TRIGGER WARNINGS:

- Sexual content.
- Anxiety over food.

Sorry for such a late update! I've been extremely busy. I also haven't been in a very good place recently but I want you all to know that your guy's neverending support and love helps me throughout the day constantly, whether you realize it or not. You impact me positively and I couldn't ever wish for anything better than this community we have built. I ask you to please be kind to others, and remind the people closest to you that you love them. They might need it more than ever right now.

- Love, Han

***

Brendon is so out of it when Tyler shakes him and Josh awake. He groans, rubs his eyes, looking up at them with furrowed brows and a pouted lip. "Hmm?" He hums. They're wide awake, like they have been for a while, which he wouldn't doubt considering they usually are the first one to be out of bed.

"Breakfast is ready." They say. "I let you both sleep in, so come on."

Brendon huffs, turning onto his side while shoving his face back into the pillows. "Ty," is all he can manage.

Tyler shakes their head. "Get up, Brendon."

Brendon groans. He's exhausted.

Without a second to pass, Tyler's hand flies down and smacks his ass in one swift motion, causing Brendon's eyes to widen instantly, looking back up at them again.

They stare down at him in return, giving it a light squeeze before pulling away. "Up. Now."

Brendon's heartbeat is too loud to even consider going back to bed. Slowly, he sits up, in shock as Tyler moves over to their husband and kisses his neck tenderly, making Brendon wonder why Josh's wake up call was much more pleasant.

His ass is throbbing.

Nonetheless he clears his throat and stands up, slipping his glasses on, waiting for Tyler to direct him before making any other move.

Josh's eyes flutter open then, smiling carefully. Tyler kisses him on the lips, brushing his hair back while whispering about breakfast being ready, and all Brendon does is bite his lip, mind running with so many thoughts he doesn't know what to do with them. He feels lively, young, excited. He wants Tyler to kiss him too and tell him he's good, followed with Josh's smile and his strong embrace.

Once Tyler helps Josh out of bed, Brendon's neediness overcomes anything else.

He follows them out of the room like a dog when Tyler leads them both into the kitchen. They already have plates made and coffee too, so each of them sit down, and silence follows that. It's not bad. Not bad at all. Brendon cuts into his over-easy egg with a smile eating away at his face and a knee pulled up to his chest for comfort. He's giddy. Glowing. Happy. Oh my god, he's so content with everything that he's not sure he's ever been this pleased.

All he can think about is how safe he is here. Josh is topless and Tyler has no pants on; Brendon is wearing his gym shorts and a shirt but he still feels just as free, because it's like every vibration from the night before was sent straight to his heart and mind, lifting his conscience. He's glowing from touch, glowing from progression, glowing from reaching a certain peak so much that he doesn't know what to do with all of this emotion except smile. He can't stop himself.

He supposes it's out of character for him because immediately, Tyler and Josh both catch it.

"Who would have thought all you needed was some sex to make you this happy." Josh jokes.

Brendon flushes, still grinning ear to ear, all-lip.

"You say that as if you aren't the same way." Tyler mumbles to their husband, the corner of their mouth lifting.

Josh looks over to them. "Let me live!"

Tyler chuckles, nodding. "Believe me, I am." They take a bite of their toast, staring longingly at the two people in front of them. They're both fucking gleaming with joy, it's unreal. "Your living includes the same thing."

Josh shrugs. "Sex makes me happy, so what?"

"Mhm," they get out. "It also makes you fall asleep in the blink of an eye."

Josh eyes fall hooded. "Okay. Listen." He shakes his head. "I was exhausted before we even did anything last night-- ask Brendon-- and doing that just made me pass the fuck out. It's your fault. Don't blame me."

"You missed an important conversation, sleeping beauty." Tyler states.

Josh pauses. "What?"

"Before Bren and I fell asleep, we were talking a little bit about preferences." They inform, making Brendon's stomach twist slightly at the thought. He's not sure he would be willing to talk about it now. Last night felt fake, and really, he felt unstoppable. Now though, reality is setting in, and he's not sure how much he can handle. "Which I think is important for all three of us to talk about, not just him and I."

Brendon blinks, hand letting go of his fork.

Tyler looks over to him. "Would that be okay?"

He swallows thickly, glancing to Josh, then them. "Okay," he murmurs.

"Well, what did you two talk about?" Josh wonders.

Brendon fiddles with his fingers, smile no longer resting on his face. "Just, um. . ." He huffs. "I was just telling them that I-I don't know what I'm comfortable with yet, and I don't know what I prefer, but I'm willing to try things out."

Tyler stares at him for a moment before focusing on Josh. "He was under the impression that he had to bottom our first time." They mutter.

Josh's eyebrows furrow. "Why?"

Brendon is flushed head-to-toe. "I don't know." He whispers.

"Do you want to?"

Brendon sighs, so overwhelmed as usual. "Tyler said they'd. . . They'd make sure everything was as safe as possible."

Josh looks to their partner. "So you're going to top?"

Tyler blinks, giving him that are you serious, look. "Josh, when do you ever top at this point."

Josh smiles, shrugging. "I know." He pauses, thoughts and ideas trailing, day dreaming about something. He looks to Tyler, biting his lip. "But. . . You know what I'm talking about, Ty."

Tyler rolls their eyes, chuckling. "Josh, it's bound to happen one day. If he wants to bottom though, let him try that out, and then we will go from there."

Brendon brows pull together. "What's bound to happen one day?"

Tyler shakes their head, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "He really wants you to top him."

Brendon blinks in slow motion at the information, carefully going to glance at Josh and he's so suddenly flushed and meek. He barely meets eyes with Brendon before looking back down, fiddling with his gym shorts. "It's just an idea. . ."

Oh, my god.

There's so many possibilities within this relationship that Brendon can't think straight. He knows now that Josh wants him like that and all of a sudden he starts to enjoy the idea of Josh under him, taking everything he has to offer, but then he looks over to Tyler and he wants the exact same thing, but from them. They have so much to give that it makes his mind spin. Being pinned down by them, touched, dominated, holy shit-- it's throwing him through a loop.

"I think. . ." He starts. "Either way, I'll be happy."

Tyler hums. "Looks like we have ourselves a switch." They joke. "But I suppose we all could have guessed that."

Josh nods, not saying a word. The blush on his cheeks still stands and when Brendon glances over to him again, the color only deepens. They both smile weakly at one another, continuing to eat their food.

Okay, the temptation is only getting worse.

