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smackenzieVal's brain eventually caught up with the rest of him and woke him up. The fact that he was entirely unused to sleeping with anyone else in the same bed also probably had something to do with it. Aidan's arm flung across his chest was a pleasant, oddly comforting weight, but it was also just plain odd, and Val waited until he reached full consciousness before he very gently lifted it up and slid out from underneath it. He equally gently lowered Aidan's arm to the mattress and tiptoed out of the bedroom.
This whole thing was still so very weird, and part of his brain, the part that was finally coming back online, was starting to think it was a little bit wrong. Val remembered being unable to understand why someone would want two boyfriends or two girlfriends or one of each, in addition to their current partner, and he remembered what Aidan had told him, that some people just had too much love to share with only one other person. He remembered how Aidan had laughed at his own hippy-dippy phrasing but seemed to be admitting that the sentiment was still sometimes true.
And now, what, they were putting that sentiment into practice? Aidan and Stella both had more love than they could spend on each other? They both needed someone else to share, to drain that emotion onto? And they'd picked him as their... love receptacle?
Oh, that was just stupid. And probably unfair. Val knew they liked him as a friend, and knew he liked them as friends too. They knew he cared about them, and if they didn't know that, they should. He guessed deciding to date someone was just taking the next step. He'd always liked the idea of dating someone you were already friends with, although the couple of times he'd tried it, and from hearing about other people's experiences, he knew that chances were slim for the friendship to survive after the relationship dissolved. It could happen - he'd seen it happen - that partners stayed friends after they broke up, but it didn't happen that often. And he didn't want to lose Aidan or Stella as friends.
And besides, how did you logistically date two people, while they also dated each other? How did you break up the time you spent with one or the other? Did you do everything as a three-person unit? It could be hard enough coordinating a schedule with one other person, never mind two.
And he just couldn't get over the fact that Aidan and Stella seemed to think this was not just normal but completely possible, that they thought there was room in their life and their bed for a third person, that they were so willing to share and so convinced he did too. Which, ok, Val wasn't by nature particularly jealous - he wasn't the kind of guy who got pissed off when his date looked at other guys, although it annoyed him a little bit - he wasn't really possessive, he easily shared his friends, he didn't mind that his last girlfriend had had a huge group of friends he didn't know. If you gave him some of your time and affection, and you were clear on the fact that the two of you were a couple, he didn't really care what you did with the hours and days you weren't with him.
Which wasn't to say he liked being cheated on, because he didn't. But he guessed this was different. All the parties involved knew about all the other parties involved. He figured there'd just be twice as much honest communication as he'd normally have with someone he was dating.
He could turn this around in his head all he wanted, though, and it still wouldn't make complete sense. A threesome just for sex, he could kind of understand that, at least in theory, but a relationship? Because Stella had made it sound like she and Aidan wanted a relationship. With him. Of all people. And now, of all times.
He just could not understand it, not how it would work and not why two people would want it. He didn't want to have anything to do with even the possibility that he could break up two people who he loved, whose relationship he admired. Because three people was just a recipe for disaster.
He wondered when he'd gotten so pessimistic.
He realized he was standing by Stella's telescope, which she had named Little Ben because someday she wanted a huge one that she could call Big Ben. The curtains hanging in the living room windows were open, and if Val squinted he could almost see into the building next door. There was no one else awake, of course. He was the only crazy person who couldn't sleep.
He heard footsteps and saw someone moving out of the corner of his eye. So maybe he wasn't the only crazy person awake at this absurd hour of the night.
"Hey there," Stella said softly, coming up behind him and putting her arms around his waist. She rested her chin on his shoulder. "Can't sleep?"
"No."
"Are you freaking out? Aidan said you might freak out."
"I'm not. I am. I don't get it. Why me? Why now?"
"Why not?" She pressed her lips to his shoulder.
"What made you... I mean, when...."
"When did we decide we wanted to do this?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"We like you. We think you're cute." He could feel her grinning against his skin.
"I don't think I can do this. It's weird."
