Brad was humming again. That usually meant trouble.
He was in the kitchen, shirtless, tossing something into a pan, his boxers slipping just low enough to flash the crease of his back. I was on the couch editing a video of our last collab: the Cade Wolf one. The comments were blowing up. Some guy had written “Cody’s hole must be insured.” Another one said “This is why I pay rent late.” I couldn't stop grinning.
I scrolled through a few more replies while chewing on a grape Brad had fed me earlier. “Babe, the Cade video’s going viral.”
“Yeah. Isn't that obvious” Brad smirked.
“Someone said your cumshot looked like it came out of a fire hydrant.”
He laughed from the stove. “Tell them thank you.”
I set my phone down and stretched. My thighs still ached from riding Cade all night. Worth it. And yeah, the sex had been amazing but what stuck with me more was Brad. How he’d watched me. The way he whispered, “This is for you.” The way he’d kissed my neck between shots like he forgot the camera was even there.
I was just about to get up and join him when he turned around, spatula in one hand, casual as fuck. “Hey, babe. Just a heads up. My friend's crashing here tonight.”
I blinked. “Wait..What?”
He shrugged, went back to the pan. “Yeah. He messaged me, said he needed a place to stay. Just for a night or two.”
“…Who is he?”
“Friend from a while back. We used to work out together at his brother's gym. He’s in kind of a shitty situation. Had to leave his place last minute, didn’t get into the details, just sounded kinda upset. I said he could crash on the couch.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I thought I was the only one special who got to crash at your place..”
Brad glanced over his shoulder, smirking. “Don’t get jealous. It’s not like that.”
“I’m not jealous. I’m confused. We have one bedroom, and the couch is basically where we film cumshots.”
He laughed. “I wiped it down.”
“Brad.”
I crossed my arms. “So who is he? What’s his name?”
" My friend Jason. More of an acquaintance.. You don't know him”, said Brad.
Brad ran a hand through his hair. “Jason. Jason something. We used to work out together, like… a year ago? Haven’t talked in a bit but he messaged me out of nowhere today. Said he left his old place, needed a couch just for tonight. I told him he could crash here.”
I blinked. “Wait, you haven’t spoken in a year and now he’s sleeping on our couch?”
Brad shrugged. “I mean, yeah. He seemed kinda desperate. Like he didn’t say what happened but he sounded messed up. I figured one or two nights wouldn’t kill us.”
I looked around the apartment like it would magically grow a second bedroom. “We literally don’t have space.”
“He knows,” Brad said. “He’s just crashing, babe. It’s not a whole thing. I told him it was a temporary thing.”
I sighed. “I just don’t like randoms staying over, especially now that we film here.”
Brad came over and kissed my cheek. “He’s not random to me. And besides, he doesn’t know what we do. Not really.”, he grinned.
I raised an eyebrow. “Brad.”
“…I may have sent him our link,” he admitted, laughing under his breath. “Like, casually. Just to see if he’d freak out.”
I groaned. “You’re unbelievable.”
“He didn’t freak,” Brad said. “Said, ‘cool setup.’ That was it.”
I shook my head, still unsure. “So when’s he coming?”
Brad checked his phone. “Soon. Like, in the next ten.”
“Great,” I muttered. “Guess I’ll put pants on.”
“Or don’t,” Brad said with a grin. “Maybe he’ll be into it.”
I rolled my eyes.
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A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.
Brad went to get it while I lingered by the kitchen, sipping water and trying not to be annoyed. I heard voices..low, casual and then someone stepped inside.
Tall. Broad. Black T-shirt, jeans, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. He had short dark hair and a quiet kind of confidence, like he was used to taking up space. I’d never seen him before.
He gave me a quick nod. “Hey. I’m Jason.”
“Cody,” I said. “Hi.”
His handshake was firm. His eyes flicked to me, curious but polite. Something about his presence filled the apartment fast, like a storm cloud that hadn’t opened yet.
Brad clapped him on the back. “Told you I had space.”
Jason chuckled, dropping his bag by the couch. “Thanks again, man. You’re a lifesaver.”