By the time they all finished their meals-- yes, finished, Brendon included-- he and Josh head up to the bathroom to brush their teeth while Tyler washes dishes, and there is something much different lurking in the atmosphere than the previous morning. Well, maybe not different, but stronger. Much, much stronger.

Silently though, they brush their teeth.

Brendon stares at Josh in the mirror, watching as he glances up at him every so often, heart in his throat, need on his mind. He doesn't know what he expects, really. He and Josh both just reached their highs only so many hours ago; there's no way he's already this horny again, right? No. He can't be.

But, fuck, when Josh leans down to spit the toothpaste out of his mouth, Brendon wants him badly.

Maybe Josh does too, because he just watches him, waiting for something to happen.

Brendon slowly goes to rinse his mouth out and afterwards, he runs his eyes over Josh's entire body before meeting his gaze again. He kisses him then too; it's a given. The way Josh breathes mercilessly against him makes everything so much more intense, and without thinking about it, Brendon is helping Josh, lifting him up onto the counter, one hand at his chin while the other rests at his thigh.

"You make me so horny it's absurd," Josh whispers.

Brendon blinks, opening his eyes to look at him for a moment before immediately closing them again, kissing him harder. He takes control and Josh easily gives it to him, gasping amongst the curiousity, whimpering throughout the confusion.

Brendon wants to stay just like this and give Josh his all, but in seconds, Tyler is suddenly coming between them, breaking the two of them apart and kissing Brendon just like he had been doing with Josh. It's not until they have him pressed up against the wall where they pull away, allowing Brendon to eat up all of their demeanor because it's so sexy.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for work, mister?" They whisper, an arm above him, leaning on the wall. They're towering over him, and he hates that he's starting to like it. "You should be there in about twenty minutes."

Brendon sighs, slowly moving away from them, and like that, he's walking out of the room.

Not without catching Josh whisper helplessly, though. "Please, Ty." He's practically mewling. "Please, please. Just really quick. Right here. Please."

Before Brendon closes the bedroom door, he hears, "Wait until we're alone."

It's silent once he is all by himself. Well, he sees Jim on the bed, staring up at him, but besides that, of course.

As Brendon undresses, he can't help but wonder what would happen if he didn't have work today, and he was able to be here to witness the outcome. Instead of Tyler saying wait until we're alone what if they said see if Brendon's willing because right now, he definitely is. What if work is what is keeping him from obtaining one of the only things he is missing? What would happen today if he just stayed? Would he get to fulfill Josh's desires or would Tyler bend him over the counter instead?

Suddenly, he freezes at the thought.

What he hell has gotten into him?

He's a virgin, there's no way he would get bent over a counter.

One strong emotion turns to another. He's just. . . Anxious. Naturally. Commonly. It makes him feel so incapacitated it hurts.

Work isn't what is preventing him from not being so pathetic, it's himself. He has made the decision for years to never pursue anything, because he's scared. He's scared of what would happened once he is finally not. . . Undefiled. Maybe it isn't that exactly, but he's terrified of the steps leading up to that. He's terrified of being so vulnerable for someone-- in this case, plural-- to see. He's terrified of finally reaching that step, and not being enough.

Why is this so unbelievably hard for him?

Nonetheless, he shakes his head and finishes changing. He'll have to deal with it, as usual. The self-hatred, the continuous craving for more, lead with the existential fear.

When Brendon finally walks out of the bedroom, he looks at Tyler and Josh, the two of them still at the counter, kissing, touching, aching, but as Tyler turns their head and sees him, they're immediately pulling off of their husband.

"Are you spending another night?" They wonder.

Brendon shakes his head. "I have to go to my mom's."

Tyler purses their lips at that, nodding. They move over to him and open the bedroom door, walking inside while Brendon stands in the hallway. "Give me a second, then."

Without another word, they close the door, so Brendon does what he's told while taking a careful glance at Josh, who is still just as flushed as before. Maybe even more. They smile carefully at one another, a made up force making them feel the need to get closer, explore each other, but there's no time. No time, and no confidence from one side.

Tyler takes their time though, yet finally, they come out of the room with his bag in hand.

They give it to him. Afterwards, they're leaning forward until their lips meet the shell of his ear. "I put something in there for you." They say, smiling carefully before kissing him. "I'll see you later. Text us." They decide.

Brendon is overwhelmed with so many things to the point where all he feels capable of doing is nodding, and with that, he's making his way downstairs.

He looks around the house for no reason in particular, soaking it all up, then stepping right out. The weather is slowly warming up which he supposes is nice, but the anxiety swelling in his chest isn't.

What is in his bag?

Brendon tosses it into the backseat once he gets to the car, Adam's apple bobbing.

He supposes he'll save the surprise for later. Whatever it is, he's pretty sure he isn't ready to see it yet, because it will undoubtedly make him overwhelmed in some way, and he would rather save that for after work.

It sounds like a good idea, so with that in mind, he slowly gets into the driver's seat, starts the car, and clenches his fists around the steering wheel as he drives away.

***

Fridays are the most painful days, Brendon would say. Nearly every Friday he has to abandon Tyler and Josh, and head to the retirement home. For now though, he's at work. The nerves eat away at him painfully because the one thing on his mind at the moment is how he is on thin ice.

What would happen to him if he lost his job?

It's the only thing he can think about.

He wouldn't have money to pay for his apartment anymore. He wouldn't have money for gas. He wouldn't have money for groceries. He wouldn't have money for shit after a while.

What would he do then?

Well, he doesn't want to find out, so despite his exhaustion, he works harder than ever. Concentrated. On top of it. Engaged and active, which is unlike him, so it gets many people's attention but all he does is brush it off. Brendon disregards anything else until lunch finally arrives.

He sits down and waits patiently as Luke heats up their food. Brendon exhales. Relaxes.

He's still on edge about the whole situation with Debby. They're okay now, right? So why is he still petrified at the thought of seeing her again? Maybe it's because he wouldn't be used to the casualty of it all. Maybe it's because he has grown so much since the last time they have been around one another.

Either way, he tries his hardest to forget about it.

Soon enough Luke places the Cup O' Noodle in front of Brendon and takes a seat, a grin spreading from ear to ear on his face. It's pretty uncommon at this point for him really, but it helps lift the mood because of that.

"What's up?" Brendon wonders.

Luke smiles wider, somehow. "This weekend," he says.

Brendon's eyebrows furrow together. "What about this weekend?"