"I want to tell you something."
"Ok."
"Sometimes Aidan wants me to fuck him with a strap-on. Sometimes he wants it up the butt." Val was probably blushing, although not as much as Stella might have expected, because he already knew Aidan was bi, and if he hadn't known before that night that Aidan bottomed for guys, he did now.
"I got it out about a month ago," Stella went on. "So here we are, I'm riding him hard, we're both really into it, and he says your name." She paused. Val tried to let that little bit of information sink in. "Once I figured out he meant you and not some other Val, not a woman or an ex or someone, I started thinking about it. What it might be like to get involved with you. See, Aidan knows you have a huge crush on him. He's known for a while." Her arms moved up to cross his chest. "He's kind of flattered. He thinks it means you have good taste. But I didn't realize he might want you too. But he does. He likes you, Val. He really, really does. He likes you as a friend - I think he loves you as a friend - and he thinks he'd like you as a partner too."
She uncrossed her arms, put her hands on Val's hips, and turned him to face her. "We both do. You and Aidan kissing is the hottest thing I've ever seen, second only to you and Aidan fucking. If I let anyone else touch my boyfriend, it's going to be you, because I know you care about him almost as much as I do."
"What if it goes bad?" Val asked.
"What if it does? We'll still be friends. I can be friends with my exes, Val. I know Aidan still talks to at least one of his. If we thought we'd lose you as a friend, we wouldn't be doing this."
"I don't want to break you up."
Stella laughed. "What a high opinion you have of yourself," she said, smiling hugely. "I am crazy in love with my boyfriend, and I know he's crazy in love with me. No one is going to break us up, trust me. Not even you."
Val wasn't sure but he thought he might be offended, or at least a little upset. It must have shown on his face, even in the near-dark, because Stella's expression softened and she pulled him close.
"Listen to me, ok? No one's going to break us up, but that doesn't mean we won't let someone else in. We both want you. We both want to be involved with you. Date you. Sleep with you. Meet your mom. The whole thing."
"My mom still thinks I'm going to meet a nice girl and get married. She won't admit I like boys."
"So she can meet me." Stella linked her arms around Val's waist and smiled up at him. She was so cute with her bedhead and Aidan's t-shirt, and she looked so earnest, and her body was warm against his, and he had no idea what to do. He felt almost like he was putting the moves on his best friend's girl. "Val. Don't worry about it. Aidan and I don't know what we're doing either, but we want to figure it out. We've talked about this. Maybe that's the problem - we talked about it, and you didn't. Tomorrow we'll sit down, all three of us, and we'll discuss this. Ok? We'll all go into it with a better idea what we're getting into."
"I have to go into work."
"You're so funny." Her fingers idly stroked his lower back, just above the waistband of his boxer briefs. "We'll get it all done, I promise. You'll have breakfast, I'll take you to work, you'll come back, we'll talk. We'll order Chinese food or something. I can even draw some diagrams." She grinned. "I want you to be ok with this."
"I'm not ok with it." He couldn't explain it any better than that. "I'm not... I like you guys. I think if the situation was different, I'd go out with you and Aidan. Not at the same time, though. I like what you have. But... Aidan called you a closed system. There isn't a place for anyone else."
"We'll make one. I think it can work. I know me and Aidan want it to." She leaned up and kissed him gently. "Will you try? Will you promise to? For Aidan. For me. Please."
"I. Ok. I can try."
"For the fantastic sex, if nothing else." Her grin widened. "Seriously, is he not the best fuck you've ever had, or what?"
"I can't answer that!"
"I'll take that as yes. Now come back to bed. It's kind of cold out here and the bed's warm." She stepped away from him and took his hand. "I won't jump you. Aidan would never wake up but he's lying smack in the middle of the bed and taking up all this room anyway. Come on." She tugged on his hand and Val let her lead him back into the bedroom. She pressed another soft kiss to his lips before practically pushing him under the covers next to Aidan and then walking around the bed to get in on the other side.
"Goodnight, Val," she called softly over Aidan's shoulder. "Go back to sleep."
