Apr 4 2017

"I am worried about next week," I murmur tracing the clocks on Baron's arm.

"Why," he grunts staring at the ceiling as he adjusts away from me on the bed.

"The whole Superstar Shakeup, it's scary for us."

"I'm not worried about it. Why are you?"

"Aren't you afraid they will break us up? That we're going to put on different shows and never fucking see each other anymore?"

He shrugs.

This has been our relationship for the past six weeks. Me talking at the younger of my two boyfriends and him giving a minimal response. The distance settling between us growing with each passing day. Though never an overly affectionate person to begin with, Baron's levels of affection seemed to drop off completely. Pulling away every time I try to wrap him in a hug, kiss him, or even touch him period. I had brushed it off as he was focused on Wrestlemania but the event had come and gone without a hint of him returning to his previous self.

"Baron," I sigh sitting up.

"What," he growls.

My eyes sweep down him taking in his stiff body and face. "You seriously don't care, do you?"

"I didn't say I didn't care. Just that I'm not afraid."

"Do you have some information that I don't?"

"Just stop talking, alright?"

"Fine. I think I'll head over to the Performance Center before the show. I'll see you around."

"Are you okay," Konnor asks popping one earbud out of my ear.

"Fine," I grunt popping the ear bud back in.

It is immediately pulled out again. "Don't lie to me."

"So now I'm a fucking liar?"

"I know you," he snaps softly. "I can see something is bothering you."

"It's Baron, okay? Can I go back to my work out?"

"No," he sighs pulling me behind himself as he makes his way through the halls. Finding an empty room, he guides me in before leaning against the closed door. "What's going on?"

"I don't know."

"Lilly…"

"I literally don't know. I don't know what I did and he won't talk to me."

"What makes you think you did something?"

"He just started distancing himself all of a sudden," I sniff. "It was fine at first. We were all concentrating on WrestleMania. Intimacies fall to the wayside but his never returned."

"It's only been a couple days," he sighs.

"You kissed me that night. Right after your match. It didn't matter that you lost."

"We are two different people," he murmurs.

"I can't even touch him," I growl blinking away tears. "He pulls away every time. I can't talk to him. It's like I'm not even good enough for him anymore."

"Lilly, come here," he sighs reaching for me.

I bury my face in his chest.

"I can't talk for him but I, personally, believe you are more than enough."

"Okay," I mutter.

"Hey," he sighs, finger under my chin gently forcing my head up to face him. "You will always be enough for me. I love you. I will always love you," he smiles softly placing my hand over his heart."

"I love you too, Konner."

"I know. For some reason I'll never understand, you love him too."

"He makes me feel wild. And there used to be a time where he made me feel loved. You both did. You still do."

"Glad to hear it," he murmurs, his lips covering mine in a soft kiss. "Get showered. We need to be at the arena soon."

"Wanna join me?"

"Love to," he chuckles. "But not here."

"You're no fun," I pout.

Nipping my bottom lip gently. "Go. We'll have plenty of time for that later. We have a half hour now."

"You okay," Viktor asks. "You look exhausted."

"I am exhausted," I shrug. "Just didn't sleep well last night."

I had sat up until the early morning hours thinking about the current status of my love life. By the time I made my way to the bedroom both men were passed out on their separate sides of the king-sized bed. I had stared at the space between them longingly for several moments. I wanted so badly to be there wrapped in both men's arms like any other night from months past. Now if I would crawl into bed, one man would shift closer, the other would shift away to the point of almost falling off. The thought brings back all the knots in my stomach from my previous contemplation. Instead I slept a few restless hours in the guest room before setting out to travel alone for the day, leaving a note for the boys stating I needed some time alone. I hadn't seen either one since arriving at the arena.

"Konner kept you up all night," he chuckles.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," he smiles. "I notice you two seem to share a room every night for the past two or three months. He always seems occupied when I try to make plans."

"So?"

"I assumed you were fucking him."

"Don't assume anything about my love life," I glare.

"Sorry," he holds up his hands. "Thought it was a known secret."

"You don't know the half of what's going on. I'll see you out there for your match."

"Hey Lilly," Konnor smiles.

