Fourplay' is a crossover story that brings together the characters from Crashing at Brad’s Place and My Ex’s Brother Drew. After watching Jason’s video with Brad and Cody, Drew sends them a text that sets the stage for a meet up and the possibility of creating a revenge private video that none of them will forget
(Cody's POV)
The apartment was still thick with the smell of yesterday. Sweat, lube, maybe some leftover pizza. Classic Brad and Cody weekend chaos. We were slouched on the couch in our boxers, both half-watching a bad action movie, muscles sore and dicks totally relaxed for the first time in days.
I was scrolling through my DMs, half-distracted, when I saw it.
“Brad,” I said, holding my phone up, “you remember Jason, right?”
Brad raised a brow, not even looking. “Jason… wait, last weekend Jason?”
“Yeah,” I grinned. “Reverse cowgirl. While you were holding his hips down.”
Brad laughed. “Oh, right. My man had your dick in his throat while I was railing him. Good time.”
I nodded. “Well, his brother just messaged me.”
Brad blinked, finally turning toward me. “Wait...his brother??”
I held up the screen. The message read:
Hi. This is Drew.
You guys fucked the shit out of my brother.
Brad stared at it, then at me. “Lmao. His brother is texting? Now?”
“Yeah…”
Just as he was about to say something, another message popped up from Drew.
Do you guys wanna do a revenge fuck?
Attached was a photo. A selfie of two guys standing shirtless in a mirror. One of them was definitely Ryan; Jason’s ex. The other…
Brad leaned in. “Fuck… that’s Jason’s brother? Are we sure Jason’s not adopted?”
I laughed. “Deadass. Drew's built like a goddamn statue.”
Brad whistled low. “He’s more fit than me, what the hell.”
I stared at the picture. “I mean… I’m literally drooling.”
Brad smirked. “So. We fucked the little brother. Now the big brother wants in on the action too?"
I laughed, shaking my head. “These guys are so fucking messed up.” But I kept staring at that photo. Drew’s abs looked like they were carved from stone, and I was already imagining my tongue trailing down every line. Sick, twisted ex drama… but if it meant I got to lick that body?
“I’m down,” I said, like it was the easiest decision in the world.
Brad glanced over at me, smirking. “Call them over tonight.”
He said it so casual, like we weren’t about to turn some messed-up sibling rivalry into a full-on foursome. And honestly? I was already hard.
Drew replied pretty quick.
Is it okay if this stays off the internet? Just gonna shoot a short vid on my phone and send it to Jason to show who’s the boss.
I read it out loud, and Brad and I just looked at each other for a second.
Brad scratched the back of his head. “Ah, well… we’ve never really hosted a 'for fun"' foursome before.”
I laughed. “Oh, come on. Not everything has to be for the camera.”
He smirked, reached over, smacked my ass, and pulled me in for a kiss; one of those lazy, cocky ones. “You just wanna see what Drew’s packing,” he murmured against my mouth. “Don’t get jealous once I’m balls deep in Ryan. Jason did mention his ex had a fat, jiggly ass.”
I rolled my eyes, already typing.
Totally works. 8 PM tonight.
Sent.
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Brad and I spent the rest of the day melted into the couch, half-watching the movie, half just enjoying the excuse to do absolutely nothing. We were still in our boxers, tangled up under a blanket even though it wasn’t cold. He kept shifting closer, letting his arm rest heavier around me, fingers tracing my chest like he forgot he was doing it. I didn’t ask. I wasn’t sure if he was getting a little possessive about Drew or just wanted an excuse to snuggle. Either way, I wasn’t complaining.
We dozed off somewhere in the middle of the movie. When I woke up, it was dark out and Brad’s thigh was between mine, his hand on my stomach like a damn boyfriend. I checked the time - 8:17 PM and nudged him awake. He groaned, stretched, and muttered something about putting on pants before answering the door.
At 8:30 ish, the doorbell rang. Brad gave me a look, smug as hell, then got up and opened it.
