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Below you’ll find an exclusive chapter set two weeks after the epilogue—when Marcus, Nico, and Leo finally get their first weekend completely alone, with no teammates, no tournaments, and no interruptions.

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The Championship Night

An Extended Scene from Double Team

This scene takes place two weeks after the epilogue, during Marcus, Nico, and Leo’s first weekend getaway together.

MARCUS

The cabin was supposed to be a celebration.

Leo had found it online—a secluded A-frame nestled in the mountains three hours from campus, with floor-to-ceiling windows, a hot tub on the deck, and most importantly, no neighbors for miles. “We deserve this,” he’d said, booking it before Marcus could object to the price. “After everything you’ve been through, we need somewhere that’s just ours.”

He wasn’t wrong.

The past two weeks had been a whirlwind of end-of-season obligations, exit interviews, and the bittersweet process of packing up Marcus’s apartment while Nico pretended he wasn’t devastated that his best friend was leaving. The NBA draft was six weeks away. Marcus’s agent was fielding calls daily. Everything was changing, accelerating, spinning toward a future that felt both thrilling and terrifying.

But here, in this cabin, with these two people—time had finally, mercifully, stopped.

“Stop thinking so loud.”

Leo’s voice drifted from the kitchen, where he was doing something complicated with a bottle of wine and three glasses. He’d been in chef mode all afternoon, preparing a dinner that he insisted would “change their lives,” and the cabin smelled incredible—garlic and rosemary and something that might have been chocolate.

“I’m not thinking,” Marcus lied.

“You’re always thinking.” Nico appeared from the bedroom, fresh from the shower, wearing nothing but sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. Water droplets still clung to his shoulders, and his hair was a disaster, and Marcus’s mouth went dry at the sight of him. “That’s your whole personality. Thinking and scowling.”

“I don’t scowl.”

“You’re scowling right now.”

“That’s my face.”

“Exactly.”

Leo laughed from the kitchen, bright and delighted, and Marcus felt something warm bloom in his chest. This—the easy banter, the comfortable intimacy, the way they moved around each other like planets in orbit—this was what he’d never let himself imagine having. Three years of wanting Nico from a distance. Months of figuring out what they were with Leo. And now, finally, a weekend where they could just be.

“Dinner’s in an hour,” Leo announced, emerging with three glasses of wine. He was wearing one of Marcus’s old practice shirts—too big in the shoulders, the neck slipping to expose his collarbone—and the sight did something complicated to Marcus’s insides. “Which means we have sixty minutes to kill.”

Nico took his glass, his eyes never leaving Marcus. “I have some ideas about that.”

“You always have ideas.”

“And they’re always good.”

Leo settled onto the couch between them, pulling his legs up and tucking himself against Marcus’s side. “I’ve been thinking about something,” he said, his voice casual in a way that meant it wasn’t casual at all.

“Ominous,” Nico said.

“Shut up. I’ve been thinking about… progression.”

Marcus felt his heart rate tick up. “Progression how?”

Leo took a slow sip of wine, clearly enjoying their anticipation. “We’ve been doing this for months now. The three of us. And it’s been incredible—don’t get me wrong, it’s been the best sex of my life—but we’ve also been… careful. Taking turns. Making sure everything is balanced.”

“Is that bad?” Nico asked.

“It’s not bad. It’s just…” Leo set down his glass and turned to face them both, his expression serious. “Tonight, I don’t want careful. Tonight, I want both of you. At the same time.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with implication.

Marcus’s throat went dry. “Leo—”

“I’ve been thinking about it since the tournament,” Leo continued, his voice steady even as a flush crept up his neck. “Watching you two together on the court, the way you move, the way you anticipate each other—I kept imagining what it would be like to feel that. To be in the middle of it. To have you both inside me.”

Nico made a strangled sound. “Fuck, Leo.”

“Is that a yes?”

“That’s a ‘you can’t just say things like that and expect me to function.'” Nico was already moving, crowding into Leo’s space, one hand cupping his jaw. “You’re sure? That’s a lot to take.”

“I’m sure.” Leo’s eyes flicked to Marcus. “Both of you. Tell me you want this too.”

Marcus should have hesitated. Should have asked more questions, made sure they were all on the same page. But looking at Leo’s face—the want there, the certainty—he couldn’t find a single reason to say no.

