[BXBXB/POLYAMOROUS]
Oliver knight loves reading fiction stories no matter how cliché they are. Although he never understood why the main character never chose both of the romantic choices; leaving one of them with a broken heart.
So, when he has a...
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Elijah laid in bed, nestled comfortably between Ethan and Blaze. The warmth of their bodies against his made him feel safe, loved—complete. Blaze's arm was slung protectively across Elijah's waist, while Ethan's fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on his chest. The quiet of the room, the soft rhythm of their breathing, it all felt so intimate, so right.
Ethan shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to Elijah's shoulder, his lips lingering there for just a moment longer than usual. Elijah couldn't help but smile. Ethan always knew how to calm him, how to make him feel cherished.
Blaze's hand tightened around Elijah, pulling him closer until his lips met the back of Elijah's neck. "You smell like trouble," Blaze murmured, voice low and teasing, but the affection in his tone was undeniable.
Elijah turned his head, catching Blaze's gaze, and found himself lost in the way Blaze was looking at him—intense, possessive, full of love. He leaned in, capturing Blaze's lips in a kiss that deepened as Blaze responded with equal fervor.
Ethan, not wanting to be left out, chuckled softly and leaned over to plant a kiss on Blaze's lips. The kiss was slower, tender, an unspoken reminder of their shared bond. When they pulled back, Elijah smiled, his heart swelling with warmth as he watched the two of them together. He never got tired of seeing how much they loved each other too.
Ethan finally pressed a quick kiss to Elijah's lips, a soft, reassuring peck before resting his head on Elijah's chest. "What's going on in that head of yours?" Ethan asked, his voice a gentle whisper against Elijah's skin.
Elijah sighed, feeling the weight of the moment before he finally spoke. "I have to go soon, to the film set," he said quietly, breaking the peaceful bubble they had created. "For the video shoot."
Blaze groaned, tightening his hold on Elijah. "Do you have to go right now?" he teased, though his voice was playful, there was a hint of reluctance beneath the words.
Ethan grinned, his hand slipping down Elijah's side. "We could always kidnap him," he suggested, half-joking, half-serious.
"Come back quick," Blaze whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness, even as he relented and loosened his grip. Elijah gave them both a lingering kiss, knowing he'd be counting down the minutes until he could return.
Elijah arrived at the filming site with a mix of excitement and nervous energy buzzing inside him. It was early, the sun barely rising, but the set was already alive with activity. People rushing around, setting up lights, adjusting cameras, making sure everything was perfect for the shoot. His eyes scanned the bustling scene until they landed on Rowan, who was talking animatedly with a few of the crew members.
Rowan looked up, caught sight of Elijah, and immediately broke into a wide, charismatic grin. "Elijah! You made it!" he called out, waving him over.
Elijah couldn't help but smile back as he walked up to him. Rowan had this infectious energy about him, the kind of presence that pulled everyone in, and Elijah found himself instantly at ease in his company.