I watched them talk for a minute. Their vibe was familiar; old gym bros, probably spotted each other on benches and swapped protein bar recommendations. Nothing about it felt threatening. But still. He was tall. Hot. Clearly used to being the center of a room.
And now he was sleeping in ours.
Brad came over and leaned in. “See? Chill. He’s nice.”
I whispered back. “He’s also a ten.”
Brad smirked. “You’re a ten.”
Jason stretched his arms behind his head and looked around. “So, uh. You guys live here together?”
“Yup,” Brad said.
Jason’s gaze lingered on the camera equipment in the corner. The softboxes. The folded ring light. The mic stand.
“You guys film stuff?” he asked, voice neutral.
“Yeah,” Brad said casually. “We do some online content.”
Jason nodded slowly. “Right. I saw the link you sent.”
There was a pause. Not awkward. Just loaded.
I stared at Brad.
He grinned. “What? I wanted him to know what he was walking into.”
Jason looked between us, then smirked. “It’s good stuff. You two have chemistry.”
My face warmed a little, but I said nothing. The idea that this random guy had seen us..me...like that? I didn’t hate it. Not entirely.
Jason pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the couch. His torso was lean, defined, lightly hairy. He stretched again, casual as hell. “Mind if I crash right now?” he asked. “It’s been a bad night..”
Brad gestured. “Yeah, man. Couch is all yours.”
Jason dropped onto it with a relieved groan, kicked off his shoes, and lay back.
Brad grabbed my hand and tugged me into the bedroom. Behind the door, he whispered, “You’re already into him.”
“I am not.”
“You are so into him.”
I gave him a look. “You’re the one who invited him.”
Brad leaned in, smiling. “I just wanted to see how the night goes.”
I shook my head. “You’re trouble.”
“Always.”, he smirked.
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Jason slept the entire. morning.
Not in a peaceful way...more like a guy who’d run out of places to be, finally giving in. He crashed on our couch the moment he came in, face first, shirtless, shoes half-kicked off. Didn’t ask for anything. Didn’t explain. Just muttered a quiet thanks to Brad and passed out.
I let him be.
By the time he got up, it was well past noon. Brad had already left...some gym stuff he was doing. Said he'd be gone most of the day. Left me a note by the coffee machine and a little “Be nice to Jason” at the end. Classic.
Jason was still knocked out on the couch, his chest rising, breathing deep. Dude looked like he hadn’t rested in days. I figured I’d let him sleep a bit longer.
It was long after two when I finally nudged him awake.
“Hey,” I said gently. “You haven’t eaten anything. I made lunch.”
Jason blinked slowly, eyes adjusting. He sat up, rubbed his face. “Shit. What time is it?”
“Almost three,” I said, smiling. “You good?”
He nodded vaguely, still dazed, then looked around like he had to remember where he was. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to just crash like that.”
“You were out cold,” I said, handing him a plate. “No one’s judging.”
He took the food and sat back against the cushions. He had that gym-bodied look-fit, veiny arms, broad shoulders. Clearly used to working out. Quiet, too, in a way that felt like effort. Like he didn’t want to talk but didn’t want to be rude either.
We ate in silence for a few minutes before I said it.
“You seem... kinda upset,” I offered carefully. “I know you don’t know me, but if it makes you feel better to talk...go for it. I won’t judge.”
Jason looked over at me, like he wasn’t sure if he should say anything. Then he sighed. “My ex is sleeping with my brother.”
I blinked. “Fuck. Okay. That’s... a lot.”
Jason shrugged like it was nothing, but I could tell it wasn’t. “We were already broken up. But still. Finding out they’d been... seeing each other behind my back...kinda fucks with your head, you know?”
I didn’t push. I just nodded.
“Damn. I’m sorry,” I said. “That’s... really messed up. But I mean, it’s not really cheating if you were already broken up, right?”
He looked over, tense.
I held up my hands. "Hey, no offense,” I said, hands up. “But maybe your ex had his reasons. And I mean... if your brother looks even half as hot as you, I kinda don’t blame him"
Jason gave me a look, one eyebrow raised. “Wow. That’s comforting.”
