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In fact, it was more like ten. If he'd been awake enough to realize how early it still was, he'd probably be embarrassed.

He had no idea how long he was asleep, but he woke up to the feel of lips against his forehead and a soft female voice gently telling him to wake up. He blinked, coming back to consciousness, and realized he'd fallen asleep on Aidan's shoulder, and that was Aidan's mouth pressed almost in his hair.

Weird.

But actually kind of nice.

But still weird.

"We don't want you to sleep on the couch," the voice continued. Stella. He was very slowly waking up.

"I should go home," he mumbled, fighting a yawn and trying to sit up. It was darker in the room than he remembered it being. "Shit. What time is it?"

"Late. I'm not going to drive you home. You're staying over, ok?"

"I have to go to work tomorrow."

"I'll take you home in the morning so you can change your clothes. I think we had this discussion." He thought he could see her grin in the dim light.

"Val," Aidan said on his other side. "Stay with us tonight. You know how we had that conversation about fucking half the cast of The Dark Knight, and I asked if you'd ever do a threesome?" Val turned to stare at him. Aidan looked completely serious. Val suddenly knew where this line of conversation was headed, and he was a little confused as to why he wasn't freaking out. "Yeah."

"I. Um," Val stammered. He wasn't freaking out, but he couldn't figure out how to answer, either.

Aidan lifted his hand and gently brushed his fingers across Val's cheek. Val could feel Stella pulling his hair back, could feel her hand on his neck.

"Stay," Aidan murmured, his hand curling around the back of Val's head and pulling him close for a kiss.

Ok, this was... this was weird. Maybe Val was dreaming, because here he was, sitting on Aidan and Stella's couch, his lips parting to let Aidan's tongue in his mouth, his hand resting on Aidan's thigh. He had dreamed about situations like this, and situations that went much farther than this, and he knew he'd fallen asleep during Lonesome Dove, so he had to be dreaming. He couldn't think of any other explanation for why this was happening to him, why he was sitting on this couch making out with his really good friend, while that friend's girlfriend sat on the other side of him playing with his hair. He couldn't think of any other reason as for why he'd be aware of all this and completely unfazed by it at the same time.

Val almost unconsciously started to knead Aidan's thigh as their kiss grew deeper and Aidan's free arm reached around his shoulder along the back of the couch. He could feel Stella's lips on the back of his neck, Stella's hand at his waist. He didn't want to move. He didn't ever want to move.

Eventually Aidan pulled back a little so they could both catch their breath. Val blinked at him. Aidan grinned. Val thought he could feel Stella smiling against his shoulder.

"I said I didn't want to share Stella with Chad," Aidan said. "I never said I wouldn't share her with you." He brushed his thumb across Val's lips. "Do you know what I want you to do? I want you to fuck me. Slow, fast, hard, take your time, I don't care. I want you to fuck my girlfriend. I want to watch."

Val didn't know what to say to that, other than I want to fuck you too and I jerked off in the shower a couple days ago thinking about you and I think I'm dreaming, which was what he did say.

"You're not dreaming," Stella told him. "We've talked about this. Me and Aidan. I know you want him. He knows you want him. You just didn't know we both wanted you."

"I can't believe we're talking about this," Val said.

"This goes all the way. We're not just talking about the sex."

"I said you should try dating someone who's already dating someone," Aidan reminded him. "Who did you think I was talking about?" He flashed a grin.

"Not you," Val muttered.

"Surprise."

No shit.

"We want to try it," Stella went on. "We think it can work. We want it to." She stroked a finger along Val's jaw. "Stay with us, Val. Be part of us. We'll stop if you want to, but give it a chance first."

"You know you want to bang me like a screen door in a hurricane," Aidan said cheerfully.

Well, that was true. But it was a little disconcerting for Val to hear Aidan admit it for him.

"We should be having this conversation in the bedroom. The bed's a little more comfortable than the couch, you know?" Aidan untangled himself, pushed off the couch, and held out his hand to Val. "Come on. Meet the bed."

"You're so weird," was all Val could think of to say. But he got up, partly because Stella was prodding him and partly because he was still half convinced he was dreaming, and he let Aidan lead him into the bedroom. Stella turned on a lamp in the living room as she followed them, but they left the lights off in the bedroom. The ambient light from the other room let them see, but still left the bedroom a little dim.

