the sea does not like to be restrained

Will is staying at Percy’s flat for no particular reason other than wanting to spend some time together in between work and classes, and it’s nice to not have to second guess himself or have to try to come up with an excuse to justify the time they’re spending together in his own mind. While it may have taken Will a little while after their vacation and his outburst on the beach, Will finally feels like he belongs here, like he belongs in Percy’s life. 

For a moment, Will thinks he might be able to drift back off to sleep. The steady rise and fall of Percy’s chest against his back lulls him into a state of calm, as does the comforting warmth all around him. It doesn’t last for long, however, because once Will is awake, there is rarely any going back. More often than not, it becomes impossible to fall asleep again, and Will can already feel himself getting restless. 

The sun is streaming in through the curtains, tinting the bedroom in a golden glow. Will tries to let himself linger for a minute longer and enjoy the quiet, but it’s futile exercise.Gingerly, Will pulls himself out of Percy’s embrace and climbs out of bed before his stirring can wake Percy up as well. In his absence, Percy buries himself deeper into the sheets, and Will smiles to himself as he watches.

Stepping away from the bed, Will stretches and rubs his eyes before he combs his fingers through his hair even though he knows there is no saving his tangled curls. As quietly as he can, Will pads over to Percy’s closet, taking some underwear before he snatches up Percy’s shirt from yesterday, still discarded on the floor by the bed.

Mornings tend to feel especially peaceful to Will. While Percy sleeps in, he gets to just exist for a little while and enjoy the quiet by himself. Once he’s in the living room and has closed the bedroom door behind him, steadfastly refusing to look over his dishevelled appearance in the mirror as he passes, Will goes about pushing the curtains aside and opening up the windows throughout Percy’s living room to allow the early morning sun in. It’s properly spring again, the sun is out and  temperatures are finally rising and Will, for one, is glad for it. 

Even so, when Will cracks open the door that leads to the balcony, the air that seeps in is still a little chilly. Goosebumps spread over his arms as Will stands on the threshold for a moment, drinking it all in. From up here, the noise of the city below is quiet and distant. Iit feels like Percy and him exist in their own little world, separate from anyone else. 

After another moment, Will pulls away and heads toward the kitchen. Normally, he’d start making some coffee, but given the early hour Will settles for getting himself a mug out of the cupboard and starting the kettle for some tea instead. He’s rifling through Percy’s tea collection, which consists almost entirely of teas that Percy bought for Will to begin with - even though Percy liked to pretend that isn’t the case. 

Will finds himself lost in thought, the sound of water starting to boil filling the kitchen and the endless selection of tea at his fingertips. He picks out something with raspberries and lemongrass when he hears a dull thud like something being set down over in the living room. Will doesn’t bother turning around or peeking into the next room over, assuming Percy must’ve gotten up after all. It’s very early for Percy, but maybe Will hadn’t been as quiet as he thought and woken the other up accidentally after all. He pulls a second cup from the shelf, finds another tea bag - white tea and jasmine. 

Will doesn’t suspect anything amiss and pours the hot water into both cups, humming quietly as the tea steeps - until the kitchen door creaks open and rather than Percy’s rough morning voice, Will hears a stranger’s quiet “Oh.” behind him. 

Will’s blood freezes, already a million terrible scenarios running through his mind as he slowly, carefully turns around, one hand clutching his very hot cup of tea as if that’s going to do anything as far as defending himself. 

There’s a man in the doorway, roughly Percy’s height, maybe an inch at most. He’s dressed smartly, slacks and suit jacket and baby blue dress shirt with the tie loosened around his neck. There’s a pair of dark glasses pushed up into his blond hair, fogged up from the heat of the flat. 

He’s regarding Will with bright blue eyes, curious and luckily not at all hostile. 

“I’m … guessing you must be Will?” The man says and, just like that, it clicks for Will. There are very few people who Will imagines have a key to Percy’s flat and even fewer who would guess who he was without having met him before.

This has to be Jason, there’s no one else it could be. Of course, Percy’s husband has to look like actual Adonis coming down from above to grace the mortal realms. He’s pale in comparison to Will’s own skin tone, and while his features are strong, his face still reads as kind. Beyond that, it’s more than clear he takes good care of himself and even his fancy clothes don’t hide how toned he is in the slightest. 

Will feels a little weak on his feet standing across this man in nothing but Percy’s shirt and underwear.

Will nods hesitantly. He shouldn’t be scared, but knowing that doesn’t change the nervous flutter of his heart. Percy and him had talked about the whole situation at length, more than once, only a couple of weeks ago. After Will had finally confronted Percy about his doubts, it was clear that they needed to be a lot more open about all the details of their… unconventional situation. So, in theory, Will is aware that Jason has always known about him and has always been fine with Percy and his relationship. Theory and practice, however, are two very different things. Will can only suspect that finding your husband’s boyfriend in your kitchen, barely dressed and with hickeys all over his neck, is quite different from abstractly knowing about the boyfriend in the first place.

“Thought so. Nice to meet you.” Jason says, although this time there is a smile on his face. Will manages to relax a little, it’s a nice smile, open and honest. He can work with this. Jason takes a step toward him and offers a hand.

“I’m Jason – guessing my idiot husband forgot to tell you I’m coming home today?” Jason’s tone is amused, fond even. He doesn’t look angry, annoyed or weirded out, and Will takes that as a good sign for now. This is going better than he’d expect an unannounced meeting to go anyhow, especially while he is in a definite state of undress. 

Will sets his tea down on the counter and takes Jason’s offered head, more holding than shaking it, with words still escaping him. He’s going to have a rather stern conversation about this with Percy later, that much is certain, but for now he’s mostly trying to figure out how to escape this situation mostly unscathed.

Jason sighs dramatically, but he doesn’t look annoyed, not really. He must be playing it up, trying to amuse Will, maybe, or maybe attempting to ease the tension. The hand lingers for a second longer before it’s gone again, and Will’s cheeks warm when he realises how long he’d held on.

“Sorry for spooking you – I… we can chat later?” Jason offers and there is that smile again. It’s doing something to Will, certainly, but he’s also most definitely not going to think about that now, or maybe ever. “Guessing you probably wanna get dressed first.”

