The rest of the heat went much the same as the first. Fucking, and eating, and drinking, and sleeping, and more fucking. This time, when they all woke after the heat finally broke, Jamie didn’t immediately disappear into the shower, letting himself be cradled between Randy and Killian.

Randy brushed the hair off Jamie’s forehead, rubbing at the sleepy corners of his eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore. Good.”

“You took all your iron supplements,” Randy said, and Killian hadn’t even realised that was one of the things Randy fed Jamie. It made sense, though, considering how malnourished Jamie had been.

“Yeah? Shit, I didn’t even do that last time.” He tilted to look back at Killian. “You fucked me into iron-supplement compliance. That shit is rank.”

Killian laughed. “You’re welcome?”

Jamie twisted further, pecking Killian on the lips before settling again, ass wiggling into Killian.

Killian snorted. “There’s no way you want more of that.”

“No, this is how I cuddle.”

Randy sighed exaggeratedly. “It’s true. That tiny ass can’t be contained.”

Jamie gasped. “Don’t call my ass tiny! I mean. It’s true, but you don’t have to say it.”

“Jamie,” Killian said, “I think you can be assured that we like your tiny ass.”

Jamie muttered into the pillow, clearly disgruntled. Killian and Randy shared a look, eyes sparkling, and dove in to tickle Jamie into a yowling mess.

“Stop,” Jamie gasped as Randy started covering his face with kisses. “I’m being attacked.” He tried climbing over Killian to get away, but Killian just wrapped him up tight, plastering him against Randy and nibbling at his neck.

“No mercy in this house,” Randy declared, bestowing even sloppier kisses until Jamie was all laughed out, the three of them panting limply between the mess of sheets.

“God,” Jamie whined. “You guys are evil.”

Randy kissed him one more time. “Just happy to see you healthy, baby.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re a pair of ogres, is what you are.”

Killian smiled cheekily. “Does that make you our little elf?”

“There is no way I’m role-playing whatever elf porn you’re into.”

“Damn, busted,” Killian joked.

“I mean,” Randy reasoned, “that probably wouldn’t crack the top ten weirdest things someone has asked you to do in bed.”

Killian laughed. “Not even close.”

Jamie groaned. “Oh, my God, are we…vanilla?”

“I mean…by my standards, you’re ice.”

“Hey! You don’t know what we get up to when it’s not during my heat. We can be kinky.”

“Yeah, well, one time I was asked to re-enact the scene where Dumbo gets drunk.”

There was a long, incredulous silence. “They wanted to fuck drunk baby Dumbo?” Randy clarified.

“Yep.”

Jamie pressed his hands to his mouth, muffled giggles seeping through. “I’m sorry I’m laughing but that’s…a lot.”

“Guys, there are three kinds of people who hire a sex worker. One, people who have some unusual sexual interest they’re too scared to share with people that know them. Two, people who want that sort of control over someone, wanna fuck someone they think can’t say no. And three, people who are pretty normal but hire a sex worker to help them lose their virginity or for something like this. That want pretty normal sex for their own reasons or whatever. But, yeah. Lots of strange sexual requests. It’s honestly fun most of the time, trying to figure out how to meet their needs.”

Jamie nodded. “I mean, it sounds pretty fun.”

Randy, though, was frowning. “The people in number two sound shady.”

Killian shrugged. He definitely did not want to get into that. “Shitty clients are in every job. What can you do?”

Randy tilted his head. “That’s fair, I guess. As long as it doesn’t get to you. And you’re not in danger.”

“The agency vets everybody, and I’ve got thick skin,” Killian assured, caught between feeling warmed at their concern and frustrated by the assumption that he had to be suffering if he was doing this job.

Which…okay. Maybe he wasn’t the happiest he’d ever been, but they didn’t have to assume that just because it was sex work.

“Right,” Randy said, nodding slowly. They looked at each other for a moment before Jamie’s stomach grumbled loudly, cutting through the tension.

Killian laughed. “Breakfast?”

Jamie nodded. “Shower and breakfast. Feed me, boys.”

Randy smiled. “Coming right up.”

As Jamie headed to the bathroom, Killian got out of bed with Randy, feeling the relief of letting the subject slide.

His job was fine. He was fine.

Everything was fine.