"Hey," I attempt to return the smile. "You need to tell your tag team partner to stay out of our personal business."

"Are you at least feeling better," he asks squeezing my shoulder.

"I don't know. I slept like crap. That guest bed is very uncomfortable. Or maybe I just have to get use to sleeping alone again."

His face tightens. "We need to talk later."

"Fine. Love you."

"Love you," he smiles softly. "I'll take care of Vik."

I'm the last to leave the arena.

Procrastination is not going to stop our talk. Konnor text reads.

Just moving slow tonight. I send back.

Our room now. Baron texts next. The only communication from the man since I left him in bed.

Not doing your alpha shit tonight. Leaving the arena. Will be there when I get there.

Silence envelops me as I make the drive to the hotel, I sit staring at the bar attached before deciding the bed is more inviting. I exit the elevator with my head down walking directly into a solid chest.

"Baron," I sigh.

He takes my bag wordlessly turning to stroll down the hall. I trail behind him slowly studying the man. His long dark hair usually pulled into a low bun until bed is down and disheveled. His back is stiff as he quickly makes his way down the hall on long legs. He turns at our door to watch me approach, his dark eyes unreadable.

"This is it. He's finally done."

He holds the door open for me tossing my bag in the closet. I find Konnor seated in the room's only chair in just a pair of basketball shorts.

"Sit," Baron states.

"Don't…"

"Please sit," he corrects.

My eyes meet Konnor's momentarily as I toe off my heels. Seating myself in the center of the bed, legs tucked under me as I stare at Baron expectantly.

Baron paces the length of the room, his hands running through his hair.

"Baron," Konnor finally states after watching the other man pace silently.

Baron's hands leave his hair to smooth down his shirt. "I don't know how to do this," he states in a small voice I've never heard from the man. "Teach me."

"Talk to her first."

"Tiger," Baron sighs dropping to the side of the bed. Licking his lips nervously, "I'm so sorry."

I raise my eyebrows at him but say nothing.

"I started pulling away."

"Tell her something she doesn't know," Konnor chuckles softly.

Baron glares at the other man before turning back to me. "It wasn't you…"

"If you say it's not me, it's you, I will puke," I state.

"It's not you," he snaps. "I am jealous."

"Of?"

"Him," he points.

"This whole sharing thing was your idea."

"It's not the sharing. He makes you happy and that makes me happier than I ever thought possible."

"You make me happy too," I whisper. "Or you did until I suddenly couldn't talk or touch you."

"Because he gets you. He gets you in public. He gets to kiss you in public. He's the one who gets to hold your hand walking down the street. Even you admitted that the only proof I have that you're mine is my bite marks. Then I saw him kissing you backstage and I was so jealous. So I just started pulling away."

"Because that's how you wanted it. He gets to do all that stuff because that's what he wants to do. He's always been outwardly affectionate with me. He's always held my hand while we walked. You have never been that way with me. The only time you've held my hand is when you've pinned it above my head and while we fall asleep. You kissed me sparsely to begin with."

"That doesn't change the fact that he gets you in public."

"You want me in public? Then do something about it."

"Everyone thinks…"

"I don't give a damn about what everyone thinks. This is our relationship. Not theirs. You want to fucking hold my hand then hold my hand. You want to kiss me, please kiss me. Just don't give me the silent treatment."

"Never again," he whispers capturing my lips. "I've missed you."

"Good," I smile as he pulls me to his chest. "I thought I was losing you."

"Ditto."

The bed dips behind me moments before Konnor's lips presses into my shoulder.

"Are you happy, Beautiful," he breathes.

"Yes," I sigh as Baron's lips slides to my pulse point.

"Then I'm happy," he smiles down at me. "You two just need to learn to communicate with each other."

"Yes, Lover."

"If the idiot needs a reminder of that fact let me know."

Baron growls in response swatting at the other man. Konnor easily catches his hand bringing it to my face. Baron's thumb strokes across my cheek pulling a sigh from me.

"You know how to touch her, Baron," Konnor mumbles. "You just have to calm down the roughness."

"I don't know how to do this," Baron's voice replays in my head. "Teach me."

