#cyd writes

Sweet Pea felt like he was slowly dying. He was learning new things about his roommate - the man he’d been pining after for years - and his girlfriend whom he had definitely fantasized about in bed the night before. The thought of a threesome piqued his interest. He knew he was head over heels for Jughead, but his heart ached for Betty. He wanted to know her touch, the pout of her lip, the sweep of her tongue.

He cleared his throat and slapped his knees against his thighs, hoisting himself up.

“We are not nearly drunk enough for the good stuff,” he said, leaving the living room for a brief minute before coming back with three shot glasses and a full bottle of whiskey.

“Oh, is that what we’re after?” Jughead asked, pouring off three shots. “Why didn’t you say so. Never have I ever masturbated with someone else in the room.”

Betty, Jughead, and Sweet Pea all leaned forward for their shot and knocked it back effortlessly.

“Why would you say something you’ve done?” Betty asked.

“To get to the good stuff,” he shrugged. He leaned into Betty’s ear. “And by the good stuff, I mean you.”

Betty’s blush moved from her neck to her ears, heating her entire face. She poured three more shots and took two back to back.

“This way is quicker,” she said, refilling the glasses for her companions.

“I knew I liked her,” Sweet Pea said, knocking back his three and repouring for his roommate.

Betty couldn’t help but watch Sweet Pea’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed the amber liquid. She watched it bob and his tongue darted from between his lips to capture the drops at the corner of his mouth. I could have licked them off for you, she thought. Fuck. No. Stop Betty.

Jughead took his three in quick succession and just like that, there was only enough for three shots left in the bottle.

“That should do it,” Jughead said, shuddering as the liquor hit his stomach.

They sat and talked briefly before resuming the game. Betty could feel the tingle in her fingers as she tapped them against her nose.

“Never have I ever had sex in a car.”

Both boys drank and Betty’s eyes shot to Jughead.

“When that’s your only option, you take it.”

“Never have I ever watched someone have sex. And not porn. Think more voyeur-style.”

Jughead didn’t expect to see both his girlfriend and roommate both grab their beers and take hefty swigs. Sweet Pea finished his half-full beer and his last shot of whiskey.

“This story I’d like to hear,” he said, looking between his friends. “You first, baby.”

“I was in high school,” she started, shifting her legs. “My next door neighbor was a good friend of mine and our windows were directly across from one another. Well, he and his boyfriend forgot to close the curtains.”

“So you watched?” Sweet Pea asked, and his voice sounded a little strained.

“I did. That’s when I realized that I enjoyed watching men together and may have pictured what it would be like to be with two men at the same time. Romantically and sexually.” Betty crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying to quell the dull ache at her core. “I may or may not have gotten myself off to it while I watched.”

Jughead whistled. “Maybe we should put on a show for her, Sweets,” Jughead joked. Sweet Pea choked on his beer. “Relax, I’m kidding.”

Damn, Betty and Sweet Pea whispered simultaneously. They locked eyes quickly and stared at each other, both hoping Jughead didn't hear them, too.

Sweet Pea laughed nervously as he tried to sip from his empty bottle. Fuck.

"Never have… wait. Sweets. You need to tell your story first," Betty said, shifting closer into Jughead's side.

"It isn't even that good a story," he tried, but Betty gave him this look that he learned meant bullshit.

"I came home last week and may have seen some things."

"What kind of things?" Jughead swallowed around nothing.

"I was home early and I didn't see your car, so I didn't think you were home, but then I heard that you were home and I got curious. So, I peeked through your open door to find you guys mid-romp." Jughead's jaw dropped.

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