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Wylan thinks he’s less than a minute away from exploding.
That feeling he’s become so familiar with in the weeks since Kuwei Yul-Bo stepped onto the worn, cobbled streets of The Barrel–stained a faded red from where the gangs have left their vicious mark, reeking of sickly sweet drinks, salt, and clams–carrying his bags with a brilliant smile and distinct shimmer in his eye that meant he was staying takes over him again.
Anger. It has to be anger burrowing beneath his skin. It’s red-hot and sharp. It’s flames devouring him inside and out. With every sultry smile, flutter of long, gorgeous eyelashes, soft giggle to full-out wonderful laugh.
Usually aimed at Jesper.
Wylan is definitely less than a minute away from exploding.
Since arriving, Kuwei has been everywhere.
He popped up next to them and easily fell into step between him and Jesper as they made their way across the district beneath an umbrella on their way to the Slat for an afternoon last week. He had pushed his soaked hair sweetly from his eyes, smiled beautifully, and left Wylan’s heart pounding in fury as he joined them on their visit–pressed close, all soft touches and quick jokes–forcing Wylan to hold his tongue and clench his fingers into fists so hard they left crescent moons in their wake.
A few days later, Kuwei had appeared as they were sharing a drink in the corner of the Crow Club–ankles hooked and bodies close, cuddled far too gently against the otherwise chaotic and heady atmosphere, laughing and teasing each other as they unwind after a long day of council meetings.
“I’ll have what they’re having,” he’d giggled as he slid into the chair beside Wylan and winked at Jesper. Completely unabashedly. Wearing this shirt that hung loose enough to show his delicate collarbones. Wylan could do nothing but let his stomach lurch and will his cheeks not to flush in irritation as they all seamlessly came together and Kuwei eased into their evening.
Yesterday, Wylan had stumbled downstairs far too early in the morning in search of Jesper–who had been missing from bed, his absence having willed Wylan awake–desperate for more sleep and soft kisses, only to find him in the lounge, reclined on the sofa. Beside him, Kuwei sat. Wearing a pair of Wylan’s slacks and one of Jesper’s button shirts. He looked… he was so…
“Sorry love,” Jesper had said, standing up to wrap his arms around him. Wylan had melted into it–felt warmth and comfort and love pour over him like he always did around Jesper. “Kuwei came over in the rain, even though he’s supposed to be a genius.”
It was playful and teasing, so beautifully Jesper, and had sent Kuwei into that laugh of his that makes Wylan’s breath halt. In anger. Pure anger. Because there he was flirting with Jesper again. There he was looking at him with unwavering longing that was burying Wylan alive.
“Not sure what you mean,” Kuwei had teased back, leaning in close to them with a smirk. He was annoyingly pretty–his golden eyes twinkled with mischief. The feeling had curdled in Wylan’s stomach again. “It was a stroke of genius to come get free breakfast.”
Always. Always. Always with Jesper again. Only Jesper.
And now the feeling is back, for probably the millionth time. Because there Kuwei is across the table.
Next to someone new.
Jesper doesn’t gamble much anymore, but every so often he gets that itch beneath his skin to toss luck and chance around and hope to catch them. Wylan always goes with him–sits at his side. Tonight, the lights are dim, casting everyone in shadows. One of Jesper’s hands rests on Wylan’s thigh, the other holds his cards.
Wylan isn’t a gambler; he doesn’t do much in these instances besides whisper sarcastic remarks about the other players, jokes, and probably far too obscene promises for when they return home into Jesper’s ear to watch his poker face falter ever so slightly.
But he’s been beyond terrible at that tonight because right before the game had started, a straggler sauntered in asking for a seat. With Kuwei on his arm.
And Wylan can’t fucking focus.
What game is he playing? What could he possibly want by doing this? Surely to make Jesper jealous–and that’s why the sight is making Wylan want to blow something up.
