Liam’s fingers tightened in Asher’s dark curls, tilting his head back further until the tendons in his neck stood taut. The junior wrestler’s smirk was a blade’s edge as he leaned down, his breath hot against Asher’s parted lips. “Open,” he commanded, voice rough with arousal. When Asher hesitated, Liam’s grip tightened, his thumb pressing insistently against the hinge of Asher’s jaw until his mouth fell open with a shaky exhale. Liam didn’t wait, just shoved two fingers past Asher’s lips, pressing down on his tongue with a satisfied hum as Asher’s cheeks hollowed instinctively around them.
Jake watched from inches away, his green eyes dark with hunger as saliva pooled around Liam’s knuckles, dripping down Asher’s chin. The ginger’s own fingers dug into Asher’s thigh, his blunt nails leaving crescent marks in the olive skin. “Fuck, Ash,” Jake breathed, shifting closer until his chest brushed Asher’s shoulder, his cock throbbing against Asher’s hip. “Look at you.”
Liam withdrew his fingers with a wet pop, trailing them down Asher’s throat to his chest, smearing spit across his collarbones. His other hand gripped the base of his cock, guiding the flushed tip to Asher’s lips. “Suck,” he ordered, pressing forward until the head nudged against Asher’s tongue.
Asher’s lashes fluttered as he obeyed, his lips stretching around Liam’s girth, the bitter tang of precum flooding his mouth. Liam groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, driving his cock deeper until Asher’s nose pressed into his pelvis. The junior wrestler’s thighs trembled with restraint, his muscles corded as he fought the urge to fuck into Asher’s throat.
Liam’s cock slid deeper into Asher’s throat with each slow thrust, the wet heat making his thighs tremble. Jake watched, transfixed, as Asher’s lips stretched obscenely around Liam’s girth, his own fingers digging into Asher’s shoulder for balance. The air between them was thick with the scent of sweat and musk, their ragged breaths echoing off the locker room walls.
Jake couldn’t resist. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Asher’s temple, his teeth grazing the shell of his ear. "You look fucking perfect like this," he murmured, his free hand drifting down to palm himself, his cock twitching at the sight of Asher swallowing Liam.
Liam’s grip in Asher’s hair tightened, yanking him back just enough to expose his flushed face, spit-slick lips parted around the thick head of Liam’s cock. "Switch," Liam growled, his voice rough with need. Jake didn’t hesitate. He shifted, his body slotting against Asher’s side as he leaned in, capturing Liam’s mouth in a heated kiss. Their tongues tangled, the taste of sweat and desperation sharp between them, while Asher panted beneath them, his dark eyes glazed with arousal.
Liam broke the kiss first, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he guided Jake’s head down toward Asher’s cock. "Your turn," he rasped, nodding at the massive, thick length curving against Asher’s stomach. Jake smirked, his green eyes locking onto Asher’s as he licked a broad stripe from base to tip, savoring the way Asher’s hips jerked off the mat.
Jake's lips wrapped around Asher's cock with practiced ease, his tongue swirling under the foreskin before dragging up the thick vein on the underside. Asher's groan vibrated through Liam's thighs where the junior still had him pinned, his fingers tightening reflexively in Jake's ginger curls. The contrast was stark, Liam's dark dominance pressing Asher massive musculature into the mat while Jake's freckled shoulders flexed between his thighs, all wicked tongue and teasing bites that made Asher's hips twitch.
"Fuck, Riley," Liam muttered, watching Jake deepthroat Asher with shameless hunger. His own cock twitched against Asher's stomach, leaving sticky trails across his abs. "Never took you for such a greedy cocksucker."
Jake pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at them both with spit-slick lips. "You'd be surprised," he taunted, palming the base of Asher's cock while his thumb rubbed circles over the leaking head. His green eyes flicked to Liam's face, catching the way the older wrestler's jaw tightened. "Jealous?"
Liam's answering smirk was razor-sharp. He grabbed Jake by the hair, yanking him upright into a bruising kiss while his other hand guided Asher's cock between Jake's thighs. The gasp Jake let out was swallowed by Liam's mouth as Asher's thick length pressed against his perineum, the heat of it searing even through the sweat-slick skin. "Move," Liam ordered against Jake's lips, shoving him forward until Asher's cock slid along the cleft of Jake's ass.
