Three Hot Boys Are A Crowd

Ch.27-Weekend At Ace's [Part Three]-

April 7th, 2018

5:00pm

Let's see, since we're back from our afternoon into town I decided to finish what I was writing about earlier. Let's see...I was writing about how Oliver kissed me, Ace's dick print, etc. So! Like I was saying, we fell asleep in that little bundle of manliness and it was really comfortable, I could've been there forever. Following this, I had a wonderful sex dream about Oliver, Ace, and me. It involved a lot of stickiness that even the Georgia Nicholson scale wouldn't even begin to cover, I mean for a 14-16 year old girl she was going places. Anyway, when I woke up from that dream sent from God or maybe even Satan, I was the only one slobbering on the pillows. Thank God (or Satan) I didn't have a wet dream or something just a minor erection that I took care of. Spongebob was less than pleased with this, considering he had to watch the whole time. (Jesus Christ, Tyler, think of the scarred children). I made my way to the kitchen to find Ace cooking and Oliver sitting on the counter talking.

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"I'm just saying, Ace, that it seems like after twenty billion seasons they would at least find out who A is. It only seems logical. People have been wondering for years, and from my knowledge they still haven't gotten a straight answer. Not that I watched Pretty Little Liars, I'm just saying. I've seen one episode and seems like they should've at least told them by now." Oliver said. His voice traveled from the kitchen to the hallway easily. I walked slowly towards their voices.

"True, but they wanna keep the mystery alive. You'll keep watching the show because you want to figure out who A is, so I drag it out but if ratings drop then I'll throw a bullshit theory your way and you'll stay longer. Producers and writers have families to feed. Then again, I could be wrong. This type of business is tricky." Ace spoke, his voice having a slight sleepy croak. I moved closer to the kitchen until I was visible to them. "How did this convo go from Mars to PLL anyway?" Ace turned around to pay more attention to the pancakes when he finally noticed me. " Hey, Ty. Did you sleep well?"

Oliver's back was towards me but he turned around to meet my gaze. "Good-morning, twink."

My heart almost skipped a beat at the sight of him. His hair was everywhere but in the most beautiful sense, and he had somehow became five thousand times more attractive by adding black frames to his nighttime attire. Christ on a stick. "'Morning."

"I was making pancakes and bacon but Oliver has an aversion to pork so just pancakes for him."

Oliver hopped down from the counter, and grabbed a glass of orange juice. "It's not so much an aversion, it's how I was raised. In my black christian home my mom thought pork was basically Satan's work and my dad scared us into not eating it. Call it conditioning, or fear that my mom would drag my ass back to Atl and skin me for even looking at it, but I just don't eat it. I'm in my twenties, I have a choice. I just choose not to."

"Aversion." Ace repeated, flipping the pancakes.

I laughed. "So what's on the agenda for today since it's Weekend At Ace's?"

"Ohhh, complete sentences today I see." Oliver said, gulping down his OJ.

Ace laughed. "I was thinkin' we'd go into town and do some stuff. The boardwalk is finally opening since it's getting warmer so there will be plenty to do. That should keep us busy until the early evening."

"And at night when the queers rise we could probably go clubbing and hit some bars. Not that I promote this kind of stuff but I hope you have a fake ID, Tyler." Oliver questioned.

I nodded. "But it's only to vote."

"Nice reference." he smiled.

"Thanks." Suddenly, my feet were more interesting than eye contact and the one direction song echoing in my head was getting louder.