It’s been a long fucking day.

I love Heath to death, but he’s hard to deal with sometimes. Why the fuck does he never talk about himself? I had no idea he felt uncomfortable with the fact that he’s trans, or at least uncomfortable talking about it.

Damn it, I’m an idiot. Why did I have to bring it up? Fuck.

I don’t know if I’m worthy of sleeping beside him tonight.

I’m on the couch sandwiched between Len and Heath at the moment. Len’s hand is on my thigh, and Heath’s head is on my shoulder, he doesn’t smell the greatest but I don’t care.

We’re watching a movie Len has been wanting to watch for a while. So we caved and watched it with him.

It’s like 10 pm now.

Len should really get to bed soon. He’s gotta be up by six. And I wanna cuddle Heath. Though I don’t know if he wants to cuddle me.

The movie’s almost over anyway. We watch until the credits.

And I pat them both on the knee. “Well, I’m beat, Who all wants to join me in bed?”

They both in unison, silently raise their hands without looking at me.

I chuckle. “Okay, come on then.”

I grab both of their hands. We might actually get to do it this time. I might get to sleep next to both of them. Do they really not hate each other anymore?

I pull them both along. Walking to the bedroom. I plop down on the bed without changing my clothes.

Len takes his shirt off.

Heath just stands still.

It’s a king-sized bed. It should be fine. It’s not like I’ll wake up to them duking it out on the bed.

I scoot up to the pillows. I pat the sides next to me.

Heath looks at me anxiously. I motion with my head for him to come over. He slowly shuffles over.

Len practically cannonballs on top of me wrapping his arms around me, and kissing my shoulder while looking straight at Heath. What is this sick fuck trying to pull?

I hold out my hand to Heath. He just stares at it.

I give him a smile. “Come on, it’ll be okay, and if anything goes bad, I’ll make Len sleep on the floor.”

“Hey,” Len takes a break from eating my fucking shoulder to feel offended.

At least he has one other emotion.

Heath hesitantly climbs in next to me. He rests his head on the pillow looking straight up at the ceiling. I slide my arm under his pillow. It’s for extra support.

I feel so warm. I want this to be normal, I want them both to get along. Now, I know they aren’t exactly “getting along” but at least they aren’t at each other’s throats.

Len leans over and turns off the lamp. Then he comes right back to kissing my shoulder. But this time he makes sure to make it sound as wet as possible. Is he trying to disgust everyone in the room?

He moves so he’s half on top of me, kissing my clavicle. My shoulder now cold with residual spit. I run my fingers through his hair.

I pull Heath closer. So his head is resting against me. I can feel him shake a bit.

Shit.

Is he actually terrified? I shouldn’t have done this.

“Heath?” I say out of the silence.

A pillow ruffles probably him moving his head...

“Yeah?” I hear his small voice answer.

“Do you want Lennon to leave?”

“NoOOoo,” Len interjects, loudly.

I turn to Lennon, “I’m not asking you”

Heath settles into the space between my arm and my body. “No, it’s okay”

He sounds tired.

“Okay…” I pat his arm.

Len gets off of me a bit and stops kissing altogether. Good, good. It’s all going according to plan.

I start to focus on my breathing. Trying to calm my beating heart. I’m just so happy. I never thought this day would come. Aw, I can be at ease now. I sink into sleep.