John left a half hour before Randy got back. He had a black eye. He stomped into the bedroom to be greeted with me naked with the covers slightly hiding myself. I smiled sexily at him.

His jaw dropped as his eyebrows rose. I knew he lost the match, but I was still on from John that I needed more.

"Come on big boy. I owe you a night where you can do anything to me." I winked at him as he walked closer to the bed. I got on my knees, the blanket still covering me, and met him half way. I pecked him first then took his face into my hands. He kissed me in that sensual shivering way he always kisses me. He pulled the blanket from my grip as I pulled his shirt up.

"How'd you get home?" He asked between kisses.

"Cab." I pressed closer to him as I worked on his belt buckle. Once I got it off, he laid me down on the bed. I was about to unbutton his jeans when a loud knock came from the door.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Randy growled. He went to answer it.

I sighed, getting up and slipping a shirt and my underwear on. I went to see who he was talking to. When I looked up, I found Dave at the door. Randy was talking to him in a hushed tone.

"Hi Dave, what brings you here?" I asked.

"Just came to apologize to Randy about tonight. I thought I hurt you badly."

"Nah, you didn't. But this is some twisted storyline Vince cooked up." Dave's eyes went right to mine after that statement.

"Yeah, totally warped. Now Dave, if you may?" I signaled for him to leave with my hands.

"Oh yeah, right. Sorry."

"See you Monday." The door closed and Randy and I looked at each other. "So where were we?"

We weren't leaving for Washington until Friday. So, I struck up a deal with John and Randy: If they behaved and acted friendly towards each other during our day at Disneyland California Adventure, then I'd…well I haven't a clue what I'd do yet, but I'm getting there. I asked Randy (and later John down in the lobby) what they would want from me. I got two answers from each.

Randy said he wanted something kinky. Like I dress up as a French maid or something. If that wasn't good enough, he suggested an ice cream "party". It wouldn't be much of a party because it would only be him and me.

John wanted to get Randy drunk so we could kick Rand onto the couch and do something kinky. These guys were starting to bother me with the kinky stuff, but I didn't mind it. I liked it. John's birthday was coming up, so frosting was his choice. He also suggested a threesome. I didn't think he—or Randy for that matter—would want a threesome. You think he'd want two girls, not another guy and a girl. But I suppose he was desperate to sleep with me. That'd be an experience.

I went to confront Randy about the situation. I told him what John wanted and he laughed.

"He thinks he's going to get that? He's got another thing coming."

"If you guys can't think of a common ground, I'll go with just John. I'll leave you here," I threatened. I was actually going to ask Dave if they couldn't compromise, so either way, I still go with someone.

"No you won't."

"Um, yes I will and you can't stop me." I turned to face Randy fully, my eyes burning with a fierce anger.

"Fine, do what you want. But if he touches me in anyway, I will be on his ass like there's no tomorrow."

"Then what do you wish to do?" I inquired with a little smile on my face. I strutted to Randy and took the newspaper from his hand, straddling his waist with my hands on his chest. Randy started to smirk. He took my waist and kissed me.

"I wouldn't mind the frosting because my birthday passed and we just had regular sex. John's birthday is coming up, so yeah, that sounds like a good choice."

And technically, we'd still end up having a threesome. Lovely. Anybody else up to join?

Randy and John faced each other with their eyes squinted and arms crossed. Hatred was palpable in the air and I didn't like it.

"If you guys don't enjoy or even pretend to enjoy yourselves, I won't do anything with you guys. If you start fighting, I'll knee you in the balls and make sure you can never have kids," I started, laying the ground rules. "If you guys can't share, I will leave. So, just be friends for a little—"

They were already fighting. Not arguing, they were hitting each other. I drew myself up to full height and breathed in deeply and sharply.

"GUYS! STOP FUCKING FIGHTING!" I yelled. I wish I had a stick right now. A really big stick.

"He started it," they both said at the same time.

"You guys can't be saved…" I waved them off and walked away. I was very upset, disappointed and all around fucking annoyed. They can't get along for one day. One-fucking-day. Look at that, I'm starting to swear like crazy. I walked into the elevator and pressed the down button. I refused to cry. I should have figured this would happen. Before the doors closed, I saw John and Randy running to catch the elevator. Randy was able to get his arm in before it closed all the way. He and John walked in, pulling me into a tight hug.

"I'm sorry," John said and Randy whispered it.

"You both are idiots you know that. Selfish assholes that refuse to think of others. I'm sick of it. I wish we could just be friends again."

"But keep Randy as your husband," Rand added. John was about to say something but I cut him off.

"Don't bother John, just leave it. And no, Randy, I'd rather not if it would come to this."

I knew I hit below the belt on that one. But, quite frankly, I didn't care. I just wanted my friends back. The elevator doors opened when I stepped out, Randy and John following behind like two injured puppies. Good, they deserved it.

I continued walking as they dragged their feet behind me. I felt eyes burning into my back, but it was an unfamiliar stare. I turned around quick, almost making John and Randy walk into me. Someone was walking around a corner, and I thought it was Dave. I shook my head and continued to Randy's hummer.

Randy and John had two beers once we got there, so they were in a better mood when we went. We were swarmed with people wanting our autographs. Eventually we hit all the big stuff and left because of the fans. It was still late though. We had to stop by the closest grocery store to get some frosting, but we bought other things instead of two guys and a girl buying just frosting. So we walked, John carrying the little basket while I held Randy's hand to appease him. We ended up getting three things of frosting (three different flavors), some strawberries, bananas, and sprinkles. Yes, sprinkles. John wouldn't leave the store without it. While we hurried over to where the ice cream stuff was, my cell phone rang.

"Evee?" Randy was walking up the aisle to where I was. "Are you going to answer that?"

"No." And I left it at that.

"Alright…"

"I got everything, Evee. Let's go back." John was smiling with everything in plastic bags. I laughed as Randy and I followed him out the door. Randy unlocked the doors as I climbed in the back—hoping that John would sit up front with Randy to conspire about tonight—but John pushed me over so he could sit in the back. Randy drove the long way home.

"So, how will we start tonight?" I asked as John's hand caressed my thigh. It sent shivers down my spine.

"How about we undress you and cover you in frosting and lick it off you?"

"No. Ooh, I could undress you guys and put frosting on you before you get me. That way I could—ooh Johnny boy." His hand made its way up my skirt. He kissed my neck a couple of times before biting.

"I say," John whispered into my ear, "I turn you on now and you can do us both."

I couldn't say anything in response because of John. That was his plan anyway; turn me on in the car so he could get a little action before he had to share. His caress was mind-blowing. Randy put the music up for a good song so we could feel the beat throughout our bodies. That'd be great…having music while we licked frosting off each other.

John was making me crazy. I wished he had enough hair to pull so I could kiss him instead of him sucking on my neck. But, why did I wear a V-cut shirt?

His mouth went down to kiss my collarbone and eventually got my chest.

"Hey, could you at least wait until we get to the hotel. I have to drive and I want in," Randy said, watching us in the rearview mirror. "It's fucking hard to watch you two and not take part in anything."

"Speaking of hard…" I sighed as I ran my hand up John's leg to find him ready. I gave a slight squeeze to him when I heard him groan.

"Don't tease, Evee." He kissed me full on the mouth this time, removing his hand from my skirt.