Liam’s fingers dug into Jake’s hips hard enough to bruise as he dragged the ginger’s body back against Asher’s cock in slow, deliberate strokes. The friction was maddening. It was just shy of what Jake needed, and he arched into it with a broken groan, his freckled shoulders pressing into Liam’s chest. "Fuck," Jake gasped, his head falling back against Liam’s shoulder as Asher’s thick length dragged along his perineum again, the heat of it searing even through sweat-slick skin. "Liam- christ-"
"Patience," Liam murmured against the shell of Jake’s ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he adjusted his grip, angling Jake’s hips higher. His other hand reached between them, fingers trailing through the mess of precum smeared across Asher’s stomach before wrapping around his massive cock, guiding the flushed tip to press against Jake’s entrance. Asher’s breath hitched audibly, his thighs tensing where they bracketed Jake’s hips, but he didn’t push forward. He waited, watching Liam’s face for permission.
Liam’s smirk was predatory as he locked eyes with Asher over Jake’s shoulder. "Go on," he goaded, tightening his grip in Jake’s hair just to feel him shudder. "Fuck him."
Asher didn’t hesitate. His hips snapped forward in one sharp thrust, burying himself to the hilt in Jake’s tight heat. Jake’s shout echoed off the locker room walls, his back arching violently as his fingers scrabbled for purchase on Liam’s thighs. "Holy shit," he choked out, his voice ragged, his cock twitching against his stomach where it leaked untouched. "Ash- fuck-"
Jake's body bowed off the mat, every freckled muscle taut as Asher's thick cock stretched him open in one brutal thrust. His cry echoed off the locker room walls, raw and unfiltered, his fingers clawing at Liam's thighs where the junior wrestler held him pinned against his chest. "Fuck- fuck-" Jake gasped, his voice cracking as Asher's hips jerked forward again, burying himself deeper.
Liam's laugh was dark against Jake's ear, his teeth grazing the shell before biting down hard enough to leave marks. "Take it," he growled, his fingers tightening in Jake's ginger curls as he forced his head back, exposing the frantic pulse in his throat. "You wanted this, didn't you?"
Jake could only nod, his green eyes glazed with pleasure, his cock dripping untouched against his stomach. His breath came in ragged bursts as Asher began to move, slow at first, dragging his length out until just the head remained before slamming back in with enough force to make Jake's vision blur.
Asher's grip on Jake's hips was bruising, his olive skin slick with sweat as he fucked into Jake with relentless precision. Every thrust punched another broken sound from Jake's lips. Half-formed curses, pleas, gasps that dissolved into moans when Asher angled his hips just right. The slap of skin on skin filled the humid air, mingling with Jake's wrecked voice and Liam's murmured taunts.
Liam's fingers tightened in Jake's hair, pulling until the ginger's back arched impossibly further, exposing his throat to the older wrestler's teeth. Jake gasped, his hips jerking helplessly between them. Asher's thick cock pistoned into him from below while Liam's rough grip kept him pinned. The air reeked of sweat and sex, the sharp tang of precum mingling with the musk of their straining bodies.
Liam dragged his tongue up Jake's throat, tasting salt and desperation. "Feel good?" he taunted, his free hand sliding down Jake's chest to pinch a nipple hard enough to make the ginger arch off the mat with a whimper. Asher's rhythm stuttered at the sight and Jake's freckled skin flushed deep pink, his mouth hanging open around silent pleas.
"Answer him," Asher growled, his hips snapping forward to punctuate the command. Jake's choked moan was answer enough, his cock twitching violently against his stomach where pre-cum pooled in the hollow of his abs.
"Fuck. Yes." Jake gasped, his fingers scrabbling at Liam's thighs as Asher's next thrust drove the breath from his lungs. Liam smirked, twisting Jake's nipple again just to watch his eyelashes flutter, his hips jerking helplessly between them.
Liam's fingers tightened one last time in Jake's hair before shoving his shoulder with a rough chuckle. "That's enough fun for you, Kovac," he rasped, his dark eyes gleaming with intent as he pushed himself upright. The junior wrestler stretched out on the mat with deliberate arrogance, his thick cock pulsing against his stomach, already glistening with precum. "My turn." He jerked his chin toward Asher, still buried inside Jake's trembling body. "Get over here and ride it."
