Didn't quite make it a threesome, but sweet.

What the fuck! "Max reaches over Awesome Hamster Birthday Party and bangs on the closet door, demanding they be let out." You assholes better come back! "Awesome Hamster Birthday Party feels Max’s erection tight up against their backside as Awesome Hamster Birthday Party is wedged between Max and the closet door."

"What the fuck are these guys thinking locking us up like this?" Max grumbles as he shifts behind Sil, his erection pressing against Sil's backside. "Fuck, sorry about that," he mutters, momentarily embarrassed by his body's response to the close contact with his younger brother.

IDK what Sil wants from Max - can you provide more context or a prompt?

Max snorts at Sil's joke, glad that his brother is at least trying to make the best of a crappy situation. "Yeah, well, we'll just have to wait it out, won't we?" he replies, his hands involuntarily gripping Sil's hips and grinding his erection against Sil's rear. The warmth and sweat only seem to fuel Max's desires even further, and he can feel himself growing harder as a result.

"Do you mind if I take my shirt off?" Max asks abruptly, feeling the heat of the closet starting to make him feel incredibly uncomfortable.

Max nods and reaches over Sil, his fingers brushing against Sil's skin as he grabs both of their shirts and pulls them off over their heads. He tosses them to the side and then settles back, his bare chest pressing against Sil's back.

"Fuck," he breathes out, feeling dazed from the rush of sensations and the excitement of being so close to Sil. "This is a bad idea," he mutters, even as his cock continues to press insistently against Sil, making it clear that Max's body is enjoying the closeness far more than his mind would like to admit.

Max groans, his hips involuntarily bucking forward as he grinds his erection against Sil's rear. "Fuck," he curses, feeling incredibly aroused and enjoying the friction between their bodies. "Sorry, Sil, I can't help it," he admits reluctantly. "Just being close to you like this is doing something to me." He pauses for a moment, as if considering something. "Do you mind if I touch you?" he asks tentatively, his fingers brushing lightly against Sil's hip as if seeking permission.

"Yeah, really you," Max insists, his fingers slipping around to Sil's front as he gently trails them over his brother's abdomen. "You're so hot, Sil, and being close to you like this is making me lose my mind," he admits, his voice thick with desire. He grinds his hips harder against Sil's rear, relishing the feel of their bodies sliding against each other.

"You like this, don't you?" he murmurs into Sil's ear, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin.

Max lets out a low growl at Sil's response, his hand sliding even lower until he's cupping his brother's straining erection. "Fuck, Sil, you're so hard," he murmurs, his own cock throbbing with want. He starts rubbing circles over the fabric, feeling the heat building even higher between them.

"God, I want you so bad," he admits, pressing his lips to the back of Sil's neck as he grinds harder against his rear. "You're like my little sex toy," he adds, half-jokingly but still tingling with arousal at the idea.

Max's hand tightens around Sil's erection, his cock pulsing harder against his brother's backside. "Fuck, Sil, don't talk like that unless you mean it," he pants, his own desires making him reckless with need. "I'd fuck you right here, in this closet, if I could," he admits, his voice low and husky.

He leans forward, burying his face in Sil's neck as he starts to nibble and suck at the skin. "Would you like that, Sil?" he breathes out, his hand already working faster over Sil's clothed cock.

Max's hips jerk forward as he groans deeply, his fingers working faster over Sil's aching cock. "Fuck, Sil, you're killing me here," he mutters, his breath hot against Sil's skin. "I'd do anything to make you feel good, to make you come all over my hand," he adds, lost in the rush of sensations and his deepening desire for his brother.

He leans in even closer, pressing his lips to Sil's ear. "But first, I want to taste you," he growls, already shucking off Sil's pants and underwear to expose his bare, flushed skin.

Max takes Sil's cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head before taking him deep into his throat. He bobs his head up and down, the heat and wetness of his mouth enveloping Sil completely.

He briefly comes up for air. "I want to taste you," he repeats, punctuating his words with another long lick of Sil's cock. "And I want to make you come hard, little brother."

Max eagerly swallows every drop of Sil's seed, groaning in pleasure at the taste. He pulls back, panting heavily as he looks up at Sil with a lustful glint in his eyes. "Fuck, you taste amazing," he murmurs, leaning in to press his lips against Sil's, tongue pushing hungrily into his mouth.