And it’s consuming him. Eating him inside out. Wylan’s stomach is in vicious knots and he just wants it to fucking end.
“Jes?” He leans over. “What would you say if I maybe wanted to invite Kuwei over. Tonight.”
Jesper turns from his hand to look at him. Something flashes across his face–something excited–as he registers the words and the look on Wylan’s face. “What do you mean, Wy?”
Wylan shrugs and smirks, even though he feels like he’s close to passing out. The idea of a night with Kuwei and Jesper–sex with Kuwei and Jesper–is doing something unexplainable to his heart. It’s probably the jealousy and anger he’s been feeling so often lately. Surely. Maybe a bit of relief because maybe this will let everything that’s been brewing beneath the surface for weeks finally be set free and done with. What else could it be?
It’s hot and heavy, palpable in the way his ribs threaten to shatter against his vicious heartbeat. It almost feels like… like…
“I would say,” Jesper continues, hand sliding from atop Wylan’s thigh to between both of them. “That you, Wylan Van Eck, never fail to surprise me in the best ways.”
And Wylan’s stomach swoops. He nods quickly and places a kiss on Jesper’s cheek before standing on shaky legs to walk over to Kuwei. He’s unsure where the apparent nerves are coming from, but Wylan doesn’t think too hard about it. There are other things to focus on tonight.
Kuwei watches him approach with a questioning look, but one dancing with something that looks like hope. His eyes trace Wylan’s movements with something akin to awe. He must really want this night with Jesper, however he can get him Wylan’s mind bitterly spits at him.
But Wylan is determined. He wants this. He wants Ku– for them all to move on.
When he reaches Kuwei’s side, Wylan dips down to whisper against his jaw. “Come home with us? After the game? Unless you have,” his eyes dart to Kuwei’s companion, disdain sharp on his tongue, “other plans.”
Kuwei giggles–that stupidly wonderful giggle–and takes Wylan’s hand. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Without another word he stands–leaving his date entirely baffled, but Kuwei couldn’t seem to care less–and walks Wylan towards the door. Jesper rushes after them, leaving his cards and the table behind, and loops his arms around their hips as they greet the chilled evening air.
They get back to the estate at probably an alarming rate–tripping over uneven paths and running into walls as they make their way to the bedroom. Wylan is a mess of flushed cheeks and dazed lust swimming in his vision. Every touch feels like a fire, marking him irreversibly.
When their bed is finally in view, Wylan pushes Jesper to sit on the edge before dropping to kneel at his left knee. He assumes this is how it’ll be–him and Kuwei fighting for Jesper’s attention, his touch, his love.
But Wylan feels hands on his waist.
Kuwei guides him up and to Jesper’s lap before settling in behind him and starts layering kisses around his neck. They’re soft and searching–Wylan would call them adoring–and all for Wylan. His hands run up and down his sides while Jesper’s run up and down his thighs and Wylan can’t breathe because oh. Oh.
This… this is amazing. They could go no further than this and Wylan would be beyond content–he would be happy. They could collapse onto the mattress and bury themselves beneath the duvet to talk about anything and everything and Wylan would burst from pure warmth and… and love.
This whole time, Wylan had been jealous. That feeling devouring him inside out was jealousy, not because Kuwei wanted Jesper, but because he thought Kuwei only wanted Jesper. He’d been restraining smiles at Kuwei’s quick banter, hiding blushes at his touch and flirting that he’d thought was directed at Jesper only because it hurt. But maybe…
Wylan jerks, sending Kuwei and Jesper back the littlest bit.
“Love? Are you-”
“I thought you were in love with Jesper.” Wylan blurts it out before he can think too hard.
“I mean,” Kuwei starts. “I am-”
“Only Jesper.”
Confusion dances over their faces, so Wylan continues. “I’ve been… rude. Closed off. Because I thought you only wanted Jesper. Not me.”
The last part is merely a whisper. A near silent confession.
“I thought,” Kuwei says, “I thought I was being so obvious. I was chasing after both of you like a madman.”