Asher froze mid-thrust, his olive skin flushed dark with exertion, his breathing ragged. Jake whimpered beneath him at the sudden stillness, his hips twitching in protest. "Don't stop," he gasped, his green eyes hazy with need. Asher hesitated, his grip on Jake's hips tightening instinctively until Liam's foot nudged his ribs.
"Now," Liam ordered, his voice low and dangerous.
Asher exhaled sharply through his nose but pulled out slowly, watching Jake shudder at the loss. The ginger's thighs trembled where they were spread wide, his hole still fluttering around nothing, his cock drooling onto his stomach. Asher couldn't resist dragging a thumb through the mess smeared across Jake's abs, earning a broken whine. Liam's scoff snapped his attention back.
The junior wrestler lounged on the mat like a king on his throne, one arm braced behind his head, the other lazily stroking his thick cock’s full seven inches. His smirk was all teeth as he arched a brow at Asher. "You deaf, Kovac?" He spread his thighs wider, his cock twitching against his stomach. "Sit."
Asher's pulse hammered in his throat. He glanced at Jake, who was watching with parted lips, his fingers already drifting toward his own neglected cock, before crawling toward Liam with slow, deliberate movements. The air between them crackled with tension, thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Liam's dark eyes tracked every shift of Asher's muscles, his smirk widening when Asher paused just above him, knees bracketing Liam's hips.
"Atta boy," Liam murmured, his free hand sliding up Asher's thick thigh, fingers digging into the firm muscle there. His other hand gripped the base of his cock, guiding it toward Asher's entrance with a rough jerk of his chin. "Show me how bad you want it."
Asher swallowed hard. He reached behind himself, fingers brushing Liam's cock, hot and heavy in his palm, before lining it up. The first press of Liam's thick head against his hole punched a ragged gasp from Asher's lips. His fingers dug into Liam's chest for balance as he sank down inch by torturous inch, his hole stretching around Liam's girth.
Liam groaned, his head tipping back against the mat, his abs flexing as Asher took him deeper. "Fuck, Kovac," he gritted out, his fingers tightening on Asher's hip hard enough to bruise. "Tight as fuck."
Jake's breath hitched from where he lay sprawled beside them, his green eyes locked on the way Asher's body swallowed Liam whole. His own cock twitched against his stomach, pre-cum smearing across his freckled skin. "Jesus," he muttered, palming himself roughly. "Look at you, Ash."
Asher barely heard him. His thighs trembled as he bottomed out, Liam's hips flush against his ass, the fullness stealing his breath. He clenched instinctively around Liam's cock, earning a sharp hiss from the older wrestler. Liam's hands slid up to grip Asher's waist, his thumbs pressing into the hollows of his hip bones. "Move," he ordered, voice rough.
Asher obeyed, lifting himself on shaky, tree-trunk thighs before sinking back down, his breath stuttering as Liam's cock dragged against his walls. The pace was slow at first, testing and adjusting, but soon Asher found a rhythm, his hips rolling in smooth, deliberate circles that had Liam's fingers digging into his skin.
Liam groaned, his abs flexing beneath Asher as he arched into each downward stroke. "That's it," he growled, dark eyes locked on Asher's face. "Take it like you were made for it."
Jake's laugh was breathless beside them. "He was," he murmured, shifting closer until his fingers brushed Asher's thigh. His touch was electric, just a whisper of contact, but it sent heat curling low in Asher's gut.
Liam's smirk was sharp as he watched Jake's fingers trail higher, skimming the sweat-slick skin of Asher's inner thigh. "Jealous, Riley?"
Jake's green eyes glinted. "Nah," he said, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Just enjoying the view." His fingers traced the seam where Asher's thigh met his hip, teasing but not touching where Asher needed it most.
Liam chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on Asher's hips as he lifted him slightly, just enough to drag his cock halfway out before letting Asher sink back down with a wet, filthy sound. "Then fucking watch," he growled, rolling his hips up to meet Asher's next downward stroke.
Asher gasped, his fingers digging into Liam's chest as the angle changed, Liam's cock dragging hard against his prostate. His thighs trembled with the effort of keeping the rhythm, but he didn't stop, not with Liam's dark eyes locked on his face and Jake's fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin.