Will feels his already pink cheeks redden even further, sure that by now, the blush is creeping down his neck. He only credits his incredible self control for not bolting right away.

Instead, he even manages to murmur a quiet thank you before he walks at a perfectly normal place back into Percy’s bedroom and shuts the door gently and quietly and not at all in a panic. 

Once the door is closed behind him however, the pretence falls away immediately and Will sags. He’s honestly a little overwhelmed and more than a little angry – so rather than waking Percy up gently the way he normally would, Will hops onto the bed, grabs a pillow and hits Percy square in the shoulder. 

Percy groans and turns over, looking up at Will with an expression that can only be described as betrayed, and this time, Will hits him squarely in the chest with the pillow. It’s playful rather than aggressive, mostly because Will can’t help being a little amused at Percy’s dumbfounded expression. Even so, Will can’t deny still being somewhat mad at Percy, too. When he pulls the pillow away and Percy looks up at him with confusion, however, Will’s resolve to be angry crumbles.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Will hisses, and Percy looks even more clueless than before. The audacity of it all almost makes Will want to actually hit Percy, and not with a pillow, but the thought is fleeting and Will knows he wouldn’t ever seriously consider harm. 

“I just met your husband while wearing nothing but your goddamn shirt and briefs.” Will clarifies then, following his words with another hit of the pillow, by now only half-heartedly flapping it against Percy’s chest. “I’ve got the absolute worst bed-hair and I’m covered in goddamn hickeys. You know, just in case he had any doubts about what you did to me last night.” Will gives Percy a last shove with the pillow, as if to underline his point. 

Percy only laughs, the asshole.

“Don’t worry, I bet he enjoyed the view.” Percy mumbles, as if that actually explains anything, or makes Will feel any better. Percy doesn’t elaborate though, and instead only takes the pillow from Will to prop himself up on an elbow. “I…genuinely forgot to tell you, I promise this wasn’t some evil plan. I’m sorry.” 

Percy runs a hand through his hair as he speaks and looks genuinely remorseful, and Will hates how weak a simple gesture like that makes him. Will scoffs, even if he believes Percy. As cheeky as Percy might be sometimes, he would never intentionally spring something like this on Will unannounced, certainly not after all the effort they’ve made to better communicate and understand each other the past few weeks.

Percy grins at Will, like he knows full well that Will is not genuinely angry with him, or at that he’s struggling to stay that way. When Percy raises up a little higher to press a small kiss to Will’s lips, Will doesn’t find it in himself to pull away, most likely proving Percy’s assumption right. 

“I’m sorry.” Percy whispers again, words clearly sincere. Will only huffs and kisses him again, nothing more than a quick peck, before he pulls away.

“Alright, better say good morning then.” Percy mumbles and winks at Will before he rolls out of bed reluctantly. Will almost forgot again how early it still was, and for a second his thoughts get caught on what Jason and Percy might have done with their morning if Will hadn’t provided an unintentional surprise.

“Just… join whenever you’re ready?” Percy adds after a moment. There’s a hint of concern in Percy’s voice, so Will makes sure to give Percy a nod and a small smile. It’s a little freaky, and certainly unexpected,Will can’t deny that, but all in all, it’s not half as bad as it seemed a few moments ago. 

Jason is clearly handling it a lot better than Will, which might not be a high bar to meet, but given that it is a surprise to him as well, Will is glad for his calmness even so. Percy sneaks another kiss once he’s pulled some sweats on, then leaves the bedroom and closes the door behind himself, leaving Will alone.

Will takes his time getting ready, mostly so he can take a moment to calm down, too. There is no getting around this now, that much is clear, and while he and Percy had spoken about the possibility of Will meeting Jason before, Will hadn’t really anticipated the day coming so soon. More than that, Will had expected their introduction to be a lot more civilised than Will half naked in the kitchen and neither of them knowing about it beforehand. He doesn’t like the idea of rubbing his relationship with Percy in Jason’s face, it seems unfair, maybe even cruel – even if from the looks of it, Jason hadn’t been particularly bothered by it at all.

Will decides to do the only thing he can do, really: he’s going to take things as they come. He’s not going to overthink and make a bigger deal out of it than it is, or well, at least he’s going to try avoiding getting into his own head as much as he can.

By the time Will is ready, having taken much longer than he normally does, Percy and Jason aren’t anywhere to be seen, which means they must still be in the kitchen. Will takes a few steps across the living room when Jason’s voice floating out from the open door stops him. 

“He is… something alright.” Jason says quietly, followed by a huff of laughter. “I know that’s not why you’re fond of him but…” Jason trails off, his unsaid words left hanging in the air. 

The hairs are standing at the back of Will’s neck, and his skin tingles with something that might be anticipation. He should alert them to his presence, really, rather than eavesdropping on them talking about him but… well. Sue him for being curious.

“Told you that you’d like him.” Percy replies, and even though Will can’t see his face, he’d bet that Percy is smirking. The words make Will blush – it shouldn’t be surprising to know that they’ve talked about him before, but witnessing it first hand like this feels strange even so. 

Jason laughs again, softer this time, and the next words are so quiet that Will can barely make them out from his position halfway across the living room. It sounds like an ‘I missed you’, but Will really can’t be sure, and it’s precisely at that point when he starts to feel incredibly guilty for eavesdropping in the first place.  God, he hopes they haven’t caught on to him listening. 

Twisting his hands together, Will takes the remaining few steps down the hall and peers into the kitchen, only the sound of the coffee maker quietly gurgling to be heard over his steps now. 

The reason for the quiet becomes obvious once Will’s eyes fall on Percy and Jason where they’re standing pressed together against a counter. Will freezes on the threshold, eyes wide as he takes in the scene in front of him, utterly failing not to stare. 

Percy’s got his arms around Jason’s neck, kissing him like his life depends on it, like he needs it to breathe and Jason appears to be just as dependent on the contact, hands splayed on Percy’s back where he’s holding him close. It’s no wonder that neither of them notices Will, so wrapped up in one another that the world around them must have fallen away entirely. It’s an effect Will has certainly experienced while being around Percy himself.

It should be strange for Will, seeing Percy with someone else, but somehow this is anything but. The way they fit together naturally, practised and perfect, makes heat creep up Will’s spine, the thought of other ways they fit together unbidden but unshakable.