“I want it,” he said, his voice rougher than he intended. “I want you.”

Leo’s smile was incandescent. “Then let’s skip dinner.”

NICO

The bedroom of the cabin had a king-sized bed positioned beneath a skylight, and as Nico pressed Leo down into the sheets, he could see stars beginning to emerge in the darkening sky above them.

Fitting, he thought. Because what they were about to do felt cosmic.

“Clothes off,” Marcus said from somewhere behind him, already stripping out of his shirt. “All of them.”

They moved together with the efficiency of practice, the familiarity of months spent learning each other’s bodies. Leo’s borrowed shirt went first, revealing the lean muscles of his torso. Nico’s sweatpants followed, then Marcus’s jeans, until they were all bare, skin against skin, nothing between them.

Leo lay in the center of the bed, looking up at them with dark eyes and parted lips. His cock was already hard, curving up toward his stomach, and Nico’s mouth watered at the sight.

“How do you want us?” Marcus asked, his hand running up Leo’s thigh in a slow, proprietary stroke.

“I want to feel everything.” Leo’s breath hitched as Marcus’s hand moved higher. “I want you to take your time. Open me up slowly. And then I want both of you inside me at once.”

“Jesus.” Nico’s cock throbbed at the mental image. “You’re going to kill us.”

“What a way to go.”

Marcus caught Nico’s eye over Leo’s prone form, and an entire conversation passed between them. Three years of playing together, of reading each other’s moves before they happened—it translated seamlessly to this. Nico would start. Marcus would join. Together, they’d give Leo exactly what he’d asked for.

Nico bent down and kissed Leo, slow and deep, while his hand wrapped around Leo’s cock. Leo gasped into his mouth, hips bucking up, chasing the friction.

“Patience,” Nico murmured against his lips. “We’ve got all night.”

“I don’t want patience. I want—”

“Shh.” Marcus’s voice, low and commanding, as his finger—slick with lube—circled Leo’s entrance. “Let us take care of you.”

Leo whimpered. His whole body trembled as Marcus pressed inside, one finger at first, then two, working him open with the careful precision of someone who’d studied exactly what Leo needed.

Nico watched, transfixed. Watched Leo’s face cycle through pleasure and need and something approaching desperation. Watched Marcus’s focused expression as he added a third finger, stretching, preparing.

“More,” Leo begged. “Please, I need more.”

“Soon.” Marcus crooked his fingers, finding the spot that made Leo’s back arch off the bed. “You’ll get everything. But you have to be ready.”

“I’m ready. I’m so ready—”

“Not yet.” Nico stroked Leo’s cock, matching the rhythm of Marcus’s fingers. “When we do this, we’re going to push you. I need you loose and relaxed and desperate. I need you so far gone that you can’t do anything but take it.”

Leo’s moan was broken, wrecked. “Fuck. Okay. Whatever you want.”

They worked him for what felt like hours. Marcus’s fingers inside him while Nico’s mouth explored every inch of skin. They traded places—Nico opening him further while Marcus kissed him breathless. By the time they were done, Leo was shaking, covered in sweat, his cock leaking constantly, his hole stretched and ready.

“Please,” Leo whispered. “I can’t—I need—please.”

Nico looked at Marcus. “Ready?”

Marcus’s eyes were dark with want. “Ready.”

LEO

They moved him like he weighed nothing.

Marcus settled against the headboard first, pulling Leo into his lap so they faced each other. Leo felt the blunt head of Marcus’s cock press against his entrance, and his whole body clenched with anticipation.

“Breathe,” Marcus murmured, one hand cupping Leo’s face. “Look at me. Just look at me.”

Leo held his gaze as Marcus pushed inside.

The stretch was familiar now—that delicious burn of being filled, the way his body opened and adjusted. He sank down slowly, taking Marcus inch by inch, until he was fully seated and they were pressed together chest to chest.

“Okay?” Marcus asked.

“More than okay.” Leo rolled his hips experimentally, pulling a groan from both of them. “But I want—”

“I know.” Nico’s voice came from behind him, his chest pressing against Leo’s back. “Lean forward. Hold onto Marcus.”