Luke looks at him, then back down, nodding. "Emma and I are going on a little roadtrip this weekend," he starts. Brendon slowly takes a bite of food while listening, putting all of his attention into this and nothing else. "I told you I was thinking about it, but I finally bought the ring the other day and I'm gonna ask her."

Brendon's eyes widen. "To marry you?"

Luke bites his lip. "Yeah."

Brendon swallows thickly, taking everything down, but he smiles too. Of course he does. Luke is his friend. "That's amazing, dude!"

Happiness. Confidence. Reassurance. "It is." His smile never flees.

Brendon nods along, and yet, his mind starts going elsewhere. Starts running. As usual. He can't help but think about himself too. Luke is younger than him and already has the confidence to propose to someone, but Brendon has never really even given any thought about marriage. Can he at this point? It seems unsustainable considering the only people he can ever see himself marrying right now are already married to each other. Besides, he's not even sure it's possible for three people to be married.

How would that work, anyways?

He has no idea. Truly. The longer he thinks about it he realizes quickly that he might never get experience what Luke has and is going to. The relationship he is in will most likely never lead to a marriage, yet Brendon is not so mad at that, because he's perfectly content with the way things are now.

"Luke," he suddenly murmurs.

Luke finishes chewing. "What's up?"

Brendon fiddles with his fingers. "What does getting married mean to you?"

Luke stares at him for a moment before nodding. He carefully runs a hand through his hair, looking off to the side. "Well, I mean, Emma's the only person I've ever fully trusted. The only person who I feel completely comfortable being authentically me around without having to worry, because I know no matter what, she will always love me." He shrugs. "That's the kind of person I'd like to keep in my life forever."

Brendon bites his lip. "Do you think marriage is the only way for that to be possible?"

Easily, Luke shakes his head. "It's more of a shared feeling than anything, but I think showing that, you know, physically, is super important."

Brendon sinks further into his seat, nodding. "Definitely." He huffs.

Luke blinks. "Are you thinking about Tyler and Josh?"

Brendon swallows thickly while shrugging. "I guess." He mutters. "I don't know. It's just. . . I don't have any direction when it comes to our relationship, because it's so uncommon, and now I'm thinking that I might never get to experience the excitement of getting married. They're already married. I'm just joining in."

Luke stays quiet. For a while. He's thinking, processing, grasping all of it. Eventually though, he sits up straighter in his seat while making eye contact with him. "I guess it's one of the sacrifices you have to make to be with them. If you really love them though, it shouldn't matter."

Brendon feels his body go hot at the thought of love.

"Marriage isn't essential. It's socially constructed." Luke states.

Brendon doesn't know what to say. He's overwhelmed.

"You're right." Is all he gets out.

They spend the rest of lunch particularly quiet; it seems like they don't have much to say to one another at this time. Once their break is over though, Brendon doesn't refrain from turning to face Luke while they're walking out of the breakroom and say, "I hope everything goes well this weekend." With a small but reassuring smile pulling at his cheeks.

After recieving a thank you followed by a grin, he heads back to his cubicle, brushing off every curiosity from before. He has to right now.

***

By the time Brendon finally gets to the apartment complex, he's exhausted. So exhausted he considers waiting until tomorrow morning to go to the retirement home, which he feels slightly guilty for because he told Tyler that's where he would be this evening, but he knows they'd understand in the long run.

With that in mind, he pulls out his keys to get inside.

He can't even take a step in though before he hears the door beside his open quickly, and in seconds, he sees Jack poke his head out.

"Brendon!" He exclaims.

Brendon blinks. "Hey, bud." He gets out. "Where's your mom--"

"Jack! Who are you talking to?" The door opens wider, revealing Hayley. She let's out a breath of relief when noticing it's just him, and after placing a reassuring hand on her son's shoulder, she grins at Brendon. "Hey," She says, happily. "You're back earlier than I thought you'd be."

Brendon shrugs. "I thought that maybe one night at my own place would be nice."

That's not what he thought at all, it just happened to end up this way, but whatever.

Hayley nods along though. She bites the inside of her lip, considering something, and before Brendon can ask, she speaks up again. "Are you busy the rest of the evening?"

Brendon blinks. Thinks. Wonders.

Nonetheless, he shakes his head. "Not really, no. Why?"

Her shoulders lift for a moment. "I can't imagine you have a lot of food to make because of how much you're gone, so you know, if you wanna eat dinner with us or something later, you're free to." A grin slowly creeps onto Jack's face while she talks. "Jack got awarded with Star of the Week in his class, so we're having a little celebration."

Brendon's mind, for some reason, has a hard time processing her invitation. He isn't sure anyone has ever once asked him something like this. It's not as though it's uncalled for, of course not, they're friends now, it's just so uncommon for him that he doesn't know how to react.

Pathetically, he has some hesitance about the dinner part of it. He only really feels comfortable eating around Josh and Tyler at this point, and even then, he still struggles profoundly.

He tries his hardest not to dwell on that though. Hayley is giving him a simple offer; there's no need to make it complicated.

"Okay," he finally croaks out. "Just. . . I need to shower first, and stuff, so um. . . When should I come over?"

"Probably seven." She informs. "I usually put Jack to bed around eight, but maybe tonight he'll get lucky and it'll be eight-thirty."

Brendon can't help the small upturn that pulls at the corner of his lips. Despite his usual anxiety, he's okay with this. He is.

"Okay. Sounds good."

Hayley nods, absolutely content. "See you then."

"See you then." He replies, and with that being said, he doesn't hesitate to walk inside and close the door. It's quiet then. Dark. Lonely. It seems like nothing compared to what he has gotten used to-- the cuddles on the couch, petting Jim while he watches some random show on Netflix, kissing Josh just because he can, even the smell of Tyler cooking from the kitchen for Christ's sake.

Being at his apartment is nowhere near the same as being home.

Brendon sighs, dragging his feet into his bedroom, dropping his bag against the sheets.

Maybe it's humiliating how dependent he is on Josh and Tyler, because without giving himself time to think about it, he's picking up his phone, pressing on Josh's contact, and video calling him.

It takes a moment, but finally Josh answers. He's grinning ear-to-ear. "Hi, Bren."

Brendon can't help but smile as well. Just hearing his voice is stabilizing him from whatever his mind chose to dwell on in these few minutes. "Hey," he responds. His eyebrows furrow together a little though when he sees that Josh definitely isn't home. "Where are you at?"