And there they were...Drew and Ryan. The hottest duo (other than us) I’d ever seen in real life. Drew looked like a goddamn hulk, all tall and broad and built like he could bench press the building. Ryan had that cheeky twunk vibe going; tight jeans, a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off way too much, and a little cocky smirk that said he knew exactly how good he looked.
Brad dapped Drew up with a bro handshake and immediately turned to throw me under the bus. “My boyfriend over here has been eye-fucking your abs since this morning.”
“Brad, shut the fuck up,” I groaned, face already heating.
Ryan flopped down next to me on the couch, grinning. “Trust me,” he said, dropping his voice low. “You’ll find out real soon; he’s not the "big" brother for no reason.”
Ryan smirked, and I tried to play it cool, but my eyes went straight down to Drew’s crotch.
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(3'rd Person POV)
Drew stepped inside Brad&Cody's place first. Ryan followed, smirking, carrying a six-pack of beers neither of them would end up touching.
Brad sat back on the couch, scrolling through his phone like this wasn’t the most chaotic setup imaginable. Cody stood in the kitchen, pouring water into mismatched glasses, his eyes going straight to Drew’s crotch every couple of minutes.
They all said hey, did the quick bro-hugs or hand slaps, and within minutes the “catching up” split into two separate wavelengths.
Drew and Brad drifted toward the part of the living room where Brad’s home gym setup lived. Cody could hear the clunk of weights before he even sat down on the couch. Ryan dropped beside him, groaning.
“Bro. Gym talk already?” Ryan muttered.
“Of course,” Cody rolled his eyes. “Brad’s been waiting for this.”
In front of them, Brad was pointing at his adjustable bench like it was sacred.
“Dude, I worked out at your place a while back when I was in that cut phase,” Brad said, lifting a dumbbell to demonstrate his strength. “Your gym’s legit.”
Drew nodded, impressed. “This? Man, it’s fucking good. Compact as hell, but you’ve got all the stuff that matters. Cables, pull-ups, even a sled mat?”
“Hell yeah,” Brad grinned, flexing just slightly.
Back at the couch, Cody made a gagging noise. “You’d think they are about to jerk each other off over a barbell.”
Ryan sighed. “I swear, we need to do something else. If we don’t, this foursome is going to turn into a flexing contest between those two.”
Cody smirked. “I wouldn’t mind watching that, honestly. But I want their cocks out, like, right fucking now.”
Ryan snorted. “I’ve got an idea. Let’s play something. ‘Never Have I Ever’?”
Cody raised an eyebrow. “What’s that gonna do?”
“Just wait and watch.” Ryan leaned in, licking his lips deliberately and speaking loud enough for Brad and Drew across the living room to hear. “Never have I ever… kissed someone else’s boyfriend.”
The heat in his eyes made it clear: this wasn’t just a game.
Cody grabbed Ryan’s face with both hands, fingers digging into his jaw as he yanked him close. Their lips crashed together, hot and messy, tongues instantly tangling in a hungry fight for control. Cody sucked on Ryan’s lower lip, biting just hard enough to make him grunt before shoving his tongue deep into his mouth. A string of spit dripped from their chins as their mouths moved frantically, breathing through their noses like they couldn’t bear to pull apart.
Ryan’s fingers curled into Cody’s hair, holding him there as their tongues slid together wetly, the sounds of their kiss filling the room; impossible for Brad and Drew to ignore. When Cody finally moved his mouth away, a string of spit still connected them, his chest heaving.
Ryan licked his bottom lip, tasting Cody there, and smirked. “I guess we both have kissed someone else's boyfriend.”
Brad and Drew had stopped mid-gym talk, now turned toward the couch , both rubbing the hard outlines in their pants, eyes locked on Cody and Ryan. The kiss had clearly gotten their attention.
Ryan’s breath was shallow, his hand resting casually on Cody’s thigh. Neither of them said a word at first. Just let the tension stretch out for a little while.
Brad and Drew walked toward them, slow and cocky. Brad tilted his head at Drew, nodding toward the couch. “These guys are such attention whores,” he muttered with a grin.