“You were.” Jesper laughs, moving his hand to hold Kuwei’s at Wylan’s hip. “Wy, I thought you knew.”
Wylan smacks his shoulder lightly, rolling his eyes at how ridiculous it all is, but he’s laughing too—leaning back into Kuwei. “Be quiet. It’s not like you ever mentioned anything about it.
“I’m wounded.” Jesper is still laughing, mouth parted in a wide grin and eyes dancing with mirth. “What was I supposed to say? Hello Wylan, darling, I know you might hate Kuwei but I would quite like if we invited him into our relationship?”
“That sounds perfect to me,” Kuwei giggles into Wylan’s temple. “Maybe it would’ve knocked some sense into him sooner.”
“I can still throw you in the canal you know.” Wylan snips back, but he leans into the touch with a smile. “Do you still?”
Jesper hums questioningly, having moved close again to press his lips along his collarbone. “Still what, love?”
“Want to throw Kuwei in the canal, obviously.”
Jesper snorts against his skin. “While that sounds exciting, don’t get me wrong, I think staying right here would be much better.” And at that, his hands slip under Wylan’s shirt–broad and warm and wonderful as they sweep against his bare skin.
“I second that,” Kuwei adds. Wylan turns to look at him and feels his heart leap–actually leap–at the soft lust and adoration evident in his fluttering eyelashes and gentle smile. Wylan is helpless to do anything but tip his head up and lean in until their lips meet.
It’s innocent and sweet at first–a swarm of angelic butterflies gliding around the room–but is quick to shift. Jesper rolls his hips up, drawing a breathy gasp out of Wylan, and Kuwei takes the opportunity to draw Wylan’s lower lip between his teeth for a moment. A shiver wracks its way down Wylan’s spine, and he arches wantonly into Jesper’s touch while he reaches his hand to weave with Kuwei’s.
It’s… it’s a lot. In the best possible way. Emotions and feelings are flooding him, and Wylan will gladly drown.
When he parts from Kuwei to gasp for air, Wylan wastes no time in turning towards Jesper and cupping his head in his hands. He draws him up from where he’d been leaving blooming, purple marks along his neck to crash their lips together.
Wylan feels his shirt being pushed carefully up to bunch around his shoulders, and Kuwei tracing his back with his kisses. Wylan whimpers at the sensation, and it’s automatically devoured by Jesper who has worked one hand free to run through Kuwei’s hair. Kuwei moans against his side and Wylan bucks forward–desperate for friction on his rapidly hardening dick.
At that, Jesper grabs Wylan’s thighs firmly and lifts him up to swing around and settle him on his back atop their bed. Wylan watches dazedly as Jesper and Kuwei slip out of their clothes and move to either side of him.
“You’re perfect love,” Jesper breathes against his shoulder. “Isn’t he?”
“Absolutely,” Kuwei whispers–awed–as he slowly undoes Wylan’s slacks and moves them down his legs. He moans as his cock springs free–hot, heavy, and leaking.
“You deserve everything. Both of you. But let us take care of you tonight Wy.” Jesper moves slowly, turning until he’s settled between Wylan’s legs. Wylan sighs dreamily as he locks his legs around Jesper’s hips—pulling him close, close, closer.
Wylan nods, hair mussed and skin so flushed he may as well be on fire.
“What d’you want?” Kuwei mumbles as he mouths at one of Wylan’s nipples. “I’m assuming not to throw me into the canal?”
Too far gone to even think about replying smartly back–which he really would have–Wylan can only manage one word. “Everything.”
Jesper leans to press a kiss against his thigh, barely even a touch but enough to make Wylan sharply inhale. “ ‘Course love.” He nimbly opens the container of oil he hadn’t even registered was there, but merely seeing it now leaves him rambling. “Yes, Jes. Baby, please.”
