Original Fic - Squished, 1/1
More from the Halloween boys!
Summary: Evan-centric.
Pairing: Evan/Vincent/Matthew
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Drabble; same universe as Trick or Treat
Squished
At some point, Evan was going to stop wondering how he always got squished between his lovers and just go with it. He was sure of it. Heck, he was so sure of it he'd promised himself a third slice of Vincent's special apple-puffed-pancake breakfast on any morning he could be sure he hadn't thought about the squishing thing at all.
He scowled.
Tomorrow would not be such a breakfast.
Trying very hard to avoid waking anybody, he began to inch upwards. Matt had one arm thrown over his waist, so that side was easy enough -- as long as he did this smoothly enough to replace his own body with Vincent's, Matt would remain safely unconcious. Vincent was less easy to satisfy. The bloodsucking nuisanced liked to rest his fingertips on a pulse point, and there just weren't enough of those in the human body.
He'd made it almost all the way to a seated-on-the-pillows-and-ready-to-make-a-break-for-it posture when the cool hand now laying against his femoral artery suddenly clenched. He frowned at a sleepy grey glare.
"Let me out, Vince. I need to piss."
The hand wavered.
"Come back to bed, after?"
"Yeahfine," he muttered, and made his escape. He'd have considered heading downstairs to get a head start on the day, after, but if he went back to bed, not only would Vincent be all soft and warm and cuddly...
...This time, he could could be the squisher, instead of the squishee.