#a.vid

Avid was halfway through taking off his shirt when he stopped dead.

"Hey," he said suspiciously, pointing at Pyro from across the room. "Do you remember when we agreed we were better off as friends?"

Pyro, completely naked and sprawled across Avid's bed like he belonged there, blinked slowly. "No," he said immediately. "Absolutely not."

Avid stared at him. At the smug curve of his mouth. At the way the candlelight dragged gold across his skin. At the fact Pyro looked unfairly pretty sitting there like temptation itself.

"Fuck…" Avid muttered weakly.

Pyro's grin widened. "You remember now?"

Avid yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere behind him. "No," he admitted while climbing onto the bed. "I don’t remember either."

Pyro laughed just before Avid kissed him. It started messy almost instantly. Not romantic. Not careful.

Months of tension snapping all at once as Pyro grabbed his waist and hauled him down hard enough to make Avid curse into his mouth. Their knees knocked together, hands everywhere, both of them talking over each other between kisses.

"This is a terrible idea—"

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely—"

Pyro kissed him again. Avid completely lost the ability to care.

The bedroom door opened. Neither of them noticed at first. Abolish leaned against the doorway, took one look at the disaster unfolding on the bed, and sighed.

"So this is why neither of you answered me for an hour."

Avid jerked so hard he nearly fell off the mattress. "Jesus Christ—"

Pyro barely even looked embarrassed. "Hi."

Abolish's eyes dragged slowly over the two of them tangled together in the sheets.

"…You know," he said thoughtfully, already starting to undo his coat, "I think this might actually be the first smart decision you two have ever made."

Avid stared. Pyro started laughing so hard he had to bury his face against Avid's shoulder while Abolish climbed onto the bed beside them like this had somehow become his evening too.

"Oh, we are so fucked," Avid groaned.

Pyro lifted his head just enough to grin at him. "Hopefully."

The mattress dipped under Abolish's weight as he settled at the edge, making himself comfortable against the headboard with his arms crossed behind his head. Watching. That particular gleam in his dark eyes that always meant trouble.

"Are you two planning to stop, or…?"

Avid's face burned. "We weren't—this wasn't—"

Pyro cut him off by grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down again. Mouth sliding against Avid's with a wet, filthy sound that echoed through the quiet room.

"Definitely stopping," Abolish said, voice flat. "Clearly."

Avid couldn't even argue. Not with Pyro's tongue tracing the seam of his lips, not with those warm hands sliding down his spine to settle possessive and firm on his hips. Every thought in his head scattered like startled birds.

"Getting brave?" Abolish asked, though his voice had dropped an octave from its usual disinterested drawl.

Pyro pulled back just enough to speak, lips brushing Avid's with each word. "Jealous?"

"Observing."

"Same thing."

Abolish huffed a laugh through his nose. His fingers began working at the buttons of his shirt, unhurried, methodical. Like he had all the time in the world and knew exactly how much Avid wanted to watch.

Avid's throat went dry.

This was insane. This was genuinely, certifiably insane. He'd spent six months trying to convince himself that Pyro was just a friend, that whatever electricity sparked between them was platonic, that the way his chest tightened whenever Pyro smiled meant nothing. And now—

Now Pyro was beneath him, warm and willing and grinning like the cat that got the cream.

And Abolish was also here.

"When did this become a group activity?" Avid managed, breathless.

Abolish's shirt fell open, revealing the lean muscle underneath. A trail of dark hair disappearing into his waistband. "When you two decided to be obvious about it."

"We weren't—"

"Every time I walked into a room, you looked like you wanted to eat each other." Abolish's mouth curved. "Figured I'd help."

Pyro's laugh vibrated against Avid's chest. "Told you he noticed."

"You hoped he noticed."

"Same thing."

Avid buried his face in Pyro's neck, groaning. "I hate both of you."

Pyro's hand came up to card through his hair, gentle despite the smirk in his voice. "No you don't."

The tender gesture cut through Avid's panic. Made his pulse settle into something steadier, something that felt almost like trust. He lifted his head, meeting Pyro's eyes, those ridiculous, luminous eyes that had been making him stupid since the day they met.

