Hide and Seek.

Chapter 7

"Just like prom," he says, but both Allan and Sarah seem confused by the exchange, so he feels compelled to explain. "Remember when Sarah couldn't choose which one of us would take her to prom, so we all just went together? It's just like that."

Allan gives him a crooked look hidden behind a small strand of blond hair. "Something tells me this won't be nothing like our 8th grade formal."

"Using humor to mask things, huh?" Peter's lips form a massive grin, and then he shrugs a little. "Did I hit a nerve there?"

"No," Allan says quickly, and without any trace of doubt.

"Afraid of me then?"

This time he stops and ponders before he says "No." Peter meets his eyes and he is filled with an unknown warmth that makes him second guess his own feelings on the matter. "I mean...I don't know."

"Only one way to find out."

Peter kisses her again, just to prove a point, she thinks. Or maybe just to tease Allan and to see if he's actually on board with all of this. Peter knows that she won't be able to do anything if Allan is not 100% with them on it. She wants him there, needs him there, just as much as she wants to be there herself.

There's a curiosity in how Allan watches them. It's borderline child-like, almost innocent even, and the realization brings back memories. Because if there's one thing she can remember more vividly than just how jealous Peter used to be when they did something without him, it's how Allan seemed completely unfazed by it when it was the other way around. He would simply smile and greet them when they were back from whatever trouble Peter got them into. Nothing, no questions asked. Even if he cared, even if it bothered him a little, he would still never question their interactions.

The probable reason behind it makes her heart ache and she has to steal a glance back at him, just to be sure he's really ok. Allan is the product of a father who didn't know how to love his son - probably never even hugged him - so she knows he usually accepts any affection that comes his way because maybe he thinks he's not worthy of it. But when she locks eyes with him, she finds something else. Something new. There's a glimpse of something she hadn't seen before, and it resonates deep within her core. He smiles, still not offended, still not shocked by any of it. Because maybe he's been seeing it for ages, just like he said. Like one day he sat on a chair, with a clock in hand, and simply waited for the inevitable to come. And she wonders just how much of this invitation was out of genuine innocence, or if maybe this was on the back of his mind all along.

How does a man like this even exists?

"I love you, Allan." She tells him because she feels so overwhelmed by the feeling that she has no other option than to voice it.

Now it's Allan's turn to kiss her. After so many years he still manages to take her breath away and leave her wanting more. He always had that sweet, almost shy kiss, that would suddenly turn into a volcano about to cover her whole body with melting fire. She feels Peter's impressive length rubbing mindlessly against her, and she can tell that he likes the kiss as well. Thinking about it now, the only person more attached to Peter than her, was Allan, and she wonders if maybe they engaged in some kind of teenage experimentation back in the day.

"Are we really doing this?" she asks, still in disbelief. "What if..."

Allan touches his forehead to hers, and she flashes her eyes open again, stares right into his. They are also blue, but brighter than hers, and far more innocent. 

"We're just two men, in love with the same woman." He tells her. "And we get to show you that. Together."

"Together," Peter assures her, trying to calm her down.

And then she realizes that she's floating between the only two people who've ever made her feel something, feel alive. The only two people who ever had her on the edge of her seat, just waiting for their next move. And what a hell of a ride this has been.

"Together." She says, sealing their unspoken contract.

Sarah swallows, eyes focusing on Peter, who has one hand running up and down her arm, and another testing the waters on Allan's skin. Her fiancé tenses up for a moment, not sure how to react to the contact. Sarah leans back and starts kissing him, lost in the sensations flooding her body. Allan's body immediately responds to her, and a moan escapes her lips when she feels his aching length rubbing against the curve of her ass.

"I think we should, hm...go somewhere else..."

"My room?" Peter asks and Allan simply nods in agreement.

Sarah is still attached to Peter's body like a second skin and she starts kissing him again as they make their way into his bedroom. The kiss is vigorous, desperate even, and Sarah is sending all the signals that she's done waiting for this. She was never patient, to begin with.

Peter sits on the bed, settling her on his lap, as she continues to grind against him. This time he meets her movements just as eagerly, desperately wanting to feel the moisture hiding between her legs, dying to slid his fingers inside of her. He slowly runs his hand up her inner thighs towards the juncture in the middle, but she stops him midway.

"No...wait for Allan..."

Peter nods in agreement, and they are just about to kiss again when he spots Allan, leaning against the doorframe, just staring at them. He touches Sarah's face motioning to where her fiancé stands, and she freezes on the spot. He regrets all this. He can't do it. He is going to leave. Her mind is screaming at her on a loop that is just about to give her vertigo. She tries to get out of Peter's lap, but Allan raises a hand, motioning for her to stay where she is.

"I...I just found one."

Sarah stares at him, confused. What is he talking about?

"I looked everywhere. But I only found one condom. "