[ SMUT WARNING but not full smut. kind of a fade to black situation bc idk I don't wanna write a seventeen-year-old minor having sex. but there will be full smut after the time jump ]

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[ I LOVE YOU ]

BY THE TIME SHE WAS SEVENTEEN, everyone in Arkansas knew who August Montgomery was. She wasn't a chart topper by any means, but she had small concerts all over the state, and some even in Nashville, thanks to her manager pulling the strings. It was summer break now, so she had the time to travel all over the state.

And Boone and Tyler were at every show, watching proudly from the crowd or back stage. She was getting everything she wanted out of life, and they were right there beside her as she grew as an artist.

Even now, the trio was coming back from Little Rock together — both of August's parents had to work early the next morning, so they entrusted the nineteen year olds to get her home safe.

Tyler wasn't doing a very good job of that given that he'd pulled down a backroad still a good thirty minutes away from August's house after a two hour drive in the dark. His old white truck was parked at the top of a hill, the headlights off as he and Boone sat on either side of August, who was halfheartedly scribbling in her notebook like she had been the whole drive.

"Hold on," Boone said, putting his arm around August. Then he used his other hand to pluck the notebook from her.

"B!" she whined, trying to grab it back. But Tyler grinned and wrapped his arms around her torso, keeping her from going after the item.

Boone was glaring at the pages as he read the lyrics on them. "Who the hell is Corey, and why do you think he's so goddamn beautiful?"

"What?" Tyler asked, now reaching for the notebook so that he could read it too.

And August just bit back a smile, thinking it was cute that they were seemingly jealous.

"Who is this guy, huh?" Tyler questioned, clearly upset as he released his hold on her. "You meet him in Tennessee or something? Because I know there ain't no Corey in your class—"

"Baby," she laughed, grabbing the notebook. "I just came up with a name. But it's about you." Then she turned to Boone. "Both of you."

"Well, why can't you say Boone is the highlight of your day?" Boone mumbled, a pout on his pretty face.

"Because," she said softly. "I can't exactly write a song about the two of you, you know?" She looked down at her hands sadly. "Lease not without the whole world thinkin' I'm some kinda... slut or something."

Both Tyler and Boone's expressions softened. As of late, even if no one knew the three were dating, August had been getting a lot of negative attention. She was so glad when summer came because it meant all those graduating senior girls couldn't call her degrading names all day in the hallway just because she hung around Boone and Tyler all day, every day.

And she couldn't even blame those girls, knowing how perfect and handsome the two boys were. Plus, she knew Tyler and Boone didn't think those things of her — didn't think she was wrong for having them both.

But it didn't make hearing things like 'slut' and 'whore' any easier for her.

"Hey, now," Boone said, pulling her to sit on his lap. When she didn't look up, he leaned down, pressing his lips to the side of her head. "Don't think that about yourself. Ain't nothin' wrong with the way we are, understand me?"

"I guess," she mumbled, drawing shapes on his chest with her finger.

But that wasn't good enough, so Boone gripped her chin and made her look at him. "Baby, there ain't nothin' wrong with lovin' you."

August's lips parted the slightest bit in awe — Boone had never said that before. And for just a moment, she wondered if maybe he'd just misspoken.

"You what?" she asks in a small voice.

Boone smiled and pressed his forehead to hers. "I love you," he said, sounding so certain. "Have for years now, just so you know."

She couldn't help the happy tears that welled in her eyes as she giggled. "I love you too," she said before leaning in to kiss him.

He hummed happily into the kiss, moving that hand gripping her chin to the back of her neck as the other slid around her waist, pulling her close to him. She tangled her fingers in his hair that was getting a little longer each day. And slowly, Boone leaned her all the way back, lying her down across the bench seating until her head was on Tyler's lap, who had been silently watching with a content smile as Boone hovered over her, kissing her breathless.

When they parted, August looked up at Boone with stars in her eyes, unable to keep from grinning.

"I love you," Boone said again, kissing all over her face in between words. "I love you so god-dang much."

Then Tyler cleared his throat, making Boone look at him over his shoulder. "Oh, right!" Boone said before leaning back off August.

August looked up at Tyler nervously, who ran his fingers through her hair gently. "Hi, baby," he greeted softly.

"Hi," she whispered anxiously. "Hey, Ty?"

"Yeah?" he asked, not even bothering to hide his smile, knowing what was coming.

"I love you," she murmured shyly.

"Well, I should hope so given how much I love you too," he said. "Now, you mind getting up here so that I can kiss you?"

She nodded happily while sitting up, moving to wrap her arms around his neck so that she could kiss him softly. Tyler relaxed into her while holding her waist tightly, pulling her close until it wasn't enough and so he tugged her into his lap so that she was straddling him.

Only for her back to hit the horn, it honking loudly, disturbing the quiet night air.

She pulled back from Tyler in embarrassment as he and Boone laughed. But then she leaned in again and pecked Tyler's lips, making him grin.

