It wasn't quite unusual for Josh to wake up with sunlight flooding his room. It was either one of those deep meds-induced slumbers, or spending the long hours of the night alone with his good old friend Insomnia.

Josh groaned and buried his head in the pillow to protect his eyes from the offending light. The day could wait. After all, it wasn't like he had something to do – no college to attend, no job to run to. Sometimes, Sam forced him to do some house chores, but with her and Mike lending a hand, it was always done pretty quickly.

Thinking of those two, he could hear their voices from somewhere in his flat. He raised his head just enough to peek at the alarm clock. 10 a.m. It was probably Sunday then, otherwise his friends would have already left. He toyed with the idea of laying in bed for a while longer, because it was easier than to face whatever a new day brought, but he finally pushed back the covers with a defeated sigh. He knew how much Sam liked to have the three of them share breakfast on Sundays – and he liked seeing her happy.

He wandered to the living room, stopped at the threshold.

As expected, the pair already up, standing in front of a window, basking in the soft morning light. Mike's arms were wrapped around Sam's slim frame, his chin resting on the part between her neck and her shoulder, where the skin was all thin and pale – and scarred by their last trip to Blackwood. They were both still in their nightclothes – navy blue long underpants for him, creamy yellow and strawberry red pajamas for her. From his spot, Josh could only see one chiseled back, muscles framing the darker line of his spine, a bit of a lightly-freckled shoulder and two long pale legs, emerging from the soft fabric of her shorts. John starred at the curve of her calves, sculpted by hiking and climbing, mostly to stop his gaze from wandering to more suggestive parts, but it wasn't quite enough to prevent an embarrassing bodily reaction around his groin area. He tried his hardest to convince himself that it was a morning chubby, nothing more – after all, he just woke up.

It was Mike who first spotted him, their eyes locking through their reflection in the window.

"Oh, look who's up."

He let go of Sam almost reluctantly and she turned around, a smile already warming her green eyes.

"Hey, Josh. Slept well?"

He muttered something and she apparently took it as a "yes".

"That's nice! You hungry? I sure am! I was thinking about scrambled eggs, what do you suggest to add to it?"

Neither of the boys had the time to answer before she disappeared into the nearby kitchen, the soft sound of her bare feet on the wooden floor echoing, quickly followed by the clatter of cooking pans. Josh looked at Mike with a face that clearly said "please help I just woke up what is happening" and the other just kinda shrugged.

"Eh, I don't know either mate. She's been hyped since she got up, even talked about going for a big hike this afternoon. I'm tempted to wish for rain."

"Jeez, it's supposed to be your job to tire her out."

That earned him a raised eyebrow.

"Like, you know. Bed."

Josh accompanied these words by a hand gesture that was supposed to be suggestive but ended up just pretty weird as he tried to replicate two positions at once. Mike rolled his eyes.

"Try convincing our Sammy to do something when it's not what she has planned, I dare you…"

"Oh, but I would be pleased to tackle this challenge."

There were a few awkward seconds as the meaning of his words slowly made its way to Josh's brain.

"Uh, on second thought, maybe not."

"What, am I not to your liking?"

A sound akin to a shriek escaped him as he caught sight of a very amused Sam, casually leaning against the door frame, one hip popped up, arms crossed against her chest. The fact that the position highlighted her cleavage certainly didn't help his current predicament, as he felt blood rush once again to a specific part of his anatomy.

"No! Uh, I mean, of course, you are a beautiful-, and uh, yes, but- Ah, god, that was the kind of questions when it's better not to answer, isn't it?"

"Not necessarily…"

Sam took a step forward and him one backward, bumping into the nearby sofa.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice less assured that he would have liked.

She didn't answer and he was left with a million thoughts racing through his mind, too quick and scrambled and hopeful anxious excited to his tastes. Her smile made him feel all kinds of things that he couldn't sort out right now. He glanced in Mike's direction, only to found his friend visibly entertained by the whole scene. He felt his throat tighten, his empty stomach churn.

"Haha, very funny." The words came out harsher than intended. "Are you done?"

Sam stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening slightly and her brows furrowing.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you think we had enough pranks these last years?" he half-said, half-hissed.

She looked surprised, taken aback – no, she looked hurt.

"It's not a prank."

