Scott Hoying/ Mitch Grassi/ Alex Kirk
Warnings: explicit language, threesome M/M/M
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It wasn't like Mitch planned for it to happen or anything, he was just helping a friend out. When Scott came home at 4am all grumpy from his date with Alex, it took Mitch an hour to make him talk.
He expected some serious problem like Alex not liking italian food or Spongebob, but he soon realized the fact that he's "too sweet" in bed might be a pretty big problem as well. But he was a great friend, so of course he agreed to help Scott out a bit.
Their plan was simple, really. Make Alex jealous and get him to wreck Scott until he can't walk. Well, maybe not all that hard, but the point was pretty obvious. Making him jealous wasn't that hard, all it took was a bit of grinding in a club and winking in their videos and Alex got the message.
The thing was, it didn't really go as planned.
Alex definitely was jealous, but instead of doing something about it, he decided to act like a 40-year old politician and talk about it. That made Scott even grumpier and he decided he'll do whatever it takes to make Alex jealous.
So maybe inviting him over and playing spin the bottle wasn't the brightest idea Mitch has ever had, but it did work.
After downing about three shots each and spinning the bottle countless times, finally it landed on him and Scott. Looking at Scott for reassurance, Mitch leaned over and connected their lips in a soft, hesitant kiss that lasted for about three seconds before they pulled away and reached for the bottle to spin it again, as if what just happened was completely normal.
"Okay, that's it," Alex threw his hands up and shook his head, gaining the attention of both of them. "You think you can just kiss my boyfriend right in front of me? Think you can do that just because you two are besties or something?" he raised his voice and cocked his head, looking at Mitch expectantly.
The smaller brunnette looked up at him with wide eyes and opened his mouth to say something, but was cut right off by the taller man, who was now dangerously close to his face.
"Do you think I haven't noticed? Do you think I didn't see how you were all over him in that club? How you were looking at him?"
At that point Scott decided he should probably help Mitch out, so he crawled over so he was closer to them and put one hand on Alex's shoulder, trying to pull him back from the small brunette whose eyes were now wider than he's ever seen and a few shades darker than usually, but he decided it was probably just from the drinks he's had.
"We were just messin-"
"You don't get to talk," Alex put a finger over his lips, effectivelly silencing him and sending a shiver down his spine.
"I was talking to you," he turned back to Mitch, who couldn't help but feel a soft blush spreading across his cheeks, "not so sassy anymore, are you?"
Mitch opened his mouth but closed it as soon as he realized the only sound he was currently capable of producing was a moan, and he was pretty sure that wouldn't be the right reaction. Instead he just looked down and subconsciously bit his lip, before a long finger reached under his chin and a pair of piercingly blue eyes fixed his gaze.
"I'm- I'm sorry," Mitch stuttered quietly and in his head he wanted to laugh at himself because he was actually stuttering in front of a cute boy, who was just incidentally his best friends' boyfriend, but it seemed impossible to do anything but return the intense gaze. Right when he thought he could drown in the blue depths Alex turned away from him, still hodling his chin up, and looked at Scott who was just as flustered as Mitch.
