So there he was, on the floor, with a joint in his mouth, while the stoned lovebirds, were making out on the couch right above him.

It took him off guard at first, but if he was really going to be honest with himself, he thought it was hot.

He takes one more hit, before he taps on Steve’s leg, to signal that it’s his turn to take the joint.

Without thinking, or stopping the kissing, Steve aimlessly searches for the joint with wiggling fingers.

Fingers that expect to find the joint still in Jonathan’s mouth, but they only find the inside of an empty and open one.

That’s when Steve finally came up for air.

As Steve was about to pull his fingers out, he felt the tiniest swirl of a tongue.

He looks at Eddie, who was also watching this unfold.

They look at each other, silently communicating, and both nod after a moment.

Then, they both look down at Jonathan, who still has Steve’s fingers in his mouth.

Now, being high and horny, is not the best combination, they would be the first to admit that, but, what were these three men supposed to do?

Not fool around?

So, instead of pulling his fingers out, Steve leaves them in Jonathan’s mouth.

And, instead of releasing Steve’s fingers, Jonathan, decided to fully commit to sucking them.

Both Steve and Eddie, watched as Jonathan worked Steve’s fingers in and out of his mouth, like a goddamn pro.

Somewhere along the way, Jonathan had found Eddie’s ringed fingers in his mouth as well.

It felt fucking great.

Soon enough, Jonathan is looking up at them with eyes that spark want, like he needed this.

Needed them.

With nods all around, they remove their fingers from Jonathan’s mouth, they stand up, and Steve leads all three of them upstairs to his bedroom…

Jonathan is sitting at the kitchen table the next morning, with Eddie and Steve, in a mix and match of Steve and Eddie’s clothes.

Placed in front of him, is a plate full of food.

Steve cooked.

Since he woke up, he hasn’t been able to look them in the eyes. He’s so embarrassed. He’s the one that let his horniness initiate what happened last night.

Steve and Eddie, however, don’t seem to be feeling the same way he is. In fact, they’re talking like they always do.

It isn’t until Jonathan hears his name, that he finally dares to sneak a peak at the men across the table from him.

They’re smiling.

Nope, they’re smirking at him.

He half expected them to be mad or upset with him, but their smirks tell a different story.

And then that damn Eddie Munson, winks at him.

Fuck.

He can feel the blood rush from the head on his shoulders, down to the head being protected by Steve’s underwear.