"Then what is it?!"

She threw her hands in the air:

"I don't know! It's what you want it to be. Call it friendly banter, flirting, or whatever, I don't care, as long as you don't think I'm that kind of person. I mean the one who toyed with people's feelings, if that wasn't clear enough."

The kitchen door rattled in her frame after she slammed it shut.

"Uh oh. Looked like you pissed her off."

Josh didn't dare look at him. He slowly walked around the sofa and slumped onto it, letting a long sigh escape his lips. That day definitely wasn't up for a good start.

"I don't understand," he admitted to the coffee table.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw his friend lean against the back of the sofa.

"Come on, dude," Mike said. "You're not really that dense."

There was a long moment of silence. Behind the kitchen door, the kettle whistled and they could hear the sound of Sam aggressively grinding coffee beans.

"But you two are together," Josh eventually uttered.

"That much is true, yes."

More silence. He felt the tips of Mike's fingers brushing against his shoulder, and the sensation sent a shiver down his spine.

"I think Sam is still a little sensitive after your last fight," Mike said, "that's all. She isn't really mad."

"She told you about that?"


He silently wished she hadn't talked about his confession at the end of it, when they were both laying on his bed. He kinda regretted it. What good could come out of it anyway? He was already lucky it hadn't driven her away.

"And I told her about that afternoon at the window ledge," Mike continued. "Kiss and all. Not about the joint though, she would have scolded me," he added with a chuckle.

"You… what?"

His friend's hand was now decidedly on his shoulder, one finger inching towards the exposed skin of his neck. He held his breath. Without warning, the hand retreated.

"Come on mate. I smell nice coffee, and you have someone to apologize too."

In the end, neither of them wouldn't get a taste of said-coffee, not right away at least – nor of the breakfast, for that matter. Sam was indeed not really mad, just a bit grumpy to see her advances misinterpreted and repelled, and apologies lead to a bit more of flirting, and when Josh backed up once again out of shyness, he bumped into Mike and his friend's hands were suddenly somewhere around his waist and Josh just kinda froze. He could feel Mike's breath against his skin.

"Didn't you claim to have already done this kind of thing, back in your glorious high school days?"

Josh could hear his smirk.

"I'm starting to think you were lying…" Sam added.

Okay, so her pose was objectively nothing less than alluring this time – they were definitely going this way, then. He could feel a grin blooming on his face, tugging a bit at the scar on his cheek, but he didn't care about that right now. Nor about anything else, really, or at least anything that wasn't his admittedly gorgeous and lightly-dressed friends around him.

"Oh, guys…" He jiggled suggestively his eyebrows. "Now that I know what you're going that route, well… wait and see."

Sam laughed:

"Oh, but I fully intend to not wait and very much see."

Any further attempts at replying were silenced by the girl's lips against his owns, and he had nothing else to do than to hold her close.

Going from the kitchen to the bedroom was a bit of a struggle, because how where you supposed to see where you were going when there was a much more pleasant matter demanding your attention? He was pretty sure one particular encounter with a desk, when Mike got a bit rough, was going to leave a bruise. As a way to retaliate, when they finally got in the right room, Josh pushed him on the bed and climbed on his legs, earning a snicker from Sam behind him.

"I like where this is going."

If there was one thing he really liked about having sex with men, it was how their larger hands fit on his ass. He hummed in appreciation, laid out his hands on Mike's stomach. He curiously touched the large scar there, bright pink against his skin, – tried to push back the guilt, because not now – then slowly went further south until he traced with one fingertip the v-shape just above the waistband of his underpants. It was pleasant to watch the fabric stretch against his erection, and a glance at his own body told him his night pants looked very similar. Well, it would have to wait a bit, he was fully intending to make this last – he still couldn't quite believe it was real, and wanted to make the most of it while it lasted.

He felt Mike's legs shift under his weight and looked over his shoulder when he heard Sam giggle. Her boyfriend was trying to lower her shorts with his feet, an attempt that was received with a raised eyebrow – but she stayed still nonetheless, and her panties were showing, and slowly the piece of clothing was sliding down her athletic legs.

