Page 6 of The Broker

No, the two of them never crossed swords or exchanged cum shots. The closest Isaac had ever come was being a casual observer during one or two of Jared’s more intimate sessions with some of the wealthier members of the club. Sometimes, men liked to party with two or three guys at the same time.

Staring up at Jared’s silhouette, he could almost see the cocky smirk on the bastard’s face. That constant reminder that he had once been in the army and knew multiple ways to make a man die. Yes, not only did Jared have a hot body, but he was also capable of protecting the entire château if they were ever under attack.

“What? What did I do?” Isaac chuckled, not bothering to struggle against the man-beast currently holding him down.

It was pointless. The man was almost double his weight in muscle, and being pinned by a naked Jared, whose cock was currently resting on Isaac’s belly, was not a hardship he wanted to end anytime soon.

“You bought me that suit, and it disappeared in the water!”

“Actually, it disintegrated, not disappeared,” Isaac clarified, adding his usual sarcasm to fuel the fire. He loved watching steam shoot out of Jared’s nose when he got angry.

“Disintegrated! Whatever, dude. My junk was on full display for all to see.”

Isaac laughed, remembering that look of shock on Jared’s face before it morphed into anger.

“Think of it as free advertising. Do you know how many guys at the pool will now be asking you for a date later?”

“Argh!” Jared growled, tightening his grip on Isaac’s shoulders as he pressed harder down on the boy.

“What’s the big deal? You’ve got a very nice piece of meat. You should be proud.” Isaac gave the man a wink, wondering how he could continue to keep them in this compromising position.

It’s not like Isaac had a chance in hell of overpowering Jared and holding him to the ground himself. Isaac had more of a skater-boy body. It was lean and slender and had some muscle, but that was more from keeping active than actually spending any time in the gym.

“Oh, I am proud. It’s big enough that I can do this,” Jared said, shimmying his way up Isaac’s chest.

Isaac burst out laughing once again as Jared proceeded to smack him in the face with his thick piece of meat.

“See what happens to boys when they’re bad? They get penis-smacked in the face until they learn to behave.”

“Oh, if this is punishment, I’m going to be a very, very bad little boy,” Isaac chuckled, opening his mouth, causing Jared to smack his chubbing cock down onto his waiting tongue.

“Why is it that every time I find you two alone, you’re shoving your dick in Isaac’s face, Jared?” a voice asked from over Jared’s shoulder.

It was Matteo. The man who owned this sexual wonderland and the man they had come to see as a father figure.

“Seriously, get your dick out of Isaac’s mouth and put on some shorts,” Matteo added, shaking his head in disappointment.

“I… I… but he,” Jared stuttered, looking over his shoulder at his boss and mentor.

“Jared, I told you the gardens are no place for a blowjob. If you want one later, you’ll have to come up to my room like a normal person,” Isaac responded from between Jared’s thick thighs.

Anger flared from the man above him. “You’re an ass,” Jared muttered before stepping up and folding his hands in front of his junk.

“Here, use this,” Matteo said, unbuttoning his own dress shirt and passing it over to Jared.

Jared took the item and glanced at the label attached. “But, M, this is Armani.”

“Yeah, that’s designer. Plus, you don’t want your shirt smelling like dick when you get it back from Meathead,” Isaac chimed in.

Matteo shrugged. “Would you rather walk back up to your room naked?”

The man had a point.

Now Isaac felt bad for his practical joke. He just did it to bug Jared. He never meant to ruin one of Matteo’s shirts.

But was it really ruined?

Hell, Isaac wouldn’t mind wearing a shirt that smelled like dick all the time, especially Jared’s.

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