Ryan didn’t miss a beat. “Well. Play along then.”
Drew stepped right in front of Ryan instinctively. Brad mirrored him in front of Cody, hands already ghosting over their shoulders like they owned them. For a second, no one moved; it was all anticipation.
Drew raised a brow and said, “Never have I ever had my dick sucked by a pornstar.”
Cody laughed, looked up at him and tugged Drew closer at an angle. “Lemme change that for you.”
Brad glanced at Ryan, smirking. “Well. Don’t leave me out of it.”
And just like that, the couple swap happened.
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(The story from this point on is written from Cody’s POV.)
Drew had been standing in front of Ryan, but I reached up and tugged him toward me, pulling him in diagonally by the waistband of his jeans. He looked surprised, but didn’t resist. I tilted my head up at him, all innocent eyes and filthy thoughts.
“Let me show you what this 'pornstar' can do,” I said, grinning and then, still looking at Brad, I peeled Drew’s pants down with both hands.
Brad raised an eyebrow. “Finally. He’s been wondering if you were the big brother for a reason.”
Drew’s cock flopped out and fuck. It was insane. Thick, long, a heavy veiny monster that bounced against his thigh before hanging straight toward me like it knew I’d be the one worshipping it next. My mouth actually watered. I’d been curious, sure, but this thing was practically a weapon.
I licked the tip, slow, teasing, then wrapped my lips around it and sucked him in inch by inch. His body twitched like he hadn’t expected me to go that deep, that fast.
Across from me, I saw Ryan reach for Brad’s waistband and tugged his sweats down in one smooth motion. “Holy Fuckkkkk,” he muttered when Brad’s cock sprang out; thick and hard and already leaking.
Brad didn’t say anything at first. Just smiled. He placed one hand gently on the back of Ryan’s head, fingers sliding into his hair, and used the other to swing his cock across Ryan’s face... left, then right, slow and heavy. A wet slap each time it tapped his cheek. Ryan blinked, lips parting, his breath catching like he hadn’t expected Brad to tease him like that.
Brad smirked, swinging his thick shaft slowly across Ryan’s face again. “Bigger than Jason’s, right?” he said, cocky and casual, before slapping it softly against Ryan’s cheek. The sound was wet, heavy.
Drew laughed while his cock was still sliding on my tongue. I glanced up and saw him grinning, eyes locked on the scene beside him. “Go on,” he said, voice rough with arousal. “Show him why you’re the better ex.”
Ryan didn’t hesitate. He leaned in and wrapped his lips around Brad’s tip, slow at first ... like he was tasting it, testing the weight. Brad’s cock was thick, long enough that Ryan’s lips stretched wide around it. The kind that pushed at the back of your throat even when you were only halfway down. It twitched against Ryan’s tongue, leaking, shiny with spit and precum. Ryan moaned as he started bobbing his head, both hands on Brad’s hips, like he was starved for it.
Both of us were now on our knees in front of the couch blowing Brad and Drew. From this angle; I had the perfect view. Ryan's cheeks were hollowed, jaw stretching wide, spit glistening as it spilled over his lips and down his chin. He was swallowing Brad's cock like he was starving. And Brad? He just stood there grinning, cocky as hell, hand resting in Ryan’s hair like he was claiming him without even trying.
“Your brother’s ex is good,” Brad muttered, like he was giving a Yelp review.
Drew laughed. “I fucking know right?” He glanced down at me. “Show me why you’re the better pornstar than Brad.”
I took the dare. Gripped Drew’s cock and sucked him in so deep I felt his balls press against my chin. His dick was fatter than Brad’s, a few inches longer, fuller, heavy on my tongue. I groaned around it, hands sliding up his abs.
“Drew has the fattest cock I’ve sucked in a while,” I mumbled around it, sloppy and loud on purpose.
Brad raised an eyebrow, mock-offended. “Ouch. I’m hurt, Cody.”
I looked up at him, jerking Drew's cock lazily. “Relax. What you have is boyfriend dick. Drew over here? He’s a special one-time cheat meal.”