Yes mom, he thought, closing his eyes and eventually doing just that.
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This whole thing was still so very weird, and part of his brain, the part that was finally coming back online, was starting to think it was a little bit wrong. Val remembered being unable to understand why someone would want two boyfriends or two girlfriends or one of each, in addition to their current partner, and he remembered what Aidan had told him, that some people just had too much love to share with only one other person. He remembered how Aidan had laughed at his own hippy-dippy phrasing but seemed to be admitting that the sentiment was still sometimes true.
And now, what, they were putting that sentiment into practice? Aidan and Stella both had more love than they could spend on each other? They both needed someone else to share, to drain that emotion onto? And they'd picked him as their... love receptacle?
Oh, that was just stupid. And probably unfair. Val knew they liked him as a friend, and knew he liked them as friends too. They knew he cared about them, and if they didn't know that, they should. He guessed deciding to date someone was just taking the next step. He'd always liked the idea of dating someone you were already friends with, although the couple of times he'd tried it, and from hearing about other people's experiences, he knew that chances were slim for the friendship to survive after the relationship dissolved. It could happen - he'd seen it happen - that partners stayed friends after they broke up, but it didn't happen that often. And he didn't want to lose Aidan or Stella as friends.
And besides, how did you logistically date two people, while they also dated each other? How did you break up the time you spent with one or the other? Did you do everything as a three-person unit? It could be hard enough coordinating a schedule with one other person, never mind two.
And he just couldn't get over the fact that Aidan and Stella seemed to think this was not just normal but completely possible, that they thought there was room in their life and their bed for a third person, that they were so willing to share and so convinced he did too. Which, ok, Val wasn't by nature particularly jealous - he wasn't the kind of guy who got pissed off when his date looked at other guys, although it annoyed him a little bit - he wasn't really possessive, he easily shared his friends, he didn't mind that his last girlfriend had had a huge group of friends he didn't know. If you gave him some of your time and affection, and you were clear on the fact that the two of you were a couple, he didn't really care what you did with the hours and days you weren't with him.
Which wasn't to say he liked being cheated on, because he didn't. But he guessed this was different. All the parties involved knew about all the other parties involved. He figured there'd just be twice as much honest communication as he'd normally have with someone he was dating.
He could turn this around in his head all he wanted, though, and it still wouldn't make complete sense. A threesome just for sex, he could kind of understand that, at least in theory, but a relationship? Because Stella had made it sound like she and Aidan wanted a relationship. With him. Of all people. And now, of all times.
He just could not understand it, not how it would work and not why two people would want it. He didn't want to have anything to do with even the possibility that he could break up two people who he loved, whose relationship he admired. Because three people was just a recipe for disaster.
He wondered when he'd gotten so pessimistic.
He realized he was standing by Stella's telescope, which she had named Little Ben because someday she wanted a huge one that she could call Big Ben. The curtains hanging in the living room windows were open, and if Val squinted he could almost see into the building next door. There was no one else awake, of course. He was the only crazy person who couldn't sleep.
He heard footsteps and saw someone moving out of the corner of his eye. So maybe he wasn't the only crazy person awake at this absurd hour of the night.
"Hey there," Stella said softly, coming up behind him and putting her arms around his waist. She rested her chin on his shoulder. "Can't sleep?"
"No."
"Are you freaking out? Aidan said you might freak out."
"I'm not. I am. I don't get it. Why me? Why now?"
"Why not?" She pressed her lips to his shoulder.
"What made you... I mean, when...."
"When did we decide we wanted to do this?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"We like you. We think you're cute." He could feel her grinning against his skin.
"I don't think I can do this. It's weird."
"I want to tell you something."
"Ok."
"Sometimes Aidan wants me to fuck him with a strap-on. Sometimes he wants it up the butt." Val was probably blushing, although not as much as Stella might have expected, because he already knew Aidan was bi, and if he hadn't known before that night that Aidan bottomed for guys, he did now.
