," Bradley says, because as much as he sometimes hates himself for how much he wants Seresin, he knows for a fact that Seresin is just as addicted to him.

Seresin's lips slant up in his signature smirk. "That an invite to stay for round two? I bet we could give Mav one hell of a show."

"Shut up and get out of here," Bradley groans, and shoves a laughing Seresin out the door — and locks it after him, just to be safe.

The living room is empty when he turns around — he hadn't even noticed Mav had left. Of course, with the way Seresin had been all over him, he probably wouldn't have noticed a bomb going off. Which leads him right to the heart of the matter. Him and Seresin, and the fact that Bradley hadn't told Mav anything about it. As much as he's not looking forward to the conversation, he figures he owes Mav an explanation.

(Although, he reminds himself, Mav hadn't told him he'd also fucked Seresin, so maybe they're even.)

Of course, when he tracks Mav down, he's just lounging in one of the chairs on the back patio, with his face tilted towards the sun, and looking like the perfect picture of a relaxed house cat. "Jake gone?" Mav asks, mildly, turning his head Bradley's way.

"Yeah." Bradley drops into the chair next to him and clasps his hands in his lap. "So, uh, about what, uh, you heard earlier..."

Mav frowns, his expression puzzled. "What I heard?"

Ah fuck, Mav is going to make him say it. "When Hangman and I were...uh...having sex." Christ, he feels like he's sixteen again.

"Ah, that." Mav nods knowingly. "What about it?"

Bradley is positive even the roots of his hair are turning red. "I'm sorry, I guess?"

"Why?" Mav asks, tilting his head to study him most closely. "Bradley, whatever you and Jake do with each other is your business."

"Yeah, but it's your house."

It's not even like Mav had even offered to let Bradley move in with him — Bradley had just shown up after the mission with his duffle bag and settled himself right into Mav's spare room and hadn't left.

Mav sighs, the sound drawn out. "It's your house too."

It's something Mav's said to him repeatedly, but given their history (and the awful shit Bradley had said to him at various low points in his life), Bradley is never taking Mav or his hospitality or grace for granted again. "Okay," he says quietly.

Mav reaches over and touches the back of Bradley's hand. "You're my wingman, Bradley," he states, solemn and serious, with a world of history in those sea-green eyes.

"You're mine, too." Oddly, it feels like they're reciting vows or something.

Mav looks pleased as punch with Bradley's answer. "Good. So no more talk about mine this or yours that, okay?"

Bradley nods, then cocks his head. "You don't look too surprised that I was with...I mean, that I like guys."

"Because I'm not." Mav's smile is as warm as the breeze. "But I'm glad you're comfortable sharing yourself with me like that."

"I'm glad one of us knew," Bradley mumbles under his breath. How the hell had everyone figured it out before he had?

"And," Mav continues, "I'm glad that you feel safe enough with me to let me know about you and Jake —"

"Yeah, hold on, I think you've got the wrong idea. Hangman and me — we're not dating or anything like that." Bradley shakes his head for emphasis.

"Okay?" Mav says it like a question.

"He's just...he's not the kind of guy someone dates," Bradley clarifies. "I mean, he's still the biggest asshole I've ever met and he drives me nuts on the daily. It's just..." He shrugs, trying to untangle the mess of emotions he has where Seresin is concerned. "Actually, I have no idea what happened. It started with me wanting to shut him up by punching him, then the next thing I knew I was shutting him up with my cock in his ass, and then he had the nerve to introduce me to my prostate and I don't even know, Mav, I swear he's put some dick spell on me because here we are, months later, and it's like I'm addicted to the way he fucks or uses his tongue or something."

Which, he realizes with a wince, is probably way TMI, but as usual where Mav is concerned, his brain-to-mouth filter is nonexistent.

Mav, thankfully, just takes Bradley's word vomit in stride. His mouth just lifts at the corners, the grin playful and so sexy Bradley's balls hurt at seeing it. "Jake is very good at wearing a person's defenses down."

"Yeah, no shit." Bradley chances another look in Mav's direction. It is kinda odd that he and Mav have fucked the same guy, right? Or, hell, maybe this is normal and Bradley just needs to get with the program on how dude on dude hookups work. "So how long have you and him been...uh...getting together, if you don't mind me asking."

"He told you?"

Bradley coughs, his brain giving him an x-rated image of exactly what Seresin had been doing to him at the time they'd talked about it. "Uh, yeah. But, uh, it was kinda obvious during lunch that you two...y'know. Know each other. Biblically."

"Biblically?" Mav repeats, chuckling.

"Fuck you, you know what I mean," Bradley chuckles, dragging a hand across his face. "This is kinda awkward, okay."

"You're not mad about it, are you?"

"No, of course not." At least, not in the way Mav's implying. "We're good, I swear. Just, when did it start with you two?"

Mav purses his lips. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but we first got together when I was teaching the mission."

"You...what???" Bradley shoots up straight in his chair. That was months ago. Well before he and Seresin had started having sex.

Which means Seresin had lied to him about not being in a relationship. Unless he and Mav had already ended things before Seresin went after Bradley. Wait, is that why Seresin had started chasing him? Shit.

He and Seresin clearly need to have a conversation.

"I know how it sounds, trust me," Mav concedes, with a wry grin. "And I take full responsibility for my actions."

"I don't know, Mav, I've met Hangman, I know what he's like," Bradley replies. "Did he goad you into fucking him like he did with me?"

Mav chuckles. "Not quite."

