Corbin House Chronicles: Brotherhood Unbound

Chapter 37: Foursome with Quinn, Sebastian, Beau, and Max

The first light of dawn crept through the blinds, casting a soft golden glow over the shared room. Sebastian stirred in his bed, stretching lazily before blinking his eyes open. The room was quiet except for the rhythmic breathing of his roommates, still lost in sleep. It was the weekend, and the promise of an unhurried morning felt indulgent.

As he swung his legs over the side of the top bunk, the faint creak of the bed didn't stir anyone. With a mischievous smirk, Sebastian climbed down and glanced around. His eyes landed on Quinn, sprawled shirtless on his bed. The thin sheet barely covered him, and Sebastian couldn't help but notice the impressive outline of his bulge through the fabric of his boxers.

"Damn, Quinn," Sebastian murmured under his breath, shaking his head with a grin. "Sleeping like you own the world."

He padded quietly toward the other side of the room, where Beau began to stir, followed closely by Max, who sat up with a yawn. "Morning, sleepyheads," Sebastian greeted, his voice low but laced with his usual playful energy.

"Morning," Beau muttered groggily, running a hand through his messy hair. Max stretched his arms over his head, his toned body flexing unconsciously.

"Looks like Quinn's still dreaming," Sebastian teased, gesturing toward their roommate, who shifted slightly but didn't wake. "And from the looks of it, it's a very good dream."

Max and Beau glanced over, their grogginess melting into smirks. "Not gonna lie," Beau quipped, "that's impressive. Maybe we should wake him up before it gets awkward."

Sebastian leaned closer to Quinn, his mischievous grin widening. "Hey, buddy," he called softly. "You're putting on quite a show." He gave Quinn's bed a gentle shake, causing him to groan and turn over, his sleepy eyes opening just enough to catch Sebastian's smirk.

"What's your problem, Sebastian?" Quinn grumbled, his voice rough from sleep.

"No problem," Sebastian replied innocently. "Just admiring the scenery."

Quinn blinked, glanced down at himself, and groaned in embarrassment. "You're the worst," he muttered, pulling the sheet higher.

Max chuckled, swinging his legs off his bed. "Sebastian's not wrong, though. Mornings are prime time."

"Exactly!" Sebastian exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "Best time to, you know, let the energy flow."

Beau rolled his eyes but grinned. "Let me guess, you're about to suggest something ridiculous."

"Ridiculous? No, no, no," Sebastian said, feigning offense. "I'm just saying, mornings are the best for a little... connection." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Quinn, now fully awake, propped himself up on his elbows. "You're unbelievable," he said, though his grin betrayed his amusement.

"C'mon," Sebastian urged, hopping onto Quinn's bed. "How about we make it a morning to remember?"

Max raised an eyebrow. "You mean now? Like, right now?"

"Why not?" Sebastian shot back, spreading his arms. "It's the weekend. No rules, no rush."

Beau smirked, sharing a glance with Max. "Alright, Sebastian," he said. "If you're so insistent, let's see what you've got."

Within moments, the playful banter had turned into a teasing game of pairs. Sebastian leaned closer to Quinn, his voice dropping to a mock-serious whisper. "You and me, Quinn. Let's show these guys how it's done."

Quinn laughed, shaking his head but unable to resist Sebastian's infectious energy. "Fine, but only because you're so damn persistent."

On the other side of the room, Max and Beau exchanged knowing smiles before Max pulled Beau closer, their chemistry undeniable.