"I got it out about a month ago," Stella went on. "So here we are, I'm riding him hard, we're both really into it, and he says your name." She paused. Val tried to let that little bit of information sink in. "Once I figured out he meant you and not some other Val, not a woman or an ex or someone, I started thinking about it. What it might be like to get involved with you. See, Aidan knows you have a huge crush on him. He's known for a while." Her arms moved up to cross his chest. "He's kind of flattered. He thinks it means you have good taste. But I didn't realize he might want you too. But he does. He likes you, Val. He really, really does. He likes you as a friend - I think he loves you as a friend - and he thinks he'd like you as a partner too."
She uncrossed her arms, put her hands on Val's hips, and turned him to face her. "We both do. You and Aidan kissing is the hottest thing I've ever seen, second only to you and Aidan fucking. If I let anyone else touch my boyfriend, it's going to be you, because I know you care about him almost as much as I do."
"What if it goes bad?" Val asked.
"What if it does? We'll still be friends. I can be friends with my exes, Val. I know Aidan still talks to at least one of his. If we thought we'd lose you as a friend, we wouldn't be doing this."
"I don't want to break you up."
Stella laughed. "What a high opinion you have of yourself," she said, smiling hugely. "I am crazy in love with my boyfriend, and I know he's crazy in love with me. No one is going to break us up, trust me. Not even you."
Val wasn't sure but he thought he might be offended, or at least a little upset. It must have shown on his face, even in the near-dark, because Stella's expression softened and she pulled him close.
"Listen to me, ok? No one's going to break us up, but that doesn't mean we won't let someone else in. We both want you. We both want to be involved with you. Date you. Sleep with you. Meet your mom. The whole thing."
"My mom still thinks I'm going to meet a nice girl and get married. She won't admit I like boys."
"So she can meet me." Stella linked her arms around Val's waist and smiled up at him. She was so cute with her bedhead and Aidan's t-shirt, and she looked so earnest, and her body was warm against his, and he had no idea what to do. He felt almost like he was putting the moves on his best friend's girl. "Val. Don't worry about it. Aidan and I don't know what we're doing either, but we want to figure it out. We've talked about this. Maybe that's the problem - we talked about it, and you didn't. Tomorrow we'll sit down, all three of us, and we'll discuss this. Ok? We'll all go into it with a better idea what we're getting into."
"I have to go into work."
"You're so funny." Her fingers idly stroked his lower back, just above the waistband of his boxer briefs. "We'll get it all done, I promise. You'll have breakfast, I'll take you to work, you'll come back, we'll talk. We'll order Chinese food or something. I can even draw some diagrams." She grinned. "I want you to be ok with this."
"I'm not ok with it." He couldn't explain it any better than that. "I'm not... I like you guys. I think if the situation was different, I'd go out with you and Aidan. Not at the same time, though. I like what you have. But... Aidan called you a closed system. There isn't a place for anyone else."
"We'll make one. I think it can work. I know me and Aidan want it to." She leaned up and kissed him gently. "Will you try? Will you promise to? For Aidan. For me. Please."
"I. Ok. I can try."
"For the fantastic sex, if nothing else." Her grin widened. "Seriously, is he not the best fuck you've ever had, or what?"
"I can't answer that!"
"I'll take that as yes. Now come back to bed. It's kind of cold out here and the bed's warm." She stepped away from him and took his hand. "I won't jump you. Aidan would never wake up but he's lying smack in the middle of the bed and taking up all this room anyway. Come on." She tugged on his hand and Val let her lead him back into the bedroom. She pressed another soft kiss to his lips before practically pushing him under the covers next to Aidan and then walking around the bed to get in on the other side.
"Goodnight, Val," she called softly over Aidan's shoulder. "Go back to sleep."
Yes mom, he thought, closing his eyes and eventually doing just that.
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Date: 2008-11-14 03:07 am (UTC)Poor Val! It's a big jump from clueless to overwhelmed. ;)
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Date: 2008-11-15 01:21 am (UTC)val is going to continue to be overwhelmed, unfortunately. but he does eventually figure this part out.