"So...uh...how did it..." Bradley trails off, wincing. "You know what, never mind, it's not —"

"It's okay," Mav assures him, "you have every right to ask."

Bradley knows he doesn't, but he's too curious to argue the point. "Okay."

Mav eases back in his chair. "The first time was the night of Ice's funeral. Jake came by the house, said he wanted to see how I was doing, and I invited him in. Guess I just didn't want to be alone," he says, his lips tilting down in a sad little smile. "Anyway, we got to talking and trading stories, and before I knew it, he was in my lap and we were kissing and — well, I'm sure you can guess the rest."

Bradley has zero problems visualizing Seresin grinding down on Mav's lap, their desperate kisses, Mav's hand on Seresin's cock, Seresin's hands in Mav's hair, both of them straining towards the other, too horned up to even make it to the bedroom. Both of them seeking comfort and connection and finding it together.

And if Bradley hadn't been such a clueless dick during that whole stretch of time, he could have been the one Mav had taken comfort with and slept with that night, instead of Seresin.

"But it wasn't just — I also like being around him," Mav continues, thankfully oblivious to Bradley's thoughts. "He's an incredible pilot and has a pretty wicked sense of humor."

"His sense of humor is something, alright."

"You must have found something you like about him." It feels like Mav can see right past all of Bradley's bravado and into the secret part of himself he tries to keep buried way the hell down. "If it was just physical, you two would have burned out already."

Bradley clears a very dry throat. He doesn't want to think about it. "So...what about Penny? Aren't you two, uh, together?"

Mav cocks his head. "I love her. I'm always going to love her. But we both know we're not — I can't be who she needs," he says, with a rueful shrug. "So we just...we enjoy each other's company when we're together. It's nothing serious."

"Right." Bradley nods, even though his thoughts are racing faster than his jet at full throttle. Mav and Penny aren't serious. Mav and Seresin had started fucking months ago. Mav is into dudes. Mav hadn't batted an eyelash that Bradley is also fucking Seresin.

Mav, who Bradley can't stop imagining with his ankles around his ears as Bradley just pounds into him —

"Anyway, the point is, if you and Jake are having fun with each other, there's no shame in it." He pats Bradley's knee companionably and stands up. "I was gonna watch the Padres game, if you wanted to join."

"Yeah, uh...in a minute."

He waits until Mav walks inside before putting his head in his hands and groaning. He is so fucked.

***

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Monday morning before class, Bradley shuts the door of his shared office with Seresin and plants himself in front of it. "We need to talk."

Seresin takes his sweet-ass time looking up from his desktop. "Do we now?" he asks, raising his coffee mug — the one Bradley had given him — to his lips. He looks neat and pressed and as cool as the other side of the pillow, and Bradley wants nothing more than to strip him down to base parts and make him lose control.

"I talked to Mav after you left on Saturday."

"Well, good for you." Seresin sprawls back in his chair, cradling the mug in both hands and giving Bradley a speculative glance. "And how'd that go?"

"He said you two first hooked up while he was teaching the mission."

Seresin inclines his head. "That was when it started, yes."

"So, it wasn't just the once?" Bradley presses.

"No, Bradshaw, it was not."

Which is exactly what he'd suspected and pretty much what Mav had already told him. But hearing Seresin state it so plainly hits different. The tugging low in his belly — he refuses to name the emotion — takes him by surprise.

Bradley crosses his arms. "Alright, then, tell me this. Why the fuck did you say you weren't in a relationship when we talked about it?"

"Come on now, you made no secret of the fact that you barely tolerated me, remember," Seresin drawls. "You trying to tell me you would have cared that I was spreading my love around?"

"No, that's — stop trying to twist things around," Bradley growls. "You can fuck whoever you want. I just want to know why you lied to me."

"Why do you think?" Seresin replies, setting his mug back on the desk with a decisive thunk. "I had a hard enough time getting you in bed without you worrying that you were competing with Maverick, of all people, for my time."

"How the hell do you have the energy to be with him too?" Bradley asks, before he can call it back. He's fighting a losing battle to tamp down on the jealousy.

Only, he's not sure who he's more jealous of.

Something to think about much, much later, when he's alone and not under Seresin's far too watchful gaze.

Seresin stands, stretching his arms to the ceiling. "Is that what this is about?" he asks, curiously. "You think I haven't been treating you the way you deserve?"

Bradley doesn't bother to dignify that with a response. He's not giving Seresin's ego any more of a boost. "So, he's what? Your side piece? Or is that me?"

Either option curdles his gut.

"It ain't like that." Seresin's reply is soft, but there's enough force behind it Bradley knows he means it. "Mav and I don't fuck all the time. I like spending time with him. And you already know you and me've spent plenty of time together with our clothes on."

The assurance mollifies him somewhat. But only somewhat. "So, all those nights when you told me you were too busy to hang...?"

"Wasn't lying," Seresin replies, strolling forward with that loose, easy sway of his that has Bradley thinking about how well Seresin can move those hips when they're in bed. "When a man as fine as Mav extends an invite, you clear your calendar, even if you are having damn great sex elsewhere." He flicks at the collars of Bradley's shirt, his gaze bright and playful. "Why, you want details on what me and Mav have been up to?"

"No," Bradley replies automatically, then grimaces, because now he's the one who's lying. "I mean, maybe. Fuck." He narrows his eyes when Seresin just laughs at him. "You know what, yes, I do."

"Running a little short on time for a play by play," Seresin reminds him, tipping his head at the clock on the wall next to them.

