Triangle
			By Standing
	Triangle Matt and jay; matt narrates February 27, 2002 I stare hard at Jay, eyes narrowing as he looks innocently up into my gaze from the bed. “Are you boning my brother?” He hesitates in slight. “I’m boning you.” “Jay!” I yelp, disappointed and mildly annoyed. “What, Matt?” His voice matches my loud tone and he sits up to lock eyes with me. “You’re his goddamn BROTHER. You shouldn’t even be with him.” “You know I can’t do anything about that,” I say softly, offended. “And plus – that doesn’t matter.” He remains silent and looks away. “So you are sleeping with him,” My words fall flat. Silence. “Wow Jay, aren’t you a fucking stand-up guy,” I laugh bitterly. His eyes snap back. “Hey – before you go shitting on me, remember what you’re doing here,” He pauses. “You’re cheating on him too.” I falter; oh yeah. “So don’t go running to him,” He continues warningly. “Bitching your pretty little ass off over how unfaithful he is when you’re just as bad. Cheating on each other! You two are a mess.” “Oh, fuck off, Jay,” I snap and issue a sigh, sinking into a chair and rubbing my face. “You’re in it just as bad as we are. You’re involved too.” “I know,” He sighs and lies back on the bed. “What are we going to do?” “I don’t know,” I moan. He looks at me carefully. “You love him, or you wouldn’t be here right now, yelling at me.” I pause. “If I love him, I would never have gotten involved with you in the first place.” “I suppose,” He comments lightly and then dismisses the thought, growing more solemn. “Do you love him?” I stare at him and nod. Jay hesitates. “He says your name when we do it.” I smile. He returns it, albeit somewhat sadly, and turns his head to look away again. I know that he’s hurt. “What about you?” “What about me?” He counters easily, probably wishing he wasn’t the one that had to be involved in all of our shit. His eyes stare out the far window but absorb nothing. He’s too busy thinking. “Do you love him?” My words hang in the air and I listen closely as they dissipate into the past; he makes no answer. “Do you love me?” I try again, eyes searching as his body lies motionless on the hotel sheets. He’s slow to answer and his voice comes as a whisper. “That doesn’t matter.” “It matters to me.” “I’m not the one with the problems, Matt,” He scratches his bare stomach idly and my eyes fixate. “I’m not the one with the relationship. I’m just kind of the third wheel, picking up the trash when all is said and done.” “You do,” I whisper. He smiles faintly and serves me with a brief glance. “I do.” “I’m sorry, Jay,” I tell him with a desperate need to ease the pain he must be feeling. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” He waves his hand at me, dismissing my apology. “Oh, shut up. I knew what I was getting myself into on the first night I spent with you. And I took Jeff up on his offer knowing full well what that entailed, too. I knew it would end up like this one way or another,” He pauses in afterthought. “I made my own bed and now I’m laying in it, so just shut up.” “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen…” He shoots me a warning glance and I fall silent on the thought. After a moment of respective silence, I pipe up again. “You’re a killer lay.” He grins. Quiet sets in again. “Jeff was here tonight, huh?” “Yeah,” He replies me vaguely, disaffected. “Yeah,” I confirm. “I could smell you all over him. It was kind of nice; like the two people I love most were in rolled into one body.” He glances at me, eyes serious. “Don’t even go there right now, Matt. Seriously; I’m not fucking kidding.” My face can only register confusion. “It’s you and Jeff,” He begins to explain. “You and Jeff and there is no me, okay?” “But – “ “Okay?” He reasserts loudly. My protest dies and I comply. “Okay.” “You need to learn to simplify,” He tells me as he returns to that generalized, quiet tone of voice that I can’t read. “Sometimes the truth isn’t always the best way to handle a situation, and you have to make some sacrifices.” I feel my throat drying up. He’s right, of course. It’s not my place to love him, and certainly not my place to tell him that if I did – which I do, to some extent. To several extents, actually. But I need to be fixing things with Jeff; I need to be with Jeff. “So does that mean we’re done?” I ask hesitantly. He remains quiet, contemplative. “I don’t know what to do about Jeff.” I sigh, wringing my hands as he avoids my question. If he said it was done, I would never come back, but I don’t think I could walk out forever on my own. I like him too much. Love him too much. “Are you gonna tell him?” My question is meek, as my thoughts are elsewhere. “Tell him what?” He smiles, cocking his head. “I’m not doing your dirty work for you, buddy. If you want him to know that we’ve been fucking then you can tell