"Ty and I are grocery shopping," he shrugs, grin becoming wider if that's even possible. "And maybe we're also out to get you a birthday present or two."

A blush moves to Brendon's cheeks. "You guys don't need to get me anything, Josh." He frowns slightly.

The latter shakes his head. "You can't actually think we'd get you nothing for your birthday, right?"

Brendon sighs, sitting down at the corner of his bed. "I don't know. I just feel bad. . . I wouldn't want you to think you're obligated to get me things only because it's the right thing to do. Just having you and Tyler over is all I need."

Josh shakes his head. "Believe me, you're gonna love it. We've been planning it for a while anyways and there's no way I'm letting you put a stop to our plans."

Brendon rolls his eyes, lips curling upwards again. "I guess." He whispers.

There's silence after that. For a second. Josh asks Tyler a question that Brendon can't really gauge but when he looks back down at the camera, he's so happy. Always. There's never a dull moment with him and maybe that's why Brendon can't get enough-- Josh brings sunshine his way.

"I've been missing you so much today." He comments.

Brendon bites his lip. "I've missed you too."

Especially since everything that happened last night and this morning, he hasn't been able to get his mind off either of them. How could he when their relationship has advanced in mere hours? The longer Brendon sits here, it's almost as if he can feel Tyler's fingers touching him again. It's not as severe or beautiful-- god he wishes it was-- but perhaps since reaching his peak, he has only started to crave it more. It's a scary thought, definitely, but nothing is more comforting than knowing where all these ideas are coming from.

Tyler and Josh make him feel safe in any instance. Even the most menacing ones.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Josh suddenly murmurs.

For some reason, Brendon doesn't particularly feel like telling him how horny he is.

"Just. . . You." He whispers.

Josh's grin becomes a subtle smirk. "What about me?"

Brendon shrugs, blush still at his cheeks.

He now sees that Josh has earbuds in to speak with him which is a little reassuring knowing that no one would be able to hear the full conversation, but still, he certainly isn't ready to openly explain a single thing on his mind right now.

Josh seems to understand. Understand everything. And he uses that to his advantage, because he knows how easily Brendon gets flustered when it comes to any little thing out of his comfort zone.

"Are you missing me really, really bad?" He wonders, implies, casually. Maybe to protect himself considering he is out in public right now.

Brendon is hot. On fire. Nervous, needy. Thinking, craving. "Josh," he croaks out.

"I missed you so much this morning." He continues.

Brendon knows what he means. Fuck. He understands perfectly.

He shifts uncomfortably in bed, trying his hardest not to give in to what he's trying to do. He's fine. Totally. He's calm. Completely. He's definitely not losing his mind right now at the idea of knowing Josh was thinking about him today once he left, because although he wasn't there to witness the aftermath, he has a pretty good idea of what had happened.

It makes his abdomen churn.

Brendon swallows thickly, overwhelmed by everything; he doesn't know what to do.

"Where's Tyler to tell you to stop." He mutters.

Josh chuckles. "They're way too focused getting everything on our list to pay attention to this conversation."

Brendon sighs. "Well, you better go help them because I need to shower."

Josh hums, still sly. "Is that what you're gonna do now," he jokes.

Brendon rolls his eyes, yet he can't help but crack a smile. Josh is relentless. "Yes. So goodbye, have fun grocery shopping."

"No kiss?" Josh fake-pouts.

Brendon thinks about how stupid he'll look kissing his phone, but when he sees Josh do it himself despite being in a public place, he decides it's fine no matter how dumb it is. He pecks the camera for a moment before pulling away, too much on his mind when Josh does the same.

"I'll talk to you later, yeah?"

Brendon nods, Adam's apple bobbing the longer he does nothing. "Yeah."

It's then when he ends the call where immediately, Brendon falls onto his back, staring at the ceiling as he groans loudly. He's frustrated, he's desperate, he's embarrassed, he's scared, he's hard. Just like that-- that easily. All it took was for Josh to insinuate so little for his imagination take the information and run. Brendon is humiliated and there's no one else around.

What does he do?

Nothing will be as good as what Tyler did to him last night. He knows that. Besides, he hasn't touched himself in. . . God knows how long. There's no reason for him to indulge in his pathetic wishes. Maybe he should just take a cold shower and forget about it, push the craving down like he always does, but the longer he lays there, the aching between his legs worsens, and he can't let go of the image in his head. The way Josh looked this morning. Helpless, needy-- needy because he wanted him. The way he gave up and let Brendon touch him however he wanted-- yeah, okay, he's definitely going to jack off. Fuck that.

Slowly, Brendon stands up from the bed, collecting a change of clothes in a hustle, and quickly, he's rushing into the bathroom.

He can't believe himself right now. He really, really can't.

He turns the shower knobs to a warm enough temperature and starts undressing. Perhaps it'd be sexy if he wasn't a man turning thirty in seven days and is rock hard in a dingy bathroom all because of a couple sentences from someone's mouth.

Yeah, this isn't sexy at all, it's laughable.

Nonetheless, he (hesitantly) moves to palm himself once he's down to just his boxers and Tyler's turtleneck. It's weird. Scandalous maybe. Wrong, considerably. No, definitely, when he carefully sticks his nose as close as he can to his shoulder to gauge Tyler's scent while he feels himself up at the same time. He tries his hardest to imagine it's them, he thinks about their delicate touch and their unnerving dominance, and he whimpers.

He wants it to be them so bad. Or Josh. One of them. He settles for Tyler right now though because he can recall beautifully upon the situation that happened last night.

He does it again and his knees buckle.

"Fuck," he gets out.

Brendon blinks open his eyes when noticing that he got lost in the feeling. He's lightheaded almost, clouded, gone. All he manages to do is finally take off Tyler's top and his boxers, and reluctantly, he meets eyes with himself in the mirror.

It's different this time. So different.

He's completely naked; his ribcage is prodding along with his hip bones and even his cock, but he doesn't feel resentment. It seems impossible to when he looks up and sees the hickeys marking his neck, reminding him of progress, and care, and thought, and exactly everything that has been making him so horny.

Brendon kind of wishes they were here right now but he'd never truly admit that.

**Smut warning. It doesn't last very long.**

Finally, he turns away, stepping into the shower. He can't say it's his proudest moment as he grips the base of his dick carefully and starts stroking it, and he definitely can't say he feels very confident to know he thinks about Tyler and Josh the whole time. The worst part is that he's so not used to this that he has to keep a hand over his mouth to refrain himself as groans and humiliating whimpers try to come out. He gasps, twitches, bites down on his palm, thinks about Josh, maybe Josh will do this to him one day, then he thinks about Tyler, how they would tower over him and somehow manage to push his limits while still managing to make him comfortable.