"Alright, how's this," Bradley suggests, with a sunny smirk he knows for a fact Seresin can't resist. "After hops, when I've got you bent over your desk and I'm fucking you nice and hard, I want you to answer every question I ask you."

They've fucked each other enough in the office to have the timing down to a science, and to know exactly how quiet to keep things so they don't raise suspicions.

Seresin lifts an eyebrow in challenge. "Now what makes you think —"

Bradley grabs Seresin by the back of his neck and yanks, the kiss all teeth and dominance. Just the way he knows Seresin likes it. "I'll see you at six. I suggest you get yourself ready for me in the shower after we land," Bradley says and pats Seresin on the ass. "See you in the classroom."

He strides out of the office without waiting for a reply, pleased as hell with himself that he's finally managed to get the last word in where Seresin is concerned.

***

At six sharp, Seresin locks the door behind him as he steps into their office. His hair is still damp. "Alright, Bradshaw, you got me here."

Bradley points at his desk. "Assume the position."

He's far too impatient for niceties. He's barely been able to concentrate on anything all day except getting inside Seresin and getting some answers, and he's still not sure which one he wants more.

Seresin laughs, even as he walks closer, unbuckling his belt along the way. "You really are lucky you know how to use that big dick of yours."

"As well as Mav knows how to use his?" The question pops out before Bradley can call it back.

Seresin pushes his slacks and briefs down to his ankles and bends over the desk, his perky ass poking up obscenely from under his shirt. He sinks to his elbows as he smirks back at Bradley. "Get inside me first, and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know."

Fine with Bradley. He wastes zero time dropping trou and reaching for the condom and lube he'd placed on the desk for that exact purpose. He's so ready to go he's about to vibrate out of his skin. "I hope you got yourself prepped for me, because I'm going in hot," he states, but doesn't wait for an answer before sinking into tight heat, without any resistance.

Damn, when Seresin bothered to do what Bradley told him, he did not fuck around.

They both groan softly in unison as Bradley sinks in until he's balls deep. "How are you always so tight?" Bradley wonders, starting a slow, lazy rhythm. He brushes Seresin's matted hairs from his nape and presses a kiss there, the gentleness at odds with the way he's feeling.

Seresin just pushes back to meet each of Bradley's thrusts. "C'mon, Bradshaw, you had questions."

Bradley's honestly finding it hard to think of anything with the way Seresin's ass is gripping him so goddamn good, but he does his best to focus. "You let him fuck you?"

"Spread my legs for him every chance I get," Seresin murmurs, rolling and flexing his hips, matching Bradley stroke for stroke, the two of them beautifully in tune with each other, as always. A dance they've all but perfected over the last few months.

"You eat him out the way you do me?" Because Mav does have a fantastic ass. And Bradley wouldn't mind a spin or two at it himself, making Mav sob his name while Bradley makes him come with nothing except his lips and tongue.

"Oh yeah, could pack a lunch and stay there all day," Seresin responds, with a dreamy sigh that makes Bradley want to stake his own kind of claim. Mav might have gotten to Seresin first, but Bradley's the one who's here now.

He snaps his hips and drives himself so deep that he imagines Seresin can feel it in his throat. Then he bends over that toned, tapered back, sharp teeth biting and tugging at Seresin's earlobe. "What else does he do to you?" he asks, breathless and wanting, burning up inside with curiosity and that persistent need to prove himself. To prove to Seresin that he's got what it takes to keep up with Mav, whether it's in a fighter jet or in bed.

"He's got a nice fat dick, feels so good when it's deep inside me, splitting me wide open, or when I'm choking on it while he's fucking my face until I can't taste anything else —"

Bradley slams forward, feet planted to keep a tight hold on Seresin (and to keep the desk from scraping across the floor), and starts pounding into him, hard, relentless, perfect. "Bet Mav loves those cocksucking lips of yours."

"Man like Mav...you happily get on your knees for someone like that."

There's something in Seresin's tone, something that tickles Bradley's hind-brain, just out of reach...but then Seresin pushes back, tightening around him again and the thought is lost in favor of far more pleasurable pursuits.

It's not until afterwards, when Bradley stands on legs that feel like jelly, that it comes back to him. "He's the reason, isn't he?"

Seresin pauses in the middle of wiping the lube off of his ass. "Huh?"

"Mav," Bradley explains, tying off the condom and throwing it away before leaning against the desk. He doesn't even bother with zipping his slacks. Not like he has the energy just yet anyway. "He's the reason you've been so mellow since we all got back from the mission."

"Them's fightin' words. I haven't been mellow a day in my life." Seresin tosses the rolled-up tissues into the trash can, and pulls his briefs and slacks back up. "What are you even talking about?"

"You, of course — your favorite subject," Bradley replies, grinning. God, it feels good to have one up on Seresin, for once. "It's been bugging me forever what's changed about you since we all got back, and that's it, isn't it? Mav started fucking you so well you forgot you're supposed to be you."

He can see Seresin struggling to find an appropriate response. Finally, Seresin shrugs. "I'm not saying you're right —"

"Of course you're not —"

"But if getting dicked down by a master doesn't change a man just a little, what's the point?" Then Seresin smirks, hot gaze raking over Bradley's slouched form. "I believe you know something about that."

"You're alright," Bradley drawls, solely to get a reaction.

"Best dick you've ever had," Seresin states, with a wink.