Aidan pulled Val down on the bed, almost on top of him, and Val felt the bed dip as Stella climbed onto the mattress next to them. He didn't know what to do, who to concentrate on, who or where to touch, but Aidan's hands in his hair guided their mouths together, and Val managed to turn off his brain - it was so tired anyway - and let his body take over.

He ground against Aidan, fisted his hand in the shoulder of Aidan's shirt and moaned when Aidan pushed a hand between them to fumble with Val's belt and the button of his jeans. Val didn't want to move away but didn't know how else to help, but then he felt Stella pulling at his shirt, and he and Aidan rolled apart to get their clothes off.

Aidan naked was as good as Val had always imagined - he was tall and lean and while he wasn't hairy, the bodyhair he had was short and dark and curly. His nipples were pale, his cock starting to fill and curving a little to the left.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Stella whispered in Val's ear. "I wanted to sleep with him on the first date." Val nodded. "Your turn. I want to see both of you."

Val rolled away from her enough to kneel on the bed. He pushed his hair out of his face and tried not to blush as Stella looked him up and down and Aidan crawled around him to do the same. Aidan reached out and put his hand flat against Val's chest.

"You shave," he said, sounding almost like he was surprised, and like he couldn't figure out why Val would do that.

"I swim," Val said by way of explanation. He hadn't raced in four years, but old habits died hard. At least he'd stopped shaving his arms and legs and pits.

"I like it." Aidan started knee-walking forward but Stella got between him and Val and stopped him.

"My turn," she murmured, stretching up to cover Val's mouth with hers and to rub his nipples with her fingertips.

Val had known for a long time that men and women were different kinds of kissers, and kissing them was a different experience, but he'd never had two examples so close together. Stella's mouth was smaller and her face softer, although she was just as insistent, and her fingers rolling his nipples made him moan. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on her mouth, especially when one of her hands stroked down his chest and stomach to curl around his cock.

"Aidan wants this so badly," she murmured a little breathlessly against Val's lips. "I think it's time you gave it to him." She jerked him a couple of times anyway, making him gasp involuntarily, before she slid away and off the bed.

"Why are you still dressed?" Aidan asked her.

"I don't want to distract Val from your beauty," she said saucily, grinning. "Don't worry, baby, I'll get naked for you."

"I hope so." He gestured to Val. "You. Come here."

They fell backwards onto the bed again, rubbing against each other, Val rolling on top of Aidan and settling between his thighs.

"You're so quiet," Aidan said. Val shrugged a shoulder. "You don't talk while you fuck?"

"I don't know what to say."

"How about 'Spread 'em'," Stella suggested, poking Val in the shoulder with what turned out to be a tube of lube. "And 'You look so hot, I want to fuck you'."

"You're hot. I want to fuck you."

"There you go. Here." She handed Val the lube and a little foil packet, and once he'd taken them she shimmied out of her jeans and t-shirt. Her panties were covered with little flowers, and her bra was lacy and pink. Val was momentarily distracted as she struck a pose and grinned.

"Hey," Aidan said, smacking Val lightly on the side of the head. "Over here."

"Sorry, sorry." Val sat back, squirted some lube on his fingers, and worked one and then two into Aidan's body. Aidan stretched like a cat and made a pleased noise as Val fingered him, and Val wasn't sure but he thought he could hear Stella make a sound as well.

Who knew that watching someone else get ready to fuck her boyfriend would turn Stella on? This whole evening was so surreal.

"Any time, dude," Aidan panted, reaching for his own cock with one hand and for Val with the other. Val took the hint, pulled his fingers away, ripped open the condom, and rolled the latex over his prick.

"Are... are you sure?" Val asked.

"Am I sure? Do I look like I'm having second thoughts?"

"No, I mean... are you... with me...."

"Yes, Val," Stella said gently. "He's sure."

Aidan parted his thighs and Val guided himself in, and for a minute he just stayed there, getting settled, seating himself deep, letting his brain catch up to his body.

But his body was off on its own track, and his brain was gone. It was just him and the guy he'd been fantasizing about for the better part of two years, Aidan who he liked with a depth he reserved for very close people, who he could say he loved like he loved some of his friends.