Jake's breath hitched as he watched, his own cock twitching against his stomach. "Fuck," he muttered, shifting closer until his knee brushed Asher's thigh. His fingers drifted higher, skimming the crease of Asher's hip before wrapping around the base of his cock in one rough, sudden motion.
Asher's cry was ragged, his hips jerking forward into Jake's grip as Liam's cock pressed deep inside him. The dual sensation of Jake's calloused fingers stroking him in time with Liam's thrusts was overwhelming, and pleasure coiled tight in his gut with every movement.
Liam's hand clamped around Jake's wrist, yanking him forward with a sharp jerk. "Enough watching," he growled, his dark eyes flicking between Jake's flushed face and Asher's trembling thighs. "Get your ass up there." His grip tightened as he shoved Jake toward Asher's lap, where the younger wrestler's cock stood thick and glistening between them, pointing toward the ceiling with its full nine inch length.
Jake's breath hitched, but he didn't resist, just braced a hand on Asher's shoulder, his freckled fingers digging into sweat-slick muscle as he positioned himself over Asher's length. Liam smirked beneath them, his hips never stilling, each thrust driving Asher deeper into Jake's grip. "That's it," Liam taunted, his voice rough. "Take him like you fucking mean it."
Jake sank down in one smooth motion, his lean, corded thighs flexing as Asher's cock stretched him open, his breath stuttering as he bottomed out. Asher groaned beneath him, his hands flying to Jake's hips, fingers pressing bruises into freckled skin. Then Liam moved, his cock pistoning into Asher from below, each thrust forcing Asher harder into Jake, who arched with a ragged cry.
"Fuck- fuck-" Jake gasped, his fingers scrambling for purchase on Asher's chest as the sensation overwhelmed him. Liam's rhythm was relentless, his hips snapping up in sharp, controlled strokes that sent Asher surging into Jake with enough force to make his vision blur.
Liam's grip on Asher's hips tightened, his fingers digging deep enough to leave crescent-shaped marks in the olive skin as he suddenly stilled beneath them. "Take over," he ordered, voice rough with exertion. His dark eyes gleamed with challenge as he jerked his chin toward Jake, who was panting above them, his freckled chest flushed pink with exertion. "Show me you can fuck him properly."
Asher's breath hitched, and his body obeyed before his brain could catch up. His thighs flexed as he rolled his hips experimentally, the movement dragging Jake down onto his cock while simultaneously grinding Liam deeper inside him. The dual sensation punched a ragged groan from his lips, his head falling back as pleasure licked up his spine like wildfire.
Jake gasped above him, fingers scrabbling at Asher's pecs for balance. "Christ- Ash-" His voice cracked as Asher repeated the motion, slower this time, deliberately dragging Jake along every inch of his length while Liam's cock stroked his prostate with brutal precision. The sweat-slick slide of their bodies was punctuated by the wet slap of skin, Jake's bitten-off moans, and the way Liam's breath hitched every time Asher clenched around him.
"That's it," Liam goaded, his smirk audible even as Asher's vision blurred. His hands slid up to frame Asher's ribs, thumbs pressing into the dense, defined muscle there, not guiding, just feeling the way Asher's body moved. "Make him feel it."
Asher groaned, his thighs trembling as he rocked up into Jake again, the motion forcing Liam deeper inside him. The dual penetration was overwhelming. Every thrust forward into Jake's tight heat shoved Liam's cock against his sweet spot, every backward roll made Jake's thighs clench around his hips. His rhythm faltered, his breathing ragged, but he didn't stop when Jake's green eyes locked on his face, pupils blown wide with pleasure.
"Fuck, Kovac," Jake gasped, his hands sliding up to grip Asher's shoulders, freckled fingers digging into olive skin. His hips stuttered as Asher angled upward, driving into him with enough force to make his thighs shake. "Right there-"
Liam chuckled beneath them, the sound dark and satisfied. His fingers dug into Asher's hips hard enough to leave bruises as he arched up to meet Asher's next thrust, his cock dragging mercilessly against Asher's prostate. "Listen to him," Liam taunted, his voice rough. "Fuck him like you mean it."
Asher snarled, his hips snapping forward with renewed force. Jake cried out above him, his back arching violently as Asher's thick cock speared into him, the angle just right. The sight punched another groan from Asher's lips. Jake's flushed chest heaved, his ginger hair sticking to his forehead, his cock bouncing against his stomach with every movement.
