Chapter 12 Leander
LEANDER
Iwake up pinned.
Jax is sprawled on one side of me like a dead weight, his arm flung across my chest, mouth open as he snores into the pillow. On the other side, Phoenix has me caged in tight—arm locked around my waist, his face buried in my neck like he never let go of me in his sleep.
It should feel suffocating, claustrophobic. Instead, it feels like my body is on fire. Because I can feel both of them.
Jax, shifting unconsciously, presses his morning wood against my hip. Phoenix, on the other side, is harder—thick and heavy against my lower back, grinding ever so slightly like his dreams are filthy.
And me? I’m stuck in the middle, pretending not to notice, pretending my brain isn’t already going somewhere I really shouldn’t let it.
It’s disgusting. It’s reckless. But God, the thought of Phoenix waking up, realizing how close we are, pressing harder against me just to remind me I’m his—
My throat tightens. I squeeze my eyes shut. Stop.
I force my mind somewhere else, anywhere else. To yesterday.
I didn’t call him. After the fight on the bus, after the suspension, after the way his face looked when I told him I was staying at my own place, I thought maybe space was what I needed. But space doesn’t feel like relief—it feels like withdrawal.
Practice was a blur. I avoided looking at him the whole time, kept my focus locked on drills, on the burn in my muscles, on anything that wasn’t the way his gaze always dragged back to me.
When it was over, I couldn’t sit still. So I went to the gym, working myself until sweat stung my eyes and my hands shook.
That’s when a guy caught me between sets, leaned in with this easy grin, told me I looked like I could use a spotter.
His eyes had that glint, the one I’ve seen a hundred times before.
He was cute, too. Tall, sharp jaw, the kind of body that would make most people turn their heads.
But when he brushed my arm and asked if I wanted to grab a drink, I didn’t feel a damn thing.
Not even a flicker. Because all I could think about was Phoenix.
The way Phoenix watches me like he owns me. The way his touch lingers too long, bruises too deep. The way he burns hot and cold, obsessive and terrifying, but still makes me feel like I belong to him in some way I don’t even understand yet.
I turned the guy down, muttering something about needing to finish my set, and when he walked away, I almost laughed. Because that was it. The proof I’d been trying to avoid. I don’t want anyone else’s attention. Not unless it’s Phoenix.
A groan rumbles against the back of my neck, dragging me back to the present.
Phoenix shifts closer, his grip tightening around my waist like he’s staking a claim even in sleep.
Jax mumbles something incoherent, adjusting his arm across my chest, and suddenly I’m surrounded on all sides—one friend oblivious, the other dangerously close to breaking me open.
I try to breathe steady, to focus on anything else, but Phoenix’s laugh ghosts against my ear. Low. Dangerous.
“You look trapped, rookie.”
My throat works, no words coming. Phoenix never needs permission. His lips brush my ear as he murmurs, “Ya know, this isn’t the first time Jax and I’ve shared someone in bed.”
The words hit like a blow. My chest tightens, panic and heat tangling until I can’t tell them apart.
Jax groans, pressing his face into my neck. “You smell good, Lee.”
“Doesn’t he?” Phoenix slips his hand under my shirt, fingers passing over my nipples.
“Shouldn’t you guys be hungover? Dead to the world?” I try to make some space for myself, but they just grip tighter, like this is a strategy they worked out together.
“Jax’s typically an early riser.” Phoenix snickers, his hand passing over the front of my boxers. He squeezes me hard, making me flinch. “Is our greedy rookie getting hard? You want Jax to take you for a ride?”
Jax shifts closer, his arm sliding fully around my waist, pressing his hard cock against mine like he’s claiming space.
“Mm.” His voice is thick with sleep, but not so far gone that he missed Phoenix’s words. “That true, Cap? You gonna let me take the rookie for a spin too?”
I jolt, eyes going wide. “Jax—”
But Phoenix just chuckles, the sound vibrating into me. “Careful, bud. He’s shy. Gotta ease him into the idea.”
“Doesn’t feel shy to me,” Jax murmurs, voice thick with sleep but too knowing. His hips shift, once more pressing his hard cock against mine. “He’s warm as fuck.”
My chest jerks. I open my mouth to protest—but Phoenix laughs against my ear, low and dangerous.
“Tell us, Lee,” Phoenix whispers, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Who would you want more? My cock in your mouth…or his?”
My breath hitches. “Stop—”
“Not until you answer.” Phoenix’s hand slides down, cupping my ass through my shorts, squeezing hard enough to make me choke on air. Heat bolts through me, sharp and unbearable.
Jax groans, shifting fully against me now, his cock grinding into my hip as his arm locks tighter around me. “Hell, I’d let him ride me. Bet he’d look good bouncing, huh?”