Aidan whose body was hot and tight and accepting, whose arms reached for Val's hips to grab and encourage him.

"Fuck me," Aidan breathed, more command than anything else, and Val stopped thinking and obliged.

Aidan talked during sex, words of encouragement and demand and praise among the panting breaths and the groans. His skin was flushed, Val could tell even in the dim light, and another time maybe Val would be able to lean down for a kiss or to lick at Aidan's skin or to play with his nipples, but it was enough that he was here at all, enough that he was buried deep in Aidan's ass, thrusting hard and fast and unsure what he was doing on the one hand but so completely in control on the other.

It was confusing. It was amazing. It was hot. And when Stella leaned over to pull Aidan's hand away so she could take his cock in her mouth, it was more than Val could stand.

He came with a groan, shaking and sweating and briefly unable to breathe. Stella's head bobbed up and down and Val watched her and watched Aidan's face and he could tell from Aidan's expression when he finally came.

"Jesus Christ," Val breathed. "That was hot. That's... I wasn't... I didn't expect that."

"What?" Stella asked, sitting up. "You thought I'd just watch when I could taste?" She grinned a quick grin and planted a kiss on Val's lips. "Do I taste like him?" She patted his cheek. "One of you owes me an orgasm."

"I'm, um, I think I'm wiped out." He pulled out and almost fell off the bed in an attempt to stand.

"That way." Stella pointed to the bathroom door. "Go clean up." She smiled at him. "You're fantastic to watch."

Val thought he heard her say "He's a keeper" as he went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He unrolled the condom and dropped it in the toilet, and stayed in the bathroom maybe a little longer than was necessary. He was starting to realize that this wasn't a dream, this was really happening, he'd really just had sex with Aidan while Stella watched, and they were both ok with it.

More than that, they both wanted it. They wanted him.

He was so confused.

And tired. He was really, really tired. And he couldn't go home. He was most definitely sleeping here.

He turned on the faucet in the sink, splashed some cold water on his face, wiped it with a towel, and went back into the bedroom. Stella and Aidan were now lying together, and he was - he couldn't be fucking her, he couldn't possibly have that quick a recovery time - no, he was using his fingers, stroking her hard enough to make her whimper and moan, and Val stood in the doorway of the bathroom, unwilling to intrude on what (despite everything they'd just done) seemed like a private moment.

He stayed there, silent, until Stella climaxed and went limp, and even then he waited until Aidan noticed him and waved.

"Come back to bed," Aidan called. "No more sex tonight, I promise."

"I don't," Stella said, giggling. Aidan smacked her on the shoulder. "I don't have to wait to get it back up."

"Yeah yeah, I know about the multiple orgasm, whatever. Come on, Val, you're not going to sleep on the couch now. Are you about to wig? Don't wig. I'll put my shorts back on if it makes you feel better."

Stella climbed out of bed, went over to the dresser, and rummaged around in a drawer until she found a large t-shirt and pulled it on over her head. It was clearly one of Aidan's.

"I have some pajama bottoms you can borrow," Aidan said. "If you want."

"No, thanks," Val said, "that's, um, that's a little too weird." He found his boxer briefs and put them back on, then climbed under the covers next to Aidan.

"See? This isn't so bad, is it."

"You're still naked." Val wasn't sure why it suddenly mattered, but it did. Aidan sighed, got out of bed, and put his boxers back on before getting under the covers again. Stella got into bed on the other side of him.

"Better," Aidan said. He tucked Val's hair behind his ear with a gentle finger, which then traced a line across his jaw. "You looked pretty hot fucking my ass." He grinned, then leaned in for a quick kiss, just a press of lips to lips, before settling back and closing his eyes. "Might want you to do it again in the morning."

"I get him in the morning," Stella said from Aidan's other side. "You'll still be asleep and we'll be doing it on the kitchen table." She leaned up so she could blow Val a kiss over Aidan's shoulder. "I'm not serious, Val. I'll make you pancakes, though. Go to sleep. It'll be ok."

He didn't know what to think about this. He wasn't sure he even knew how to think about this. He didn't know what to do.

But his body did. He fell asleep.

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