Roomies in Arms - Part 3

“Pornhub agrees,” Brady added cheerfully.

Everyone in this story is 18+

I emerged from the broom closet with all the poise I could gather, gripping a feather duster like it was part of the plan.

Lex raised both brows. "So... you live in closets now?"

Brady nearly doubled over. "Oh my god, Sebastian came out of the closet! I need a minute."

“I just needed some supplies, I like things neat,” I replied, straightening my shoulders. “Sometimes the best perspective is from inside the supply cupboard.”

Brady leaned in. “HA-HA! He just got out of the closet, did anyone get that?”

“Leave him alone,” Asher said smoothly, leaning against the wall with a smirk. “He was always a neat freak. One time he ironed his socks. At boarding school.”

“I don’t like wrinkles,” I said defensively, which—unfortunately—only made Lex grin wider.

Lex raised both brows. "So... Tucker-Renfield, what’s that about?”

I cleared my throat. “Right. About that. I suppose I should properly introduce myself.”

Everyone turned toward me. The room quieted just enough to feel like a spotlight.

“I’m Sebastian Tucker-Renfield,” I said, clearing my throat. “Formerly just Renfield, but my Papa, Howard insisted I add his name for... branding purposes.”

Lex blinked. “Tucker? Wait—like Howard Tucker?”

I sighed. “Yes. He’s my father.”

Jax let out a low whistle. “The billionaire banking guy?”

I nodded reluctantly. “That’s the one, banker, industrialist, and a general lack of scruples.”

Asher stepped forward, arms crossed with a crooked smile. “He’s also the son of a Countess. Actually outranks me, technically. My father’s a Viscount. Sebastian here’s got proper titles and a terrifying net worth behind him and I thought you were comfortable back in England?”

“I try not to advertise it,” I said quickly. “I don’t see any of the money, not until I turn thirty-five. My father made sure of that. And, yes I was comfortable in England but my Father had me summoned…”

Brady raised an eyebrow. “And your mom?”

“Yes, Mummy, Clara Renfield. Countess of Renfield. Elegant, dramatic, slightly tragic. She thinks heating a sprawling manor on a single ‘meagre’ inheritance and four divorce settlements is grounds for sainthood.”

Nick leaned forward. “So why are you here? In this dump?”

“My father believes hardship builds character,” I said flatly. “He’s self-made. Thinks it’ll be good for me to ‘live among the people.’”

Asher chuckled. “It’s not that bad.”

I glanced at the feather duster still in my hand. “That’s generous.”

Asher raised an eyebrow. “And how is your brother, with that scandal?”

I hesitated. “Yes, my half-brother, Bryson... An ambassador’s daughter. A leaked tape.”

Lex lit up. “That Bryson Tucker, is your brother? Oh my god, I saw that tape!”

I grimaced. “Yes and after numerous international headlines, my father’s redirected all his attention to me all of the sudden. He has... expectations. Wanted me at Walton. I pushed back.”

Nick tilted his head. “So this is the rebellion?”

“This is the compromise, I suppose” I said. “He pays my tuition. I don’t run off to work at an animal shelter. And in return, I live in what he charmingly calls ‘character-building squalor.’ He’s self-made, so I think, in some twisted way, he respects that I didn’t go to Oxford or Harvard.”

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The chaos resumed, chatter overlapping as everyone migrated toward the kitchen and living room area. I followed, trailing slightly behind and unable to help myself—I grabbed a paper towel and began wiping down the countertop where someone had definitely spilled… something. Soda, perhaps? Or possibly melted gummy vitamins. I didn’t ask.

As I scrubbed, Lex stepped beside me to grab a yerba mate—his third, not that I was keeping count—and his arm brushed mine. I startled slightly.

“Jumpy,” he muttered. “You really are from a different world.”

“I just prefer cleanliness,” I said quickly, though my voice was thinner than I liked. “Hygiene matters.”

Brady appeared with a bag of chips and flopped dramatically onto the couch. “I always thought Asher was the high-maintenance one. What’s with the cleaning aristocracy, anyway? I thought you had servants.”

Asher held up his hands. “Hey, I’m tidy, not obsessive. And yes, I had housekeepers—and I know Sebastian did too—but boarding school messes that up. Also, there’s something inherently British about not wanting to give the housekeepers too much hassle.”

Nick gave him a look. “You have color-coded laundry bags.”

“Organization is efficiency,” Asher replied primly, stealing a chip from Brady’s bag.

Cameron wandered in, flicking a water bottle cap across the counter. I caught it mid-roll and dropped it in the bin with surgical precision. He blinked. “Dude. You’re like a cleaning ninja.”

“I just like to be useful,” I muttered.

Dan raised an eyebrow. “You’re scrubbing the light switch.”

“Yes. And it was filthy.”