Jesper groans–sharp and longing–before leaning down to kiss up and down Wylan’s thighs again, breathing over his entrance before kissing there as well, then pushing his slicked finger in slowly.
Wylan frantically grabs for Kuwei and draws him into another kiss–well more so simply sharing breath than kissing, hands tracing every curve and divet of each other’s bodies as Kuwei moves to sit on Wylan’s chest.
“Let me.” Wylan says simply, trying to pull Kuwei up by his thighs. He needs to taste him; needs to make him feel good. But Kuwei giggles and pulls back.
“Sorry baby, another time.” He leans down to nip at Wylan’s neck. He hopes Kuwei leaves bruises too–that they blend with Jesper’s to make a masterpiece. “Tonight’s about you. Proving how much we want you.”
And Jesper slips in another finger, crooking them to brush against Wylan’s prostate. He gasps and arches off the bed–red-hot pleasure shooting through him, sending his heart careening. But Kuwei pushes his hips down and stands up on his knees to turn around. He settles with his–frankly, unfairly gorgeous–ass facing Wylan, then ducks his head down to bring Wylan’s dick between his lips.
“He’s right, love,” Jesper casually says as he slips another finger in, scissoring them languidly like Wylan isn’t losing his fucking mind. “God, you’re gorgeous, both of you. Holy shit.”
Kuwei hums–bobbing up and down, running his tongue along Wylan’s tip–and Wylan whimpers again. He needs Jesper to fuck him now or he’ll absolutely lose it. “Jes.”
Jesper swears under his breath and whimpers right back. “I’ve got you, Wy.”
He pulls his fingers out carefully, slicks his cock, and slides into Wylan–bottoming out in one smooth motion. Wylan tosses his head back, vision fuzzy, mind a mess of pleasure as Jesper rocks in and out of him and Kuwei swallows so far he chokes but keeps fucking going.
Distantly, he can hear praise pouring from Jesper’s lips but Wylan can’t even think properly. He fumbles for Jesper’s hand, which he easily obliges, and brings them up to stroke Kuwei’s dick where it sits neglected on Wylan’s stomach.
Kuwei moans and rocks forward, Jesper hikes up one of Wylan’s thighs over his shoulder and hits his prostate as he fucks in, and Wylan is coming.
He might have passed out–it’s entirely possible–but he feels Jesper spill into him and Kuwei into their joint hands and Wylan is gone.
He sleepily watches as Jesper cleans them all up, before pulling them all under the covers.
“You were a marvel. Absolutely amazing, both of you. I’m so lucky.” Jesper kisses Wylan and Kuwei on the cheek.
“You definitely are,” Kuwei whispers back with a giggle, and that’s all Wylan hears before sleep claims him–smile on his lips, heart entirely full.
Wylan wakes when the sun slips through the curtains to bathe them in soft light. It’s warm and sweet—the definition of ethereal in every way.
Jesper lays with his chest pressed flush against Wylan’s back, completely encompassing him oh so perfectly in his arms. His breath dances over his neck—gentle and familiar and wonderful—as his hand traces lazy circles into Wylan’s bare hip. It’s infinitely loving. Adoring.
Kuwei’s head is pillowed on Wylan’s own chest, hair fanning out in beautiful dark waves. Wylan runs his hands carefully through them and feels the breathy sigh of content against his skin more than he hears it. Kuwei’s eyelashes kiss his flushed cheeks so delicately—angelically.
When he looks down, he sees Kuwei’s fingers intertwined with Jesper’s at his side, weaving them all together.
And Wylan is melting.
It’s everything he’s ever wanted; everything he was raised to believe he could never deserve. It’s endless comfort and happiness. It’s something that will last forever.
“I think I could go for some breakfast,” Jesper mutters, voice lazy.
“I second that.” Kuwei stretches. He looks perfect—waking up next to him and Jesper, in their bed. “First date?”
Wylan scoffs and pinches at Kuwei’s side. “As if. We’ll take you on a proper one later.”