Leo obeyed, draping himself over Marcus, his face buried in Marcus’s neck. He felt Nico’s fingers at his already-stretched entrance, felt the cool drip of more lube, felt the careful pressure of Nico testing whether there was room.

“Still want this?” Nico asked.

“Yes. God, yes. Please—”

The first press of Nico’s cock alongside Marcus’s was overwhelming.

Leo cried out, his whole body shaking. It was too much—the stretch, the fullness, the impossible sensation of being split open by both of them at once. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only feel.

“Relax,” Marcus murmured, his hands rubbing soothing circles on Leo’s back. “We’ve got you. Just relax.”

“So tight.” Nico’s voice was strained, barely controlled. “Fuck, Leo, you feel—”

“Don’t stop.” Leo didn’t recognize his own voice—it was wrecked, desperate. “Please don’t stop.”

Nico pushed deeper, and Leo lost himself completely.

They were everywhere. Inside him, around him, their hands and mouths and bodies creating a cocoon of sensation that left no room for thought. When they started to move—slow, synchronized, devastatingly thorough—Leo heard himself making sounds he’d never made before. Broken moans, desperate pleas, words that might have been their names or might have been nothing at all.

“That’s it.” Marcus’s voice was rough with want. “Take it. Take all of us.”

“So good,” Nico panted against his shoulder. “You’re so good for us, Leo. So perfect.”

The praise washed over him, amplifying everything. He was caught between them, suspended in pleasure, completely and utterly theirs.

The rhythm built slowly. Each thrust pushed him higher, wound him tighter, until he was teetering on the edge of something massive. He could feel them both—could feel Marcus’s cock pressing against his prostate, could feel Nico’s sliding alongside it, could feel the impossible fullness that was somehow exactly what he’d needed without knowing it.

“Close,” he gasped. “I’m so close—”

“Then let go.” Marcus’s hand found his cock, stroking in time with their thrusts. “Come for us, Leo. Show us how good we make you feel.”

Leo shattered.

The orgasm ripped through him like lightning, his whole body seizing, clenching around them both. He heard himself scream—actually scream—as wave after wave crashed over him, endless and overwhelming.

Through the haze, he felt them follow. Marcus first, pulsing deep inside him, then Nico a moment later, groaning against his shoulder. The sensation of them both coming, filling him, marking him as theirs—it triggered another spike of pleasure that had Leo sobbing with overstimulation.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, breathing hard, covered in sweat and other things. No one moved. No one spoke. For a long, perfect moment, they just existed—three people who’d somehow found their way to each other against all odds.

“Holy fuck,” Nico said eventually.

“Eloquent,” Marcus managed.

“Accurate.” Leo’s voice was barely a croak. “That was…”

“Everything?” Nico supplied.

“Everything.”

Later

They’d eventually made it to the shower—all three of them crammed into the cabin’s small bathroom, which was ridiculous and impractical and perfect. Now they were back in bed, clean and warm, with Leo nestled between them like the filling in a sandwich.

“I ruined dinner,” Leo said mournfully. “I worked on that all afternoon.”

“Worth it.” Nico pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “We can order pizza.”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere. Nothing delivers here.”

“Then we’ll eat cereal. I don’t care.” Marcus’s arm tightened around Leo’s waist. “I’d eat cardboard if it meant staying in this bed with both of you.”

“Romantic,” Leo said dryly, but he was smiling.

They lay in comfortable silence for a while, watching the stars through the skylight. The future was still uncertain—Marcus’s draft, Nico’s senior season, Leo’s medical school applications. A thousand things that could go wrong, a thousand reasons why three people building a life together shouldn’t work.

But lying here, warm and safe and loved, Leo couldn’t bring himself to worry about any of it.

“Hey.” Nico’s voice was soft in the darkness. “I love you. Both of you.”

“I love you too,” Leo said.

“Same.” Marcus’s voice was gruff with emotion. “Always.”

Nico laughed quietly. “‘Same.’ God, you’re bad at feelings.”

“I showed my feelings plenty tonight.”

“Fair point.”

Leo smiled into the darkness. Outside, the mountain wind rustled through the trees. Inside, the cabin was warm, and the bed was soft, and the two people who held his heart were wrapped around him like they never intended to let go.

Whatever came next, they’d face it together.

That was all that mattered.

THE END

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Nico’s story continues in Triple Threat, coming soon!

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