Three's a Crowd(boyxboy) (Completed!)

Chapter 1: Homewrecking at it's finest

(A.N: Hey pals, I'm working on a sequel to this story! It's in the process of being written, if you wanna check it out I have a brief summary up. Anyways, enjoy~♡)
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Payton's POV*

"Payton...Payton wake up!"

I heard my friend calling through my sleep.

"Seriously Payton. My arm is going numb. You need to wake up." He began to shake me with his free hand.

Dean and I, had been cuddling on the couch from the night prior watching a movie. He was big spooning, and I was his little spoon. It was the morning after now, and Dean's arms were stead fast to my sides. It was a place I never wanted to leave. Unfortunately for him though, he was immensely uncomfortable. His one arm that was underneath of me, had gone numb from my weight of my body (although I didn't weight much.) The uncomfort grew until eventually he had to wake me up.

I groaned. "Stop Dean. I was having a sexy dream. Just let me sleep." I said trying to stay asleep.

"Why? Are you hard right now?" He asked sarcastically. He decided to find out. He ran his hand up my back and over my hip, placing it on the front of my shorts. "You are! I was only joking, but God! You really have no shame!"

"Leave me and my morning boner alone." I huffed still half asleep.

Dean being the defiant little shit he was, slipped his hand down my shorts and started stoking me.

My eyes immediately shot open. "DEAN! WHAT. ARE. YOU DOING?!"

"Waking you up." He said plainly, as if nothing at all was wrong with what he was currently doing.

"THAT IS NOT HOW YOU WAKE SOMEONE UP!"

"Well it seems to have worked now didn't it? Besides my other arm is numb from you laying on it, and you wouldn't wake up. What else could I have done to get you off of me?"

"I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE MOVE YOUR ARM, OR PUSH ME FROM IN FRONT OF YOU! SOMETHING A NORMAL PERSON WOULD HAVE DONE!"

"Stop being so dramatic. It's just a hand job." He said continuing his hand movements.

I let out a soft moan. "Dean.. Ah.. " I uttered. "You nee...You need to sto.. Ah!"

"That's new. Usually you do everything in your power to get me to give you a handjob but now that I'm giving you one you want me to stop?"

"Half aslee.. me.. hah... Has morals!" I said trying not to moan.

He kept moving his hand up and down inside of my boxers. "Morals you say? Hmm, I think Margo would love to meet half asleep Payton. It's the only time you aren't hitting on me."

That made me mad. " You know what!" I said waking up fully. "Do. Your. Worse!"

His hand stopped, but still gripped on my lower half. "It's not fun if you want me to do it..."

"Oooh no you don't! You finish what you started!" I demanded. "You were the one who thought it would be fun to play with me, now you have to finish me off."

He laughed. "Wow, demanding aren't we?" He started his hand movements again, stroking from tip to base.

I shut my eyes and let out a soft moan. Finally Dean was doing exactly what I wanted him to.

***
Later in the afternoon.

I parked my gay ass on the bench Next to Margo, aka my best friend's bitch of a girlfriend. I mean I loved her, but she always got between me and Dean. Him and I had been friend since pre school, and when she showed up in the fifth grade she changed our whole dynamic. After she met him, she took every spare second he had, and soon I was the third wheel.

"So your boyfriend gave me a hand job this morning..." I boasted to Margo.

"And your point?" She asked in a bored tone.

"My point is that your boyfriend is kiiinda gay."

Margo snorted. "I'm preeetty sure he's not."

"Weeell... You're clearly wrong." I stated plainly. "No straight guys plays with another guy's dick and makes them come."

"He makes me come plenty thank you very much. And would you look that, I just so happen to be female! Wow! It's unbelievable!" The amount of sarcasm and sass that oozed from her voice was overwhelming.

"Oh hunny." I tsked. "We both know you fake it."

She puffed her chest and got ready to tear me a new one, But as she did, a voice stopped her.

"I leave for ten seconds to grab some ice cream, and you guys are already having a bitch fight?" Dean said as he approached us from behind. "Jeez... I can't take you guys anywhere together." He chuckled.

her anger melted to a smile when she realized Dean was back. She planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Your friend here is trying to tell me your gay babe." She said scowling in my direction.

"No, I'm proving he's gay." I corrected her. "Did you not give me a handjob this morning Dean? Because I distinctly recall you licking your fingers after I came all over your hand."

Margo looked at me with disgust. "Gross!"

"Bitch! Don't act like you don't swallow." I quipped back.

Dean sighed. "I did give you a handjob Payton, but the last part didn't happen. Both of us know that. Besides, it was only innocent, I did it to wake you up."

"Okay so maybe I made the last part up, but you did admit to giving me one! That means you aren't entirely straight!"

He sighed again. "It's hot and our ice cream is melting. Let go sit on the board walk and eat them." He said changing the subject.

Margo hopped up and grabbed an ice cream from Dean, then linked arms with him. "Gladly babe."

I rolled my eyes at her. And got up and grabbed a cone for myself. "Let's. But we're not finished with this conversation!" I added quickly.

"Yes we are." they said together.

Pft! That's what they thought. I would most certainly bring it up later. I'd do anything to get them to realize Dean wasn't straight, because he belonged to Me! And I wasn't going to stop till Margo was out of the picture.

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A.N: Homewrecking at it's finest friends.