Lex bumped his hip lightly into mine as he reached over the sink. “Relax, Sebby. You’re allowed to exist here. Even if it’s surrounded by questionable life choices.”

Just then, Brady popped another chip into his mouth, scanning the room with a grin. “I think this is gonna be a great set-up for the semester. We’ve got a repressed Brit who makes Asher seem like a libertine—no offense, Seb.”

“None taken,” I muttered, already rearranging the coasters.

Brady continued, “A tech goblin who’s probably gonna marry a hentai hologram—”

Lex raised his can like it was an award. “Hell yeah. I accept that title with honor.”

“—and the fucking crazy ABCD crew stirring the pot from next door. Ahh, and I can’t forget the stepbrothers turned boyfriends. Congrats again on officially becoming an item, by the way.”

There was a beat.

Lex nearly choked. “Wait—what?”

I blinked. “Pardon?”

Brady glanced between us. “Oh, shit. You didn’t tell them yet? My bad.”

Nick sighed. “Well. That’s out there now.”

Jax laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Stepbrothers. And, you know... more.”

Lex looked impressed. “That’s hot. Like Brother x Brother. One of my favorite mangas of all time.”

I stiffened, pretending not to react to Brother x Brother. “Oh my. Not that I judge or anything. I’m quite modern, really.”

The others burst into laughter. Brady slapped his knee. “God, this house is going to be insane.”

The room stilled.

Nick blinked. “Technically, yes.”

Jax scratched the back of his neck. “We like to keep things... efficient I guess.”

Dan choked on his soda. Cameron stared. Lex whistled low.

Asher raised an eyebrow, glancing between them like he was watching a particularly spicy tennis match.

“I thought it was just American frat house vibes,” I said in a dry tone.

Nick shrugged. “It’s not that weird.”

“Pornhub agrees,” Brady added cheerfully.

Still, the rhythm of it—the jokes, the teasing, the mild chaos—was beginning to feel almost... livable. Maybe even something like a home.

Almost.

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The gathering eventually thinned, one by one everyone retreating to their corners of the house. Asher and Brady disappeared toward the next-door apartment, Dan followed behind muttering about hydration, and Nick and Jax were already closing their door, suspiciously early.

Lex and I shared the bathroom near our end of the hall. I assumed he was holed up in his room with all four monitors lighting him in anime glory, so I stepped into the bathroom to freshen up.

Only to stop short.

Lex stood at the toilet, completely unbothered, his very sizable penis out and mid-motion.

He looked over his shoulder and shrugged. “Just go brush your teeth. I’m just gonna pee.”

And he did. Loudly.

I stood frozen for a second too long, then awkwardly turned to the sink. My reflection stared back with wide eyes and a faint blush. I began brushing with mechanical efficiency.

Then, from down the hall—moaning.

Rhythmic, banging, very intense.

I blinked. “Oh my.”

Lex chuckled. “I like them better already.” He flushed and zipped. “Alright, off to watch hentai and jerk off—or wank, as you’d say.”

I gargled.

He smirked. “Wait, scratch that. You probably say ‘masturbate.’”

I cleared my throat. “Well… at boarding school the others used to say ‘polish your skin flute.’ I did not engage, myself.”

Lex laughed, loud and real. “Polish your skin flute. That’s precious. You’re so funny, Sebby.”

He brushed past me on the way out, close enough that our shoulders touched. “I think we’re gonna get along just fine. I really do. Night.”

“Goodnight,” I murmured.

Later, in bed, the moaning from down the hall had subsided—finally—but the noise lingered in my mind. So did Lex’s laugh. And… Brother x Brother.

Of course, I had it on my ipad.

Then I polished the proverbial flute.

And afterward, as I cleaned myself up, I couldn’t help but smile faintly at the madness I’d walked into.

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-------------Asher’s POV------------

I tried to focus—on the motion, the heat, the rhythm of it. Just sensation. Just pressure. Just Brady beneath me.

But my head wasn’t in it.

Because in my mind, it wasn’t Brady I was fucking.

It was Sebastian.

Sebastian, mouth parted, eyes wide. That ridiculous feather duster clenched like a sword. That prim posture hiding something raw and unspoken. That faint blush he pretended didn’t exist when some of us brushed too close.

The image of him split something inside me.

I finished fast deep inside Brady’s tight hole, my jaw clenched so tight I could hear it creak.

Brady shifted beneath me. “Bro, what are you even thinking about?”

I didn’t answer. Just pulled out, got up, and padded back into the main apartment barefoot, ignoring the faint chill of the floor.

The door shut behind me with a soft click.

I stood in the dark hallway for a moment, catching my breath, letting the silence settle around me.

Then I went to my bed—alone—and collapsed backward, arms out, staring at the ceiling like it owed me answers.

My heart still raced. My palms twitched.

Then I thought back to the day I first met Sebastian, imagining myself there again as if it were happening all over.

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