Liam's grip tightened, guiding Asher's hips into a relentless rhythm of deep, rolling thrusts that had Jake's breath hitching in time. "That's it," Liam murmured, his dark eyes locked on Jake's expression. "Make him fucking take it."
Asher's vision blurred as sensation overwhelmed him. Liam's cock ground inside him with every forward thrust into Jake, Jake's tight heat clenching around him in desperate pulses. His thighs burned with exertion, but he didn't slow down, couldn't stop, not with Jake's moans filling the air and Liam's hands anchoring him in place.
Jake's fingers scrabbled at Asher's chest, his green eyes wild. "Ash- I'm getting so close-" His voice cracked as Asher slammed into him again, his cock twitching violently against his stomach.
Liam's smirk was vicious as he watched Jake unravel, his own hips rolling up to meet Asher's movements. "Let him cum," he ordered, his fingers digging into Asher's hips. "Make him fucking lose it."
Asher obeyed, his rhythm turning into short, brutal thrusts that punched ragged cries from Jake's throat. The ginger's back arched violently, his cock pulsing untouched as he came with a shattered moan, streaks of white painting his freckled stomach. The clench of Jake's body around him dragged a groan from Asher's lips, his own climax coiling tight in his gut.
Liam's chuckle was dark as Jake collapsed forward, his sweaty forehead pressing against Asher's shoulder. "Good boy," Liam murmured, his thumbs circling Asher's hip bones. "Now finish." He punctuated the command with a sharp thrust upward, his cock driving deep into Asher's prostate.
Asher gasped, his fingers tightening on Jake's thighs as pleasure crashed over him, white-hot and unbearable. His hips stuttered as he came with a ragged cry, his cock pulsing inside Jake, his body clamping down around Liam in erratic spasms.
Liam groaned beneath them, his grip turning bruising as he fucked up into Asher through his orgasm, dragging it out until Asher whimpered from oversensitivity.
Liam shoved them both off with a sharp grunt, his thighs flexing as he rolled upright in one fluid motion. "On your knees," he ordered, voice ragged. His cock twitched against his abs, the flushed head glistening. Jake hit the mat first, catching himself on his palms before scrambling onto his knees, his leaner, freckled chest heaving. Asher followed more slowly, his thick thighs trembling as he knelt beside Jake, their shoulders brushing. Liam’s dark eyes flicked between Jake’s flushed face and Asher’s now clenched jaw before his fingers wrapped around his cock in rough strokes.
Liam’s first pulse hit Jake square across the lips, hot and thick, the salty tang flooding his mouth before he could react. The second spurt splashed Asher’s cheekbone, white streaking down his olive skin like paint. Liam groaned through clenched teeth, his hips jerking forward as the third rope of cum splattered across Jake’s forehead while the next painted Asher’s chin. Jake gasped, his tongue darting out to catch a stray drop, his green eyes glinting with lust and hunger. Asher stayed still, his dark curls damp with sweat, his cock twitching against his thigh still fully hard, the veins standing out against the thick length.
Liam’s last few spurts came weaker but no less deliberate. One final streak across Jake’s nose, another dripping from Asher’s bottom lip. The junior wrestler shuddered, his fingers still loosely wrapped around his softening cock as he surveyed his handiwork. Jake’s face was a mess. Cum streaked through his ginger lashes and pooled in the hollow of his throat. Asher looked wrecked as well, his jaw tight, his broad chest rising and falling rapidly, the muscle flexing under the sheen of sweat and spend.
Liam smirked, swiping his thumb through the mess on Asher’s cheekbone before shoving it between Jake’s lips. "Clean it up," he ordered, watching Jake’s tongue curl around his finger with dark satisfaction. His own cock twitched again, a final bead of cum dripping onto the mat between them.
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the trio. Liam stood tall, the tan, sculpted planes of his abdomen skin gleaming. His cock, still a hard seven inches, curved downward against his thigh, the thick vein along the underside pulsing faintly. Jake knelt in front of him, his lean frame trembling slightly, his freckled skin flushed pink from exertion. His cock stood at attention- five inches of flushed ginger, the upward curve glistening with pre-cum. Asher was a study in contrasts. His dense muscle coiled tight, his thighs flexing as he shifted on his knees. His cock was obscene at full hardness, a nine thick inches jutting from his hips, the foreskin pulled taut over the swollen head, a bead of pre-cum dripping onto the mat.