God, he wants both of them so bad.

His knees shake the closer he becomes. They cave, too, and he has a hard time even standing. His back is completely pressed against the shower wall, hot water falling over him, drowning his body out, and still, he can only think of two people.

The overwhelming amount of possibilities that are soon to come is intriguing, and maybe he really wants it now more than ever. He wants to be under Tyler one night, and he wants to be on top of Josh the next. He wants to feel needed, welcomed, craved. He wants so much, yet is so afraid to achieve any of it.

He thinks about their conversations. He thinks about the one he and Tyler had last night. He thinks about how they held him, kissed him, told him they're willing to do anything he wants as long as he would be comfortable. He thinks about how they said they would take care of him no matter what he chose, how they would make him feel good despite anything he has stressed over, and because of that, it's hard not to think about submitting to them. It's a natural reaction for him at this point. The look in their eyes, their touch, their posture, their demeanor-- he can only give them his all.

Josh makes him feel good in a different way. The more he considers it, he comes up with the idea that maybe the way Josh makes him feel is the way they both make Tyler feel. Confident. In power. Controlling. Dominant. This morning made him realize that. The look in Josh's eyes while he had him propped up on the counter made something coarse beautifully through his veins, because he knows only Josh is able to give him that feeling. The feeling he receives around Tyler is identical, but stronger in a much different way. It's confusing really, deciding what he wants, yet the more the three of them speak about it, he's learning that it's alright to like both sides of it. He can't help but like both sides of it.

So while Brendon flicks his wrists faster, he imagines both of them, and both situations. It goes back in forth. Maybe Tyler would be towering over him, staring him down while they jack him off, or maybe Josh is down on his knees, whimpering, going, waiting for the ending scene with his mouth open and his hand picking up the pace. Maybe Tyler is just watching it all happen. Maybe they're directing Josh through all of it and basking in the perverted beauty they obtain. Maybe Tyler would sneak closer to Brendon, trail a steady finger down his backside, and without warning, push into his-- holy fuck.

Brendon's hips twitch forward, gasps ranging in all different tones as the peak pours out of him. His eyes squeeze shut, knees go weak, and heart beats fast when the euphoria hits.

Holy fuck.

He feels like he can't breathe. No, no, he can. He inhales, exhales, inhales, exhales, inhales-- continues that cycle. His legs feel numb, they're tingling. His whole body is tingling.

Holy. Fuck.

Finally, he opens his eyes. His vision is clouded, speckled, but nonetheless, after rubbing his forehead to try and bring himself back down to earth, he stands up completely again. Everything almost feels fake, really. Brendon makes sure to take a few more deep breaths before deciding to actually shower. Perhaps, totally dismiss every single thing that just happened, because the more he thinks about it, the more embarrassed he becomes.

Really, what's wrong with him? Thinking about Tyler and Josh so obscenely. . . Christ.

He brushes it off. As usual.

**Warning over.**

Brendon spends the next fifteen minutes or so in the shower, scrubbing away at his skin, at the humiliation, and he hopes that will work. He tries his hardest to forgive himself, yet the longer he thinks about it, he's not sure he has anyone to apologize to for thinking of his romantic interests sexually except for God, maybe.

No, he doesn't have to be humiliated. He's allowed to feel that way. He's allowed to get turned on at the thought of Tyler and Josh because they are seeing each other after all. Brendon is sure his embarrassment is more so coming from the idea of what really sent him over the edge, because it's something he has yet to actually explore. It's frightening but attractive, much like everything else this whole relationship has to offer, so perhaps that's where all these mixed feelings are coming from.

Once Brendon is out of the shower and has dried himself off enough, he sluggishly puts on his change of clothes. His boxers, and pajama pants, and slowly, he looks down at the two tops sitting on the counter. One in which he brought just now, and the other being Tyler's top.

He huffs, grabbing Tyler's turtleneck to wear.

He just misses them.

Brendon catches a mere glimpse of himself in the mirror before collecting all of his clothes and bringing them into his bedroom, afterwards, he tosses them into the hamper.

He sighs then, looking around the room to find something to focus on, but he quickly remembers he still has to head next door for dinner, so in a rushed manner, he moves over to the bed to check what time it is on his phone.

6:11 PM. Okay. He still has some time.

Though, he sees a message from Josh.

Tyler said to look at what they put in your bag.

Brendon lifts his head back up, looking over to the bag beside him. He completely forgot about that. He left to work and when he came back he was distracted by Hayley, then, he called Josh and. . . Got distracted in another way.

Brendon swallows thickly, setting his phone down and instead moving his attention over to his bag. He really has no clue what it could possibly be. He's kind of. . . Scared.

Despite that, he unzips it.

Immediately as he opens it too, he sees a note with something attached to it. Brendon slowly picks it up, deciding to read it before anything else, and for some reason, his heartbeat becomes prolonged and nervous.

I'm positive you can realize what I'm giving you this for. We talked about it, now I am making sure you try your hardest to do it safely. Go at your own pace, do not overwhelm yourself.

If it helps, think of me.

- Ty

Brendon blinks.

Oh, god.

Oh. . . Oh, god.

He shakily lifts the note up only to reveal an average sized bottle of lube.

Maybe he hates them sometimes.

Brendon shakes his head, heart dropping to his fucking toes it feels like. This is ridiculous. This is obscene. This is also nearly laughable because just moments ago he was getting onto himself for thinking about them while he masturbated, yet here Tyler is, asking him to do that.

Not only that, but they're asking him to push out of his comfort zone, try something he never has done, alone, and really, Brendon feels his chest ache in the strangest way at the thought.

He clears his throat, picking up his phone up again.

Hesitantly, he clicks on Tyler's contact.

He looks to the note and the. . . Gift, then back to his phone.

No.

He waits patiently for a response, knowing full-well that them and Josh are still out running errands. Anxiety continues to bubble in his chest in the meantime, the thought of what they're implying seeming bigger than his entire being even though he's sure it really isn't as much of a deal as he makes it out to be.

He sees them typing, and after a moment, their text comes up.

No? Are you sure.

Brendon's Adam's apple moves up and down.

Maybe.

I think it's a good idea.

Of course you do.

