"So, what do you want to do tonight?" Walker asked Brendan a few days later, as they stood in Chez Chez.
Brendan just grinned, taking out his mobile phone and flying off a quick text. "Let's go back to mine, shall we?"
When Brendan was busying himself with unlocking his front door, fumbling in the dark, Walker asked him "Who were you texting? What's going on, Brendan?" Brendan didn't answer so Walker had to accept the Irishman's wave into the room- he walked in and sat himself down at the sofa.
"Just wait 'til Joel gets here."
"Joel?"
"Yeah."
There was a knock on the door. Walker sent Brendan a questioning glance but it was returned with a smile and lift of the eyebrows from Brendan, so Walker got up and answered the door.
"Joel," he smiled, experiencing a desire to laugh at Joel's bewildered face. "Come in. Brendan's waiting for you."
"Um, thanks, Walker." Joel tried to meet Brendan's eyes over Walker's shoulder. "Although I still dunno why Brendan wants me here, I could've just come to the club…"
Both men jumped at Brendan's commanding tone. "Bring Joel in, out of the cold. I want to see him."
Walker's uncertainty on how to "bring Joel in" translated into him gingerly putting a hand on Joel's arm to guide him into the room and over to Brendan.
"He raises a good point, son." Walker said mildly, silently stopping beside Brendan, with Joel in tow. "What exactly do you want us here for?"
Brendan's mouth curved into a smile. Walker and Joel exchanged nervous looks as Brendan slowly circled them, like a shark. A hand would find itself on Joel's shoulder or Walker's arm, as Brendan spoke. "I couldn't help, Walker, Joel, to notice that you two seem…fond of each other's company. And while I encourage, as a boss, for my employers to work well together…" he drew to an abrupt halt. "It's time my two best boys knew who they're working for."
"What are you going to do?" Walker asked, his voice firm but his eyes unsure. Brendan saw his eyes drifting to Brendan's crotch and he hid his smile by way of pretending to scratch his moustache.
"Call it a workplace training exercise to…increase teamwork and ability to take orders."
He heard Joel scoff "Huh!" but ignored it.
"Yes," Walker said heatedly. "But what are we really going to do?"
Brendan stepped forward until he was so close to Walker they were touching. From the corner of his eye he could see Joel was very interested, watching intently, and if Brendan's suspicions were correct, he was holding his breath. But Brendan now gave his full attention to Walker, to the eyes with dilated pupils and the lips that were nervously being licked by a wet, pink tongue.
"Whatever we do, I can guarantee you, Walker- you won't be bored." And then he kissed him.
That moment of anticipation, of being so close to Walker's wide, sensual lips but not touching them, had been extraordinary. When his lips were finally pressed against that mouth he'd been craving, he sighed with relief, more audibly than he would have liked, because that sigh sounded out deep and low in the quiet room, full of the frustration and jealousy he'd have preferred to keep hidden. But perhaps it had been a blessing in disguise because after that, it was like a bottle had been uncorked, the champagne flowing freely. Walker met his enthusiasm with hard force and soft lips, grabbing hold of Brendan's shoulders, falling into Brendan's embrace so he was leaning on the man. This was…this was fucking perfect, only thing that could improve it- Brendan broke from the kiss with difficulty, Walker still clutching him possessively.
Brendan gave Joel a look and the boy stepped forward, almost tripping on his trailing shoelaces. Brendan was reminded of how young Joel was, and felt a surge of fondness for him. Joel was just a boy really, Brendan had to protect him.
"It's ok," Brendan smiled, trying to reassure the boy. "We're not going to do anything you don't want."
"I-yeah, 'course. I liked it when- when Walker would blow me…" Joel admitted, shame-faced. Walker had the good grace not to try and catch his eye.
"I think Walker deserves a turn at getting blown, don't you think?" Brendan said gently, rubbing Joel's shoulder in a fatherly way. He saw Joel swallow, and then give a hesitant nod.
"Ok, Brendan…"
"You don't have to if you don't want-"
"No, no, I want to, I just-" Joel glanced at Walker, and Brendan had a brainwave.
"Walker," he said. "A moment?" Walker nodded and made a show of walking a few steps away and putting his hands over his ears.
As soon as Walker was deaf, Joel spoke, albeit in a hushed tone. "I don't think- Brendan- I don't know if this is a good idea, what if one of us gets jealous?"
"We'll all try not to. Joel- what is this really about?"
Joel sighed. "I've never done this before. With two people. Brendan…"
Brendan heaved in a great breath. "Joel, it's gonna be fun. I promise you you'll like it. Ok?"
"Ok."
Brendan gestured at Walker and the man came over.
"Are we all settled now?" Walker asked, settling on an expectant smile to accompany his words. Joel surprised everyone by lunging forward, grabbing Walker by the collar and pulling him into a kiss.
