4 ~ Rules of Surrender.

The morning after the blackout dawned bright, sunlight slicing through the blinds like accusations.

Eli woke tangled in sheets, his body sore in the best ways as his ass was tender from Rafe's thrusts, his throat raw from sucking.

Noah stirred beside him, their naked forms pressed close, a silent acknowledgment of the night. No words yet. They just shared glances heavy with what they had done and what it meant.

Rafe's text buzzed Eli's phone first: “My place. 8 PM. Wear what I like.”

Attached was a photo—black boxer briefs on a bed, simple but commanding.

Eli's cock twitched at the memory of Rafe's...