𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐋

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Caleb

I was in my room, feeling so many emotions right now. Last night Milo basically asked me to kiss him, which end up with us...

"Fuck, fuck, fuck Caleb~" He moaned desperately in his hand, attempting to make his lewd noises as quiet as possible, but failing.

A tingling sensation spread across my cheeks, remembering everything the transpired last night. Or even this morning morning on the sofa with Damien.

Damien grabbed my hand and guide it down to his hard-on, that noticably stretched his pants. "That's what you did to me." He squeeze my hand around his clothed cock, "This is how you make me feel."

"Oh my gosh- breath Caleb!" I shout into my blanket. But what do I do? Do I confront them about it. Confronting sounds aggressive. We sit down and talk.

There's a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I shout, the door opens and I am met with Cameron. I didn't know he was back.

"Why is Damien washing the pillow sheets on the sofa?" He shuts the door and walks a further in room, "I was going to ask Milo but he's asleep. Even though it 3 in afternoon, he usually never sleeps in this late."

"I- I don't know, yesterday was a very tiring day."

"It sure was, huh?" He suspiciously narrows his eyes at me, "What did you guys do yesterday?"

"We ate food and slept on the sofa the whole day. Why?"

"Hm, so why is he cleaning the sofa?"

"I guess, he's just bored." I nervous shrug, but I think he knew what was up. I think he didn't ask Damien or Milo is because they are better liars than me.

"Get out of bed and walk."

"Ok fine! You win, it happened between us." I gave in.

"I knew it. But why did the three of you fuck on the sofa." He let out a huff.

"..."

"Where else did you horny bastards do it?" He pinch the bridges of his nose, "I have to make sure it clean."

"Kitchen- but don't worry! I clean it perfectly." I assured him, he gave me an eye roll.

"Are you guys a thing?"

"Well... no. It kinda just happened, it was a spring of the moment. That's what I want to ask them, but it just happened, I don't know what to... say, y'know."

"So a situationship?"

"Kinda." I let out a sigh. I don't know what to do. It feel awkward to just ask them what are we? They might not even like me like that.

"Cameron I don't know what to ask, or say to them. What if they don't like me, and I fucked up our friendship."

"If you don't say anything that might make everything worse and more awkward. So you should confront them about it. Honestly, I think they like you. You all still have feelings for one another, I've seen the way you three look at one another."

"Wh-What about Milo and Noelle? Doesn't Milo like her?"

"If he did, that would be kinda unfortunate. She's a lesbian. Also I think they act like siblings, rather than anything else."

"She's into girls?" I would have never guessed.

"To compensate for fucking on the sofa, and in the kitchen, I want the three of you to talk to one another."

"I don't want to be the one that confronts them. How am I gonna get them in here without wanting to crumble?"

"You're such a baby, this is why you're bedridden." He scoffed before leaving the room.

Was that supposed to be an insult, or was he stating a fact?

After a few minutes the door was knocked on before two people entered. Milo a bit slower probably from just waking up and other reasons.

"Cameron told me to come-" Milo yawned before laying on my bed, sprawled out in the Pj's I chose for him, "-in here."

"Same, and I can only guess why." Damien chimed as he sat on the edge of the bed next to me.

"Well... um- I-"

I don't know how to start, do I say some cliché confession? I'm a nervous reck right now.

"You suck at this confession shit." Damien let out an airy chuckle as he laid back on my bed comfortably.

"I just- I get embarrassed when- wait what? You know I was-"

"It doesn't take a genius to know why Cameron wanted us in the same room to talk about our feelings, so-" Milo shifts to where he's lazily laying on his side, staring at me with amused eyes, "-are you gonna tell us that you like us, or?"

"I hate you guys."

"Do you really? Because weren't you about to-"

"Yes I like you guys, and I want to go out with you guys, there I said it, now shut up!" I groaned flusteredly into my hands as I laid back onto my pillow.

The bed began to shift and creak before weight laid on my chest and to the left of me. I moved my hands to see Milo laying on top of me, and Damien right next to me with a mirthful smirk.

"Yes, I'll go out with you Caleb." Damien responded.

There was no response from Milo which confused and worried me, "Milo?"

"I know this might sound childish but- going out with you again-"

"It's ok if you don't want too." I interrupt, but he virgously shakes him head, confusing me more.

"No it's not that. I want to be with you guys, but I'm scared that we're gonna be separated again... like last time. And I don't want to be happy with you guys, then we're separated again, and I have to get use to living without you guys again." Milo hesitantly explains as I use my hand to gently rub his back.

"We won't be separated again, I promise." Damien assures Milo, letting a faint smile pull his lips.

"I don't want you to leave again-"

"We're not." I reassure. He smiles and rests his head on my chest. "Also, how did you guys know about one another's feelings." I announced curiously.

"Huh?"

"You two seem knowledgeable of one another's feeling when you walked in. What transpired when I wasn't around?"

"Yesterday, Damien thought I was asleep. And began to kiss our faces as we slept, thanking us for making him fall in love again." Milo explained, softly smiling at a blushing Damien.

"In love?"

Damien lays flat on his back, embarrassed.
"Shut up, it was a mistake!"

"So you don't love-"

"No I do!- I do love you." Damien soon let out a groan, "I didn't want you to find out like this..." He sucks in a breath before exhaling and turning to us, "Caleb, Milo, I love you, you don't have to say it back if you don't want too."

"I love you too." Milo chimes with an innocent chuckle.

"I love you as well."

"Good." He smiles, pecking us on the forehead before lay down on my pillow.