Brendan watched as Walker struggled at first, but then relaxed, letting Joel eagerly devour his mouth, the younger man moaning with an enthusiasm that made Brendan smile. Joel needed no encouragement, and Brendan glowed to see his two boys getting on so well. He let his hand settle at his covered crotch, just acknowledging the stirring of his groin.
"Boys, boys- I want to see you fight for me. Wrestle or I'll send you both packing." Brendan smirked as both men stared at him, then, as if on cue, dived at each other. Lounging against the wall with a smile on his face, watching his two employees struggle. He should have brought popcorn.
Joel and Walker didn't want to have to hurt each other, but they were both very motivated. Walker grabbed hold of Joel's t-shirt but the younger man simply wriggled out of the cloth, now facing Walker bare-chested. Knowing how easy it was to rile Joel up, Brendan called out "He's got your top, Joel- don't stand for that!" and grinned when Joel succeeded in ripping Walker's own shirt off. Brendan loved the way Walker's own hands automatically went to cover his own chest modestly when his material was taken away. He hadn't yet had a try of that tempting body but he had to remind himself to be patient.
"Kiss, won't you? For me?" he purred, rubbing his crotch absent-mindedly, stifling a moan at the display.
Joel and Walker immediately obeyed, flying at each other but this time to lock lips, Walker's arms wrapping tightly around Joel's waist and Joel raising his own arms to grip Walker's shoulders. His boys were well-trained, Brendan thought as he circled them, studying them intently. He stopped walking until he was as close as he could physically be, without touching them. This was sheer pornography acted out right in his living room, only it was real, and he could control it.
Seeing the slide of their lips made Brendan's mouth water, he let his pointer finger poke Walker in the side, holding back a laugh when Walker didn't let the motion stop him. The kiss had evolved at some point into a lip wrestle, teeth tugging at lips and tongues wetly slipping into mouths. Brendan let the finger resting at Walker's side creep up his body until he could stroke Walker's smoothly-shaved jaw. Brendan knew he was punishing himself with this teasing display when his cock ached in his trousers, but he continued to caress Walker's jaw, using only the tips of his fingers. Joel squirmed in Walker's grip, so Brendan extended a hand to the boy's back; rubbing from the top of his spine down to his tailbone, in what he hoped was a comforting act. When he tired of this, he poked Walker again, this time in the cheek. Walker ignored him. Brendan chuckled under his breath, letting his finger travel to land on the two furiously-moving mouths. When the two men broke apart to gasp in breaths, Brendan stroked their lips, first Walker's and then Joel's, delighting in being able to smear saliva along their lips, down their teeth. When Joel shyly pulled Brendan's finger into his mouth and sucked on it, Brendan felt a surge of arousal from his finger down to his groin.
Walker's angry huff made Brendan's insides quiver, then Walker was stuffing two of Brendan's fingers into his mouth, sucking on them feverishly, and watching Brendan's reaction through his lashes as he did it. The whole thing was incredibly hot, made even hotter by the sight of both his workers fighting over his fingers, of all things. Brendan pulled his fingers from the two wet mouths with an irritation that wasn't real, and an impatience that really was. He made sure to drag his nails and knuckles along each pouting, swollen lip, so both men moaned at the minor discomfort. Brendan smiled.
"That's enough playing," he said. "Time for the main event. Joel, I want to see you show Walker some appreciation. After all, he's been so good to both of us." Brendan pressed against Walker's back, draping his arms over his shoulders. He knew Walker could feel Brendan's erection pressing against him, as was Brendan's intention.
Brendan guided Walker to the sofa, and the Englishman gratefully collapsed onto it, already unfastening his flies.
"I don't believe you've ever blown me, Joel," Walker said in a conversational tone that hardly matched the flush to his cheeks or the bulge in his trousers.
"Can you stop him talking like that?" Joel snapped, his question directed to Brendan. Brendan grinned toothily, taking a seat beside Walker, admiring the view of Walker freeing his hard cock.
"Like what? He's talking normally."
"No, he's not. He's talking…like you. Smart and…show-offy."
Joel scrabbled forward on all fours and looked uncertainly at Walker's waistband which Walker had pushed down to his knees.
Brendan met Walker's eyes. "Walker- don't be 'show-offy'"
"I promise," Walker whispered, leaning over to softly kiss Brendan's lips. Brendan felt a pull in his groin of pure arousal and he growled against Walker's lips, not wanting a chaste flutter of skin, wanting something hard and meaningful. Walker kissed back with enthusiasm, letting Brendan bite and suck, but licking eagerly at Brendan's lips, to please him. Brendan heard a shuffling noise from Joel who was still on the floor, and he knew the exact moment Joel has taken Walker's prick into his mouth because Walker moaned, a deep vibration sent straight to Brendan's mouth.