I laughed. “I mean, come on, if I looked like you, I wouldn’t leave me either.”
He rolled his eyes, but I saw the corner of his mouth twitch. The guy hadn’t smiled since walking in this morning. Maybe that was a win.
“I’m serious, though,” I added, setting a plate down in front of him. “You didn’t deserve that. No matter the reason. You don’t do that to someone, especially with your own brother.”
Jason nodded, eyes dropping to the food. “Yeah. I know. It’s just… fucked up. Like, I’m not even mad that they fucked. I’m mad that they lied. That they made me feel crazy for feeling like something was off.”
I pulled out a chair and sat across from him. “That shit sticks with you. Makes you question your own gut.”
He nodded again, quieter this time. “Exactly.”
We ate in silence for a minute. The only sound was the clink of forks and the soft hum of traffic outside the apartment window. Jason still looked tired, but lighter somehow. Less tense.
“You make this?” he asked after a while, looking down at the plate.
I grinned. “Nah. UberEats. I just plated it like a domestic husband.”
He smirked. “It’s good.”
“Thanks. I warmed it up with emotional support and gay thoughts.”
He actually laughed at that. Full-on, head tilted back, laugh. I stared at him for a second. He really was hot. In that older-guy-who-works-out-and-has-backstory kind of way. Stubble, strong arms, those sad eyes you kinda wanted to kiss better.
“Brad and I were actually gonna film a scene tonight,” I said casually, sipping from my glass. “Just something for our page. Keep the subscribers fed.”
Jason raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yeah. Something simple. Lights, camera, spit. You know.”
He nodded slowly. “Huh.”
I waited a beat. Then: “You could watch, if you want.”
His head snapped up. “What?”
I shrugged. “I mean… if that’s not weird. I just figured. You said you’ve seen our stuff.”
He laughed , “Yeah. I’ve seen a few. You guys are… convincing.”
I grinned. “You mean hot.”
“I mean you look like you’re actually into each other. Most couples who make content don’t."
I softened a little at that. “We are. Into each other, I mean. But we also like being watched. It kind of adds something. So, if you’re down…”
Jason leaned back, stretching his arms above his head. His abs flexed with the motion, distracting as hell. “Would I be on camera?”
“Not unless you want to be.”
“And if I say yes to watching?”
I gave him a look. “Then I’d tell Brad, and I guarantee he’ll get hard the second I say it.”
Jason smirked again. “Then I guess we’ll see.”
Later that evening, when Brad got home, I pulled him into the bedroom while Jason was in the shower. I closed the door behind us and whispered, “Okay, so, remember how we were gonna film tonight?”
Brad looked at me sideways. “Uh-huh.”
“Well… Jason kind of wants to watch.”
Brad’s eyebrows went up. “Oh really? Look at you. Weren’t you the one all ‘why’s he staying over’ this morning?”
“Yeah well, people grow.”
Brad laughed. “You trying to fuck him now?”
I rolled my eyes. “He said just watching.”
Brad stepped close, smirking. “I bet he watches with his hand in his pants.”
I shrugged. “Maybe. He didn’t say.”
Brad grinned. “You think he’d want to join in?”
“I don’t know,” I said, honest. “But I think he’d be tempted.”
Brad leaned in, lips brushing my jaw. “Fuck, this could be hot.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded. “You, me, and a heartbroken hot guy jerking off in the corner? Yeah, babe. That’s my kind of porn.”
I laughed. “You’re so predictable.”
Brad kissed me, then whispered, “Ask him. Let’s see how far he’s willing to go.”
Lads...What did you think of this episode? Did you enjoy the surprise appearance, this “new” guy crashing for the night?
P.S. If you have read my other story My Ex’s Brother Drew, you might’ve had a little dejavu moment. Yes! It’s the same Jason, the one who texted his brother “I’m leaving” after finding out Drew was hooking up with his ex, Ryan.
Just thought it was time for a little crossover event.
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