Three Men, One Border

I’m back again, feeding gay ICE erotica to another homophobic, ICE-loving right-wing man until he blocks me.

If you’re unfamiliar with this series, all you need to know to catch up is that Marcus, Daniel, and Brandon are three heavily muscled ICE agents with an unusually physical commitment to thorough internal inspections. Also, I’m a very talented writer.

You can read Part One here and Part Two here.

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In case you want to read the story without a pesky right-wing man interrupting you…

Marcus heard the heavy door open behind him. Brandon stood close at his side, still breathing harder than the room required. The familiar scent of gun oil drifted in, and Marcus didn’t need to turn to know it was Daniel.

He wondered if Daniel could already tell why the air between them felt so thick.

“You’re late,” Marcus said. “We already finished the oral inspection. Time for the full cavity search.”

Marcus let his hand rest at the small of Brandon’s back, thumb moving in a slow, absent circle against the fabric of his shirt.

He glanced over his shoulder at Daniel. “You going to help, or are you just going to stand there like a Democrat?”

Brandon’s breath shivered out of him. Marcus felt it under his palm.

“Secure the border,” Brandon murmured, the words barely a whisper.

Marcus looked at Daniel fully now. He stood just inside the door, broad shoulders filling the frame. His combat quarter-zip was pulled tight across his chest. One hand rested near his belt, fingers loose, like he hadn’t decided yet whether to take it off.

“Hegseth keeps talking about putting more testosterone in their ranks. He should come see what we’ve got over here.”

Daniel finally stepped farther into the room. Marcus watched the way the light fell across him as he took in the two of them.

No one spoke.

Marcus’s hand slid lower, following the line of Brandon’s spine until his fingers reached the warm skin just above the waistband.

He pressed there, slow, and felt Brandon’s moan catch hard in his throat.

Daniel’s gaze dropped to the exact point of contact and stayed there, the same way he watched a border in the dark.

He stepped in close on Brandon’s other side, one hand settling lightly at Brandon’s hip, thumb brushing the same waistband Marcus was already touching. Two agents, one perimeter.

Marcus looked at Daniel.

“We the People,” he groaned.

“Make them remember who we are,” Daniel purred, the words brushing Brandon’s skin.

Their fingers slipped a little farther beneath the waistband, slow, deliberate, and together they began to ease the last barrier down.

Daniel’s eyes stayed locked on Brandon’s body as he spoke.

“Big beautiful country,” he breathed, almost to himself. “And we’re going to protect every inch of it.”

Marcus glanced at Daniel over Brandon’s back.

“Tell him,” he growled.

Daniel’s voice was rough. “Most people don’t know there’s a B in dumb. Simple change. I take out the E and I put in the U. They’re Dumbocrats.”

Marcus smirked. “And we’re not.”

Daniel looked down at where their hands rested on Brandon.

There are places the government says no one may enter. Then there is the soft, unguarded place Brandon keeps between them, waiting to be claimed with care.

“Let’s Go Brandon.”

With those words, Marcus pressed forward in a careful thrust until he was fully inside him. Daniel’s hand slid up Brandon’s spine, steadying him.

Brandon shivered under them, words spilling out between heavy breaths.

“Give it to me the way Lindsey Graham liked it.”

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