him. I don’t suppose he’d mind, since he’s been doing it too, but just the same.” I groan, sinking deep into the chair and heaving a huge sigh. “When did this get so fucked up?” “I don’t know, man,” He empathizes. “But now’s a good time to fix it.” My eyes drop to the floor. “I can’t fix it.” “Why not?” I bite my lip. “Because I don’t think I could stop this thing that you and I have even if I wanted to.” Jay rolls onto his stomach and stares hard at me. “What thing? We don’t have a thing. I thought this was just established.” That stung, and I don’t bother to hide it. “Oh, goddamn it Matt,” He sighs and gets up, kneeling down and pulling me into his arms. “Remember how we weren’t supposed to get attached?” “You did. Why is it okay for you and wrong for me?” I ask from the crook of his neck. He’s so big and warm and strong; he just encompasses my whole body and makes me feel so safe. Jeff makes me feel like a protector; Jay makes me feel protected. He chuckles, rubbing my back. “Because I don’t have anyone to come home to. You’re supposed to be in love with your brother, you incestuous cocksucker!” I snort back laughter and pull away to look him in the eyes. “So what do I do?” His hands rub my arms and then rest on my knees as he nods to the door. “He only comes to me because he can tell that your mind is elsewhere. You go and you tell him that he’s your man and you forget about me, okay? I’m not worth losing what the two of you share.” As I walk out the door, I feel the weight of regret bearing down on me. If he only knew. Chapter 2 Triangle (installment two) The hardys; Matt narrates March 12, 2002 “I talked to Jay last night,” I comment passively to Jeff as we both mill around the kitchen, drumming up breakfast and coffee. “Oh?” Jeff’s eyes dart quickly to me, his interest piqued at the mere name. Anyone else would have been none the wiser. “About what?” “About how you’re fucking him.” The bowl of cereal he was carrying to the table slips out of his hand and shatters on the floor, contents exploding over the white linoleum tile. His eyes are in shock as he stares at me. I eye him back and shrug. “Don’t worry about it.” He hesitates, confused. “What?” “I said don’t worry about it,” I repeat, taking a test sip of my coffee after a third spoonful of sugar. “I’m fucking him too.” If he had something else in his hand, I’m sure he would have dropped it. Luckily for our supply of dishware, Jeff is a cereal-only type of guy. “I … WHAT?” “You’re fucking Jay. I’m fucking Jay. We’re even,” I spell it out for him, adding more cream to my mug. He blinks. “You’re making coffee and telling me that we’re both cheating on each other with the same guy and that it’s okay.” I ponder. “It would appear that way, wouldn’t it?” His mouth is agape and he’s fidgeting, not knowing what to do with his hands. “Why is this so hard for me to understand right now?” “Because, Jeff,” I sigh. “You thought that I’d never find out, and that if I did I’d skin you alive.” I move past him to sit at the table, casually waiting for the questions I can practically read on the tip of his tongue. “Oh,” He says slowly and then remains silent. I feel myself being scrutinized sharply and then it’s gone; he sits down across from me. “So how come?” I smile inwardly at the fact that I can predict his every reaction almost faster than he can think them up. A pause in thought leaves me to realize that I can’t unearth a straight answer. “I don’t really know, Jeff.” He’s confused again. “What do you mean, you don’t know? You’re cheating on me but you don’t have a reason to? Damn, at least I had a reason,” His eyes soak me in, annoyed. An afterthought: “You dick.” I want to laugh, but I realize that it would be inappropriate. Instead, I indulge him because I know he’s dying to tell me his. “Alright, so what was your reason?” He hesitates. “I thought you were sleeping with someone else.” We burst into laughter. Amusement subsides after a couple rounds of calming down, looking at each other, and then cracking up again. It really shouldn’t be as funny as it is. The twinkle fades from Jeff’s eyes as he realizes that I never gave him a reason as to why I was cheating. “Was it because I don’t like talking about shit?” I consider the idea. “No, I don’t think so.” “Was it cos I’m your brother?” “No way,” I assert strongly. I hate how he always brings that up. I hate how he’s so certain I’d let that stop me. I’ve actually come to completely disregard our relation in that sense. He pauses. “Was it because he’s hotter than me?” “Definitely not,” I grin. “Well then what the fuck, Matthew?” He cries, frustrated with me. “What did I do?” I lean onto my elbows, feeling like a bad person. “I don’t really know. Maybe nothing. Maybe it was me.” He looks nervous, biting down on his lip. “Do you love him?” I remain silent, not entirely