"You're the only dick I've ever had," Bradley reminds him. "And speaking of which, tell me something." He finally starts getting himself squared up and tucked away. "Why did you chase after me so hard if you had him?"

Seresin saunters forward, and grabs Bradley's zipper, slowly tugging it up. In the harsh fluorescent light, his eyes are the same shade of sea-foam green as Mav's, and just as alluring. "Use that brain of yours, Rooster. You know me well enough by now to know the answer to that question."

Bradley chuckles. He does know. And the fact that he does feels pretty fucking good. "Yeah, you're a greedy motherfucker and a size queen on top of it."

Seresin pats his inseam and offers up a dimpled smile. "Guilty as charged on both counts," he says. "You're just as bad, you know. It's why we get along."

Bradley blinks. "We fight all the time.".

"We agree where it matters," Seresin counters, and leans in for a kiss that's a lot softer than the ones they normally share. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah," Bradley answers, but stays at his desk, frowning at the door, long after Seresin walks out.

What the hell had Seresin meant by that?

***

Bradley's still mulling over Seresin's words when he gets home and drops his keys into the bowl in the foyer. "Mav?" He calls. "You here?"

"Kitchen!"

Bradley follows the voice and finds Mav hand-washing a few dishes in the sink. "Hey," Mav greets, with that big bright grin that makes Bradley weak at the knees and all gooey on the inside.

A smile that's always been Bradley's alone, a smile Bradley had never forgotten, even during their years apart. A smile Bradley would do anything to keep trained on him and only him, except Seresin's gotten there first and is giving Mav all kinds of great sex, and maybe Bradley's missed his shot, and what if Seresin takes Mav away from him just after Bradley's gotten him back —

He's across the room before he's even aware of moving, grabbing Mav's face with both hands and sliding his tongue past the surprised 'oh' of Mav's lips. Mav freezes — it lasts a moment; it lasts a lifetime — then Mav is gripping Bradley's biceps and kissing him back, his wet hands soaking through Bradley's shirt.

Heat. There's so much heat. Bradley is on fire, in flames, his entire body oxidizing in desperation. It is, by far, the hottest kiss Bradley has ever had in his life. Until the day he dies, he'll remember it in vivid clarity: remember every soft shift of the compact, muscled body against his, remember every molecule of skin pressed to his own, remember those damp hands sliding up to cup his cheeks, remember soft lips and a softer tongue against his, moving in steady, practiced strokes that manage to be more erotic than all of the actual sex he's ever had.

He brings his hands up to rub over Mav's wrists, craving as much contact as possible, as Mav's mouth moves over his own in hunger and such raw need that it pierces right to the innermost depths of Bradley's soul. The feeling is so great it swallows him whole; so terrible in its beauty, so awesome in its power, overwhelming everything in its path — and Bradley lets himself be consumed in the inferno. He opens his mouth, moves his lips under Mav's, rubs his tongue along straight teeth, and dives headfirst into all that want, and all of that intense ache.

They part lips, panting, Mav's hands still on Bradley's cheeks, Bradley's hands still on Mav's wrists. Mav shudders, then opens those expressive, pretty eyes, and the pure, unadulterated love in them sends Bradley shooting so high he's in another galaxy.

"Are you sure about this?" Mav searches Bradley's face, his lips puffy from the force of Bradley's kiss. His face is flushed and so beautiful it hurts Bradley to even look at him.

"One thousand fucking percent, Mav, it's all I want," Bradley affirms, then dives right back in, Mav meeting him halfway.

They rub against each other, panting and trading kiss after kiss until Bradley is dizzy with it. He pushes down on Mav's sleep shorts, moaning like a dimestore floozy when Mav yanks down the zipper of his slacks, curling fingers around his already hard length, and expertly stroking. Mav has more calluses than Seresin, his grip stronger, and the way he twists his wrist is downright unreal and possibly criminal in some countries. Bradley never, ever wants him to stop.

"Knew you'd be big, knew you'd fit perfectly in my hand," Mav murmurs, scraping his teeth against Bradley's jaw. The praise spills from his lips like jewels, sparkling and bright, and Bradley wants to hoard each one like a miser.

"Thought about this," he confesses, shuddering when Mav's thumb rubs against the head of his cock, smearing precome everywhere. "About you...about us..."

"Yeah?" Mav pushes into Bradley's fist, keeping pace with him. "Tell me."

Mav is absolutely owning him with a steady hand and that addictive mouth, and he wants Bradley to talk?

"Uh..." he stutters, groaning low and helpless when Mav twists his fingers at exactly the right angle. Shockwaves pulse along his spine as he comes, hard and fast, over Mav's fist.

He slumps forward, stars exploding behind his eyes, sucking in desperately needed air, and has just enough motor skills to keep pumping Mav's cock until he feels Mav spill on his palm.

"Goddamn," Bradley breathes, when he can form words again.

Mav hums, nosing his way along Bradley's jaw. "That was a long time coming."

"That's what he said," Bradley jokes, and they're both still chuckling when their lips meet again for a slow kiss that has Bradley throbbing at the end of it. "Can you go again?"

Mav lifts an imperious eyebrow. "Seriously?"

Yeah, he probably could have phrased that better. (Thank God Seresin's not around; Bradley would have never heard the end of it.) Sue him, his brain is still leaking out of his ears a little bit.

"Just making sure," he says, with a conciliatory kiss. "Because I really, really want you to fuck me."

"I'll see what I can manage," Mav deadpans, before scooping his shorts off the floor and dragging his shirt over his head.