Brendon knows that despite what they've told him (how they're happy to do whatever he is comfortable with) Tyler definitely, definitely would prefer to. . . Top him. And Brendon becomes shaky at the thought, just because it makes it all very real to him. He's inching closer and closer to it every single day, and soon enough, he's going to give in.

He keeps saying he's simply afraid of the pain, and the submission, but truly, what might be the scariest part of it all is how much he'd have to be willing to give up his masculinity for them. He's a man. A man who has only ever been with a woman. A man who hasn't told a single person in his family about his interest in, well, anyone. A man who hasn't explored his sexuality, and is instead leaving it up to the wind.

Brendon is hesitant of eroticism because he's never fully experienced what it has to offer.

I think you're afraid that you will like it.

Brendon bites the dead skin around his bottom lip, pulse a concerning speed.

Wouldn't that be a good thing though? If I like it.

You tell me.

Brendon doesn't have a single thing to say in response and it seems like Tyler doesn't either. They have rested their case. Knowingly, powerfully, unnervingly. They're right. They're so, so right. They're always right, and perhaps that's because Brendon is easy to read, or perhaps they know the struggles and worries when it comes to testing masculinity. Giving it up. Welcoming the other side of things.

Brendon shakes his head, the heaviness in his chest becoming too much.

He tosses both items in his hands down onto the bed and instead reaches into his bag until he finds his wax pen. This is all he needs for now. This is the only thing that will calm him down.

He's anxious. He usually is. Yet now it seems like there's many more things to stress about just today than there generally is. The fear of being fired at work is one, and the nerves that eat away at him when it comes to the thought of heading over to Hayley's for dinner is another. Not to mention how different he has been feeling in just the last couple of days. He has been overcome with something. He has been swallowed by a feeling he decided to push down for years and because of that, it's coming back stronger than ever. Despite the humiliation of being almost completely chaste though, he, for some ungodly reason, can't stop thinking about it. Why! It's fucking terrible, and he doesn't know what to do with all of these thoughts.

He can't control himself from being turned on because of his partners, that's for sure, but as soon as he ponders too long on just one idea, he immediately scolds himself and recoils because he's still a virgin, how can he possibly be thinking of these things?

For Brendon, it's neverending confliction.

He decides to get high in the meantime. Not severely, he knows he has to head next door soon, but enough that makes everything around him dissipate except for his own being. And he just lays down until the time arrives. Stares at the ceiling. He waits patiently for the feeling to show, thinking about very little as he does so. Once it hits, it's beautiful. Needed. He runs his fingers along his stomach and it tingles, he laughs. Maybe he's numb. Maybe he's in the thick of it and doesn't know how to be human anymore. Yet for Brendon, it always feels that way.

He wonders if things would be less scary if he was simply high all the time. It's beyond unrealistic, not-high-him would know that, and he really, for fuck's sake, needs to stop relying on weed to make everything feel better, but he can't help it. He has it, and it's doing what it's meant to do.

Brendon can't exactly tell how long he had been laying there until he finally gets enough motivation to lift his phone and see that it's six forty-two.

He sighs.

Considering it, he just decides to go over there now. He's sure Hayley won't mind; she enjoys his company for whatever reason.

Brendon slowly sits up, making sure to slip his phone into the pocket of his pajama pants before making his way out his bedroom and to the front door. Walking is weird. He feels taller. Not in his body. Distant. Like he's watching someone else live as himself, almost like a video game.

He shakes his head, slipping on some sneakers, finally leaving his apartment. In just a couple of steps, he's at Hayley's. Brendon knocks softly.

It doesn't take long for her to open the door, revealing a wide smile as usual.

"Hey," she says.

Brendon blinks, mouth dry. "Hey." A pause, a thought, a slow process. "I hope you don't mind that I came early."

"No, no, not at all. Dinner's almost done, anyways." She opens the door wider. "Come in."

Brendon glances inside, gauging as much as he possibly can before finally doing as told. Jack is sitting in front of the television, a collection of monster truck toys in front of him as well as a few barbies, and all Brendon can seem to do is smile when he looks up at him with a huge grin.

"Brendon!"

"Hey," he gets out, looking at the show playing in front of him. "Whatcha watching?"

"Paw Patrol," he informs. "Do you wanna watch it with me?"

Brendon continues staring at the screen, mind somewhere else right now-- well, nowhere actually-- but it takes him a lot longer to process Jack's words than what's probably comfortable. "Maybe in a minute," he mumbles, finally focusing on something else. The apartment. He notices the similarities and differences to his, but decides that observing everything for too long is rude so he walks over to the kitchen instead, not fully, but enough to be able to talk to Hayley.

The smell of food other than Tyler's is nearly unwelcoming.

Hayley looks to him, like she's expecting him to say something, so slowly, Brendon crosses his arms over his chest and clears his throat. "Uh. . . I've never, like. . . Done this really. . . Sorry. . ."

She shrugs. "I've never had anyone over yet, so you're fine." She's stirring noodles in a pot. "Jack's just probably gonna wanna hangout with you the whole time you're over. The kid loves you."

Brendon blinks, nothing processing in his head fast enough to say.

Hayley slowly looks over his shoulder, checking on Jack for a moment, then meets Brendon's gaze. "You're so high right now," she suddenly comments.

Brendon feels like he has been caught almost; he doesn't know why.

"Sorry." He says. "Is that a problem?"

He's expecting it to be considering Jack is around, but she shakes her head, shrugging. "No, not at all. I just think it's funny." She's casual, always so casual, and it continues to help Brendon immensly because he is so unbelievably bad with interaction. "I kind of realized that I only ever get to talk with you when you're stoned."

Brendon nearly feels level-headed when she mentions that.

He scratches the back of his neck uncomfortably, smacking his lips together to try and feel something. "I just," he pauses, not sure what he's willing to tell her about himself, and honestly, sadly, because of how high he usually is around her, he can't recall most of the shit she knows about him. "I just have. . . Really bad anxiety. . . So. . . Uh, yeah. That's mostly why."

Using it as an excuse is relatively pathetic but he can't help it.

Hayley gives him a reassuring smile. "I don't mind. Whatever helps you, you know." She stops engaging with the food. "I didn't mean that in a bad way, I hope you know. I just mean that I wonder what you're like when you're not moonwalking." She chuckles to herself at the way she phrases it, and Brendon is simply trying to register as much as he can.

"A nervous wreck." He supplies.

Hayley stares at him.