Will is only stuck in place for a few seconds, but even those few make him feel like he’s been intruding far too long. It’s nothing but luck that neither Percy nor Jason have noticed him and the mere thought of them catching him looking leaves him mortified.  Will’s face is flaming red as he turns back, practically fleeing the kitchen.

He’s not overreacting, or at least he tells himself as much as his feet take him quickly across the living room and out to the balcony. The sound of the door being wrenched open is jarring in the quiet, but it doesn’t stop Will from stepping out into the still chilly morning air. It slows him down, his spiralling thoughts and his heart beating just a little too fast. 

Will takes a deep breath and wraps his hands around the railing, cold metal under his palms and fresh air in his lungs helping him find his centre again. Maybe he is overreacting a bit after all. They didn’t see him, and even if they did, he doubts they’d care nearly as much as Will does. 

It’s clear they missed each other, from what Will has gathered it had been a few weeks since either of them could make the trip in person, so it’s not like he could blame them even if he wanted to. They’re married, and Will is making a much bigger fuzz than the situation warrants, even if he’s only making it by himself.

It wasn’t seeing them kiss, or seeing them together, that freaked Will out, though. It was that the sight of them together had sent a strange thrill down his spine, one Will really doesn’t know what to make of, or wants to analyse too closely. He’s more spooked by his own reaction than anything they’ve done to bring it on, and Will can’t figure out if that makes it better or worse. 

It takes him a few long, quiet moments to get a grip and rationalise his little freak-out – and to at least be grateful that no one had borne witness to it.  He doesn’t head back inside even when he’s calmed down, though, feeling rather idiotic about his reaction now that he’s removed himself from the situation. Even if neither Percy nor Jason noticed, freaking out this much over a kiss doesn’t bode particularly well for him and the days to come.

Percy finds Will some time later with a new, hot cup of tea and a soft smile on his lips. He seems to sense something is off, but he’s never pressured Will to talk before and Will is glad that Percy doesn’t now, either. Silently, he takes the tea into his hands and leans back over the railing again, quiet until Percy speaks up.

“Thanks.” Percy mumbles quietly and leans himself against the railing right next to Will, shoulders touching. “For giving us a moment, I mean.”

Will softens and the remnants of his earlier anxiety ease a little more. This is enough proof to know that even if he’d been spotted earlier, it wouldn’t have mattered at all.

“Of course.” Will replies just as quietly, and he means it too. 

Granted, seeing Jason in reality was different than knowing about him in theory, but Will finds that, the more he thinks about it, the less it actually changes anything about their situation for him. Percy still smiles at him, full of affection and fondness, and when Will leans closer to steal a kiss, Percy meets him halfway. It’s sweet and if nothing else, it reassures Will that between the two of them, nothing has really changed at all. 

~*~

It’s May by the time Will ends up meeting Jason again. Percy calls Will about it a few days before this time, rather than forgetting all about it, but it’s not to ask Will to stay away. It’s to invite him to dinner with them.

“Just the three of us.” Percy says, as if he’s asking Will to hang out with some friends rather than spend a night in with him and his husband. “I don’t want to go anywhere fancy, just rent a dumb movie and make some food at home.”

Will almost declines right away, mostly because he feels guilty for taking up their time on what otherwise might be a romantic evening for the two of them. Percy’s been to San Francisco a few times since Will met Jason earlier in the year, but even so, the thought of intruding on their little time together leaves Will uneasy. 

“I don’t know, Percy.” Will says honestly and combs his fingers through his hair, grimacing at the tangles getting caught by the motion. There is no use beating around the bush, because Percy is just as good as Will when it comes to reading between the lines – which is to say he usually doesn’t even pick up on there being anything between the lines in the first place.

“Sounds like you’re inviting me to date night. You sure Jason is okay with that?” 

It’s quiet for a moment, and Will is left wondering if he’s hit a sore spot. 

“Uh… he actually was the one who had the idea.” Percy says after a while and Will can’t stop the surprised huff that leaves his lips at that. It only makes Percy seem to struggle more with the explanation that follows: “Yeah, I… obviously, I would be happy if you came but if you don’t… I know this is probably a bit weird for you.“

Percy wouldn’t be asking if they didn’t want him around, Will knows that, is certain of it even, but still… given how well he handled seeing them together the first time, Will is just a little afraid he might agree for all the wrong reasons.

“No, I wanna.” Will says before he can stop the words, then mentally curses himself for his lack of a filter. “As long as you’re sure you actually do, too. You know I can handle not seeing you for a few days.”

Another quiet moment and Will would give just about anything to see the expression on Percy’s face right now, to get any indication on how he’s feeling on the other end of the line.

“I do. So does Jason.” Percy says eventually, and there isn’t a trace of doubt in his voice.  Maybe it’s that certainty that crumbles Will’s resolve to stay away, or a spec of selfish curiosity he hadn’t quite been able to shake since meeting Jason for the first time…

“Okay. Then I’ll be there.” Will says and smiles when he hears Percy’s breath of relief. What’s the worst that could happen, after all?

~*~ 

Will feels uneasy until the moment he steps over the threshold into Percy’s apartment, greeted by Percy’s soft smile, the sound of cheesy pop music and the smell of something delicious coming from the kitchen. He’s spent most of the time since Percy’s call agonising over his decision to come over tonight, going back and forth arguing with himself and entirely unsure if he’d made the right call or not. Leo had outright laughed at him when Will asked his opinion, then proceeded to tease Will for worrying about how two very attractive men wanted to spend time with him. Unsurprisingly, it hadn’t settled Will’s worries in the slightest.

Worst of all though, while Will knew it wasn’t the case, he couldn’t shake the thought that they had just been nice in inviting him but hadn’t actually wanted him to agree to come.

Being here now though, Percy seems so genuinely happy to see him, to have Will there, that Will finds it a little easier to believe that it was more than courtesy, and that he’d made the right choice by coming tonight.

“Hi there.” Will says, stepping inside and pushing the door closed behind himself. He doesn’t get far before Percy has an arm around his waist, snaking under Will’s half opened coat to pull Will close.