"Baron, did you ask Konnor to teach you how to be gentle with me?"

The man hesitates in his movements before nodding.

"Why?"

"You deserve to be loved better than I know how to," he mumbles against my skin.

"Baron," I whisper pulling his face back to mine, meeting his dark eyes squarely. "When you're present with me, you love me perfectly."

"No, I don't. You deserve so much more."

"What did you have in mind, Pup?"

He shrugs.

"Then by all means," I smile leaning back against Konnor's chest. "Teach him, Love Professor."

Wrapping an arm around my waist Konnor pulls me completely flush against his body, "You normally just sorta attack her, right?"

Baron shrugs, his fingers trail over my collarbone. "How can you wait to taste this sweetness?"

"Do you really ever taste her? Or do you just smash your mouth against her," Konnor questions bringing his lips to my jaw trailing kisses. "Do you ever take the time to savor the taste of her skin? The taste of her lips?"

Slowly Baron leans forward to press a tender kiss against my lips before pulling back slowly. I feel him run his tongue along his lips before leaning forward again, his lips and tongue trailing slowly downwards. "He's right," he whispers against my throat. "I've never really tasted you before."

"What do I taste like?"

"Sweet as sugar," Baron whispers.

"Addictive as heroin," Konnor adds.

"Damn right," Baron growls.

My head swims from the combined sensations of their mouths on me. My arm coming back to wrap around Konnor's neck as I trail a hand down Baron's chest. Baron's hands slide up my ribs as Konnor's slide down to grip my hips gently. "Not everything you do to her has to leave a mark. You have her. You don't have to prove that she's yours."

"I'm both of yours. Everything you do marks me," I sigh as Baron's skillful fingers unhook my bra. "Whether they are visible or not."

I shiver as Konnor's hands slide up pulling my shirt and bra from me and Baron is immediately on my chest. His rough hands cupping my breast as he buries his face in my cleavage, his mouth moving from one breast then the other.

"You know what one thing I've wondered for the past four months," he mumbles against my skin as he drags his mouth southward.

"Hmmm," I hum leaning back against Konnor's shoulder.

"Are you this sweet everywhere?"

"You know I am."

"No, I don't," he smiles rubbing his nose along the strip of skin above my waistband as he shakes his head. "Konnor is selfish when it comes to the cunnilingus."

I glance up at Konnor who shrugs. "Wanted to see how long it would take him to take matters into his own hands…or mouth."

"It's kinda hard when there is big head in the way constantly."

"There's nothing in your way now," I whisper that quickly turns to gasp as Baron rips the skirt down my legs literally. The small slit tearing along the seam until it slides off into one of his hands.

"Easy Wolf Boy," Konnor growls.

"I liked that skirt."

"I'll buy you a new one," he smirks taking my legs out from under me.

Konnor tightens his arm around me lowering to the bed softly. "Slow down Baron."

Baron's eyes come up to glare at the older man.

"You wanted this. You wanted to make this about her and her needs, not yours," Konnor states calmly but firmly as he moves to my side to recline.

"Right," Baron huffs, his dark eyes falling to me. "Sorry Tiger. What do you need, Babe?"

"I believe you were about here," I smile moving his hands to the lace top of my thong. "Just try to keep it in one piece."

He drags the article slowly down my legs, pulling them up and flush with his chest as he removes the material completely. "How did I get so lucky to land you?" The sensation of his mouth slowly working its way up my leg from my ankle erases any response I may have made. My anticipation grows with every kiss past my knee, my breathing already ragged by the time he reaches the apex of my thigh. I can't hold in the groan as moves to my opposite leg moving downward again.

"He's right," Konnor whispers, bringing my hand to his lips. "We are two lucky bastards." His lips move up my arm in time with Baron's on my leg. I moan as Baron's tongue parts my slit and Konnor's lips simultaneously wrap around my nipple.

"You fucking planned that," I pant.

"Would we do that," Konnor questions, his fingers tweaking one nipple as his lips return to the other.

I nod as Baron's tongue sets to work.

"You really are a selfish prick, Konnor," Baron moans into me, his tongue circling my clit. "Keeping this to yourself all this time."