"No," Avid admitted. "I don't."

Pyro's expression softened. Gone was the teasing edge, replaced by something raw and honest that made Avid's stomach flip.

"Come here," Pyro murmured, pulling him down again.

This kiss was different. Slower. The urgency was still there, but it had transformed into something deeper, something that made Avid's chest ache in the best way. Pyro kissed him like he was memorizing every detail, the shape of his mouth, the way their breath mingled, the small sounds Avid couldn't hold back.

Behind them, Abolish shifted closer. His hand landed on Avid's lower back, warm and grounding. A question more than a demand. Avid pulled away from Pyro's mouth just enough to glance over his shoulder. Abolish raised an eyebrow, waiting.

"Okay?" Abolish asked, voice low.

Avid's brain short-circuited for a moment. He'd thought about this, fantasized about it, if he was being honest with himself, which he rarely was. Abolish with his sharp jaw and sharper tongue, always watching, always seeing more than he let on. The way his gaze had always felt like a physical weight, like hands on Avid's skin.

"Yeah," Avid breathed. "Okay."

Abolish's hand slid up his spine, drawing a shiver. "Good." Then his fingers curled around Avid's chin, turning his head, and Abolish kissed him for the first time.

Where Pyro was warmth and give, Abolish was control. He kissed like he did everything, with precision and intent, like he had already mapped out exactly how this would go and was simply executing the plan. His teeth caught Avid's bottom lip, tugging just hard enough to make Avid whimper.

"Perfect," Abolish murmured against his mouth. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to shut you up."

"Charming."

"I try."

Pyro's hands were still on Avid's hips, grounding him while Abolish consumed him from behind. The dual sensation was overwhelming, the hard heat of Pyro beneath him, the confident press of Abolish against his back. Sandwiched between them, Avid felt like he might shake apart from sheer want.

"More," he heard himself say. "Please."

Abolish laughed softly against his neck. "Look at you. Already begging."

Pyro's hips rolled up, and Avid felt the hard length of him press against his thigh. His own cock, trapped in his jeans, throbbed in response.

"Too many clothes," Pyro complained, tugging at Avid's waistband.

Avid fumbled with the button, fingers clumsy with urgency. Abolish batted his hands away.

"Let me."

Deft fingers made quick work of the zipper, and then Avid's jeans were being shoved down his thighs. He kicked them off somewhere, not caring where they landed. Pyro's hands immediately found his ass, squeezing with appreciative pressure.

"Gorgeous," Pyro breathed. "Look at you."

Avid ducked his head, suddenly shy. Which was ridiculous, considering the position he was in. But Pyro's gaze held genuine wonder, like Avid was something precious and unexpected.

"So are you," Avid said quietly.

Pyro's smile went soft. Abolish, behind him, pressed a kiss to Avid's shoulder blade. Then another, trailing down his spine. His breath was hot against Avid's skin, sending goosebumps rising in its wake.

"On your knees," Abolish said, voice firm but not unkind. "Over him."

Avid's legs shook as he positioned himself, knees on either side of Pyro's hips. His cock hung heavy between his legs, flushed and leaking. Pyro's hands came up to stroke along his thighs, encouraging.

"Perfect," Pyro echoed. "Just like that."

Abolish moved behind him, and Avid heard the quiet snick of a cap opening. Lube. Of course Abolish had come prepared. The man probably had contingencies for his contingencies. Cool slick pressed against Avid's entrance, and he bit his lip against the sensation. Abolish's finger circled with maddening patience, spreading the wetness around without pushing in.

"Relax," Abolish said. "You're tight."

"Your fault."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

The finger breached him slowly, deliberate and careful. Avid exhaled shakily, willing his body to accept the intrusion. It had been a while, too long, honestly, and the stretch burned in a way that bordered on too much.

But then Pyro's hands were there, rubbing soothing circles into his hips. Pyro's voice, low and warm: "You're doing so well. Taking it so good for us."

