Part 1 - A Text From Drew | Fourplay

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

'Fourplay' is a crossover story that brings together the characters from Crashing at Brad’s Place and My Ex’s Brother Drew. This is a special release available exclusively to Patreon audience only. 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.

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Part 1: A Text From Drew

(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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