Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

BwtG1 - The selected

Sam

"We need to talk."

That was all the information I got when Misha called ten minutes ago. But judging by his tone, it was something serious. After opening the door, he stormed in and sat at the kitchen table, resting his head in his hands and uttering a loud sigh.

"Hey, Mish," I replied, blinking twice in surprise and slamming the door before following him.

"It doesn't work anymore."

"What's happening?"

Calmly, I placed a hand on his shoulder and frowned, waiting for him to explain this outburst.

"The three of us, it's... fuck," he whispered with desperation and paced up and down.

That made me crazy, and in a sharp tone, I explained that he should sit down immediately.

"I talked to my wife."

"... and she's against it?"

Gabe interrupted him, folded the newspaper, got up from the couch, and sat at the table.

"No, on the contrary, she's happy for me," Misha replied with a smile, and with question marks in my eyes, I raised my eyebrows because, where the hell was the problem then?

"Jared is the second person next to Ruth, asking me if I'm in love with you."

"..."

"Are you?" I cautiously asked as he looked at me with a deep sigh.

If that was the case, then this was the final act. Of course, we were aware of the risk when we'd agreed to it. And this situation was even more difficult because we had to work more or less together almost every day. While the heartbeat quickened, I hoped that wouldn't be so because that would've changed everything.

"Yes ... no, you know ... no love in how you two have it. I'd call it affection. What we do ... of course, there are feelings. It's not just sex for me ..." he stammered. "I'm attracted to you both! And yes, it's often challenging to keep my fingers on me and pretend that there's no more between us."

The last words were no more than a whisper.

"So we put ourselves in a complicated situation."

With a small laugh, Gabriel got up to make coffee.

"Listen, I just don't wanna be only your fuck-buddy. I'd also like to exchange caresses, talk, and cuddle when I feel like it ... without our colleagues looking weird at us," he said, running his fingers nervously through his hair.

That was a tough chunk that had to be digested first. With my arms crossed over my chest, I let the air slowly escape through my half-open lips.

"There are only two possibilities. The first is unacceptable, at least for me ... and the second is a one-time overcoming."

In turn, I looked at my two men, and Gabriel nodded.

"For me, too, that's more than just sex, Mish. What do you think, how often I hafta pull myself together so as not to eye-fucking you while rolling because I imagine all kinda dirty things," Gabe answered and squeezed Misha's hand briefly.

"Our families come first. Always. That's law, but ..."

"... we don't go public because that's nobody's business," my husband interrupted me.

"But I'm in favor of telling our friends because we all know each other long enough, and I can't imagine anyone who wouldn't accept that," I added, and a small smile crossed Misha's face.