It Could Be Weird (But I Think I'm Into It)

“Okay, so, lemme get this straight: you wanna try and date Colton?"

"Yup."

"You and me and him?"

"Uh huh."

"At the same time?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Like, us three, together?"

"That’s exactly what I mean, Y/N."

You blinked up at your boyfriend, Kevin, in surprise. Sure, you guys’d joked about which players you both found hot – you were comfortable in your relationship and where you stood with one another. It wasn’t often you both thought the same dudes attractive; you went for them big bois (obviously), and he tended to go for more of the twinky, authoritative type (Brady Skjei & Tyler Seguin were two you both definitely agreed upon).

So yeah, threesomes weren’t out of the question. But bringing in a third? Especially a dude from another team? It seemed like it could go wrong in so many ways. But you trusted Colton, had known him since your Washington U days, when you’d met him through your roommate’s boyfriend. Frat parties didn’t seem like his scene, especially since he was 25 and a NHL star. But he was extremely fun, and also very much a gentleman when you first met him. You both became very good and fast friends as time went on.

But then you went to NYU for grad school, and there you met Kevin at a bar after an extremely well-played game. You hadn’t been able to catch it because of work, but you got constant updates on your phone and were happy with the results. 7-3 against Shittsburgh, aka sweet victory. After you got out, you and a few friends decided to head to a pretty popular bar on downtown Manhattan. It was a Saturday, which meant everything was crazy in the best way. As soon as your party got into the bar, you heard the rowdy group of Rangers celebrating their beautiful win. Not being one to care too much about “celebrities,” seeing as you lived in New York, you simply sat at a table and ordered drinks, enjoying your own night.

You and your friends were also pretty loud, as was the entire bar; you laughed about one of the girl’s failed tinder date with a dude who didn’t know the difference between a vagina and a urethra. As you all cringed at her story, your waiter approached, baring a tray filled with jello shots. When asked who ordered them, the man simply nodded towards the roped-off area where the hockey players sat. Turning to look in that direction, you made direct eye contact with the man who would eventually become yours. He smiled shyly at you, and the rest is history.

Two years later, you were going strong. You weren’t the type of couple that others thought were gross or annoying. You chirped eachother with vigor, you slapped his ass in public in front of the guys, had no problem with farting in front of each other since you first started dating. The butterflies never went away, and the sex was never boring. You both trusted one another when he was gone on roadies. Your families loved the other. Kevin was your best friend, your person.

So it was pretty shocking when he’d suggested you both date Colton fucking Parayko. He knew how close you two were, still keeping in contact over the years. Every time the Blues were in town to play the Rangers or the Islanders, you two went out and it was like no time at all had passed. Despite being on opposing teams, Kevin and Colton got along extremely well. They exchanged embarrassing stories about you; Colton teling Kevin all about you in undergrad, and Kevin telling Colton about the shenanigans you got into with the other guys. Neither of them felt threatened by the other, as they both cared deeply for you.

It may also have been obvious from how they had made out with each other one night during the summer, when Colton came to New York for a little while to spend time with you both. You had gotten a bit drunk, enjoying the cool evening air after a sweltering day. The three of you sat around the fire pit in yours and Kevin’s backyard, drinking wine coolers. Somehow, you’d started talking about past hookups, and Colton let it slip that he’d gotten pretty aquainted with some frat bros from Washington U.

You weren’t shocked, as you knew he was bi. But Kevin had looked intrigued, the look in his eyes one you were familiar with. But instead of being bothered, you found it hot. “Kevin’s mentioned he’s only been with one guy before.” You said nonchalantly, taking a swig from your drink. Colton had quirked an eyebrow, knowing what you were insinuating. Kevin was blushing, but his eyes merely looked to you for confirmation. You nodded, biting your lip. Then Colton stood up, made his way over to Kevin, and laid one on him. The night continued with the three of you sharing a bed, which then continued for the rest of Colton’s stay.

That was in July, and though the three of you hadn’t let it change your relationship with one another, you could tell something had shifted as the new season came around. You should have seen it coming, but you didn’t expect Kevin to want to be in a serious relationship with the other dude. Yet there you were, sitting at your kitchen island discussing this. When would you guys bring it up to him? How would you do it? What if he said no? How would it work? What would you tell your families?
The Rangers and the Blues wouldn’t play each other until December, but there were still chances for the two of you to get out to Missouri. You both wanted to be there when asking Colton, discussing with him everything you both had come to realize; your feelings for and attraction towards him, and all the details. You were definitely not opposed to the idea, despite you knowing it would be difficult as hell. But fuck if you weren’t willing to try.
December came around; the past three or so months had been filled with hockey for Kevin, dissertations and theses for you, and talking to Colton as much as humanly possible for the both of you. The other man didn’t seem to mind it, honestly, despite his joking about the team chirping him for the amount of times they caught him smiling down at his phone when he was texting one of you, or when he called after morning skate. He seemed happy though, and you and Kev often wondered if it could work out.

The time came the weekend before the boys played against each other; Colton had decided to fly in before the rest of the Blues, leading him to be obnoxiously chirped. Still, he didn’t care. He came to your house after his short flight, hugging the two of you tightly. He wasn’t tired, as the time difference was only an hour. This made it easier for you and Kev to ask Colton to talk after he got settled. He didn’t seem worried on the outside, but when your boyfriend blatantly asked him if he was interested in dating the two of you (always subtle that boy), Colton started to look panicked.

"Is this a joke?"

"No, Colts, I’m deadass. We both really like you and wanna see if it could work. That is, if you do, too?” Kevin bit his lip, not hiding his nerves. Colton blinked up at him from his seat on the couch. Then, he looked to you where you sat next to him, trying to look neutral so as not to make him feel pressured. But you didn’t need to worry, because he quickly leaned in and kisses you, his hands coming to cup your face.

"I never thought I’d get to have this." His whole face was lit up with a smile, and he let out a loud laugh as Kevin jumps on the two of you, kissing anywhere he could reach.

"THIS IS GONNA BE FUCKIN AWESOME!"