Maybe it was uncalled for.

"Is it like. . . Medical marijuana then, or. . ."

Fuck, he needs another hit.

"Can I go sit on your couch or something?" Is all he says, dismissing her question completely. He doesn't want to think about it.

She blinks, slowly nodding along. "Yeah, okay."

Brendon nods as well, shuffling away from the kitchen almost awkwardly. He doesn't mean to make it awkward. He doesn't want it to be. But it is. He's uncomfortable, already coming back down from his high just to reach the low again.

He sighs, carefully sitting down on the couch behind Jack, trying to focus on the television instead of anything else.

It doesn't take long for Jack to crawl up onto the couch with him. He says nothing for a while, he's just staring at him, observing, yet Brendon is too entranced in this show to even realize it's happening.

"My momma says it's your birthday soon," he murmurs.

Slowly, Brendon meets eyes with him. "Yep."

"How many years old d'you gonna be?"

Brendon smiles carefully. "How old do you think?"

Jack hums, squinting his eyes while looking him up and down, and finally, his eyes widen as it comes to him, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Fifty years old!" He exclaims.

Brendon nearly recoils. Does he really look that old? Jesus christ.

Then, it hits him that Jack hasn't even hit double digits yet, so he probably shouldn't trust his judgement.

Brendon shakes his head. "Absolutely not." He absentmindedly plays with the neck of Tyler's shirt. "I'm turning thirty."

"Older than fifty?" Jack wonders.

Brendon shakes his head again. "Younger."

Jack hums, registering the words. Brendon thinks he might focus back on the TV but no, he continues to stare at him, watching him fiddle with the shirt he's wearing but still, he doesn't pay much attention to it because he knows how kids are.

"What's that?" Jack asks.

Brendon furrows his eyebrows. "What's what?"

Jack sticks his finger out, moving closer to him until he can point to his neck. Immediately, Brendon understands what he's referring to, and immediately, he let's go of the turtleneck. "Bruises?" Jack wonders.

Brendon doesn't know what to tell him. "Sorta."

Jack purses his lips together. "I never gets bruises on my neck, jus' my knees and legs when I fall." Slowly, he scoots closer to Brendon, looking up at him, so interested in whatever he has to offer. "How did you get yours?"

Brendon blinks, mouth still horribly dry. "It's a grownup thing. I can't tell you."

Jack frowns. "I won't tell anyone, I promise!"

Brendon shakes his head. "Not gonna happen, kid."

Jack sighs, dismissing the subject as easily at that. He continues to watch the TV show then, the both of them do, only for a moment because absentmindedly, he brings something else up. His mind is everywhere but Brendon is pretty sure that just has to do with his age.

"I told all my friends at school about you." He says.

Brendon swallows thickly, keeping his eyes trained to the television. "Why's that?"

Jack shrugs. "You're the most nicest person I've ever met. You teach me things I never knew." Carefully, he cuddles up to Brendon's side, which is slightly overwhelming but luckily the weed is strong enough to make that feeling dissipate. "You're my bestest friend."

Brendon smiles carefully; it's all so pure.

"I'm sure you've learned more from people like you're mom and your teachers than me." He mentions.

Jack shakes his head. "You teach me 'bout cool things like Tyler and Josh. I 'idn't know you can do that but now I do and I tell people about them too."

Oh, god.

Brendon still can't decide if letting Jack know about his relationship and Tyler's situation was a good idea. He's young and impressionable, he can do anything imaginable with that information and it would all be his fault.

He takes in a deep breath, exhaling. "I'm glad I can help you learn something but. . . You probably should keep most of that to yourself. It's personal for me, and for Tyler and Josh, okay?"

Jack just nods. "I wanna see them again." He suddenly comments.

"Tyler and Josh?"

"Yeah. I like them a lot." He cuddles into Brendon's side more. "I want Tyler to teach me stuff like you do."

Brendon sighs lightly. "Tyler's really quiet, Jack." He whispers. "They get nervous when they have to talk to people, especially kids. I'm not sure they'd be able to teach you much."

Jack frowns, looking up at him again. "Why?"

Brendon huffs. "I don't know."

Before Jack can respond, Hayley walks over to the two of them and taps on each of their shoulders. "Dinner's done. Paw Patrol time is over."

**Trigger warning: anxiety over food, and not eating. Stay safe.**

Immediately, something distasteful settles in Brendon's bones. He's still high but not even the munchies can fix what he's done to himself. He really, really doesn't want to eat right now. That's the last thing he wants. Pitifully, at this time in the night, he just wants to hold Josh, and he wants Tyler to hold him. He wants both of them to kiss him softly and comb their fingers through his hair, whispering how proud they are of him for some obscure reason, yet at this point, he thinks it might be the only thing pushing him through anymore.

Nonetheless he slowly stands up from the couch after Jack does, making his way towards the kitchen. While Hayley makes herself and her son a plate, she looks to Brendon and says, "Just get however much you want. There's plenty." Then, she must realize she never once told him what it is. "It's spaghetti, by the way."

Brendon can't help but think why is it always spaghetti?

Still, once Hayley finishes making plates for the two of them, he moves over to the stove and grabs just enough. Just a little. Just what he thinks he will be able to get down right now.

Hayley hands him a fork and napkin when he sits at the table, so with that, they begin eating. Well, Hayley and Jack do, but Brendon just sits there and stares at the television show that plays distantly.

He really misses Tyler and Josh.

He wants to hold Josh's hand right now. He wants to not say a word but smile to himself because he knows he has him. He wants Tyler to notice he's not eating and encourage him to do so silently, subtly. It always works. He wants to reassure them, he wants to be good for them, he wants to be enough. More than enough. A craving.

He wonders if either of them are thinking of him right now.

He wonders if either of them think about him nearly as much as he does.

"Brendon?"

It pulls him away from his thoughts, focus slowly moving to Hayley. "Hmm?"

"Are you alright? You haven't touched your food."

A loud thump sounds throughout his body, yet the tingling feeling that continues to coarse through him is drowning it out with ease.

"I'm just exhausted." He mumbles. It isn't exactly a lie, either.

Hayley hums. "Well, you better eat it before it goes cold. It's really good."

Brendon simply nods, finally picking up his fork, twirling some noodles around it. He knows it's probably not nearly as good as Tyler's spaghetti, which, oddly, makes him want to eat even less the more he thinks about it. Despite his horrible relationship with food, there's always comfort in the dishes Tyler makes. Maybe he's bias because he cares for them dearly, but he can't help it.

