Chapter 9: Tina

Tina could tell something had gone wrong by the way Mike stormed up to her in the lunch line. She touched him lightly, not knowing yet whether Mike was the kind of guy who wanted someone to throw their arms around him or to leave him alone when he was mad. "Hey."

He was scowling, huffing through his nose. "I can't believe some people."

"Yep," she agreed. "That's pretty much life, right there."

"Just, why do they have to be so stupid? And judgmental, and mean, and..." He zeroed in on Artie across the room, watching him talk to Puck. "The three of us need to go out together. Tonight." He glanced back at Tina. "Are you busy?"

"Uh," she said, thinking fast, "well, it's a school night, so I couldn't be out too late, but... if I did my homework right after school, I think my parents might let me go."

"Great." Mike kissed her cheek, like a punctuation mark. Then he strode determinedly across the lunchroom toward Artie and slide into a seat across from him. He seemed completely focused on what he was doing, not self-conscious at all of the way Artie's hand reached over to grasp his. Artie smiled, nodding, and Mike smiled back, before leaning over to kiss Artie's cheek just the way he had Tina's. It made her smile even more.

When Tina joined them at the table, carrying her tray, Artie reached over and stole his usual tater tot with an anticipatory grin. "You already asked her, right?"

"Of course," said Mike. "Now we need a plan. Dinner and ice cream?"

"Board games at my house?" Artie countered.

Tina smiled at both her boyfriends. "Mike, you have a license. I say we borrow Artie's van and go park it somewhere."

Artie's smile froze on his face, like someone had thrown a slushie on him. "Uh..."

"And... look up at the stars?" Mike ventured tentatively.

"I was thinking more like take off as many clothes as we can get away with."

Puck clapped slowly. "You are a woman with a plan I can get behind."

Tina was shocked for a moment by Puck's response; in the midst of the conversation with Artie and Mike, she'd forgotten there were other people at the end of the table. "Thanks. Not that it's any of your business, but... thanks."

"Well, actually. Speaking from experience, cart-walkers don't like when you fuck someone in the middle of a parking lot. So I recommend against Kroger."

Artie chuckled. "Good advice. I'm sure we can find a back lane or something. Since we're apparently not stargazing, or otherwise enjoying the outdoors..."

"Hey, there is zero need for having public sex, unless you get off on that. You guys can just go to my dad's old place." Puck made an expansive throwaway gesture, like his dad somehow owned the northern third of Ohio. "There's nobody there. Trust me, it's romantic as all fuck. Me and Kurt, we lost our mutual virginity there, and it was awesome."

"Your romanticism astounds me. And what about Finn? Don't tell me you were able to convince him to have semi-public outdoor sex."

"Yep. On every picnic table in Lima." Puck flashed a wicked grin as Mike paled. "Park there or don't. Whatever. I'm just trying to help."

"It sounds perfect," Tina broke in. "Text me directions." She smiled at Mike and Artie with satisfaction. "Now we just need wheels."

Artie's mom took some convincing, but when Mike sat down with her and earnestly described his spotless driving record, as well as the time last summer when he drove his family's car for a hundred and thirty miles on their summer trip to the Grand Tetons, she finally nodded and handed him the keys.

"I promise, not a scratch," Mike told her for the thirty-seventh time. "Back by eleven. Thank you, Ms. Abrams."

Tina would have accused anyone else of laying it on a little thick, but she knew that was actually the way Mike had been conditioned to behave around adults. And even though she was sure Ms. Abrams could tell Mike was fawning a little, she also knew that grown-ups ate that stuff up when it was directed at them by trustworthy, upstanding kids.

As soon as Mike rounded the corner and was alone with her in the hallway, she grabbed him for a seriously raunchy kiss. It made him squeak a little, then lose most of his muscle tone, and finally kiss her back with just as much enthusiasm.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Tina told him breathlessly.

Mike laughed, looking overwhelmed. "Yeah?"