sure I’m ready to answer that right now. “Do you?” “I asked you first.” I sigh. “I think … maybe.” He sighs too. “Yeah.” “You think you do too?” I can’t help but smile. “Maybe.” I laugh, leaning back in the wooden chair. “Well, isn’t this interesting.” Silence ensues. “Hey Matt?” Jeff’s voice is soft and he’s become downright scared. I feel the concern welling up inside as I stare at him. “Yeah?” “Do you still love me?” The fact that he even has to ask that question burns. “More than anything,” I reply. Reaching across the table, I lace our fingers and catch deep into his eyes. He nods in slight, returning my gaze. “I love you too.” We share a smile and his fingers tighten around mine, still dazing in the echo of our last words. -- We’re in the living room later this morning after picking up Jeff’s mess. He’s leaning against the doorframe as I slouch deep into the couch cushions. We’re quiet, the house is quiet. Minutes trudge like dying soldiers. I swallow. “I think maybe,” My voice is tentative in breaking the silence. “I did it because I was tired of how perfect we are.” Jeff’s attention is called but he makes no reply. His eyes are trained on me and full of question. I take a deep breath. “This is hard for me to try and describe because it doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you. It doesn’t mean I love you any less. It’s just that I think I wanted something different from what we had but I was afraid to ask you cos there was really nothing wrong. There’s always love and support and laughing and really great sex – “ I pause as he grins. “But I mean, there’s never any question about anything. There’s nothing to expect because everything is so fucking perfect. It’s amazing to have that, but at the same time I think I wanted some excitement and I wanted to do something dangerous. I didn’t want to change what we had but I wanted something more and I fucked up.” I stop, looking at him closely. “Does that make sense?” He nods slowly. “It makes a lot of sense. Too much sense, actually.” Drifting away from the doorframe, Jeff comes to sit beside me and I scoot down to be able to lay my head in his lap. “A lot of times I feel the same way; Jay kind of served that purpose for me too.” I smile, feeling slightly relieved but at the same time darkened. “You see what I mean? We’re too much of the same person. Too goddamn compatible. We’re cheating on each other and still everything is okay. We never disagree on anything, or we can empathize and there’s no problem. There’s no passion anymore.” “Yeah, I know,” He agrees sadly, stroking my forehead. “Fuck empathy.” I sigh. “I guess if we’re never going to fight, we had to spice it up somehow.” A long pause. Then: “Idea.” I shift my head on Jeff’s thigh to look up at him, inquiring. He leans down over me, lips brushing my ear as he smiles. “Let’s have a threesome.” Chapter three Triangle (installment three) The Hardys & Jason; Matt narrates March 23, 2002 He looks nervous as we stand in his doorway. Jeff’s arms are looped around my waist and he stands behind me with his chin resting on my shoulder. “Hello, Jason,” I greet him with a smile that I know matches my brother’s. “What are you guys doing here?” He asks warily, eyeing as Jeff’s lips nuzzle against my neck. My smile widens. “What do you mean?” I ask innocently. “It’s what we do.” “I told you not to come back.” I grin as my brother and I advance on Jay. He moves back a step, and then another. We close the door. “Well you know,” I begin as Jeff sidles up to Jay and slips an arm around the front of his waist. Jay looks at him nervously and is fed with a sexy smile as I continue, reaching his other side and wrapping an arm around his neck. “I was going to listen to you, but then me and Jeff got to talking,” My tongue darts out against his neck. “And we decided that you were too amazing …” “Too beautiful,” Jeff whispers as his lips press against Jay’s bare shoulder. “… Too sexy for us to leave you alone.” Jay sighs against us. “Oh, fuck, you guys.” Jeff sucks along his neck, scratching blue fingernails across his bare hipbone. My nose is running along his cheek and I kiss the corner of his mouth. “Please don’t do this to me, you know that I can’t say no.” I smile. “That’s the point.” He sighs in defeat as we push him gently back onto the bed. “So you’re okay with pissing in my cheerios.” I shake my head, crawling up over him to straddle his body on all fours. “This isn’t a one-off, Jay,” I speak what I know he’s thinking. I hover over his face as Jeff is slipping his fingers into the waist of my pants and grinding into my backside. I falter, sucking in a breath over Jay’s trembling lips. “This is a proposition.” His eyes are somewhere between “fuck me now” and “what the hell are you talking about?” Jeff leans over my back to call his attention, but I’m