Lincoln's POV:
Silas attempts to run, but he's exhausted, so both Atticus and I watch while he tries to run and trips, face planting into the carpet.
"You alright?" I ask, and Silas turns around, his face bright red.
Atticus gets out of bed and approaches Silas. "Promise you won't throw me across the room?" he asks, and Silas' face gets even redder, which I'm surprised is even possible!
"Yeah," he mutters and Atticus stoops over and picks him up, carrying him back toward the bed. "I run when things get difficult."
"We could tell," I say, taking Silas' right hand in both of mine. "But it doesn't have to be difficult. Just... just say yes. Just give us a chance, Silas."
Silas looks between us and there's something in his eyes that shows he wants to dive in and be with us, but there's something else that makes him hesitate.
"Maybe this idiot was a bit forward," I say, kissing Atticus' cheek and making him grumble. "Don't get irritated! You know I'm right."
"I didn't think he'd throw me across the room."
Silas flinches. "Sorry."
"Don't apologize," Atticus says, reaching for him and pulling Silas into his lap, leaning back against the headboard.
Silas' back is against Atticus' chest, so I sit on Atticus' thighs and face Silas. He is looking at me nervously, and I know he's unsure, and my only goal right now is to make him sure.
It doesn't have to be difficult; this can be easy.
We all just have to put in effort and be willing to be together. Besides, it's basically the same as a two way relationship, just with an extra person.
It just means spicier sex, which I'm totally down for.
Silas is tense, and I wish he'd just relax.
"Like I said, Atticus was pretty forward," I say, cupping Silas' face with my hands. "I'm not as forward."
Silas' eyes widen to the size of saucers when I kiss him, but when I open mine briefly, I see that his have fluttered shut. He doesn't throw me across the room, which I greatly appreciate, and instead he opens his mouth a bit so I can take control and push my tongue into his mouth.
I feel Atticus' hands reach back and grip my waist and I can tell he's feeling a little left out, but I'll take care of him in a second. For now, I want to focus on Silas and making sure he doesn't try to run away from us.
When I pull away from Silas' lips, his face is pink but there's more lust in his eyes than nervousness.
Cute.
"Wow, so he can do it and not get thrown across the room," Atticus mutters, and Silas turns around in his lap, blushing as he shyly pecks Atticus on the lips.
Of course, Atticus is a needy brat, so he grabs the back of Silas' head and pushes him past their innocent kiss that I had just witnessed.
"You two... you really are serious?" Silas asks, and I nod eagerly which Atticus flashes him one of his perfect smiles. "We need to discuss this."
I groan and wrap my arms around Silas' waist, tackling him into the bed and clinging onto him like a koala.
"Sleep first," I tell him, because I'm tired and we can discuss this (or not!) when we wake up.
Honestly, there's not much to discuss! I like both Atticus and Silas, I want to be in a relationship with both of them, and I'm pretty sure they both feel the exact same! Why do we need to talk about it? It'll just make Silas anxious and unsure and it'll stress me out if he decides he doesn't want to be with us.
What if it messes myself and Atticus up?
"No, stop," I tell myself, pulling the comforter over myself while Atticus does the same on his side and pulls it over Silas. "He hasn't run... well, at least not successfully, so he's going to be okay. This will all work out if we all want it enough, and I think we do."
Atticus and I have sandwiched Silas between us. I keep my hands around his waist, and I feel Atticus' arms wrap around Silas as well, and he's touching my hips to make sure we're all touching each other.
I feel so relaxed and comfortable, with my face pressed into Silas' neck, shivers running down his body as I press tiny kisses to his flesh.
"Lincoln, I'm trying to sleep," Silas scolds me, and I sit up briefly to watch him shove his face into Atticus' chest.
Atticus is already almost asleep, and that man sleeps like he's dead. He opens his eyes a little and rolls his eyes at me playfully, ruffling my hair before he closes his eyes again.
I guess I should sleep, too.
I've been up all night, but having Silas back and out of prison has me rejuvenated so I'm having a difficult time falling asleep because I'm so happy. I got Silas back with myself and Atticus, I got a new boyfriend, and he's no longer wanted!
Today is going pretty good.
Silas looks back over his shoulder at me and I watch him lift his hand and see the steams of grey-blue energy leave his fingertips, and my mind suddenly feels fuzzy and I can't keep my eyes open.
That bastard is using his powers against me!