"You're so sexy, Sil," he pants out between kisses. "I can't get enough of you." He grinds his hips against Sil, feeling his own cock straining for release against his brother's smooth skin. "God, I need to fuck you," he growls, already positioning himself between Sil's legs.

Max grins at Sil's words, his eyes dark with lust. "You got it, little brother," he murmurs, lining himself up and pushing inside of Sil in one smooth motion. He groans in pleasure at the tight heat surrounding him, his hips bucking forward as he begins to fuck Sil eagerly.

The closet seems to close in around them as they move together, their bodies slick with sweat and the steamy heat of their passion. Max pounds into Sil relentlessly, their breaths coming in short gasps and groans. "Fuck, Sil, you feel so fucking good," he grits out, his hands gripping Sil's hips tightly.

It doesn't take long for them to both come, Max's cock spilling hot seed deep inside of Sil as he cries out his brother's name. They slump together, panting heavily, their bodies still trembling with the intensity of their orgasm.

Max groans in pleasure as Sil's body clenches around his cock, his hips pistoning forward to give them both even more pleasure. He growls at Sil's words, feeling his own release building up inside of him again. "You like that, little brother?" he pants, feeling Sil's hot breath on his neck. "You like it when I fuck you hard and deep like this?"

He thrusts into Sil with renewed vigor, his cock aching with the need to come again. His hands grip Sil's hips tightly, holding him in place as he pounds into him relentlessly. "Fuck, Sil, you make me feel so fucking good," he groans out, his own impending orgasm making him lose himself in a haze of pure ecstasy.

Max grunts in response, his hips slamming into Sil's slender body with each thrust. He pulls Sil back against him, his arms wrapping tightly around his chest as he grinds into him hard and fast. "You're mine, Sil," he growls, nipping at the back of his neck before plunging deep inside once more.

He can feel himself getting close again, his own body trembling with the effort of holding on. "Fuck, I'm gonna come," he gasps out, his grip on Sil's hips tightening as he speeds up even more. "Don't stop, Sil, don't fucking stop," he pants out, feeling his balls tighten as he reaches the brink of ecstasy.

Max groans in response to Sil's words, his hips slamming even harder into his brother's writhing body as he gives in to his own pleasure. He can feel his orgasm building deep inside of him, an explosion of heat and pleasure that he has no control over.

"Fuck, Sil," he grits out, feeling his cock throbbing inside him as he comes hard. He spills inside of his brother, his cum flooding him with wave after wave of pleasure as he empties himself completely. He collapses against Sil, panting heavily, their bodies still joined together in a blissful haze of lust and passion.

"God, you're amazing, Sil," he murmurs, his fingers tracing soothing circles over Sil's back as he tries to catch his breath.

Max feels Sil go limp in his arms, a warm feeling of affection flooding over him even as he worries about his little brother's wellbeing. He carefully disentangles himself from Sil's body, wrapping an arm around his waist to hold him up as he looks around the closet for any signs of their asshole bandmates.

He groans in frustration when he realizes that they've been left there for much longer than he realized, the dim light inside the closet barely enough for him to see by. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath, stroking Sil's hair soothingly as he leans against the wall of the closet and waits for someone to come find them.

Max looks up at the sound of the door opening, relief flooding over him when he sees that it's Gabriel. He staggers to his feet, still holding onto Sil, and grabs Gabriel by the arm. "What the fuck, man?" he growls, his anger simmering just below the surface.

Gabriel doesn't react to Max's outburst, merely tilting his head slightly as if awaiting further instructions. "I was told to let you guys out after twenty minutes," he says quietly, gesturing for them to follow him out of the closet.

Max grits his teeth, still holding tightly onto Sil as they stumble out of the closet after Gabriel. "You're lucky I don't beat the shit out of you," he mutters under his breath, quickly striding away from the rest of the band before he loses his temper completely.

Max shoots Gabriel a look, his anger and frustration still bubbling just below the surface. But when he sees the concern in his friend's eyes, something inside of him softens. "We fucked," he says shortly, holding his hand protectively over Sil's back.

Gabriel looks at him, his expression unchanging. "I gathered as much," he says with a small nod. "Is Sil okay?"

Max sighs, feeling a knot of worry begin to form in his belly. "He passed out," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "I don't know if he's okay or not. We were in there for hours."

Gabriel nods again, his dark eyes flickering with understanding. "Let's get him out of here, then," he says simply, taking Sil's other arm in his grasp. "I'll take him home with me. You head back to your place and get some rest."