Then he tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "We should get you home."

"Mama and Daddy are asleep anyway," she said, laying her head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "We can stay out a little longer. Just wanna be with you both."

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"Fuck, I love you, Ty," Boone muttered against Tyler's lips as the taller boy pushed him hard into the mattress with his body.

"Love you too," Tyler replied into the sloppy kiss, their teeth bumping harshly.

August was in Tennessee and had been for a week, and the boys were going stir crazy without her. Since telling her they loved her, they'd been even more clingy than normal — and that was saying a lot because they'd already been pretty damn clingy. Always holding her hand and kissing her when no one was looking until she was a flustered mess.

So, with August gone, the boys had to turn the neediness onto each other, which they certainly didn't mind.

Tyler kissed Boone fiercely, having already rid him of his jeans and his shirt, leaving him in a tight pair of underwear. And Tyler was in nearly the same state, only a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips that Boone kept working lower and lower.

As Tyler moved to kiss along Boone's exposed throat, Boone couldn't help but shift up against Tyler's thigh, which had fallen between his legs, seeking out some kind of friction. And that just made him moan loudly, the sound music to Tyler's ears, who was so impossibly glad that his parents wouldn't be home until tomorrow.

"Ty," Boone couldn't help but whine when Tyler began rubbing his thigh back and forth against him, making the ache between his legs so much worse. "Shit, keep doing that."

Tyler smirked against his skin, biting one of the bruises he'd left behind teasingly. "Bet I can make you come in your underwear like last time?"

It wasn't the first time the two had had sex, but August didn't know that. The older boys kept it from her, not wanting to ever make her feel like she had to do the same, especially since she was younger than them. They didn't ever want to pressure her into something she wasn't ready for.

"That what'n't fair," Boone muttered, still embarrassed by that incident. It wasn't his fault that Tyler had been grinding so perfectly against him as they made out on the couch in Boone's basement. It had only been a matter of minutes before he ruined his jeans. "You was being—"

"Oh!"

At hearing August's surprised voice, both boys looked at the open door of Tyler's bedroom, having not heard her come in. She stood there, hand still on the doorknob as she took in their compromising position with wide eyes and parted lips.

"Auggie," Tyler said, his voice low and raspy, darkened eyes fixed on her. She looked so pretty in a blue sundress that showed so much of her skin. "Thought you were in Nashville?"

"We... we got back early," she mumbled halfheartedly while leaning weakly asgajsnt the wall, studying their bodies like she'd be tested on it or something when her Junior year started in the coming months.

She couldn't help it. It was such a perfect sight — Tyler's chest flushed as he straddled a desperate-looking Boone. And god, Boone's underwear and Tyler's sweatpants did so little to hide how aroused they both were.

August had thought about it. God, of course, she'd thought about it with them — she craved it and dreamt about it. But the topic also made her extremely nervous as she didn't have the first clue on what to do when sex was related.

Clearly, Boone and Tyler weren't as inexperienced as she was though.

"Sorry for... for interruptin'," she said, eyes on Boone's body as her mouth went dry.

Boone looked at her with pure lust in his eyes, his head already a jumbled mess because of Tyler. "Baby," he muttered, breathing heavily, "you wanna c'mere for me?"

Tyler, who was thinking a bit more clearly, swallowed thickly. "Not if you don't wanna."

"I think I wanna," she whispered. Then, moving slowly, she pushed off the wall and made her way toward the bed, ignoring how her legs were shaking.

Once her knees bumped the mattress, Boone sat up and hooking his arm around her waist, pulling her down onto his lap. She gasped, feeling him pressed against the inside of her thigh, so hard and warm and big.

Boone pulled her into a hot kiss, him waisting no time as he parted her lips with his tongue, deepening the kiss that made her feel dizzy. And then she felt Tyler pushing her hair to the side so that he could kiss her neck, making her moan into the kiss with Boone.

"Baby," Tyler murmured against her throat, hands falling on her thighs and brushing the hem of her dress. "Let us touch you, August. Please. Been dying to."

All she could muster was a head nod as she kept kissing Boone, who fisted the fabric of her dress and hiked it up her hips. Tyler helped him get it off her body and over her head, Boone only having to stop kissing her for just a moment before he was back on her.

And Tyler groaned at the sight of her simple white underwear with flowers embroidered into the fabric, thinking she looked so sweet and innocent as she settled more comfortably on Boone's lap. She gave a testing roll of her hips against his, making Boone let out a low, beautiful moan.

Getting impatient, Tyler leaned in close and cupped the back of both their necks, pulling them closer as he joined in on the kiss, it a mess of tongue and teeth as hands began to wander.

And August couldn't think, couldn't breathe, not that she wanted to. All she wanted to know was their hands on her body and lips on her skin. It felt so right, so perfect as they moved together, closer than they'd ever been before. And as she was lost in them, she completely forgot what she'd come to Tyler's house to tell them in the first place.

She was meant to be moving to Tennessee in two weeks.