My eyes go wide. “Wait—”
But Phoenix only smirks, his grip on me unrelenting. “I’d like to see that.” Then, almost like he’s enjoying the cruelty of it, he tilts his head toward Jax. “Ease him into it. Rookie likes being touched slow before he falls apart.”
Jax’s chuckle is rough, a little wicked. “That right? Guess I’ll be gentle.” His hand slides under my shorts, callused fingertips brushing over the head of my dick, making me jolt.
Phoenix’s mouth drags over my throat, his teeth grazing the skin. “That’s it. Let him feel you. Just don’t mark him.”
The order is sharp, commanding. Jax nods like he’s used to it, like he knows Phoenix always calls the shots.
And I can’t breathe.
I should fight. I should shove them both away. But instead I’m gasping, shame and hunger blurring until I can’t tell them apart.
Phoenix slips a finger into my ass as Jax begins pumping my shaft. I gasp, my back arching.
“I—This is too much,” I gasp, desperate.
“Should we stop, Lee?” Jax kisses my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine.
Phoenix fingering me from behind. Jax controlling my front. It’s almost too much.
Phoenix’s lips ghosting over my ear. “Tell me, Lee. Who’s gonna fuck your mouth first?”
Jax releases my mouth. He pulls his cock out pressing it between my thighs.
“Jax!”
Phoenix chuckles darkly. “Thought so.”
Jax shifts, rolling me onto my knees. Phoenix shoves my shorts down, baring me to the air. My cock hangs swollen and heavy, already leaking with excitement.
“Look at him,” Phoenix says, his voice gravel and heat. “Already dripping. Open his mouth.”
Jax smirks down at me, sliding his boxers off, his cock heavy and flushed. He kneels in front of me. “Open wide, rookie.”
I try to protest, but Phoenix grips my jaw, forcing it open.
“Obey,” Phoenix growls.
And I do.
Jax pushes inside, thick and hot, and I choke on the intrusion, tears stinging my eyes. His groan rumbles above me, his hand threading into my hair. “Fuck—he’s tight.”
“I told you,” Phoenix snarls.
Then, Phoenix’s inside me too—slamming into me from behind, punishing thrusts that drive me into Jax’s cock deeper and deeper.
The sound that rips from my throat is filthy, desperate. I can’t stop.
Phoenix grips my hips, relentless. “Take him deep. Show him how good you are for me.”
Jax moans, fucking into my mouth shallow and rough. Phoenix pounding into me like he’s determined to split me in two. The rhythm is brutal, overwhelming, and all I can do is cling to them, lost in the heat and the filth and the way it feels too real—
I start bouncing my head, trying to fit Jax’s long shaft deeper. His moans fill the bedroom as Phoenix spears into me, punishingly. A filthy gasp tears from my lips…
“Rookie, wake up.”
My eyes snap open. And I realize I’m not the connector of an Eiffel Tower, but I’m lying on Phoenix’s chest, basically dry humping my erection against his. My underwear is sticky and wet. Jax is asleep with an arm thrown over his eyes, snoring.
Phoenix smiles knowingly. “Good dream, baby?”
I feel my face turning red, my heart hammering in my chest. I must have fallen back asleep thinking about Jax and Phoenix...
I stiffen, my cheeks burning. “I—It was just a nightmare,” I croak, voice thick with shame and heat.
Phoenix chuckles, dragging a finger lightly down my chest. “A nightmare, huh? One that made you come in your shorts?”
I try to twist away, but the arm around my waist locks me in place. He’s ridiculously strong, impossibly close.
“Don’t fight me, rookie,” he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. “I don’t care if it’s a dream or not. You’re mine. Even in your sleep, you think about me.”
I swallow hard, heart hammering. My thoughts are messy, spiraling. I want to deny it, want to push him off, but I can’t. His body is heavy against mine, his hands warm and demanding, his lips tracing the line of my neck.
“And we weren’t alone,” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of my ear, “Jax…he was helping me, wasn’t he?”
I freeze. My mind flashes back to the dream, the way Jax followed Phoenix’s every instruction, how I was completely at their mercy. My cock twitches. I hate myself a little for remembering it so vividly.
Phoenix laughs softly, as if he can hear my thoughts. “Don’t lie, baby. You loved it. You were so obedient…so hard for us, huh?”
A blush shoots up my neck to my ears.
“I didn’t think we needed to spice up the bedroom just yet, but I can wake Jax up if you’re interested...” Phoenix chuckles darkly.
“Stop.” My voice breaks out harsher than I mean it to, strangled by heat and shame.
But he only laughs under his breath, low and dangerous, like he’s savoring my unraveling. His fingers flex against my hip, not quite pulling me closer, just reminding me he could.
Something in me snaps.