sure his hand sneaking beneath me to squeeze into Jay’s boxers did a better job of it. “We know you care,” He grins. “And we wanna be with you too.” Jay looks to me again in protest but I close my mouth convincingly over his and tease his tongue until the words have faded from his throat. “Say yes,” I coax him as we break off. “Please say yes,” Jeff adds in a whisper. “I … I can’t,” Jay sighs. “Shit like this doesn’t work.” “We can make it work. We need it to work. We need you,” I insist. “I can’t.” “You can!” Jeff demands, squeezing harder this time and making Jay’s body jump up to meet mine as he sucks in a sharp breath. “We love each other and we love YOU.” “I don’t –“ “Yes you do,” I cut him off, staring determinedly into his eyes. “You’ll miss us too much.” He hesitates. “Three’s a crowd.” “Two gets old real quick,” I reply. This sinks in slowly. His eyes become accusing and sarcastic. “So you’re bored. Just going to use me some more, hmm?” Aw, fuck. I hadn’t meant it to come out like that. I sigh, climbing off him to sit beside. Jeff’s shoulders slump with disappointment as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed with his head bowed. “It’s not like that, Jay.” “Then how’s it like?” I sigh, not sure how to begin. To my relief, Jeff turns to face us, picking up my slack. “All we did today was talk about you. The time I spent with you and the time Matt spent with you was incredible and we both admit how much we feel about you. Now maybe we are bored with each other – I mean, we cheated, right? But that doesn’t mean we love you any less. I don’t want to use you, and I sure as hell know that Matt doesn’t. We both agreed that we don’t want to stop seeing you.” “So here we are,” I continue. “Seeing you.” Jay sits up, looking back and forth between us. “You’re lying. You love each other; you can’t love two people.” “Isn’t that a bit hypocritical of you, Jay?” I ask tentatively. He studies me carefully before falling back to the mattress and curling up. “I hate you guys,” He mumbles quietly. Jeff crawls forward on the bed and leans down to kiss Jay’s cheek and strokes his neck lightly. “Please give us a chance? We’re not going to hurt you. I promise.” Jay simply nods, unmoving. Jeff glances at me, asking silently whether or not that was the green light. I give him a nod and he turns back to the object of our affection, pushing him onto his back and crawling to sit on his hips. Jay is still reluctant as he accepts Jeff’s lips and I know that it might take a while to ease his nerves. I move toward them as Jeff kisses Jay slowly and deliberately, forcing him to relax. On my knees, I pull off my shoes and loop my arms around Jeff’s belt, unhitching it and yanking it from his pants to toss it on the floor. Jeff’s fingers are working delicately at Jay’s hair as he leans on his elbows, one at either side of Jay’s head. Fingers scratch lazily at his head, combing out the gorgeous blonde strands, and Jay’s arms hesitantly circle Jeff’s neck. I smile, giving Jeff’s ass a congratulatory slap for easy him into it. He yelps into Jay’s mouth and then breaks off, lifting his head and turning to look at me with a smile. “Getting lonely back there already?” “Carry on,” I grin, stripping down to my boxers and flexing for his benefit. “Fuck, Jeff,” Jay whispers as he and my brother turn back to each other. “You are a lucky man.” “He’s ours now,” Jeff grins and they return to their make-out session. I watch them, surprised at how much it’s provoking my excitement. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen as the two men I adore more than anything in this world are kissing quickly, slowly, in soft pecks and long dances, short of breath and sighing into each other. Warm waves wash over my body and I’m grinning wildly at this dream come true. I regret not being there when they had been doing this on other nights. They’re beginning to rough-house; Jay’s fists are clenching Jeff’s hair and grabbing handfuls of skin on his back. Jeff is getting him worked up good as he pauses momentarily to push the denim from his hips. Down to his boxers, Jeff shoots me a heavy smile before returning to Jay’s mouth and grating his hardening cock against Jay’s underwear. The taunting evokes a protesting groan from Jay and he rolls my brother onto his back to take control. He pulls Jeff’s shirt off and pauses to look at me. “Are you just going to sit there and jerk off all night?” “I was thinking about it,” I grin as I crawl over to them and lean in to search Jay’s mouth. A prodding tongue pulls me back into its embrace and I wrap myself around Jay as he remains perched on Jeff’s hips, grinding roughly into him. Jeff’s soft whimper makes the blood pound into my erection. Jay breaks away from me and returns his mouth to Jeff’s, rising onto his hands and knees to expose Jeff’s