Avid whimpered. A second finger joined the first, and Avid's head dropped forward. Pyro caught him in another kiss, swallowing the sounds that escaped. Their tongues slid together, messy and desperate, while Abolish worked him open with clinical efficiency.

"Ready?" Abolish asked after what felt like hours.

Avid nodded against Pyro's mouth, not trusting his voice.

The blunt pressure of Abolish's cock replaced his fingers, and Avid's breath stuttered. Pyro held him steady as Abolish pushed in, inch by agonizing inch. The stretch was overwhelming, full and almost too much, right on the edge of what Avid could take.

"Breathe," Abolish said, hand splayed across Avid's lower back. "You can take it."

Avid forced himself to relax, to let his body accept. And then Abolish was fully inside, hips pressed flush against Avid's ass.

"Good," Abolish praised, and Avid shivered. "So good for me."

Pyro shifted beneath them, and Avid remembered, he wasn't the only one here. Pyro was still hard beneath him, neglected and waiting.

"Let me," Avid said, voice rough. "Let me—"

He reached for Pyro's cock, wrapping his fingers around the thick length. Pyro hissed, hips jerking up into the touch.

"Fuck, Avid—"

Avid stroked him in time with Abolish's thrusts, creating a rhythm that had all three of them gasping. The dual sensation was incredible, being filled from behind while his hand worked Pyro's shaft. Every nerve ending lit up like a livewire.

"More," Avid managed. "Please—need more."

Abolish's grip tightened on his hips. "Greedy."

"Please."

The word hung in the air, desperate and honest. Avid felt Pyro freeze beneath him for a moment before Pyro's hands came up to cup his face, pulling him down for a kiss that was more breath than lips.

"Tell us what you need," Pyro murmured. "We'll give you anything."

Avid's chest clenched. The tenderness in Pyro's voice, the steady presence of Abolish behind him, it was everything he'd never let himself want.

"Everything," Avid said. "I want everything."

Abolish's pace quickened, each thrust driving deeper. Avid's hand flew faster on Pyro's cock, matching the rhythm. The room filled with the sounds of skin on skin, breathless moans, and whispered encouragements.

"So beautiful like this," Abolish said, voice strained. "Taking me so well."

"Perfect," Pyro added, thumb brushing Avid's cheekbone. "You're perfect."

Avid felt the pressure building in his core, that familiar tension that promised release. His cock, neglected and aching, bobbed with each of Abolish's thrusts.

"Touch me," he begged. "Someone—please—"

Pyro's hand wrapped around his shaft, and Avid nearly sobbed with relief. The dual stimulation, Abolish inside him, Pyro on his cock, was too much and not enough all at once.

"Close," Avid gasped. "I'm—"

"Not yet," Abolish commanded. "Wait."

Avid whined, high and desperate, but forced himself to hold back. His thighs trembled with the effort. Sweat dripped down his temples, pooling in the hollow of his throat.

"Please," he said again, the word reduced to a prayer. "Please, please—"

"Look at you," Abolish breathed, sounding almost reverent. "So desperate. So perfect."

Pyro's hand tightened on his cock, stroking faster. "Come for us, Avid. Let go."

That was all it took. Avid shattered, pleasure crashing through him in waves. His release spilled over Pyro's fist, hot and thick. His vision whited out, senses overloaded with the feeling of Abolish still moving inside him, still chasing his own end.

Behind him, Abolish groaned, hips stuttering as he followed Avid over the edge. The warmth of his release filled Avid, triggering aftershocks that made him shake.

Pyro was last, Avid's hand still working him through his own orgasm. His back arched off the mattress as he came, streaks of white painting Avid's stomach.

For a long moment, none of them moved. Then Avid collapsed forward, landing half on Pyro and half on the mattress. His breathing came in ragged gasps, heart pounding against his ribs.

Abolish pulled out carefully, disposing of the condom before settling beside them. His hand found Avid's hip, thumb tracing absent patterns on the sweat-damp skin.

Pyro pressed a kiss to Avid's forehead, then one to his nose, then one to his mouth. Each one soft and lingering and impossibly sweet.

"You okay?" Pyro asked quietly.

Avid laughed, the sound exhausted and incredulous. "I have no idea."

