Page 62 of The Fortunate Ones
He flashed me a lopsided smile. “Good. I think the drugs are still working.”
“I’m surprised you’re even awake,” Diego commented, finally putting his laptop to the side and sitting on the edge of the bed to check on his brother.
Brooks started to shrug, then winced when he remembered his shoulder. “Fuck, this is gonna be annoying.”
“It’ll be a pain in the ass for a while, but you’ll get through it. We’ll help you. The doctor said you’ll be good as new as long as you commit to physical therapy.”
Brooks grimaced. “I was kind of hoping I’d never see inside another PT office again after going to so many appointments with Pops, but I’ll be a good boy and put in the work.”
Diego snorted. “Have you ever been a good boy?”
Brooks pouted. “All the time, just ask Luca.”
We all laughed, but I could see that the pain was starting to hit Brooks.
“Do you want us to leave so you can get some rest?” I asked, squeezing his leg.
He shook his head. “No. Don’t leave please. I don’t think I could fall back asleep, and I’m so fucking bored. I need a distraction.”
I smirked. “Oh yeah, what kind of distraction?”
Brooks assessed me with glassy eyes. “I’m down for the count, but I can think of ways that you could entertain me.”
Of course even post-op Brooks was thinking about sex, even if there was no way he was possibly horny.
“Oh yeah?” I lean over carefully and peck his lips lightly. “You want me to do a dance? Maybe perform a play? Oh! I can be a mime!”
Brooks glared. “I hate you right now.” Diego giggled, which wasn’t a sound I’d actually ever expected to come from him.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Something funny?”
“Yeah. The two of you are ridiculous. He wants to see your dick, and I want this conversation to be over, so the sooner you whip it out, the sooner this”—he waved his hand at us—“ends and the happier I’ll be,” Diego retorted, stepping back into his grumpy personality that he often used as armor.
I was happy to show Brooks my dick, but I also really liked teasing the brothers, so if I could manage to do both at the same time . . . well, that was a win.
“Is that the only reason you want me to ‘whip it out’? So we shut up?”
I adjusted my position so that both Brooks and Diego could see me clearly. I palmed my bulge through my pants in an exaggerated and very obvious manner, and to no surprise, both Brooks and Diego’s eyes immediately fell to it.
“Yes,” Diego answered, but his eyes were still on my dick. He licked his lips. “Why else would it be?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I think maybe you’re as eager as Brooks. I think you want to watch me pull out my long, thick cock and stroke it nice and slow, edge myself until all three of us are panting before jerking quick and rough, the way I like it. And then if I’m real careful and Brooks is a really good boy and stays nice and still so he doesn’t hurt his shoulder, maybe I’ll even feed him my cum. While you watch. You want to watch that, don’t you, D?”
Diego shifted, eyes darkening under his hooded lids. Brooks whimpered. “Y-yeah. I want to watch that.”
I smirked. “Good.”
Quickly, I climbed off the bed and locked the door. We didn’t need Matty or Everett accidentally wandering in here during this. I freed my cock from the confines of my pants and underwear, glad I wasn’t wearing jeans as I pulled my balls out over the waistband. Then I knelt up on the bed, facing the brothers. I wasn’t hard yet, but I was thickening, well on the way there.
“Lube?” I knew where it was, obviously, but I enjoyed watching Diego scramble to get it out of the drawer of the nightstand and hand it to me.
“Thanks, sugar.” He rolled his eyes at the ridiculous term of endearment, but his cheeks flushed in a way that he didn’t mind it so much.
I flicked open the cap and poured a generous amount on my hand, way more than I typically used, but this was a show after all.
They were watching me so intently, eyes fucking glued like they’d never seen my dick before. It was flattering honestly. I wrapped my hand around my length and began long, slow, deliberate strokes.
Neither of them said a thing. Diego adjusted himself again but didn’t make any move to take out his cock. Brooks was covered with a blanket, but I doubted he could get hard right now. His blue eyes were transfixed, though, and the tiny little moans he kept letting out proved how much he was enjoying this.