Konnor ignores the other man keeping his full attention on my nipples.

"Fuck," I groan as Baron slides one finger inside me pumping in time with his tongue before slowly adding a second finger. "More."

"More?"

"Don't play games with me, Pup."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Tiger," he grins up at me. "A little help, Konnor." His free hand wraps around one thigh as Konnor's slides down my body to grip the other holding me open. Baron dives back into my folds, fingers pumping at a blistering pace. Konnor's teeth graze my peak lightly sending a shock of want to the growing ball in my belly. A chant of both their names spill from me as my hands slide down to cover each of theirs as my orgasm washes over me.

"I could get use to that," Baron grins.

"Don't get comfortable down there, Wolf."

"Don't start," I grin contently. "I'm more than willing to let you share."

"What do you want now, Beautiful?"

"You." Glancing down at Baron. "Both of you."

"You have us," Baron whispers lowly.

"I want both of you together."

"You mean…"

"Yeah," I smile biting my lip. "You two okay with that?"

"Of course, Lilly."

"I think we're a little under equipped for something like that," Baron murmurs.

"You two are more than equipped for that," I grin.

"That is not what I'm talking about and you know it.

"I may have been thinking about this for a while now," I state shyly. "I bought a bottle of lube a couple weeks ago."

"Really," he grins.

"Inside pocket of my bag," I state as he slides away from me.

Rolling towards Konnor, I throw my leg over his hip. "You sure you're okay with this?"

"Absolutely, Beautiful," he smiles rolling me on top of himself.

"I love you," I breathe.

"I know," he smirks dragging me down against his chest. "I love you."

"Then get those shorts off."

"Yes ma'am."

He shimmies his shorts off beneath me and his erection immediately springs up against me.

"Naughty boy. No underwear?"

"Was just waiting on you, Beautiful."

His hands slide down to grip my hips gently as he slides into me.

"Starting without me," Baron rumbles as a cold liquid coats my crack.

"Uh huh," I grunt as Konnor slams up into me. "Time to catch up, Pup."

"Lean forward, Baby," he states guiding me down towards Konnor's chest.

"I like that," I smile over my shoulder as Konnor continues to slide my hips against his own, my hands braced on Konnor's shoulders. "You should call me Baby more."

"I'll remember that. Now relax."

A finger slides into my ass pulling a low groan from me, my muscles clenching. "More."

"That's my girl," he coos, his lips ghosts down my spine as a second finger slides into me.

"I think she likes it in the ass," Konnor smiles up at us as I rock against both men.

I nod, surprised by the fact myself.

"Just wait until it's my cock," Baron growls against my ear.

"Show me," I smirk before capturing his lips.

His lips leave mine and I turn my attention to Konnor.

"You ready for this," he murmurs against my lips as his hips stall, holding himself deep inside of me.

"Yes," I breathe as I feel Baron's crown pressing against my puckered hole.

"We're going to have to work together, Wolfie."

"Not going to be a problem, Big Man," Baron groans inching his way inside of me, his hands griping me above Konnor's. The feeling of both men filling me causing my breath to hitch.

"Please," I whimper lowly as Baron pauses fully sheathed.

"No need to beg," they state together.

"We got you," Baron states.

"How does that feel, Beautiful," Konnor questions as they begin to move in sync.

"So fucking good," I pant. "More."

"Faster," Konnor states to the other man.

"And harder," Baron agrees.

I feel like a ragdoll between the two large men, the only thing keeping me centered is the four hands at my hips and my nails digging into Konnor's trapezius muscles.

"Fuck," Konnor chants as his thrust start to become more and more sloppy. My own orgasm winding tightly inside. "Lilly," he growls pulling out and spraying across my stomach.

Baron's hand slides from my hip to circle my clit with his thumb and everything clenches as I come undone groaning both their names.

Tiger," Baron follows across my ass. His weight coming down to press me into Konnor as he nuzzles into my neck. "Fuck I love you."

"I love you too, Baron. Don't ever forget that."

"I won't. I'm sorry."

"Let's get cleaned up. I'm thinking we need to take advantage of that huge shower stall in there," I grin.

"I love the way you think," Konnor returns the grin.