“Hey handsome.” Percy says, tone somewhere between teasing and fond, before he ducks his head and meets Will’s lips in a kiss. They saw each other less than a week days ago, but Will would be a liar if he claimed that he didn’t miss Percy at least a little bit in that time. 

They stay close for a moment longer, exchanging more than a few lazy kisses. Percy must have noticed that Will needed the extra affection and attention, tonight more so than usual, and Percy seems more than happy to indulge Will pulling him back the first few times they part. It eases some of the anxiety Will had held in his core, like every little kiss takes away some of the tension Will carried on his way here. 

Even when Will eventually lets Percy go, neither of them steps away from the other. Percy looks at him, eyes searching, clearly picking up on something not being quite right, and when Will only manages a small unconvincing smile in return, Percy frowns.

“You okay?” Percy asks softly and takes one of Will’s hands into his own. His thumb runs across Will’s knuckles as if to underline the concern in his words with a simple gesture.

“I’m good now.” Will promises, squeezing Percy’s hand once before he lets go in favour of actually taking off his coat and toeing off his sneakers. Percy doesn’t seem convinced that Will isn’t simply downplaying his concerns again, but in the end, Percy doesn’t push and Will is grateful for it.

Percy takes him to the kitchen, where the table is already set for three, and Jason is leaning against the counter frowning at a bottle of wine. He looks up when Percy and Will enter, and his face lights up with a smile. It’s not like Will had forgotten how handsome Jason was, but seeing him again feels like being smacked right in the face with it even so. 

“Hello Will.” Jason says pleasantly. “You look very nice tonight.”

The compliment is simple, but it makes Will’s cheeks warm nonetheless. Will had tried to make an effort, even if it was just a night in, and evidently, it hadn’t been for nothing.

“Thank you.” Will says, but doesn’t manage to return the compliment, too afraid of being a little too honest with his words if he tried. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Percy smiles at their exchange, his hand only falling from Will’s waist as he steps around him to return his attention to whatever is bubbling away on the stove. It smells like heaven, not that Will expects any less from Percy’s cooking.

The mood is light and conversation comes surprisingly easy, and by the time that Jason offers Will a glass of wine, he finally allows himself to relax and take things as they come.  It’s nice, Jason seems genuinely curious about him, and neither in the way of a possessive husband scoping out if Will is an actual threat, nor in the stilted way of someone forced to hold a conversation they rather wouldn’t have. Percy only chips in every now and again, mostly occupied with dinner, and Will finds himself glad that he’s decided to come over after all.

Much later, they find themselves stuck sitting at the kitchen table even long after dinner. Percy has his ankle hooked around Will’s under the table, a simple and almost juvenile touch – but enough to keep Will grounded. Their plates are empty in the sink and only their almost empty glasses of wine sit between the three of them on the table now.

Jason is looking at Will over the rim of his own glass, and when Will meets Jason’s eyes, he holds Will’s gaze while he brings it the rest of the way to his lips. Will has to tear his eyes away, Jason’s gaze too intense in ways that Will does not even begin to know how to decipher. He turns his attention back to Percy instead, where it can safely rest, while Percy is deep in a story about a colleague of his that has been particularly difficult to deal with recently. Will tries to focus, he really does, but he can practically feel Jason’s eyes on him from across the table. Will doesn’t know if it’s the wine, or the strangeness of this situation altogether, but the air feels charged with something Will wouldn’t know how to begin describing even if he found it in himself to try. His own face is pink and his skin tingles and Will knows that this at least, he can’t solely blame it on the wine. 

It’s clear that Percy has caught on, too, even if Will isn’t really sure yet what exactly it is that’s happening here. There is a twinkle in Percy’s eye, something Will can only describe as mischief, and Will knows that can’t mean anything good.

Will only notices that Percy has finished his story when the quiet stretches on for a moment too long, and his eyes, as if on their own accord, flit over to Jason again. At least this time, Jason is looking at Percy instead. Strangely, Will doesn’t find as much relief in it as he had thought.

There seems to be a silent conversation between the two of them, and realistically, Will should be using the lull to make his goodbyes and leave before… well, Will isn’t sure before what exactly, but he also hasn’t made up his mind on whether or not he wants to find out, either.

“There’s this movie Jason and I have been meaning to watch.” Percy says after a moment, stopping Will’s thought process as his eyes move from Jason back to Will. It’s slow and deliberate and it sends a shiver down Will’s spine. “If you want to stay a little longer?”

Will wants to say yes, but at the same time, it feels… dangerous. He can tell he’s been edging toward something unspoken, and as much as he wants to give in to the pull he feels, he’s afraid of where it might lead him. It has taken him too long to get on steady ground where it comes to his relationship and this, whatever it is, inexplicably feels like risking turbulence. 

Despite that, Will finds himself nodding. A small smile creeps onto his lips, too, immediately mirrored by Percy across from him. Will knows he shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t and yet… temptation and curiosity win over.

“I…yeah, okay. If you really want me to stay.” He says, offering them a last chance to change their mind. Even now, the thought of intruding on their time together creeps up on him, but neither Jason nor Percy gives him any indication that would confirm his worries.

“We do.” Jason speaks up this time. His tone is firm, but not unkindly so. Strangely, instead of putting Will off, it assures him.

Will bites his lip and looks up at Jason, searching Jason’s face for any trace of insincerity and finding none. Will has made up his mind already, but if he hadn’t, this may well be the last push he’d need. 

Will questions his decision from the moment that the opening credits are rolling. He settled himself next to Jason on Percy’s large couch, despite there being more than enough space to keep some more distance between them. It feels like just another in a plethora of miscalculations, although the gravity of it starts to sink in when Will realises that he can feel the warmth radiating off Jason despite the careful inch of space Will is mindful to keep between them. 

Percy joins them only a moment later, settling himself right behind Will, chest touching Will’s back as he pulls the other comfortably close. Will’s stomach lurches. That had not been his plan and it immediately feels like too much, like rubbing their relationship in Jason’s face.

Percy hums happily and settles in and Will chances a look at Jason. Rather than annoyed or put off, Jason seems to be… well, he looks intrigued. Will’s throat feels tight, but he simply leans back into Percy, drawing comfort from the familiar touch. 

