Break All the Rules (LGBT) ✅

Sunday Morning 2

Jordan gets used to Stiles and Derek in bed with him.

He gets used to Stiles grinning up at him after sex, soft and dopey, and Jordan would kiss him and cuddle if their relationship was like that. It's not, though, so they stay for ten minutes before they make their excuses and leave because their arrangement is for casual sex and nothing more than that. It's satisfying, and Jordan loves it, but he'd be lying if he said he felt completely comfortable because there's no stability and he feels him being the dominant one is the only certainty in their relationship.

He's mature enough that he's no longer focussed on chasing his own orgasm and he's the oldest so it's his role to look after them. It's something that he enjoys, because why else would anyone run for ADX President if they didn't like responsibility, and he's happy with what he has.

Pizza never fails to make him more happy, though, and he stumbles into the kitchen to get the leftovers in the fridge.

"Hey," Isaac says, immediately stealing a slice of pizza, "I heard you guys this morning."

Jordan groans, "That's absolutely mortifying, what did you hear?"

"I learnt our president has a surprisingly dirty mouth," he grins, wicked and teasing, "like, shit, I thought you'd be a gentleman in bed."

"I am a gentleman but Stiles likes when I talk dirty to him."

Isaac frowns, "But do you like it? You're always looking after us and putting us first but what you want matters, too, and you shouldn't ignore that."

It's sweet and Jordan can't help but smile, "Thanks, Isaac, but I'm not as selfless as you think. I am definitely getting something out of this arrangement."

He leers, "Yeah, I know."

"I've created a monster," Jordan says, "you were such an innocent little cherub when I first met you in pledge week."

Isaac's a second year so he joined the brotherhood after Jordan and he still remembers seeing him with his ridiculous long sleeves and jeans when it was one of the hottest days of the year. And ADX boys were normally pretty respectful of boundaries but it was pledge week and they'd had him strip down for the first challenge because the boy would get fucking heatstroke otherwise.

They hadn't liked what they'd seen.

Because, if there was one rule about fraternities, it was that they looked after their own and ADX had enough alumni and money to do something about a child abuser. Isaac had been pathetically grateful to them afterwards but it'd been him who'd taken the first step by coming to uni and they'd just been decent human beings. It'd taken him a while to be persuaded of the fact and, now, he was assured of that.

"Seriously," he says, stealing the last slice of pizza, "I never took you for the casual sex kind of guy, you're the kind who wants to look after someone and you need stability."

"You're scary in how perceptive you are."

"It's Derek and Stiles, right?" he asks, and continues on when he nods, "Maybe you should talk to them because we all know that Derek doesn't use his words that much and I've met Stiles and he's talkative, sure, but he doesn't say a lot about himself. Try bring it up and you might be surprised."

Jordan pulls a face. "Eh, no."

Isaac rolls his eyes, shoving at him, "Do it or I'll eat all the pizza."

"You just did."

"Well, I'll do something worse then. Trust me, I can think of it."

He doesn't doubt him.

But for all Isaac's hit the gym and gained some muscle, he still looks like a cute little puppy baring his teeth. There's no real threat there and Jordan doesn't need to listen to him but he's an adult and that means talking about things. And he can't deny that talking is a good thing because that's what led to them doing away with condoms and barebacking.

So the next time Derek and Stiles come over, he says, "I have a proposition."

Stiles leans forward with interest, "Oh, good, I like your ideas. They always lead to the best sex."

"Exclusivity," he says because he wants to get it out of they way as quickly as possible, "I think it's worth thinking about."

Derek frowns, "Aren't we exclusive already?"

"Yeah," Stiles agrees, "we stopped using condoms, I thought that meant we weren't taking other people into our beds."

They both turn to look at him, displeased.

"No," Jordan says quickly, holding his hands up, "I haven't been sleeping with anyone, either, I just wanted to make it clear."

Stiles grins at that, "You're an idiot, Jordan, were you worried about that? We definitely aren't that blasé about the dangers of unsafe sex and we wouldn't do that to anyone."

Derek's still looking at him but he looks speculative more than anything else, "Is that all you wanted to talk about?"

"Well, if we're exclusive already, we might as well just date or something," he tries for casual but he's not sure he succeeds.

His boys smile anyway and, after they talk about it, he's not sure why he ever worried in the first place. They have their first date a few weeks later, when they're all free, and it's horrific because Stiles spills his food and Jordan orders a curry dish that proves too spicy for him and he spends the rest of the night getting progressively drunker as he tries to cool his mouth. Derek looks mildly horrified by it all because Jordan gets handsy but Stiles think it's hilarious.

Jordan, vaguely, remembers thinking it's a damn good first date.