Christ on a cracker, he's a fucking vision. Not as earth-shatteringly well-defined as Seresin (but then, who is), but built as hell, with thick thighs, tits that belong in a museum (or in Bradley's mouth), and shoulders Bradley wants to map with his tongue.

Mav smirks at him, placing a finger under his chin and clicking it shut. "Come on," he says and ambles out of the kitchen, ass swaying enticingly with every step. Bradley has no idea where he's going, but he knows as sure as he knows his own name that he'll follow Mav anywhere.

***

Bradley arches off the bed as a long, drawn-out groan rumbles from his toes to the crown of his head. His chest is coated in sweat, more trailing down his temples and pooling in the hollow of his throat, and his body is one long, taut bowstring of need. Mav and his talented as fuck tongue are going to wreck him, but he is one million percent okay with that.

Said tongue is currently going to absolute town on his ass, fucking it so well and good that Bradley is on the verge of coming just from the jabs and licks and tight suction alone. Seresin is a master at rimming, no doubt, but Mav is on a whole different level. And the noises Mav is making — like he can't get enough — are just so fucking hot. Bradley's out of his mind already, and Mav hasn't even touched his dick this round yet.

"Mav," he pants, fisting the sheets as his hips rise to meet the next stab of Mav's tongue. "Gonna come soon..."

"Hmm?" Mav lifts his head; his mouth and chin are covered in saliva, his cheeks red from rubbing against Bradley's ass, and his eyes are glazed over like he's a glutton let loose in an ice cream shop. Bradley is ready to shoot his load then and there just looking at him.

"Need you inside me...please," Bradley begs, tugging Mav up his body, groaning again as the thick head of Mav's cock drags along his thigh.

Mav smiles, pushing damp strands of hair from Bradley's forehead. "Grab the lube."

Bradley flails on the nightstand until his fingers close over the bottle. He slaps it in Mav's hand, biting his lower lip as Mav flips the cap and pours a generous amount onto his fingers.

"You need more prep?" Mav asks, rolling on a condom and coating his cock with quick, deft movements.

Bradley shakes his head. He and Seresin trade off often enough that he's well acquainted with what he needs to make anal enjoyable, and Mav's done a beautiful job of opening him up enough. "Just need you in me."

"God, Bradley, how are you so perfect?" Mav looks down at him like he's some kind of miracle (when it's the other way around), then guides the head of his dick inside Bradley, slowly pushing until he's fully seated.

"Fuck." Bradley grabs Mav's shoulders and crosses his legs under Mav's ass and hangs on for dear life as Mav starts moving with hard, deliberate strokes. "Wanted you so long...fuck, yeah, just like — yes, yes, fuck yes —"

Seresin had not been lying — as good as Seresin is in bed (and he is fucking incredible, no two ways about it), Mav blows him right out of the water.

By the time Mav's wrung another two dry orgasms out of Bradley (which he hadn't even known was a thing), he's so boneless he may as well be a puddle. No fucking way he'll be fit to fly tomorrow — and, for once, he's fine with that. Hell, he'd give serious thought about retiring altogether if he and Mav could have sex like this every day.

"How are you this good at sex?" Bradley asks, once Mav has cleaned the mess off of Bradley's ass and stomach. "I mean, Hangman's great, but, holy shit."

"I've got twenty years more of practice," Mav replies, nuzzling Bradley's temple as he curls around Bradley's side. "I take it that means you enjoyed yourself."

"Stop fishing for compliments, you're as bad as he is," Bradley groans, turning his head to rub his lips over Mav's.

"Speaking of Jake..." Mav pauses, his fingers snagging in the bristles along Bradley's jaw. "Something going on with you two that put you in my bed?"

"No, we're fine." Then Bradley lets out a high-pitched laugh. "Would you believe me if I told you this happened because he was bragging about how good you were in the sack and I got jealous?"

"You've always been possessive," Mav agrees, genial.

"This isn't — I mean, I know it's weird and all but —" Bradley shrugs, helpless to untangle his thoughts. "I don't care if you two still fuck."

Which probably makes him some sort of pathetic asshole, but now that he's had a taste of Mav, he can't find it in himself to blame Seresin at all for not giving it up. And...maybe...maybe, he doesn't want Seresin to give either of them up.

"Likewise," Mav says, with a soft, encouraging smile.

Bradley lifts his head and looks Mav in the eyes. "What I mean is...look, I have no idea how this shit works, but there's got to be some way..."

"Some way?" Mav prompts, nudging Bradley's side when Bradley falls silent again.

He swallows. This is the big moment. Time to leap off his perch and trust Mav will catch him. "Well, just...I'd like us — the three of us — to work something out. Like, a relationship. A real one."

It's the first time he's even tacitly admitted his feelings for Seresin aren't purely sexual.

Mav smiles down at him, soft and loving. "I'd like that very much."

Bradley lets out a breath he hadn't even been aware of holding. "You think Hangman would be up for it?"

"Sweetheart, I'm pretty sure getting both of us at the same time has been Jake's plan all along," Mav tells him, and huh, wait a second...

"Is that what you two were talking about on Saturday?" he asks, frowning. "With all that the three of us making a good team stuff?"

"He and I have talked about the possibility of it a few times, yes," Mav admits.

"So you two were planning this?" Bradley presses.

Mav shakes his head. "Nothing that calculated, at least on my part. More wishful thinking."

Okay, that makes a little more sense. And makes Bradley feel better. "But you did already know the two of us were fucking before I told you."

"Jake did tell me, yes."