Whatever it is they’re watching, Will can’t bring himself to pay attention. Percy is warm against his back, arms wound around Will’s middle and while that should be grounding, it keeps Will just a little on edge. Jason’s face is turned toward the TV, where Will’s own gaze should be directed, rather than tracing Jason’s features with his eyes. It’s ridiculous, in a way, how handsome he looks. Will feels a little like he did around Percy at the start, more than a little attracted with no idea what to do with the feeling. This is different though, because Will is dating this man’s husband – has already inserted himself more into their relationship than he probably should have to  begin with, so he absolutely shouldn’t be pushing his luck with this any further than he has already.

Apparently, all that doesn’t stop Percy from pushing it for him, though. It starts small, fingers drawing circles on Will’s stomach and along his hips where Percy hands had been resting as if by chance. It doesn’t stop there, either. They’re about halfway through the movie when Percy presses a closed-mouthed kiss to Will’s neck – small enough to be considered innocent if Will didn’t know Percy as well as he does. He’d tell Percy to knock it off, too, but that would draw attention from Jason – and currently, Will isn’t sure that it’s really something he wants to bring on himself. 

Percy’s next kiss is a little higher, at the sensitive skin below Will’s ear and this time Will can’t help the small sound that escapes him. It catches Jason’s attention, but rather than focusing his eyes on Will, Jason’s eyes only skirt past him before settling on Percy behind him. At first, it seems to be a look of surprise, but then Will can feel Percy smile against his skin, another kiss to his neck as Jason clearly watches, and the surprise in Jason’s eyes shifts to something darker. Alarm bells are going off at the back of Will’s mind – this is a slippery slope and Will isn’t sure if he’s ready to go down just yet.

“Percy.” He says quietly, intending for it to come out like a warning. Instead, his voice is breathless and that is certain to send all the wrong kind of signals. 

Percy chuckles, Will can feel the rumble of it against his chest and the puff of breath against his neck. Jason shifts, licks his lips and Will thinks that his heart might just stop right there. At first glance, he hadn’t been certain if Jason was on board with Percy’s shenanigans or put off by the blatant display of affection. Now though, Will has to admit to himself that the shadow that has fallen over Jason’s features does not read like anger, not at all. It’s intrigue, interest… lust even. Despite that, Jason is not coming any closer. He simply stays turned in his seat, angled toward Percy and Will more than he has been before, as if he’s just as curious to see how this plays out as Will is himself.

As it turns out, for a while, it doesn’t play out at all. Percy is a terrible tease, and he keeps his touches, his kisses, feather-light. It puts Will on edge, colours his cheeks a permanent shade of pink, makes him squirm under Jason’s constant gaze on him and Percy’s neverending touches. Maybe it’s because Percy wants to leave it up to them, to Will or to Jason, to take this wherever it might go – but Will isn’t sure where it can go, let alone where he might want it to go. In his mind, this has never even been an option, and for a minute there, Will isn’t entirely convinced that he isn’t dreaming it up, already back in his own flat and own bed with impossible thoughts and desires on his mind.

The tension is tangible, and it only gets worse when Percy eventually gets up, excusing himself with a little whisper. Will wants to protest, but his mouth is dry and no words come out. All he does is watch Percy leave as he tries to pretend that he cannot feel Jason’s eyes still on him.

They are left alone in the living room, having scooted close enough over the past hour or so that their knees are touching, that it would be deceptively easier for Will to lean just a little closer and find himself right in Jason’s space. The thought makes Will bite his lip, uncertain and entirely out of his depth.

When he looks up, he unsurprisingly finds Jason already looking back at him. It’s that same strange expression on Jason’s face that he had worn at the dinner table earlier, the one that makes Will feel a little like, for better or worse, he’s about to be eaten alive. Will lets go of his lip, soothes his tongue over the indents left by his teeth without thinking much of it. The movement catches Jason’s eyes though, and when Will watches as Jason’s gaze follows Will’s tongue, watches as it lingers just a moment longer on Will’s parted lips even after his tongue retreats, it sends a shiver down Will’s spine. 

It feels surreal. Intangible. It’s that strange feeling of unrealness that Will blames his next words on.

“Is it weird that I … I want you to kiss me?” Will whispers, voice barely audible between them despite the silence in the room. Jason’s eyes snap back up, hunger and surprise equally clear in his expression. For a moment, neither of them moves, and then Jason’s gaze flickers to something behind Will.

It’s only then that Will realises Percy must be back, either having stalled watching their exchange or made to hesitate by WIll’s quiet admission.. There is some sort of unspoken conversation taking part between Percy and Jason that Will can’t even begin to try and decode, and he can’t bring himself to look over his shoulder to see whichever expression Percy sports to match the searching look on Jason’s face.

Will feels dizzy, and he knows it’s not the glass of wine he’d had with dinner. 

The longer the quiet stretches on, the more Will regrets having spoken up. He feels stupid for having allowed the words to leave his lips at all, and is just about ready to berate himself both in- and externally when suddenly, Jason reaches out for him. It’s a simple touch, one hand grasping Will’s shaking fingers, followed by Jason’s thumb running slowly over Will’s knuckles. It’s careful and gentle, but it draws Will’s attention right back to the man in front of him. Maybe he hasn’t misread this after all? Is it silly to get his hopes up again?

Jason smiles when Will meets his gaze. It makes him look almost shy, but it stands contradicted with the way he is pulling Will closer, shifting to make space for Will between his thighs. Once again, Will has a moment in which he is sure that he must be dreaming this, that he must have dosed off against Percy’s chest and that this is nothing more than some fabrication of his wildest dreams. 

A second hand cups his cheek, large fingers spanning all the way to the back of his skull and suddenly, they’re impossibly close. Jason’s breath against Will’s face feels far too real to be a dream, as does the warm thumb now stroking lightly over Will’s cheeks. All it would take is a little push for Will to be pressing his lips to Jason’s, but Jason stills just out of reach.

“You want this?” Jason asks and Will shivers at the low cadence of Jason’s voice. 

“Please.” Will says, as if this whole situation wasn’t already mortifying enough. It does the trick though, gets Will’s point across, because the next thing Will knows is Jason’s lips pressing against his. 