Liam’s chuckle was rough as he stepped back, admiring the view. "Look at you two," he mused, dragging a finger through the cum drying on Jake’s collarbone. "Still fucking hard." His gaze lingered on Asher’s twitching cock, the way his olive skin stretched taut over the thick shaft. "Guess you didn’t get your fill, huh, Kovac?"
Jake swiped at his face with the back of his hand, smearing the mess further. His smirk was shaky but defiant. "Neither did you," he shot back, nodding toward Liam’s bobbing length. "One load ain’t enough for you either."
Liam’s grin was all teeth. He reached down, gripping himself lazily, his thumb brushing the sensitive head just to watch Asher’s jaw tighten. "Maybe," he allowed, his dark eyes flicking between them. "Or maybe I just like seeing you two like this." He stepped closer, hissing as his still-sensitive cock brushed Jake’s shoulder. "On your knees. Covered in me." His fingers tangled in Asher’s damp curls, yanking his head back to expose his throat. "Begging for more."
Asher’s breath hitched, his thighs flexing where he knelt, but he didn’t pull away. Jake watched, his green eyes glinting, tongue darting out to catch the last traces of Liam’s cum on his lips. "Who’s begging?" he challenged, though his voice lacked bite.
Liam’s laugh was low, dangerous. He released Asher’s hair to trail a finger down Jake’s cheekbone, tracing the path his cum had taken. "You will be," he promised. His hand dropped to his cock again, stroking slow and deliberate, hissing at the overstimulation. The thick vein along the underside pulsed, another bead of cum welling at the tip. "Unless you’d rather walk away now."
Neither moved. The wrestling room was silent save for their ragged breathing, the faint drip of sweat, or maybe cum, hitting the mat. The fluorescents buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows across Liam’s sculpted torso, the sweat-slicked planes of his abs, the dark trail of hair leading to his still-twitching cock. Jake’s gaze dropped, his own length jumping against his thigh, the upward curve glistening with pre-cum. Asher’s was worse. A thick line of cum and sweat connected the head to his stomach, his foreskin stretched tight over the swollen tip.
Liam’s smirk widened. He tightened his grip on himself, his hips jerking forward as another weak spurt landed on Jake’s chest. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice rough. "Look at you. Sluts." His free hand fisted in Jake’s ginger hair, dragging him closer until his lips brushed the leaking head. "Clean it up, Riley."
Jake hesitated just a second before his tongue darted out, lapping at the bitter salt. Liam groaned, his thighs flexing. "Good boy," he murmured, thumb swiping through the mess on Jake’s chin before pushing his cock past his lips.
Asher watched, his dark eyes burning, his own cock twitching against his thigh. Liam caught his gaze, his lips curling. "You next, Kovac." He tugged Jake off with a wet pop, shoving him aside to grip Asher’s jaw. "Open."
Asher obeyed, his tongue pressing flat as Liam dragged the flushed head across it, smearing pre-cum in thick streaks. Liam’s breath hitched, his hips jerking forward. "Fuck," he muttered, his fingers tightening in Asher’s curls. "That mouth- " His cock pulsed, another weak dribble landing on Asher’s tongue.
Jake shifted beside them, his freckled fingers wrapping around his own length with a shaky gasp. Liam’s gaze snapped to him. "Did I say you could touch yourself?" His voice was steel. Jake froze, his hand trembling around his cock. Liam yanked Asher’s head back, his dark eyes locked on Jake.
Liam's fingers tightened one last time in Asher's curls before he abruptly released him, stepping back with a smirk that curled like a predator scenting fresh blood. "Stay," he ordered, his voice rough with exertion and something darker. His dark eyes flicked between them, taking in Jake's freckled chest still heaving and Asher's olive skin gleaming with sweat, before he turned on his heel and headed toward the locker room. "I've got an idea."
The locker room door groaned shut behind him, swallowing the sound of his feet squeaking against the tile. The sudden absence of his presence left the air thick. Asher's exhale shuddered through the space between them, his broad shoulders flexing as he shifted on his knees. Jake's fingers twitched where they hovered over his own thighs, the ghost of Liam's command still ringing in his ears.
Neither moved.
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