#tillington

You did pick up the Switch though, because you knew if Gator was relegated to the console, he’d immediately give in and let you keep it, because he had wrapped himself around your little finger willingly and, you’d even go so far as to say, enthusiastically.

“Then we’ll switch off after each match,” Gator said, and you heard him stomping from the spare room to the den. (Steve also had Gator wrapped around his little finger, though both were much less wont to admit it.)

And there you stood, Switch in your hands, smiling weakly as Gator rounded the corner.

“Aw, come on, man,” he said, then turned around. “Harrington, Fortnite’s off, you better let me on that ‘puter so I can do my fantasy football instead.”

“Huh?” you heard Steve call, smirking to yourself. Your home wasn’t that big一he’d absolutely heard what Gator said.

“I said you better let me on that fuckin’一”

“Sorry,” Steve called back, “I had Fortnite too loud in my headphones. What?”

“Man, fuck both’a y’all,” Gator said, huffing, then stomping into the living room to flop down onto the couch, dislodging the snapback he’d been wearing backwards. It fell over his face and stayed there. Gator grumbled.

“I’ll go get him,” you said, stepping over to Gator, plucking the hat off of his face and leaning in to kiss him, tender and sweet, your lips catching one another’s before you pulled away just enough to meet his eyes. “We’ll all have some playtime together, ok?”

Gator’s eyes shone for a moment, until he realized you were still holding the Switch. But he didn’t say anything, in case you meant the adult version of playtime. He didn’t want to fuck up his chances.

He just fiddled with his hat in his lap until he heard Steve yelp一you’d probably done your patented move of yanking off the communal headphones that you all shared for computer games, and then after another few minutes, you were marching back into the den with Steve, Switch in one hand, Steve’s wrist in the other. You nestled your second boyfriend down onto the couch beside the first, placed the Switch back in its dock, grabbed the Joycons, and then took your spot beside Gator (which appeased him).

“If you two can’t get along, we’re going to sit here until you do.” You navigated over to the game you wanted to play: Tiny Bookshop.

Gator groaned and Steve exhaled heavily一he was more open to cozy games, but Gator absolutely hated them. You glanced over.

“Hold hands,” you said. Gator didn’t move, his arms firmly crossed over his chest, while Steve sat with his hands on his thighs. You loaded your save, then looked over again. “You heard me.”

“We weren’t even fighting,” Steve said.

“You were antagonizing each other,” you replied, eyes back on the TV. You checked the in-game newspaper, chose a location, then went about filling the shelves in your trailer to sell books to the locals.

Beside you, Gator turned to Steve. Steve returned the scowl. Then一to his surprise (not yours, because you were very much not looking), Gator uncrossed his arms and laid his hand onto Steve’s atop his leg. For a moment, Steve genuinely thought Gator was listening to you一he made to turn his hand over, willing to hold Gator’s hand if it got them back into your good graces一but no. The moment Steve’s hand twitched, Gator’s slid up his leg further, fingertips trailing along his inner thigh, until he was cupping Steve through his jeans and Steve looked over at him, a little shocked. It wasn’t that Gator never usually initiated, it was just一he usually waited until all three of you were ready to go. You currently had your back to them, intently focused on bookselling.

“What are you doing?” Steve whispered.

Gator answered, his voice just as quiet. “Girly thinks we’re antagonizin’ each other when we ain’t. Let’s antagonize her fer once.”

Steve scoffed, almost a laugh but not quite, and then realized一oh, no, Gator was serious. 

“Shouldn’t we一”

“Hush up, Harrington,” Gator said, shifting himself a little on the couch. You didn’t even acknowledge it, because a patron in your bookshop had just asked for a recommendation and you were perusing the titles you still had available.

And then, behind your back, Gator leaned in to kiss Steve, his hand still working over him roughly through the denim. Steve reacted一he always did一his hips bucking into Gator’s hand, the couch moving beneath the three of you.

“If you two are fighting back there,” you said, “I’m turning this off and we’re all gonna play Blue Prince. I know how much you love that game.” They hated it with the fire of a thousand burning suns.