The Irishman pulled back, wanting to see Joel's efforts. Joel had learned with Brendan that it was best not to rush in and take as much of the length into his mouth as he could- it was preferable to take time, let it come naturally as his mouth became accustomed to the intrusion. It was so fucking hot, Brendan thought, to see Joel on his knees, his pale bare chest in between Walker's legs, as he tentatively sucked at the other man. And it was hesitant; Joel was looking up at Walker anxiously, to see his reaction. Brendan realised why: when Joel gave Brendan oral pleasure, he had to put up with Brendan's dominant personality, his rough touch. Joel wasn't sure how to act with Walker.
"Tell him how you want it." Brendan gruffly muttered in an aside to Walker.
Walker quietly moaned at a particularly strong suck, his sound of pleasure muffled as if he'd tried to hide it. "Joel…" he said. "That's good, just-mm- please- more…" He spread his legs wider, his right leg bending to hook over Brendan's knee, where Brendan sat next to him on the sofa.
There was a satisfaction in this, Brendan acknowledged, seeing Walker so wonderfully undone. Walker was normally so composed but now he was desperate, his legs giving graceless kicks in a reaction to each pull on his member. His eyes were wide, the pupils dilated, over a nose was flaring its nostrils and a mouth that was slack and gasping.
Brendan kissed him again, and this kiss was longer, slow, a languid caress of lips and tongue that made arousal blossom on Brendan's mouth and run down his body to warm his cock. His hand found its way to twist in Joel's hair, and he used this to angle Joel's head so he was taking Walker in deeply, his overworked mouth making sloppy wet sounds with saliva trailing down his lips.
Walker was stuttering moans, sounds smothered by Brendan's lips and then he jerked up, crying out a strangled curse, coming hard in Joel's mouth.
Brendan rubbed Walker's back. "You liked that, didn't you, Simon? You should thank Joel for helping you out."
"Th-thanks," Walker stuttered, sagging back against the sofa.
"S'okay," Joel gasped, panting hard.
"You did a good job, Joel," Brendan told him. "I'm going to do something nice for you." he helped pull Joel up onto the sofa, sat between Walker and Brendan. Brendan unzipped Joel's jeans, smirking at the sigh that escaped Joel's lips as Brendan slipped his hand down Joel's pants. "Walker, you want in on this? Or are you going to fall asleep over there?"
"Alright, Brendan, keep your 'tache on," Walker lifted Joel's hips up just enough for him to push his jeans down his legs. He roughly thrust his hand down Joel's underwear, until the elastic tugged, and Brendan felt the warmth of his hand against his own.
"Careful," Brendan warned. "He's just a boy, don't overwhelm him."
Walker rolled his eyes, shifting as he tried to find a suitable angle for his hand. His knuckles brushed Brendan's, and together, awkwardly at first, they began to stroke Joel's cock.
Joel didn't have as much experience as the two men, so Brendan didn't expect he'd last long. He was doing a (mostly) selfless act, he decided. It was so easy to forsake Joel, but now, he was appreciating him, giving him pleasure with no intentions of wanting reciprocation. He naturally had a firm grip, but he tried to be gentler for Joel's sake. As he palmed Joel's cock and Walker fondled his balls, he felt Walker's hand, warm and familiar near his, and he caught his eye, over Joel's shoulder. He smiled at him, thinking- "I like you more than I should."
So concerned with his own efforts at sexual altruism, it took him a moment to realise Joel was coming, arching up, crying out swear words and pleas. Brendan withdrew his hand at the last second, to avoid the sticky come now dampening Joel's pants.
Walker withdrew his hand, a few seconds later, now sticky with semen. "Huh," he said, eyeing Brendan's suspiciously clean hand. "You saw him coming, right?"
"Nice pun," Brendan murmured, as Joel hastily zipped up his jeans, hunting for his top. "Really breaks the ice."
"I'm gonna head off," Joel told them, avoiding both Brendan's eye. "But thanks."
"You're welcome," Brendan bowed his head, and the youth fled.
Walker got to his feet with a groan. "I feel like I've run a marathon. Did you see Joel at the end? He was all embarrassed. Sweet."
"I'm glad I'm not that age again," Brendan sighed. "Being a bundle of hormones and insecurities. You wouldn't mind…?" he gestured to his groin, where the bulge of his erection was obvious."
"Sure thing, boss," Walker grinned, dropping to his knees. And so Brendan got his reward.
The end! I know, I disappeared off the face of the Earth! Well, I just abandoned HO Fanfiction, but I will always love Bralker, I've never loved a fandom like this one. And even though it's been so long, I'm still going to finish my work, for my readers but also for myself. I always keep my promises and I wouldn't forgive myself if I stopped now.