The first time Clinton slept with Peter and Elizabeth, it was on their anniversary. He was part of Elizabeth's present for Peter.
It... wasn't as awkward as he'd thought it would be.
Part of him suspected that Peter went through with it just as a gift to El and that made him feel strange. He worried for a little that Peter would resent him. He had dinner with them both and they both assured him everything would be fine. Peter had seemed nervous, but he didn't back out. Clinton cornered him in the kitchen before they did anything.
"Look, are you sure about this?"
Peter looked at him for a moment and then sighed.
"Are you? I know you're my subordinate..."
"Peter I wouldn't... if we're doing this, it's because we want to. All of us."
"You're sure?"
"If you are. I don't want to do this if you're not comfortable."
Peter had been putting away the dishes, and at this he turned around and stared at Jones for a long moment. Then he surged forward and claimed his mouth.
"I'm comfortable." He assure when they parted, both panting for breath and half hard. "I just needed to be sure."
Clinton grinned and then his mouth met Peter's in a clashing of teeth and tongues.
There was a noise from the doorway and they broke apart, turning to look.
"Boys, boys, boys. What am I going to do with you both?"
Between them, they'd worn him out, which took some doing. He woke up at 6 and felt incredibly warm and safe at the same time as feeling terribly uncomfortable. He had Peter's arm thrown across him and Elizabeth was curled into his side. He carefully tried to extricate himself, and Peter's eyes blinked slowly open.
"Jones? Stay?"
So he did.
It should have been awkward, and it was a bit. Peter went red and flustered when they woke up properly, but then El was talking and they were having breakfast and everything was fine.
It wasn't something they repeated, although Clinton thought of it fondly when he was in the shower sometimes.