"Hey," he suddenly starts, looking over to Jack. "You got Star of the Week in your class, that's awesome."

Distractions.

Jack beams, Brendon messes with his food. "I did! Mrs.Row said that I been doing so good and that she was excited to give it to me."

Brendon nods along, fork twisting and turning in his pasta absentmindedly. "Do they do anything special if you're Star of the Week?"

"She puts a picture of me on the wall and I get to wear a crown around class so everybody knows I'm better than them." He explains, as happy as can be, but Hayley shakes her head.

"That's not what wearing the crown means, Jack. You wear it as a reward." She states. "No one is better than anyone. Don't say that."

Jack sighs. "Sorry, mommy."

Hayley dimisses it, taking another bite of her food while watching the TV from her spot at the table. All of them seem to end up doing that. Brendon's not really sure if there's anything he can possibly say, and neither does Hayley. It's almost so dreadful that he wishes he would have declined her offer to come over tonight, but he knows that's probably a terrible thing to think.

Hayley's trying her best. She's being kind to him, and yeah, she most likely is struggling to handle the situation because of how complicated Brendon is and how much she's not used to having anyone over. It's not her fault. It's Brendon's. He's aware of this, still, it doesn't make it any less terrible.

Once Hayley finishes her plate of food, Jack following easily along, she stands up and starts collecting them, which makes Brendon slightly overwhelmed by the whole situation but he still doesn't do a thing when she reaches to grab his plate.

"You done?" She asks.

Brendon looks down at the plate, then up at her. "Yeah."

She nods, grabbing it and setting it on top of the rest of the plates considering he still has the entire serving left on his.

"You didn't eat much." She comments. "Didn't like it?"

Brendon breathes in, breathes out. "I had a few bites." He decides to tell her, which is a complete lie-- he didn't even have one. He's sure she didn't notice that, though. "I just have a very small appetite. Sorry. It was good. It was."

Hayley nods. "Thank you, I tried." She chuckles.

She goes over to the kitchen, beginning to clean off the plates. She scrapes the entire meal off Brendon's plate and so much guilt invades his soul. All he can think about is how he, once again, is taking a few steps backwards. Continuing to fail. He hadn't even gotten three meals in today. Tyler and Josh would be undoubtedly upset with him and that's what makes the guilt so much worse.

**Trigger warning over.**

"Jack," Hayley pipes up.

"Yes, momma?"

"Can you go brush your teeth while I clean up, please?"

Jack frowns, yet pushes his chair out and stands up. "Mhm." He murmurs. Brendon watches him as he trails off down the small hall, off to where he is no longer visible.

That's when Hayley slowly comes back to the table, sitting down on the chair beside Brendon's.

She looks to him, fingers fiddling together. She seems guilty, too.

"Sorry." She mutters.

Brendon meets eyes with her. Nervously. Scared; the weed is definitely wearing off by now. "For what?"

"For being overbearing. I'm like, super bad a social cues. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, believe me. I just would like to get to know you more considering you're about the only person I really talk to anymore." She shrugs. "I feel like I keep pushing you. I really don't want that. I want you to be comfortable telling me something, I don't want to prod until you feel like it's the only thing you can do, know what I mean? So, yeah. I'm sorry."

Brendon stares at her, and questionably, he responds by laughing lightly to himself.

"What?" Hayley wonders, carefully smiling along.

Brendon shakes his head, chuckling, chuckling. "You're just so nice, it's weird." He answers. "No offense."

Hayley snorts. "None taken." She responds.

Brendon nods, smiling with her. It's okay. She's okay. Everything's okay. "I still can't get over the fact that you told me I'm mysterious. I'm literally not. I'm just so lame and can't make friends for shit."

"I guess that makes two of us." She decides.

Though, Brendon shakes his head. "We're friends."

Hayley squints her eyes. "Are you just saying that because you're super high, or are you saying that because you mean it?"

Brendon shrugs. "Both."

Hayley hums, leaning back in her seat, staring at the ceiling. "I honestly never thought the day would come where my only friend would be my next door neighbor who's a massive stoner, has two romantic partners, and only shows up a day or two during the week." She blinks, head lolling over to look at him. "No offense."

Brendon's kind of happy.

"None taken."

She smiles. Nodding. Eyes closing. "Thanks for coming over, even if we barely did anything."

Brendon knows Hayley's lonely. Coming here wasn't a mistake. She needs someone, and he'll be that someone as long as he can have a smile on his face at the end of the night.

"Of course." He responds, carefully standing up from the seat. "I should probably get going though. It's been a long day."

Hayley nods another time. "Okay," she murmurs. "You might wanna wait until Jack comes back though because--"

"Is Brendon leaving?" His little voice sounds throughout the room.

Hayley opens her eyes, looking over to him. "Yeah, he is." She tells him. "Say goodbye."

Jack quickly runs over to Brendon, hugging his legs. "Bye-bye." He whispers.

Brendon almost feels stuck. This kid is so obsessed with him and he has no clue why. It's admirable nonetheless though, so he ruffles his hair and tells him goodbye once he finally pulls away.

Then, he looks to Hayley. "I'll see you when I see you."

She smiles. "Yeah."

With that, he makes his way to the door and leaves without another word. He somehow leaves with a grin on his face too though, and that's all that matters by the time he makes it into his apartment, and soon, his bedroom.

Brendon doesn't waste a second to toss his bag off the bed along with Tyler's little. . . Gift. He completely disregards all of it and chooses to leave it up to the wind again. Tomorrow, perhaps. The day after that, possibly. Whatever becomes the right time, really.

Still, once getting comfortable in bed-- glasses off, covers over his body, a foot sticking out to get some air-- he falls back to one thing. He always seems to nowadays.

Goodnight Ty. I miss you and Josh a lot. Kiss him for me and pretend like this isn't a sappy text. I'm still kinda stoned.

Brendon almost falls asleep while waiting for them to reply. It takes a lot longer than usual, but when his phone vibrates, he doesn't skip a beat to look at what they said.

Sorry for the late response. My kiss from you to him turned into a makeout session.

We miss you too, Bren. Sleep well, my little stoner.

Brendon stares at the first text after reading them both. He hates that the only thing he is able to think about right now is how much he wishes he could have been apart of that. Apart of them. And it makes him miss everything even more.

He sighs after a moment, putting his phone down on the beside table to let it charge.

It's going to be a long weekend without the two of them.