That slick fucking bastard. Bradley sighs. "I should be mad at him for manipulating me. Again."

And what does it say about him that he had been so easy to manipulate? No one's ever been able to wind him up the way Seresin has, not even Mav.

"But you're not," Mav says, confidently.

"But I'm not." Not when he's got Mav snuggled up against him, and he's riding the high of being so well fucked he's still seeing stars. Not when he can still recall exactly how well Seresin's ass had gripped his cock earlier, and all of those sweet sounds he'd gotten Seresin to make. He must be doing something right to have these two incredibly confident, gorgeous men that desperate for what he's got on offer. Especially when they already had each other first.

"I'm sure Jake and I can find a way to make it up to you," Mav says, with another kiss, and Bradley won't lie, he loves the sound of that.

"He's gonna be an utter asshole about this, you know," Bradley gripes. "He's so insufferable when he's right."

"I can't say I mind his methods," Mav says, running a hand along Bradley's chest. "Not when it got us here."

Bradley strokes Mav's cheek with a soft smile, trembling and thankful to his core that he and Mav are on the same page. "You know I'm not letting you go, right."

"Not ever," Mav promises, as he draws Bradley to him for a heartfelt kiss.

They're both smiling at each other like sappy idiots when Mav lifts his head. "You should invite him over on Friday night."

"Who, Hangman?" Bradley asks, brows furrowing when Mav just grins. "What am I missing?"

"We'll have the whole weekend, just the three of us..."

"Oh," Bradley breathes, with dawning comprehension. "Yeah, you're right, I totally should."

Seresin isn't going to know what the fuck hit him.

***

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"You know," Seresin observes a few days later, when they're walking back to the locker room after finishing their morning hops with the class, "you've been in a very good mood all week."

"Have I?" Bradley asks, unable to keep the big grin off his face. Sue him, getting his back blown out by Mav every night has done wonders for his temperament. Seriously, no wonder Seresin had mellowed out so much once he and Mav had started fucking. Mav is, like, magic at sex or something.

(But, if Bradley's honest with himself, he still misses Seresin in his bed. As good as Mav is, no one can rev Bradley higher or hotter faster than Seresin can. Which should tell him something.)

"Come on now, what gives. You gotta tell me something." Seresin nudges Bradley's shoulder. "Do I need to be jealous of whatever it is that's making you smile like that?"

"No," Bradley says, stopping Seresin so he can look right into those unfairly attractive eyes. So Seresin can look in his and see the truth. "You've got nothing to worry about, okay."

"Alright, Double B. I believe you," Seresin replies, softly, those hot as fuck twin dimples appearing when he offers his own smile.

"In fact," Bradley says, dropping his voice, "you should come over tonight, say, 7. I'll leave the front door unlocked."

Seresin lifts an eyebrow. "Why won't you be answering the door yourself?"

Bradley smirks, a nascent plan starting to form. He is loving life right about now. "Guess you'll have to show up and find out."

"Okay, you got me." Seresin resumes walking. "I take it Mav's out with Penny tonight?"

"Something like that." Bradley deliberately keeps his shrug nonchalant. "I didn't press for details."

Seresin eyes Bradley up and down, the look sizzling. "I look forward to tonight, then."

"Me too," Bradley says, and he's never meant anything more in his life.

***

"Okay, but I still think him walking in on me blowing you would do a lot of the heavy lifting," Bradley wheedles, following Mav out onto the patio. It's less than five minutes to showtime (Seresin is many things that drive Bradley batshit, but he is as punctual as it gets), and Bradley's riding a razor's edge of anticipation mixed with nerves. There's so much at stake tonight.

Mav drags a thumb across Bradley's lower lip, eyes darkening when Bradley flicks his tongue out to lave over it. "As much as I love your mouth, baby, we all need to talk before you get to show off for Jake."

Talk, ugh. Bane of Bradley's fucking life. He'd much rather let his actions speak for him. But, as much as he hates admitting it, Mav's got a point. The three of them are already in some weird tangled, complicated mess, so straightening all of that out should be the first priority. Even if it does mean letting Seresin know that his underhanded, sneaky-ass tactics worked.

"Fine, we do it your way," he sighs, then stills when he hears the sound of the front door opening. "Shit, where do I go?" he hisses.

Mav points to the outdoor storage shed, and Bradley's just managed to wedge himself inside with the lawn mower and the other tools, and shut the door mostly behind him, when he hears Seresin calling out his name.

"Out back, Jake," Mav responds. Bradley wedges the door open a sliver so he can peer out — he feels a little bit like a stalker, but he comforts himself with the knowledge that this will only be for a few minutes.

Seresin opens the sliding glass door and steps out onto the patio a second later. He's dressed in his usual weekend casual wear — board shorts and a tank top, golden skin and muscles on full display. Between him and Mav, who's showing off his goods in his tight t-shirt and cut-off shorts, Bradley's mouth starts watering. He can't wait to get his hands on both of them.

Seresin looks around the backyard, then gives Mav a puzzled smile. "Not that I'm not happy as hell to see you, but where's Bradshaw?"

"I'm sure he's around somewhere." Bradley watches as Mav steps right into Seresin's personal space. "I can get out of your hair if you want "

Seresin grabs a fistful of Mav's shirt to keep him in place. "You know damn well I don't want you to leave."

"I do," Mav says, and then his lips are on Seresin's, their tongues touching as the kiss quickly gets heated. Bradley is already about to lose his damn mind at the sight.