underwear. Reaching between Jay’s legs, I pull the boxers from Jeff’s waist and leave him completely naked on the sheets. I begin to wonder if he’s even noticed until his hips lift and he wraps ankles around Jay’s waist, pressing their erections tightly together. I climb up so that I’m kneeling behind Jay. A moment passes as it takes me a good deal of prodding to get them to stop a minute to take his boxers off. Jeff resumes position and the heat is stifling as I join them, grinding suggestively at Jay’s backside through the only clothing that is left between the three of us. “Oh, fuck,” Jay hisses, burying his face into Jeff’s neck to suck at the sweet skin that I know so well. Jeff’s eyelids flutter and I meet his gaze. We share a smile and I lean over Jay’s back, nipping along his spine and running my hands over his ass. The soft flesh is warm and tightens at my touch; I force my thumb into his cleft and run it all the way down, over his entrance and between his legs to press at the skin that lies between it and his erection. Jay’s hips jolt with surprise and his whole body shudders with the satisfaction of my tweaking that spot. His breathing is hitched as I continue and Jeff recaptures his trembling lips. With both of my lovers as well as my excitable self sporting full lengths, I continue my position as catalyst and leave the bed. Rooting around in the many pockets of Jeff’s cargo jeans, I finally unearth a tube of lubricant and return to Jay’s backside. The tube is placed aside once I coat my hands with a thin layer. I lean over Jay’s back and snake my hand between them to get a hold of his hard length, beginning a slow stroke. Jay’s response is eager and his throat vocalizes a low rumbling as my fingers slide up and down the warm throbbing of his shaft. My other hand links with his and he collects the lube from my palm before reaching down to prod at Jeff’s entrance. Jeff’s eyes crush closed and his mouth purses as Jay slides a finger in. His lips part in a quiet moan of approval, though his tense body is still trying to get a feel for the invasion. Jay works him for a few moments more, kissing sweetly over his stomach before readying another. I grin like hell. Much to Jay’s apparent surprise, I enter one of my slicked digits into his hole as he’s slowly feeding Jeff a second finger. The result is a jump from his body and a pained cry from Jeff as Jay’s fingers jerk farther inside of him. “Oh, fuck! I’m sorry, Jeff,” Jay apologizes quickly, pulling out. Behind him, I snort back laughter and Jeff glares at me. “You think that’s funny, huh?” He accuses with a slight smile on his face. I bite my lip to keep from laughing again. If I start laughing when I’m horny, it’s almost guaranteed that I won’t ever stop. I stop thinking about laughing, because Jeff adjusts beneath Jay and knees me in the balls. I grunt half in pain and half in arousal as I fall onto Jay’s back, feeling like a train ran over me but swollen and bursting beyond belief. “How do you feel now?” Jeff smirks. I snort again. “Like you just almost made me fucking shoot everywhere.” “Does this happen a lot?” Jay asks, looking between us. Jeff snickers. “No, we usually save it until after we have sex. Sometimes Matt just likes to be a bitch.” “It was an accident!” I defend. “Like hell it was, Jay he was trying to impale me on your fist.” “I think he was trying to shove his finger out my belly button, actually.” “Well then here’s to second chances,” I reply with a wicked grin and quickly slip my finger inside once again. Jay lets out a heavy grunt in surprise and immediately tightens around me. “Thanks for the warning, you dick.” I grin. “Oh, that’ll come soon enough.” “Hahha, come,” Jeff snickers. “I think I like you guys better one at a time,” Jay muses. Silence finally descends as the only thing that comes to exist is fingers and muscles and heat. The three of us are near motionless, save a lot of shifting and a little pumping. Jeff’s hands grasp Jay’s shoulders and we pant with three voices in unison, preparing one another. After endless moments of staring at Jeff’s face, screwed tightly into itself, I watch as it begins to relax. He relaxes and pushes back into Jay’s fingers and like a ripple, Jay pushes back into mine. The lube is unearthed from the sheets again and I lather up before handing off to Jay. My hands busy themselves with Jay’s taught thighs as I wait for him. My cock presses against his entrance impatiently. “Will you wait a second?” Jay snaps in that voice you only use when you’ve got a load to spill. I grunt at him with my load-to-spill grunt. “Hurry up!” “I’m fucking hurrying, why don’t you calm down,” He says distractedly, trying to screw the cap back on the tube. I snatch the tube from his hand and throw it across the room. “Problem solved!” I grunt again, pushing into him. Jay’s