“We ain’t fightin’,” Gator said, breaking the kiss before diving right back in, and Steve hurriedly moved his hands to his waist, unbuttoning his jeans and lifting his hips up, pushing them down so Gator could slide his hand right into Steve’s briefs.

“Definitely一not fighting,” Steve added. Your head cocked to the side, and you started to turn, but just as you did, another customer in the game asked you for a recommendation, and so that captured your attention for another minute or two.

Your boyfriends’ lips met again, and this time, when Steve grunted quietly because Gator took his cock out to stroke, you paused your game and whirled around to scold them.

Except you couldn’t find the words. Because they didn’t need to be scolded.

“Wh…” you started to say, the words fading to nothing as you took in the sight before you. Gator’s broad back was toward you, but you could see the muscles flexing as his arm moved, ostensibly jerking Steve off on the couch as they kissed. Inches from you, and they’d been so quiet and stealthy you had no idea that they were fooling around with you right there.

“See?” Gator said, breaking away from Steve to speak, though not turning to face you. “Weren’t fightin’.”

“Well, let me see what you are doing then,” you said, turning to sit the other way on the couch, facing them now, and you saw Gator shake his head, mutter something to Steve that made them both chuckle (Steve’s a bit breathier, admittedly), and then Gator stood up and moved to Steve’s other side.

“Just gettin’ him nice’n ready for us,” Gator said, his hand back on Steve’s length, pulling gently at his cock, mouth on the corner of his lips. “Figure once ya have a great day makin’ money”一he glanced at the game screen一“sellin’ some books at the Lighthouse, ya might wanna relax with yer boyfriends.”

“I’m”一you looked back at the TV screen too一“almost done.”

“Well, peachy,” Gator said. “We’ll be here waitin' for ya.”

And as you watched, reaching absently for the Switch controllers, Gator bowed his back and let his tongue drag over the head of Steve’s cock, teasing the slit.

You turned back to the TV, resuming your game, fumbling most of the customer requests because now that you were listening for it, you heard the sloppy, wet sounds of Gator sucking Steve off, of Steve’s mumbles and moans一and they were all your name, you noticed一and once the day concluded, you practically tossed the controller onto the coffee table and crawled over the couch to get to your boys. Pulling Gator up by the chin, your wrist brushing the underside of Steve’s length, you moved all three of your faces together for a kiss, first licking into Gator’s mouth, then Steve’s, and then all three of you were moving together, your hand on top of Gator’s as you slid them over Steve’s cock, both touching him at the same time. His chest kicked as you let your hand slip off of Gator’s, now moving over him in tandem, opposite the other, rubbing at him until he was gasping against your lips, turning to press his nose into Gator’s cheek, his body roiling at the attention he was getting from you and Gator一until finally, his hips kicked up once, twice, three times.

You felt his hot release on the back of your hand, smeared over his velvety cock by your fingers, as Gator withdrew his hand to lift it to Steve’s mouth.

“Made a mess,” Gator said, angling his come-covered fingers toward Steve’s lips. “Clean it up, ya sloppy motherfucker.”

Steve’s tongue moved over Gator digits, licking between them, gathering his own spend and collecting it on his tongue. Gator pulled his hand away, and Steve leaned back, but you raised your arm, proffering your hand to Steve too.

“Wait,” you said, and before Steve could swallow what was already in his mouth, you had him licking his come off of your hand too, gathering it all up onto his tongue, and you moved your free hand to hold his jaw, keeping his mouth open. You looked at Gator, then flicked your eyes at Steve. “Go on.”

Gator’s lips curled for a brief moment, but then he leaned in, kissing Steve deeply, their tongues moving against one another’s, and Gator lapped up the come from Steve’s tongue, holding it on his own. He showed you, smug, before leaning forward to kiss you right in front of Steve, passing Steve’s spunk to you. You moaned a little at the taste of him, of Gator too, and swallowed it down before Gator nosed in to you again, licking into your mouth, and then tipped you both toward Steve, letting him join in the kiss too. Your hand wandered down Steve’s front again, then moved to Gator’s. You tugged at the hem of his shirt upward while the three of you made out, games forgotten一you’d fully succumbed to their antagonizing.