Jesus Christ, they're even hotter together than he'd imagined.

"Missed that," Seresin murmurs, blinking at Mav all slow and satisfied when they ease away from each other. "We'll have to carve out some time soon."

"I'd like that," Mav says with a smile. "It's been too long."

"I swear, this'll be so much easier once Rooster finally gets on board with the program," Seresin complains, sliding his hands along Mav's back to squeeze two firm handfuls of his ass. "I should have realized he'd be a hard nut to crack after how long it took me to get him into bed."

Mav grins, shifting in so close a dime couldn't fit between them. "I'm not sure blatantly flirting with me the way you were last time you were here is the answer."

"I don't see you coming up with any better ideas," Seresin argues.

Mav makes a contented humming sound, their mouths meeting again in another long, sensuous kiss. "I actually do have one," he says, next time they part.

"I'm listening," Seresin says, pressing tiny kisses along Mav's throat.

Mav tilts his head back in invitation. "You can come out now, Bradley."

The door hinges squeak when Bradley steps out of the shed, grinning widely at Seresin's narrowed eyes. "Hey, Hangman."

"Rooster." The reply is level, but Bradley clocks the tense line of Seresin's shoulders. He also clocks the fact that Seresin hasn't moved away from Mav's embrace.

That narrowed gaze moves between Mav and Bradley. "Anyone want to clue me in?" Seresin asks.

Mav smiles, cupping Seresin's cheek in one hand as he reaches for Bradley with the other. "And you claim to be clever," he chides, fondly.

Bradley crowds in behind Seresin, relishing both the way Seresin melts back into him, and the hot look of approval in Mav's eyes. "Pretty sure it's obvious," he says, nipping at Seresin's earlobe before leaning over Seresin's shoulder to capture Mav's lips, holding absolutely nothing back.

"Well, I'll be damned," Seresin breathes; he sounds stunned and more than a little off-kilter. It's music to Bradley's ears.

Mav eases away from Bradley, green eyes dancing with mirth. "You look good like this, Jake."

"You sneaky little fuck," Seresin growls, and turns a little in Bradley's arms to glare at him. "When did this happen?"

Bradley scratches his chin and squints up at the night sky as he pretends to think about it. "Monday night, wasn't it? That sound right, Mav?"

"Sounds right to me."

"The same night we fucked on the..." Seresin trails off, then he straightens to his full height. "You telling me you two have been hooking up all week and this is the first I'm hearing about it?"

Bradley shrugs. "Consider it payback for you not telling me about you and Mav for months."

"I..." Seresin's teeth click in irritation. "You know what, I'm gonna give you that one."

"The point is," Mav says, nuzzling the underside of Seresin's jaw right where Bradley knows he's the most sensitive, "we're here now."

Seresin sighs into the caress. "Alright, fine, you're right. You win."

"I should have recorded that," Bradley jokes.

Seresin twists and digs his fingers into Bradley's chin, dragging him close for a hard, biting kiss. "You know, you are damn lucky —"

"Yeah yeah," Bradley interrupts, grinning at him. "And so are you."

Seresin's gaze flicks between him and Mav again. "Alright, you both got me here. Now what."

Mav gives Bradley a slight nod. "It's your show."

Bradley reaches around Seresin to squeeze Mav's hand. Centers himself when Mav squeezes back. He's got this. Time to lay all his cards on the table.

"Here's the deal. I still don't like you much," Bradley says, with a shrug that he knows Seresin can see right through, "but I'd be lying if I said you weren't growing on me."

"Still not looking for a proposal, Bradshaw," Seresin replies, all heat and arrogance, with a wink that lets Bradley know he's heard everything Bradley hadn't said. "At least, not from you," he adds, tilting his head in Mav's direction...and no. Hell no, there is no fucking way Seresin's implying what Bradley thinks he is.

"Screw you if you think you're getting Mav's ring over me," Bradley argues. He saw Mav first, goddammit. Seresin is not winning this one.

Seresin laughs, bright and amused. "Wanna bet?"

"Easy, both of you," Mav says, looking at both of them with a mixture of exasperation and affection. "No one's proposing to anyone."

"Yet," Seresin adds, with his signature smirk that Bradley wants to kiss off his dumb face.

"You're just trying to rile me up now," Bradley grumbles, because if there's one thing Bradley can count on, it's Seresin trying to dig under his skin.

"No, I'm trying to get to the part where we all get naked and have ourselves a damn good time."

"We're getting there, Jake," Mav assures him. "But since getting us all together like this was your idea, you need to tell us what your endgame is."

"Because," Bradley continues, "if all you want is some no-strings-attached fun, that's fine, but —"

Seresin slaps a hand over Bradley's mouth. "You know damn good and well I didn't go through all this trouble for some one-time fuck while you two to hook up and leave me behind."

Bradley licks at Seresin's palm, then grins when Seresin scowls at him and drops his hand. "So you admit you want us to keep you."

Seresin's shrug is confession enough. "Don't let it go to your head."

Bradley kisses the tip of Seresin's nose, chuckling when Seresin frowns. "Don't worry, you can still get all competitive and mean with me as much as you want."

"I wouldn't have to if you didn't like it so much," Seresin replies (and it's not like Bradley can argue). Then he turns to Mav. "What about you, Mav? What do you want?"

"Me?" Mav looks at both of them, his gaze speculative. Then he just smiles, filthy-wide and sunny and absolutely not subtle. "I've got the two prettiest boys in the world ready to give me everything I want. Not much more to say except I'm thankful and very, very lucky."