It’s only a kiss, and it shouldn’t be enough to make Will’s skin tingle from head to toe. Maybe it’s the novelty, or the absolute absurdity of the situation – kissing his boyfriend’s husband isn’t exactly something Will had on his bucket list, after all. Maybe it’s the way Jason’s hand gently cups Will’s face, like Will is something inherently precious, or maybe it’s the way Jason kisses him careful and sweet, as if he treasures this moment as much as Will does himself.

Jason allows him a chance to pull away, but instead, Will chases the first kiss with a second, moving even closer to Jason before he can talk himself out of it. This whole evening feels like it has been a leap of faith, and for now, it seems to be paying off. Will’s confidence returns with Jason’s reciprocation, and Will decides that if he is going to do this, he might as well do it properly; Jason doesn’t protest, he comes easily when Will pulls him closer, kisses back the instant Will’s lips are on his again.

There’s an amused huff of laughter somewhere behind them, but Will doesn’t startle. He may have forgotten for a moment that there was a third party in the room, but he can hardly be blamed for the temporary lapse in judgement with Jason’s lips on his own. If Will wasn’t already so sure that Percy is okay with this, he might feel a modicum of guilt at this point; He’s sitting on your boyfriend’s couch, kissing his husband – in most scenarios, this would be unforgivable. In this one, however, Will is fairly certain it is the opposite.

A familiar warm presence settles at Will’s back while he nips at Jason’s lips, coaxing and teasing until Jason gives in and deepens their kiss. Percy hums behind Will, his own lips pressing a kiss to Will’s shoulder – a silent sign that Will is right, that Percy is very much on board with this, too. Percy’s hands come to rest on Will’s hips, only for one of them to be covered by one of Jason’s a moment later. 

They must have spoken about this, about wanting this, or trying this, clearly – because while Percy sometimes struggles with clear communication, Will has already noticed that it’s important to Jason. He doubts this would just happen without either of them having brought up the possibility in private beforehand. Will can’t even bring himself to be annoyed that he’s been left out of the loop once more, because really, he isn’t sure if he’d have been as open to this had it not happened naturally. Or maybe, they had planned on talking about it, until Will jumped the gun by asking for a kiss and Jason hadn’t been able to refuse him.

Will runs a hand over Jason’s chest, feels muscle shift under his palm and tangles his hand in Jason’s shirt. He pulls, with no intention other than getting even closer, and Jason makes a quiet sound against Will’s lips that stirs something in Will’s lower belly. He’s been practically half hard since the moment their lips touched, but hearing that he’s having an effect on Jason too is like a drug much too potent for Will to resist.

Percy’s teeth scrape Will’s neck, and even though it’s not quite a bite yet, Will can’t help the needy moan he muffles against Jason’s lips. Percy curses under his breath and squeezes Will’s hips. It’s the only warning before Percy does sink his teeth into the sensitive spot and Will breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp. His head drops back against Percy’s shoulder as the mark is soothed with a sweet kiss, and Will watches through half-lidded eyes as Jason looks at the two of them with nothing short of wonder.

“C’mere.” Percy asks quietly, nosing along Will’s jaw until he turns his head, allowing Percy to kiss him too. The angle is awkward and straining, and yet, to Will, it feels perfect.

They trade lazy kisses, a stark contrast to the heated clash of lips and tongues from moments ago, but Will finds that he doesn’t mind the reprieve - least of all when he feels Jason’s hands on him while he loses himself to Percy’s kiss.

Will doesn’t think he’s ever felt quite this much all at once. Percy’s hands on his waist and his thigh, Jason’s on his hip and his chest; one man kissing his lips while the other sucks a bruise into the juncture of his shoulder. Percy, who has always run hot, pressed against his back and Jason crowding in from the front. Will should feel overwhelmed, but instead, he finds himself thriving.

Before long, one of them is tugging at his shirt, and as soon as Will gives a short nod, it’s raised over his head and tossed away from the cough with little care as to where it lands.

Jason looks at Will like he hardly believes Will to be real at all, pupils wide and dark, lips reddened from their kisses shared. Will has often  thought that the way Percy regarded him was reverent, but with Jason it is like the same feeling is cranked up to a hundred, even more intense than when it comes from Percy. Maybe it is the novelty, or the earlier thinking that Jason, unlike Percy, would never be an option for Will, not really. Whatever it is, Will is more than willing to indulge in it as long as Jason will let him.

He gives Jason only a second to take his own shirt off before he peels himself out of Percy’s grasp to settle himself right in Jason’s lap, arms winding around Jason’s neck.

“It’s unfair.” Will  murmurs, his voice dipping low. He runs his hands over Jason’s chest, feels the smooth skin and sparse hair under his fingers. “You two look like Michelangelo carved you out of marble.”

His words make Percy laugh quietly behind him, more used to such utterances than Jason is, who actually blushes at the compliment. Oh, Will is going to enjoy this. 

“I mean it.” He purrs now, settling himself better in Jason’s lap. He’s rewarded with the feeling of Jason’s hard-on pressing against him through their clothes. It causes Will’s own cock to throb in his too tight jeans.

 “You’re ridiculously gorgeous.” Will adds as he lets his eyes wander over every inch of skin on display. “God, I can’t wait to see the rest of you.” 

Jason seems even more flustered by this. A pretty pink blush spreads over his pale complexion, and Will feels Percy laugh silently where he has returned to press himself against Will’s back once more. Who would’ve thought that this was the way to get under Jason’s skin? 

“Kiss me again?” Will asks, although it is not really a question. 

When their lips meet again, it’s passionate right from the start. Jason licks hungrily into Will’s mouth, like a man starving, and Will meets him with the same fervour. His hands are everywhere, like he can’t decide where to touch first, and more often than not, his touch meets Percy’s on Will’s skin. 

Hands undo Will’s belt as he moves his lips from Jason’s mouth to his jaw, wet and biting with every intention to leave marks on the beautifully milky skin. There are fingers carding through Will’s hair as his jeans are tugged open, and then, the familiarity of the hand that wraps around his cock is enough to tip Will off that it’s Percy doing this. Will doesn’t even try to keep quiet, he moans wantonly against Jason’s neck, rocks both into Percy’s touch and Jason’s clothed cock below him, chasing the high that is caused by both men all around him. Percy grinds against the swell of his ass and Will licks the hollow of Jason’s throat before he bucks his hips again to chase the pleasure of Percy’s touch.