"That's a no."

"That's a I can't feel my legs."

Pyro grinned, looking far too pleased with himself. "Good."

Abolish snorted from behind Avid. "Don't let it go to your head."

"Too late."

Avid closed his eyes, letting himself drift. The warmth of their bodies surrounded him, grounding him in the present moment. For the first time in months, maybe years, the constant buzz of anxiety in his chest went quiet.

"We should talk about this," Abolish said eventually, his voice serious.

"Later," Avid mumbled, already half-asleep. "Talking later. Sleeping now."

Pyro's arms tightened around him. "I second that motion."

Abolish sighed, but Avid heard the smile in his voice. "Fine. But we're discussing this in the morning."

"Promises, promises," Pyro murmured.

Silence settled over them, comfortable and warm. Avid's breathing slowed, drifting toward sleep. He was almost under when Abolish spoke again, voice barely above a whisper.

"I've wanted this. Both of you. For longer than I should admit."

Avid's eyes flew open. Pyro tensed beneath him. Then Pyro's hand came up to find Abolish's, intertwining their fingers over Avid's hip.

"We know," Pyro said softly. "We've always known."

Avid's chest went tight. He turned his head just enough to see Abolish's face. That carefully controlled expression had cracked, revealing something raw underneath. Something vulnerable.

"Good," Avid said, voice rough. "Because I'm not letting either of you go now."

Abolish's mouth curved into a genuine smile, the kind Avid had only seen a handful of times in all their years of friendship.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Pyro's laugh vibrated through Avid's chest, warm and bright.

"Now can we please sleep before you two get sappier?"

"Says the man who wrote me a poem last week."

"It was a limerick."

"Even worse."

Avid smiled, letting their familiar banter wash over him. This was right. This was exactly where he was supposed to be.

And tomorrow, they would figure out what this meant. What they were to each other now. But for tonight—

Tonight was enough.

Avid closed his eyes, and for the first time in longer than he could remember, he fell asleep without dread coiling in his stomach.

The morning light crept through the curtains, painting gold stripes across the tangled sheets. Avid woke slowly, awareness returning in fragments. Warmth on his left. A heavy arm across his waist. The faint smell of sweat and sex lingering in the air.

He blinked his eyes open. Pyro was still dead asleep beside him, mouth slightly parted, hair a disaster. On Avid's other side, Abolish was already awake, propped up on one elbow and watching with an unreadable expression.

"Hey," Avid croaked, voice rough.

"Hey yourself."

They stared at each other for a long moment. The weight of last night pressed between them, heavy with meaning.

"How are you feeling?" Abolish asked.

Avid considered the question seriously. Took stock of his body, the pleasant ache in his muscles, the stickiness between his thighs, the residual warmth in his chest.

"Good," he said finally. "Really good, actually."

Abolish's expression softened. Before either could say more, Pyro stirred. Let out a groan, burying his face deeper into Avid's shoulder.

"Too early," Pyro mumbled. "Go back to sleep."

"It's almost noon," Abolish pointed out.

"Exactly. Early."

Avid laughed, the sound surprising him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd woken up smiling. Pyro's arm tightened around his waist, pulling him closer. On his other side, Abolish shifted to drape himself partially over Avid's back, chin resting on his shoulder.

Trapped between them. Exactly where he wanted to be.

"So," Pyro said, voice still thick with sleep. "Last night happened."

"It did."

"And it was good."

"Very good."

Pyro was quiet for a beat.

"So what now?"

The question hung in the air. Avid felt both of them tense slightly, waiting for his answer. He thought about what he wanted. Really wanted, underneath all the fear and self-doubt that had kept him from acknowledging his feelings for so long.

"Breakfast," Avid said finally. "And then we talk."

Pyro snorted. "Romantic."

"Practical." Avid turned his head to press a kiss to Pyro's forehead. "I want to do this right. Whatever this is."

Abolish's hand slid up his spine, tangling in his hair.

"Whatever you need," Abolish murmured against his neck. "We'll figure it out together."

Avid's chest went warm.

Together. He liked the sound of that.

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