3_way -- Just This Once
Len didn’t mean for it to go this far.
That first time had been strange, but good. In the dim practice room, Hino’s gentle laugh had tickled the flesh of his ear, and Tsuchiura’s hand on his am was a gentle pressure for once, instead of an irritant.
But it was supposed to end there. They were supposed to leave that room that night, and never speak of what had happened. He didn’t care what the two of them did when they were alone, as long as they left him out of it. He ignored the fleeting, timid touches a blushing Hino tried to initiate, as well as the sly glances Tsuchiura shot him the hallway.
And yet somehow, he found himself there again.
Hino was attempting to kiss him, but was smiling too much to get anything accomplished; and she was so close that when her eyelashes fluttered, they teased his own into doing the same. Tsuchiura was behind him, feeling up under his shirt with his skilled pianist fingers, smirking as he murmured, “You’re not gonna ignore us this time.”
They were bold words, but when Len felt two pairs of hands slip past the waistband of his slacks, he decided to let it slide. Just this once.
That first time had been strange, but good. In the dim practice room, Hino’s gentle laugh had tickled the flesh of his ear, and Tsuchiura’s hand on his am was a gentle pressure for once, instead of an irritant.
But it was supposed to end there. They were supposed to leave that room that night, and never speak of what had happened. He didn’t care what the two of them did when they were alone, as long as they left him out of it. He ignored the fleeting, timid touches a blushing Hino tried to initiate, as well as the sly glances Tsuchiura shot him the hallway.
And yet somehow, he found himself there again.
Hino was attempting to kiss him, but was smiling too much to get anything accomplished; and she was so close that when her eyelashes fluttered, they teased his own into doing the same. Tsuchiura was behind him, feeling up under his shirt with his skilled pianist fingers, smirking as he murmured, “You’re not gonna ignore us this time.”
They were bold words, but when Len felt two pairs of hands slip past the waistband of his slacks, he decided to let it slide. Just this once.