It’s heady and intense. They are pressed so close together that it’s becoming difficult to tell where one of them ends and the next begins and Will wouldn’t trade it for the world. At this rate, they’re going to get each other off while still half dressed in the living room while the credits of a movie play that none of them bothered watching. It so much and yet, it isn’t enough.

“Bed. Now.” Will whines, adding a breathy “Please.” at the end for good measure.

Jason makes a quiet sound, almost like a man dying, and if it hadn’t gone right to Will’s cock, he might’ve been taken aback by the sheer neediness in Jason’s tone. 

Percy manages to move first, pulling himself up and tugging Will along on his way, Jason following close behind. They stumble through the dimly lit apartment, never quite willing to let go of each other on the way and shedding their remaining clothes and inhibitions as they go.

Percy is the first to fall onto the mattress, all beautiful and bare with his chest flushed and his cock curving up and smearing pre-come over his own stomach. Will joins him there, crawling over him to steal a downright filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth and barely muffled moans between them. The bed dips again and this time it’s Jason who slots himself behind Will, hands exploring every newly exposed inch of skin, lips ghosting along the back of Will’s shoulders and down his spine.

“You are something else.” Jason whispers as he trails kisses between Will’s shoulder blades, so light they almost tickle. “Goddamn beautiful.”

Will, unable to respond, only whines quietly and arches into Jason’s touch. Hands soothe over his sides, before one trails around his front. Will’s breath hitches as Jason presses even closer, cock trapped against the curve of Will’s ass as he wraps a hand around Will and squeezes. 

Surprisingly, it isn’t him but Percy that breaks away from the kiss with a curse. He’s dropping back to the mattress, looking absolutely wrecked despite the fact that he’s barely been touched. Percy’s lips are parted and still shiny with spit, and his eyes with their wide blown pupils focus on the two men entwined before him. 

“Look at you two.” Percy whispers. He sounds awed, and if Will wasn’t already flushed all over, the praise might bring new colour to his cheeks. “Absolutely fucking perfect…”

This time, Will isn’t surprised when Jason reacts to the praise, hiding his face against Will’s neck as he shivers lightly. There’s no reply, with the exception of Jason taking up a maddeningly slow rhythm with the hand around Will’s cock, and the slow grind of their body as if Jason is almost subconsciously seeking some relief of his own. It’s pure bliss, and Will is so keyed up that he has little doubt that he’d be able to come just like this, barely being touched. 

“Jason…” Will moans. He’s breathless and maybe, he’s a little greedy too - because as perfect as this feels, he wants more. 

He wants that large cock that he can feel nestled against his cheeks, and he wants Percy’s hands on his skin and he wants to make them both feel good, even if he isn’t entirely sure how he’s going to go about accomplishing that.

Jason seems to be just as much at a loss for words as Will is. He’s muffling garbled noises between the kisses he presses all along Will’s shoulder and neck, but none of them are coherent enough to make sense of. Unsurprisingly, Percy seems to be able to get something out of it anyway, and he hums his agreement before he reaches up to cup Will’s face above him.

“What do you want, baby?” He asks sweetly, licking his lips before brushing his thumb over Will’s lips like he simply cannot help himself. “Talk to me baby, we’ll take such good care of you.”

Will wants to say ‘I know’ but at first, all he manages is a needy whine. Percy is patient with him though, and even Jason slows his touches as if to give Will the space he needs to think. He takes a shaky breath, steadying himself before he meets Percy’s gaze. He already knows that he won’t find any judgement there, only genuine desire and affection, and it gives Will the confidence to voice exactly what he’s been thinking.

“I want to be fucked.” He rasps and tries not to be distracted by the way Jason groans at the words. “And I wanna make you feel good.”

Percy smiles, clearly pleased. He tucks a stray curl behind Will’s ear before he leans up for a kiss that’s unexpectedly chaste. When he pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His breath ghosts Will’s lips with every word as he asks: “Do you want Jason to fuck you, baby?”

Will nods, then decides that isn’t enough and whispers a breathless “Please” right against Percy’s lips before they kiss again. Will feels Jason’s moan as much as he hears it, reverberating through Jason’s chest pressed to Will’s back, and it’s all the confirmation Will needs that Jason is more than willing to give Will what he’s asked for.

If someone had told Will this morning, let alone a few weeks ago, that his night would end with him on his hands and knees above his boyfriend, Will wouldn’t have been particularly surprised. Had he been told at the same time though that, at the same time, said boyfriend’s husband would be stretching Will open with deviously clever fingers, Will might have declared them insane.

It shouldn’t surprise Will that Jason’s good at this, prioritising Will’s pleasure over efficiency as he thrusts one, then two, then three fingers into Will at an infuriating pace. He’s taking his time, clearly enjoying it too, while Will moans and writhes and whines and only just manages to keep concentrating on Percy’s lips on his own in the meantime. 

It feels like hours, although it can’t have been more than a handful of minutes, until Jason soothes a hand down Will’s spine and eases his fingers free. Will mourns their loss almost immediately, but he doesn’t protest in anticipation of what he knows is coming next. 

“You think you’re ready for me, love?” Jason asks, soft and sweet in a way that does all kinds of funny things to Will’s heart. 

“Yes, god, please, Jason.” Will confirms, only sounding more needy as the night goes on, but neither man laughs at him for it. 

Jason groans quietly, his hand trailing back down before settling on one of Will’s cheeks, giving a long squeeze. Will hears the crinkle of a condom wrapper and bites his lower lip in anticipation. Percy is scooting back on the bed, trying to give them more room, Will assumes, but even so, he refuses to let him get very far at all. The shift in position leaves Will almost at face level with Percy’s cock and oh, doesn’t that bring a whole new level of need to the surface.

Will shifts himself down onto his elbows, winking at Percy when the man’s eyes widen at the realisation of Will’s plan. When Will feels Jason’s cock slide over his rim, Will leans down low and licks a languid stripe up Percy’s cock. There won’t be any finesse in it, Will already knows that much, but judging by the moan that’s punched out of Percy’s chest at the touch, Will doubts he’ll need much finesse to get Percy where he wants.