Eh, I'll fight him later, but I'm too tired right now to argue.
•••
I like waking up from naps in the late afternoon, when it's dark in the room and I'm warm but not gross and sweaty like when you wake up looking like you're hungover as hell.
However, I do not like seeing that I'm alone in bed.
The disrespect!
I get out of bed, dragging the entire comforter with me because I'm cold and I like giant blankets and I like to feel safe and covered by blankets. Oftentimes I'll have Atticus lay on me because it feels safer and more comforting to have someone bigger than me cover me.
Silas is a little taller than me, but he's pretty thin so I'll cover him.
We can be a sandwich; I'll be in the middle, Silas can be on the bottom, and Atticus can crush us with his big police muscles.
"Babes, why do you have to drag the blanket around like that?" Atticus asks me when I get to the kitchen and sit down on the floor in my blanket pile.
I glare at him. "Don't judge me. I'm a specialist."
Silas is sitting at the bar, drinking something pink through a straw. "Is that your excuse for everything?" he asks me, a shy smile on his face.
"Shut up, I'm a specialist," I say again, getting up and trudging over to Silas, my blanket dragging behind me.
He's still wearing the goofy shirt that Atticus gave him, making me chuckle.
"What are you drinking?" I ask Silas, taking his cup and drinking from it, sweet tartness covering my tongue. "Mmmm."
"Raspberry lemonade," Silas says, taking it back and shooting me a dirty look. "Go get your own cup."
I perk up. "Who got lemonade?"
"I went grocery shopping since you two were asleep for hours," Atticus complains, being overly dramatic.
He's such a brat.
However, when I look at the clock, I realize it's five in the afternoon, so I did sleep for a good seven hours.
"How long did you sleep?" I ask Atticus, leaving my blanket behind and making my way over to the fridge to fill my own cup with ice and lemonade.
"Only until two," Atticus responds, taking my drink from me and pouring a bit into Silas' cup. "You owe him, babes!"
I huff and take my drink back, going over to sit by Silas. "Fine. How long did you sleep, Silas?"
"Until three." He looks between myself and Atticus, before he takes a deep breath. "I want to talk to both of you..."
Atticus and I give him all of our attention.
"I want to accept your... what do I even call it?" he asks, seeming stressed and his face is as red as a lobster. "I want to join your relationship. Or is it starting a new relationship?"
I shriek, making Atticus wince and Silas nearly fall out of his chair.
"I don't know but I don't really care!" I exclaim, rushing over to the small alcohol fridge and taking out a bottle of apple cider because I hate champagne. "Atticus, grab the champagne flutes! We're going to the hot tub!"
Silas and Atticus share a confused look but they follow me outside to the hot tub.
I'm usually very composed and professional, but I'm so excited that Silas wants to be with Atticus and myself. It's insane but so exciting, because I didn't know that it was possible to be with two people, but for Silas and Atticus... well, I'd go to Hell and back for those two.
I strip down naked and get into the hot tub, because who cares if I'm naked? There's no one here but us, and I'm really hoping my two boyfriends (because, yes, I can finally call them that!) will strip down as well.
I'm not a perv; I just want to admire them for their beauty.
"No swimsuits?!" Silas asks in shock when Atticus follows my lead with a smirk and strips down.
"Come on, Silas," I say, leaning against the wall of the hot tub. "Don't worry, we don't bite."
He remains clothed, watching Atticus pour us all cider before climbing into the hot tub beside me.
"There's a pair of swim trunks at the bottom of the dresser on the left," Atticus tells Silas, offering him a warm smile.
Silas stands still for a second before he sighs and strips off his clothes and underwear before climbing in the hot tub and sitting awkwardly away from us.
"Here," Atticus says, handing Silas a flute of cider. "Come closer to us."
I get up and grab Silas' hand, pulling him forward to sit in between us. "Raise your glasses," I tell them, and Silas obeys, but Atticus shoots me a curious look, because he never knows what words are going to come out of my mouth. "Come on, Atticus! Be a part of the throuple!"
Atticus rolls his eyes lovingly and lifts his glass.
"A toast," I say, clinking all of our glasses together. "To spicy threesomes and a beautiful relationship!"
"To spicy threesomes," Silas says, surprising me, but I'm pleased by him playing into my words. "And to not being in prison."
"To our beautiful, growing relationship," Atticus says, planting a kiss on my lips and then Silas'.
We all take a drink at the same time after clinking our glasses once again.
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