#multiamorymarch2023

Love was mysterious. It could grow from a spark without the person noticing, without the person being able to point when it started to grow, until it was so strong they could barely contain it anymore.

Other times, one kind of love would slowly shift into another, equally sudden and surprising, and sometimes the change was harder to notice.

In Mozart’s case, he didn’t notice the change until the last moment, when it was offered to him, and only because the shift wasn’t one-sided and because his girlfriend was very supportive.

He wasn’t even expecting falling in love in this life and he had always considered himself monogamous, despite people thinking he was strange for it.

When he had encouraged his girlfriend to try to help his best friend and they started falling in love, though, Mozart noticed he didn’t mind sharing her. At least not with Jean.

He still didn’t want another partner for himself, but gone was the idea of there being only one true love and everyone else deciding to have more partners for more logical, instead of emotional reasons.

In fact, with a little time, he noticed a warm feeling at watching the two, and when the three of them were together.

Then his feelings changed again one stormy night, while the three were gathered in the music room.

Amy had always been anxious during storms. Sometimes she hid it well, at others, not so much. And although Jean didn’t hate the rain as he did before, he got anxious because he wanted to protect Amy from something he could do nothing against.

Although all Amy really needed was one of them keeping her distracted, Jean often took her to Mozart and the three spent that time together.

That night, he played one of Amy’s favorite songs to calm her. Despite his mere presence calming her from her anxiety most of the time, Amy was still a little moody unless kept busy, or calmed down with a song.

She had smiled at him, before turning her attention to Jean and casually asking him for a dance.

Jean didn’t know how to dance, of course. He never had any need to learn. That didn’t deter her, though.

“You are a good fighter. It isn’t that different. Just a matter of getting used to it.”

Mozart didn’t say it, but he thought it was inherently different for most people. He didn’t tell her that, because he had watched Amy fencing with Jean before. From her, dance and fight looked the same.

He played for them, watching Amy trying to teach Jean. They made for a beautiful picture together. So elegant as Jean finally managed to keep up to his girlfriend’s movements. He was a fast learner.

There was that feeling of contentment again. They were made for each other and it didn’t bother Mozart much. He never expected it would be like that.

At the end of the dance, Jean kissed the back of Amy’s hand, and she gave him a polite bow, thanking him for entertaining her. Then she stood on her tiptoes, warped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

They stayed for a moment longer in each other’s arms and Amy whispered something to Jean, who looked a little nervous, both taking side glances towards Mozart, who gave them an inquisitive look in response.

He was about to ask, but Amy chuckled and left Jean, sitting by his side instead.

“What is it?” He finally asked. Amy had one of her rare mischievous looks he wasn’t often comfortable with.

Amy only kissed him and motioned towards Jean, who approached him.

“May I have one dance as well?” Jean didn’t look him in the eye as he offered a hand to Mozart.

Why? Mozart questioned for a moment. It wasn’t a common thing to ask of another male. Maybe in social situations where nobles sought favor from one another, or friends without an escort didn’t want to be disturbed.

Otherwise, there was a purpose to such an invite. But what had prompted Jean to ask? Amy? It was likely, especially when she nudged him, and Mozart finally accepted his friend’s offer.

Jean’s touch was hesitant and Mozart stiffened when a hand wrapped around his waist. Why was his heart beating so erratically? The proximity between them never felt so awkward and the warmth of where their hands touched the other’s body wasn’t helping him relax.

No. He knew why. He had noticed how his feelings had changed for a while. He’d never given attention to how familiar that change was, though.

Now he was very aware of these familiar emotions

In the background, Amy played a romantic song on her violin, adding to the mood of the moment, as if she was aware of his emotions.

Or it wasn’t about him. Jean was the one who asked for this dance. She had encouraged him to, and he had already noted it wasn’t a common thing to ask.

Did his emotions reflect these of the man who had him in his arms? Did their hearts beat in the same harmony that their bodies moved? Was he desired with the same intensity of his own desire, that only kept growing the more they stayed close?

He looked up at Jean, trying to catch a glimpse of emotion in his friend’s eye, but Jean was focused on his steps.

Mozart sighed and tried to push these stormy emotions aside to refocus his attention to the dance, but his mind kept wandering to how gracious Jean was once he got more confident and used to the dance, or how their bodies fit well together, not much different from what he’d seen in Jean and Amy.

When it ended, Mozart waited for Jean to release him, but his friend didn’t. He was actually looking Mozart in the eyes for once, but his intentions were unreadable.

“Jean?” After a moment, Mozart broke the silence.

“Sorry. It is nothing.” Jean locked away again, then looked back and, like he’d done with Amy, kissed the back of Mozart’s hand. “Thank you for this dance, mon ami.”

Mozart thought he heard Amy let out a sigh from behind him, but as Jean finally released him, their girlfriend was already by their side.

“You two are just so sweet.” She chuckled. “My beautiful boys. You don’t mind if we spend the rest of the night together, do you?”

It wouldn’t be the first time, but given the current circumstances, Mozart minded. And by the brief flash of emotion that crossed Jean’s face, so did he.

But their girlfriend looked at them with so much expectation, that neither of them dared turning her down.

It would be a long night, but maybe that would give him time to face his feelings. And who knew what tomorrow would bring?