"Pretty sure that's us," Bradley says, quietly.

"You happy now, Jake?" Mav asks.

"Mav, you got no idea."

"I might have some idea." Mav rests his lips against Seresin's ear. "Thank you, by the way."

"Hey, I wasn't just being altruistic, you know," Seresin replies, just as softly.

"I know." Mav brushes a kiss across Seresin's cheek, his lips catching on his stubble. "But thank you anyway."

Seresin swallows, then nods. "I need you to be level with me, Mav," he says. "You too, Bradshaw. You both need to think long and hard about what you're offering, because if you're really saying it's for keeps, you're not getting rid of me. This is it, this is for life."

Mav's gaze is steady and warm as he draws Seresin in for a light kiss. "I'll tattoo both your names on my skin tomorrow. Is that permanent enough for you?"

"Holy shit," Bradley breathes, his heart beating so fast it threatens to leap out of his chest. "Holy shit."

"Fuck," Seresin swears, then leans forward, dragging Bradley with him as they both kiss Mav at the same time, raw and messy and absolutely perfect.

"Please tell me we can get naked now," Seresin says, when they all come up for air.

Bradley grins at Mav over Seresin's shoulder. "I think that's your cue, Mav."

"Cue?" Seresin asks, then jerks in Bradley's hold as Mav drops gracefully to his knees and reaches for the knot at the waistband of Seresin's board shorts.

"You good with this?" Mav asks, softly.

Seresin bobbles his head in a shaky nod. "So good. Please, Mav..."

"My pleasure," Mav tells him, with an unfairly attractive wink, then gets Seresin's shorts pushed down to his thighs, and his lips wrapped around Seresin's hardening cock.

Bradley tightens his arm around Seresin's waist and hooks his chin over Seresin's shoulder. "That's a pretty, pretty sight," he comments, placing a series of kisses on Seresin's jaw. "How's he feel?"

"Tight...hot...just like that, Mav," Seresin breathes, burying his hands in Mav's hair to hold him in place. Mav hums in response, eyelashes lifting up to watch both of them. One of his hands is firm on Seresin's hip and the other is wrapped at the base of his cock, as he slides up and down, slow and measured and in control.

It's the single hottest thing Bradley's ever seen in his life.

"You look gorgeous like this," he whispers in Seresin's ear, molding himself against Seresin's back. "Falling apart for Mav, letting me see how much you love it."

"His mouth is...fuck..." Seresin (well, Bradley should probably start thinking about him as Jake now, considering) lets out a low groan as Mav starts sucking at the head.

"Relax, babe, we've got you," Bradley tells him. "And we have so many plans for you after Mav takes you apart."

Jake's head drops back to Bradley's shoulder. His hands spasm in Mav's hair. "Plans?"

"Mmhmm," Bradley answers, running his hands up Jake's arms. "Gonna take you inside, strip you down, and lay you out on Mav's bed, and then me and him are going to take turns fucking you into the mattress —"

"Oh God," Jake moans, but Bradley's not sure if it's from what he's saying or from the fact that Mav is now fondling his balls in addition to deep-throating him. (Knowing Jake, it's both. He is greedy like that.)

"Gonna wear you out and ruin you for anyone else," Bradley continues, biting at Jake's earlobe. "Then start all over again tomorrow."

Jake clears his throat. Tries for bravado, but misses the mark entirely when all that comes out is another breathless moan. "Not seeing...a downside."

"Good," Bradley murmurs. "Now come for us like a good boy."

For the first time ever, the bastard actually obeys one of Bradley's orders.

Mav rises to his feet, a contented smile on his face, and pulls Bradley to him for a filthy-hot kiss, pushing some of Jake's come past Bradley's tongue. "Had to share," Mav says, when he pulls back. Then he turns to Jake, and gives him a slow, mind-melting kiss that gets Bradley's engines gunning into overdrive.

"Ready to take this inside?" Bradley asks, when Mav pulls away.

"As soon as Jake gets his feet under him," Mav teases, patting Jake's cheek.

Jake just makes a disgruntled noise and spreads his arms out, lifting his chin in a blatant challenge. "Bring it on, Pops."

Mav pulls Jake's shorts back up. "Glad to see you're on board. Now let's get inside before I break my rule about not fucking anyone without proper lube."

Jake shakes his head, then huffs out a quiet laugh. "God knows I've tried." His eyes take on a gleam that could only be described as hungry.

"Well, now I'm here," Bradley comments. "I think between the two of us we can wear him down."

"I look forward to the effort," Mav tells them, then peels himself away from Jake. "Come on."

He doesn't wait for a reply, just walks back into the house without a backward glance.

"You know, I might die after a year trying to keep up with both of you," Bradley states, "but damn, what a way to go."

"Yeah, I can think of worse ways," Jake agrees.

Bradley slaps Jake on the ass. "Race you to Mav's bedroom?"

Jake snorts. "You are even slower on the ground than you are in the air, Rooster. You really think you can beat me?"

Bradley just grins, delighted with the world and Jake's stupidly competitive edge. He genuinely hopes they're still trying to best each other when they're 90. "Care to make a bet, Hangman?"

"Go on."

"Winner gets to blow Mav first tomorrow morning."

Mav pokes his head back out the open door, one eyebrow lifted. "You two planning on joining me, or should I make alternate plans tonight?"

Bradley looks at Jake, who grins back. "You're on," Jake says, and takes off, Bradley hot on his heels.

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