“God, Will…” Jason whispers, that reverent tone back again. He shifts just slightly, and on the next slide, his cock catches on Will’s rim. It’s slow, the way Jason pushes inside him and after all the preparation before there’s barely even a sting despite Jason’s size. 

Will tries his best to stay still, to be patient, distracting himself by tonguing the head of Percy’s cock as he’s stretched and filled in the most perfect way. Jason strokes his hands over Will’s skin, whispering quiet praise and encouragement until finally, his pelvis is flush with the curve of Will’s ass. In the moment that it takes Will to get used to the stretch, he finally takes Percy properly into his mouth, lips closing around the head and sliding as low as he can without choking. 

Maybe, he should feel dirty, filled from both ends and whining low and needy at the back of his throat, but instead, Will only feels wanted, worshipped even. Percy’s moaning his name and carding fingers through Will’s hair, while Jason is back to pressing kisses along his spine as he allows Will the time to adjust.

When Jason finally moves, it’s still slow, as if he’s trying to savour every second he gets to have this. His thrusts are shallow and measured, but the angle is damn near perfect right from the start. It takes them a moment to find a rhythm, with Will laving his tongue over Percy’s cock and bopping his head along Percy’s length at the same time that Jason fucks into him again and again. Will’s head feels fuzzy, and he realises he could lose himself in this, in the pleasure and the constant touches and the wanton sounds of both his lovers around him.

Every push and pull of Jason inside him sends sparks down Will’s spine. The sensation is amplified by Jason’s hands on his waist, on his back, up to his shoulders. At one point, one hand joins the one Percy has tangled in Will’s hair, and it’s that display of mutual possession that makes goosebumps raise all along Will’s spine. 

Percy is heavy on his tongue, the taste salty and familiar, almost comforting. Will knows exactly what Percy likes, how to curl his tongue along the spongy head, when to let Percy feel just the smallest hint of teeth against the sensitive underside of his cock. Underneath his palm, Will feels Percy’s thigh quiver. When he opens his eyes, he finds Percy with his head thrown back, arching off the mattress, moans and praises equally falling from his lips like prayers. It makes Will feel powerful, to know he is the cause of Percy’s pleasure. He moans around Percy’s cock and feels Percy’s hold in his hair tighten in response.

Will knows he won’t be able to keep this up for long, but he knows he won’t need to, either. 

He can tell Percy is close, hears his hitched breathing and sees the way his abdomen is tensing. Jason must notice it too; Will sees as he reaches to squeezes Percy’s thigh beside Will’s head.

“Come on, pretty thing.” Jason practically coos, and Will watches as the pet name sends a full body shiver through Percy. “Come for us, Percy.”

It’s only for Jason’s hand on Percy’s thigh, holding him at least somewhat still, that Will doesn’t choke when Percy bucks his hips into the heat of Will’s mouth. It’s a marvel, seeing Percy unravel before him like this, moaning and cursing as he chases his release. Will hollows his cheeks, and the added pressure seems to be all it takes for Percy to fall apart. He cries out, eyes falling shut and his hold on Will’s hair tightening almost painfully before turning almost slack and then he is coming down Will’s throat in hot bursts.

It’s messy. Will tries his best to swallow, but he stands little chance, not with the way he’s being moved by Jason’s thrusts and Percy bucking his hips in turn. There is cum trailing down his chin when he finally pulls off Percy’s cock, but before he can even think of wiping it away, Jason’s hand is right there - fingers under Will’s chin and thumb catching the spilled fluid to push it back between Will’s lips. It’s filthy and Will, to his own shock, thrills at it. He sucks Jason’s thumb into his mouth and keeps it there, moaning around the digit.

Jason’s second arm winds around his chest, and before Will can fully process what is happening, he’s being pulled up and back against Jason’s chest. The new angle drives Jason so much deeper and Will gasps needily. The slow pace from before is gone, because now, Jason is thrusting into him in earnest. Will can’t do much more than lean back against Jason’s chest and hold on for the ride, eyes threatening to drift shut when the new position allows Jason to brush right against Will’s prostate, too. 

Will sees Percy watching with half lidded eyes, dazed and sated and still entirely absorbed in the display in front of him. Maybe it shouldn’t be as hot, being watched while someone takes him apart like this, but Will finds he thrives on the attention. Jason snaps his hips into him and Will almost sees stars. He knows he is going to feel it tomorrow, and Will loves that, too. 

“You feel so fucking good, Will. So perfect for us.” Jason whispers right next to Will’s head, his lips brushing the shell of Will’s ear as he speaks. “I’m so close, Will. Touch yourself for me. Want you to come with me.”

Will holds off a moment, if only because Jason’s breathy voice alone was almost enough to tip him over. It was easy when he still had Percy to focus on, but now there is no ignoring the tightness in his abdomen, the building pleasure deep inside. His skin feels like it’s burning, but it’s invigorating rather than painful - sparks of pleasure all along his legs and arms, leaving his limbs tingling.

Will wraps his fingers around his cock, heavy and leaking and pitifully neglected for too long. The touch is almost too much, and Will hisses through the pleasure that arcs through him as soon as he takes himself in hand. He barely has to move, Jason’s thrusts jostling him already doing most of the work, and Will knows it will take barely anything at all for him now.

There’s a never ending stream of moans pulled from him with every thrust and Will lets his eyes fall shut, allowing himself to only feel. All his nerve endings are alight, flooded with sensation just shy of overwhelm. He pumps his hand over his cock one, two, three times more and that is all it takes to Will to careen over the edge into climax. It’s blinding in it’s intensity, crashing over Will in wave after wave, stealing the breath from his lungs.

He only blearily registers the mess he makes of Percy below them, or the way Jason’s thrusts lose their rhythm before he’s coming, too, following Will’s release with his own. 

Will spaces out in the aftermath. He lets himself be handed over into Percy’s waiting arms, happy to snuggle close despite their mess, and he hums contently when Jason curls himself along his back moments after. They’ll have to clean up in a few minutes, and maybe change the sheets to avoid sleeping in a wet spot. Most likely, they’ll have to have a talk about this in the morning, too, but for now… for now, Will is more than content to stay in a warm embrace and comfortable silence.