"You wouldn't keep a secret from me would you?"
Six best friends living in one home is a lot. Especially when they may or may not have feelings for the others. So what happens when they start hiding things behind each other's back?
Secrets sometimes...
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Ambrose and Axel slept together for two more weeks before Axel brought up asking Xander to help them again. Ambrose didn't mind--he was all for it, actually. Teasing was as far as he ever got with Xander, and he liked having sex with him that first time.
So Ambrose agreed to ask.
Dusk had been acting weird in this time, but only Parsley and Aspen really noticed. He wouldn't talk to anyone about it, though, but he seemed to be making himself even busier.
Xander was very surprised but also mad to find out they were having sex across the the hall from him, and he didn't know. He was sure he would have been able to tell. "Why didn't you tell me?" He demanded.
"Because it's not official. I'm just helping him figure out what he likes. We aren't dating, it's just...we're just sleeping together. Which is why I'm asking you to help."
"Help?" He echoed. "Help how?"
"He thinks he might like being on top better, and you're the only one he could top."
He pouted. "What's that supposed to mean? I could be a top."
Ambrose's lips twitched in amusement. "You think? Let's see—" He moved swiftly over the smaller man, pinning his hands to the bed. A surprised gasp left Xander's lips, but his legs spread immediately, greedily.
Ambrose's lips drew closer, but he kept out of reach. Xander was immediately submissive, waiting for the kiss he knew he'd get. Ambrose smirked down at him.
"So. I'll ask again. Do you think he can top you?"
Face flushed, Xander looked away. His tail was thumping on the bed and he tried to ignore it. "Fine."
"No, I need a passionate answer." He was serious, and Xander looked up at him. "Do you really want to?"
"Yes, just—" He lifted his head, pressing his lips to Ambrose's. "I want you to be there too."
"Oh?" He smirked. "Is that so?"
"Just because--"
"It's fine. I'll be there. Come by my room tonight, after dinner, okay? We'll talk about all this then. And don't tell the others."
"Okay." He breathed, nodding. Ambrose smiled, pressing a kiss to his nose, and left the room. Axel was waiting for him on his bed, and he nodded as he closed the door.
"He'll help you. Go get dressed, we have to go soon."
"Go?" He echoed.
"You'll see."
Ambrose brought Axel to The Sweet Spot. Dusk wasn't working that day, and Ambrose needed Axel to find a strap-on that he liked.
He was thoroughly embarrassed, of course, but managed to pick one. But on the way to check out, the last thing they expected to see was Dusk and Aspen, looking at a wall of toys. Aspen saw them, and his face turned red. Axel hid behind Ambrose.