Josh bit back a smile and decided to make the challenge a bit harder. He lowered himself, one hand still on Mike's torso and the other on the bed for support, and kissed him, gently forcing his lips open with his tongue, curiously tasting him. It was different than the last time, when the taste of weed had been predominant. Now, it was a mix of minty toothpaste and something else, that couldn't be described with words but that was very real nonetheless. He liked to think it was each person's own taste, though it had probably more to do with what they had eaten recently.

Sam, as for her, tasted of cherry, probably from her lip balm, even if it fitted her quite well – something he was made aware of when she grew impatient and forced his head backward to kiss him in turn.

"Give me some room guys."

She climbed on the bed, playfully pushing Josh aside. Suddenly, the double bed felt kind of small, and filled with limbs and skin and not much clothing.

Sam's top was next to join the pile on the floor – Josh wasn't quite sure at which point he had lost his own clothes, but he was currently in his underwear, and Sam's fingers returning to his waist sunk slightly in the soft skin of his stomach, which had grown a little chubbier from the meds these last months. For now, though, he had something that drew very much all of his attention, namely the two small breasts that brushed against his arm when she moved. They looked soft and inviting, the underboob slightly sagging, creating a line of pale skin where the sun had never hit, but the crimson nipple was already hard and peaked upward.

"Come here."

He licked tentatively its tip and Sam shivered against him, encouraging him to take it fully in his mouth. She rose slightly from the bed, bumping against his thigh. He breathed her in as her blonde locks tickled his shoulder.

His other hand found her other breast and began to play with it. He didn't move as a hand slid between their bodies, gently easing his underwear down his thighs, nor when it touched his dick. Nonetheless, when it started to move up and down, agonizingly slowly, he couldn't help but rock his hips in rhythm, trying – and failing – to get the hand to pick up the pace. He realized it was Mike's as his left, severed one joined in. They were back to chest and he could feel the heat radiating from him, and subconsciously their breaths synced up, until Josh's picked up as waves of pleasure from his abdomen were stronger and warmer – until stars dotted his vision and he stopped to breathe completely for a short magical moment.

That was his first orgasm of the day.

He tasted Sam – salty and sweet at the same time, her long legs wrapped around his waist and squeezing hard as she came – and Mike – his fingers buried in his arms, nails lightly scratching the skin just before it ended –, got very close to a second orgasm to Sam's agile hands and finally came inside of her, before he collapsed on the bed, light-headed and exhausted. His legs were slightly shaking, and he didn't trust them at all to support his weight if he had tried to get up right at that moment. He had no intention to, anyway, simply enjoying the sensations still coursing through his veins, listening to his heartbeat echoing in his ears, basking in the weird and wonderful feeling that came after making love.

After what felt like minutes, he lifted himself on one elbow, watching the two others with a tired, happy smile on his lips – a smile that widened when a certain thought crossed his mind. Sam eyed him sideways.

"What is it?"

"Remember, our game night, weeks ago? The Never Have I Ever?"

"Yeah, but- oh. Oh," she half-said half-groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically.

He snickered, then openly laughed as Sam joined him. Oh yes, he did remember very well saying he had never watched other people have sex live, didn't think it could happen to be honest – and certainly not like this. Not that he would complain, though.

"And here comes Josh-the-mood-breaker again," Mike sighed.

"Oh, come on. That's why you love me."

Sam winced:

"Uh, I do love you, but I'm not sure that's thanks to that part of your personality, sorry. And- Uh." She paused, caught off-guard by Josh's sudden change of expression. "What did I say?"

"That you love me."

"Ah…" She extended her arm, her fingers brushing against his skin. "But you know, we just made love, I thought it was clear enough."

"I didn't know you were the kind of girl that can't have casual sex,", he teased her in an attempt to regain his composure.

"Nah, I have my hand for that," she retorted. "Less talking involved, much more efficient."

It made him chuckle.

"And I'm not the kind of person who likes casual sex either," Mike piped in. "I'm a guy with feelings, I need an emotional connection." (Sam snickered and himself bit back a grin.) "And anyway, I wouldn't spend half of my days at a hookup's place, you know? So yeah mate, I think we both love you."

There was a little bit of silence. The sun was now higher in the sky and its rays were flowing through the window, encompassing the bedsheets and their skin, glistening with sweat in the golden light. Josh shifted a bit to have a good look at his friends.

"Does it sound cheesy to admit now that I love you too?"