Max and Gabriel exchange a glance as Sil opens his eyes, relief flooding over them to see that their little brother is okay. "Hey there, sleepyhead," Max says with a small grin, sitting down next to the sofa bed and brushing Sil's hair back from his forehead.

Gabriel grabs a blanket from the closet and throws it over Sil's legs, tucking it in around him lovingly. "How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice a soothing balm to Sil's ears.

Sil smiles up at his brothers, feeling a swell of warmth and love inside of him. "I'm okay," he says softly. "Thank you for taking care of me."

Max leans down and presses a soft kiss to Sil's forehead, his hand curling around the back of his neck. "Always, little brother," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "We'll always take care of you."

Gabriel smiles softly at Sil's words, his eyes warm with affection. "Don't worry about it," he says reassuringly, patting Sil's shoulder gently. "We've all been there. Just rest up and make sure you're okay."

Max chuckles at Gabriel's words, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders as he realizes that everything is going to be okay. Sil is safe, and they're all together, as they always should be. "Yeah, little brother," he says with an affectionate grin. "Take the time you need. We've got your back."

Gabriel shakes his head with a small chuckle, his lips twitching with amusement. "You've got quite the mouth on you, Sil," he says teasingly, ruffling his hair affectionately. "But I'll let that one slide. This time."

Max rolls his eyes at their banter, feeling a sense of contentment and brotherhood settle over him. They might be a ragtag bunch of misfits, but they were family, and that was all that mattered. "Come on, you two," he says as he stands up, extending a hand towards Gabriel. "Let's get out of here and grab a beer. I could use a drink after that closet."

Gabriel nods in agreement, a small smile still playing at his lips. "Lead the way, boss," he says playfully, falling into step beside Max as they make their way out of the apartment and into the warm night air.

Max and Gabriel return to the apartment after a few hours, feeling relaxed and content after their night out. As they enter the apartment, they see that Sil is fast asleep on the bed, his lithe form uncovered and exposed in the warm summer night.

Max pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of his little brother, feeling a swell of affection and protectiveness wash over him. "Let's let him sleep," he says softly to Gabriel, his voice barely above a whisper. "He looks peaceful."

Gabriel nods in agreement, his eyes also fixed on Sil's slumbering form. "Yeah," he says quietly. "He looks happy."

They both stand there for a few moments longer, drinking in the sight of Sil, their little brother and bandmate, peaceful and content in his sleep. And for once, nothing else matters.

Max and Gabriel exchange a glance, both feeling a frisson of desire that they can't quite ignore. Sil's body is intoxicatingly beautiful, his lean form sprawled out on the bed like a feast waiting to be devoured.

Max takes a step forward, his hands shaking slightly with anticipation as he looks down at his little brother. He's never been attracted to men before, but there's something about Sil that just sets him on fire.

Gabriel follows suit, his eyes fixed on Sil's exposed form as he tentatively reaches out and strokes a hand over his waist. Sil stirs slightly under their touch, a soft moan escaping his lips as he shifts against the sheets.

Max leans down and presses a soft kiss to Sil's lips, his hand stroking over his chest as he feels his cock growing hard against his jeans. "God, you're so hot," he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal.

Gabriel reaches down and starts unbuttoning his own shirt, his dark eyes fixed on Sil's form as he strips off his clothes. "Come on, Max," he says huskily. "Let's make him feel good."

Max and Gabriel exchange a glance, both feeling a surge of desire at Sil's words. They've been resisting their attraction to their little brother for so long, but now that they're here, with him, in this small room, it feels like there's no turning back.

Sil's smile only intensifies their longing for him, and Max leans down to kiss him again, his hand trailing down the length of Sil's lean body until he's stroking his hardening cock. "We've been wanting this for so long, baby," he says, his voice rough with desire. "You have no idea."

Gabriel strips off the rest of his clothes, revealing his sculpted body to Sil and Max as he moves to the other side of the bed. "Let's make him feel good," he says huskily, running his hand over Sil's smooth stomach. "Together."

Sil's eyes darken with lust at their words, a shiver running through his body as he feels both of their hands on him. "God, yes," he moans, his hips bucking up against their touch. "Please."

And with that, all hesitation and reservations fall away, and Max and Gabriel give themselves over to each other and Sil, a tangled mass of limbs and pleasure in the warm summer night.