Drew laughed, but the sound got caught in his throat when I swallowed his cock again.. deeper than before. He braced a hand on my head, muttering “unngghh fuck” under his breath as I twisted my wrist at the base and licked around the head.
Clothes started coming off after that. Shirts pulled over heads, pants undone, boxers dropped to the floor. Four cocks out in the open. Four bodies flushed and eager.
Brad and Drew sat on the couch together as if they were kings, wide-legged and smug like they were waiting for their entertainment to resume. Ryan and I knelt between them, both of us bare now, shoulder to shoulder as we dropped back down on their dicks.
Ryan was back on Brad, one hand stroking the shaft while he sucked the head and licked under the ridge, slow and focused like he wanted to make the guy moan. I handled Drew, spitting in my palm and stroking him wet before slipping him past my lips again. We were synced up without even trying; two cock-hungry dudes, side by side, mouths full, knees digging into the carpet.
Brad reached down and thumbed Ryan’s cheek, pushing his hair out of the way to watch better. "Look at you. You look like you've got shit to prove.”. Ryan didn't answer; he kept bobbing his head deeper on Brad's cock.
Drew spread his thighs wider. I was in between those massive quads now, suck-ing him deep, his hand tangled in my hair as he started gently rocking forward.
They leaned in as we worked them. Brad and Drew with their one arm slung across the back of the couch, the other occasionally resting on a shoulder or threading through our hair. It got tighter, hotter. The guys pressing their hips forward while we kept suck-ing, spit pooling in the corners of our mouths, cocks leaking more by the second.
From my view; knees planted firm on the floor and tongue working Drew’s fat cock, I caught Brad glancing over. His eyes weren’t on me. They were locked on Drew’s dick..specifically on how much of it I had stuffed down my throat. His lips parted slightly, nostrils flaring, like he couldn’t believe how huge Drew was, or how greedy I was being with it.
Drew had both hands gripping the back of the couch now, his hips rolling forward, slow and deep. I could feel the weight of his cock dragging against my tongue every time he pulled back, then plunging in again with a wet squelch. My spit was everywhere; chin soaked, fingers wet, Drew’s cock shining like it’d been dipped in oil.
Across from me, Ryan was still going at it with Brad, only now Brad had leaned in closer, with one hand rested on the back of Ryan’s neck, the other lazily stroking Ryan’s jaw with his thumb, like he was proud of how well he took cock.
Ryan moaned around Brad’s dick, deep and throaty, like he didn’t care how loud he was being. Brad’s cock looked almost too thick for him; girthy, veiny, curving slightly up and glistening heavy with spit. Ryan was sloppy with it, letting drool pour out the corners of his mouth while he sucked him deeper, trying to show off.
Brad caught my eye and raised an eyebrow, then gave Drew’s cock a full once-over. “Damn. Drew's cock has gotten bigger since you started”
Drew just grinned and curled a hand around the base of his dick, holding it steady while I licked along the underside. Then he glanced at Brad. “You’ve been blaming your boy Cody over here…” He tapped his cock against my cheek; wet, heavy, the slap echoing between us. “…for eye-fucking my abs.”
Another slap. Right across my lips this time. My spit smeared across his shaft.
“But I see you doing the same…” He angled his hips just enough to flex toward Brad, like an invitation. “…to my cock.”
Brad didn’t say anything. Just stared.
Drew smirked. “Why don’t you come down here…” He tapped his cock on my mouth again. I opened for him instinctively. “…join your boyfriend…” Brad still didn’t move, but his breathing was heavier now. “…and both of you suck my cock.”
That hung in the air.
All three of us froze...caught off guard by Drew’s bold dare, like it dropped a new kind of tension in the room. Not awkward or weird; but … hot and electric. I glanced over at Ryan. Brad’s cock had slipped from his mouth, shiny and flushed, but it twitched at the thought of sharing Drew’s. Ryan didn’t look jealous; he smirked like he wanted to see it happen. Like watching Drew get serviced by two pornstars was the hottest idea he’d heard all night.
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