back arches violently and he hisses a cry. “FUCK, you impatient bastard!” “I CAN’T HELP IT, I’VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG WHILE YOU TWO MAKE OUT AND FUCKING GO AT IT AND PLEASE LET’S ALL JUST HAVE SEX NOW.” They both pause. “You are so sexy when you’re pissed off, Matt,” Jeff whispers in awe. “Have I ever told you that?” “Less talk, please less talk,” I beg. He grins. “You’re so hot.” “I hate you, Jeff. I really do.” Talk is abruptly ended as Jay slowly and without warning pushes into Jeff’s enveloping orifice. Jeff writhes slightly, gasping for breath as he becomes fuller and fuller of the pulsating heat. As far as Jeff’s body will allow, Jay is pressed tightly and leans down to kiss him as he shifts and squirms against Jay’s erection. With Jay fully set, I begin to sink into him and his body jitters beneath me with the force. Clutching at his hips, I feel him welcoming me and crushing me and holding me snug inside of him. We sit in the wake of violation, waiting. Bodies adjusting, bodies panting and bodies on fire. We’re burning alive together as the movement begins. The in and the out, the quickening of breath, the moans and the groans and the whispering words. It’s slow and steady but it’s full and hard and multiplied and my blood is pounding as we rock together, three people synchronized and three people slipping from sanity at the same time. Jay moves back and envelops me. He moves forward and fills Jeff to the brim. He moves back and I meet him halfway. It’s ripples, it’s an endless circle, it’s infinity. On and on, we pound and slam and voices and skin on skin. Jeff’s crying out for more and Jay’s crying out for more and I’m just plain crying out. The beauty is that we all want the same thing. Each other. Striving for that connection, that union and that ever-mystifying release, we assault one another with hardness and wetness and the primal need to force everything into explosion as fast as possible. I’m losing my mind, trying to understand the physics of three bodies feeling and wanting the same exact things in the same exact moments when I realize that most of Isaac Newton’s theories probably did not hit him while he was giving it to some guy’s ass. Jeff’s low, humming wail begins to climb towards a crescendo as Jay begins to need it more, begins to move faster and drive into him deeper and fall back into me harder. I shift and turn inside of Jay until I hear the sweet, uncontrollable cry of his defeat; I found his prostate. With target set in motion, I double my efforts until Jay is nearly sobbing with the need to release. He strokes Jeff hard and fast and the two of us hold off as much as possible, giving my brother everything he needs to come like wildfire and ice into Jay’s eager palm. Chest heaving, he kisses Jay quickly before reach over his shoulder to take my hand. Our fingers lace and the force gets stronger; I’m heaving into Jay with everything I have and he follows suite, pounding your eyes closed and your fingers tight over mine. It doesn’t take much more before Jay’s body locks up and he holds his breath, exploding into you with the jerk of his hips and shaking limbs. I follow right after him, eyes squeezed shut as the strongest of sensations stampedes over my nerves until I can’t feel anything but lightness. I start to think that I’m floating like a feather as I burst into Jay’s warm tunnel. Once there’s nothing left, I collapse back to Earth, landing on Jay’s warm, damp back. Three bodies heaving, three bodies sated and blissfully united. “That was …” Jay breathes between overflowing lungfuls of air. “Incredible.” Jeff smiles, entwining his free hand in Jay’s hair. “This was a good idea.” “This was an amazing idea,” I agree. “Christ, I’m so happy you’re boring, Jeff.” “Yeah, you too Matthew,” He sticks his tongue out. “I really love you guys,” Jay whispers softly as his cheek lay flat against Jeff’s chest. I carefully remove myself from his backside and Jay does the same with Jeff. Shakily, I crawl up the bed to pull Jay into my arms. “We love you too. I love you. You know I’d never do anything to hurt you, and if we weren’t serious about this, you know I wouldn’t let it happen.” Jay nods. “I believe you. This is insanity but I believe you.” Jeff sits up to meet us, wrapping an arm around both of our necks. “It’ll work out, Jase,” He grins, kissing us both. “And if not, then at least we can say that we had a bunch of big orgies together.” “Way to look on the bright side, Jeff,” I roll my eyes. Jay laughs and then disentangles himself from our limbs to lie back on the bed. We each take a side and wrap each other up in our body warmth. After a satisfying moment of silence, Jay’s whisper drifts into my ear. “So here’s a question.” “Hm?” He raises an eyebrow. “How do we pick who gets to be in the middle next time?”