She rolled her eyes, grabbing his hand and tugging him into Artie's room, where they found him changing his shirt. "Artie," she announced, "Mike doesn't know how amazing he is."

"Oh, yeah," Artie nodded, "I could have told you that."

Mike sat on the edge of Artie's bed, looking more pink than taupe. "I don't really know how to react to that."

Artie wheeled around so he was in front of Mike, reaching out to touch his knee. He didn't exactly have abs like Mike, or biceps like Puck, but Tina thought he looked pretty hot without his shirt on. "Mike's one of those guys who feels really ordinary, even though he can do a zillion things that other people can't, and he's really good at lots of them. He's convinced he's never going to make his parents happy, and so he's certain he's failed at being a good kid - even though the object of being a kid isn't actually to make your parents happy."

Now Mike looked confused, and a little anxious. "You don't think so?"

"Nope," Artie said. "You get to grow up and move out and make your own decisions eventually, and all the ones your parents don't agree with, they won't have any way to tell you differently."

Mike shook his head. "Not in the Asian community. I'm pretty sure my mom's mom will still be telling her what to do when she's dead."

It was kind of true, but Tina wasn't going to leave Artie to deliver this impromptu speech on his own. She sat on the bed beside Mike, taking his hand. "I think what he means is, you're not actually all that ordinary. You're amazing. Which was my original point, so." She leaned over and kissed him. "You ready for this date?"

"I think so." He looked so tentative, so vulnerable, which Tina knew wasn't actually what Mike was like most of the time. The idea that Mike might be willing to be that way around her and Artie, that he might trust them that much, made her feel a little like crying and a little like climbing on top of him.

"You can totally say no to anything," Artie told him, squeezing his knee. Mike touched his hand, grinning.

"I don't think I'm the one likely to say no."

"Whatever. Any of us. I think we'd all be okay with slow down, or yuck, or not right now."

Speak for yourself, Tina almost said. Watching the two of them make shy-boy eyes at each other was totally turning her on. She helped Mike off Artie's bed, then chose a slightly too small t-shirt for Artie to wear. Mike didn't look away from Artie the whole time as he pulled it on over his head, smoothing it over his ribs, and they smiled at each other for a little too long.

"Come on." She tugged on both their hands. "We've got to get out of here now, or else we're never going to leave this room."

The address Puck texted her was about fifteen minutes north of Lima, kind of in the middle of nowhere. Mike didn't seem to have any anxiety about navigating the big van across town, in any case, so Tina gave him the directions as they drove.

She hadn't brought up the condoms in her pocket, nor the lube, nor the wet wipes, but she figured they'd be there at which time they felt necessary. She and Artie hadn't used them, but they hadn't yet had the kind of sex that involved his penis inside her, other than her mouth - and they'd decided pretty much first thing that neither of them wanted to use condoms for that. Now that it was the three of them, though, Tina didn't want to assume anything.

She waited until they were about halfway there to ask the next question. "Mike, have you been tested for STI's?"

"Uh -" He blinked, looking over at her like he was shocked. She sighed.

"Don't give me that. This is responsible dating. You're the one who's had other partners; I don't even know who they all were. I'm not asking, either. I just want to make sure we're all safe."

He nodded. "Yeah... of course. You're right. I was just... I mean, I've done stuff, but I haven't had - sex? Not like that, where I might have caught something."

"Really?" Artie sounded surprised. "I thought I heard that you and Brit..."

Mike hunched over the steering wheel, his face obviously red even in the darkness of the van. "I... might have told a couple people that. But, uh, I didn't. I didn't want to. I like Brit, you know, but... she wasn't the right person."

"Turn here," Tina pointed, and Mike put his blinkers on even though there was nobody on the dirt road. They rounded a corner and slowed in front of what looked like an empty field.

"Is this it?" Mike asked doubtfully, inching forward. "He said there was a pond. Do you see a pond? Oh, yeah, there." He shrugged. "I guess we go in?"

There was no house, just an open clearing beside the pond, with a picnic table and some old rusted-out tractors, overgrown with weeds. The frogs were seriously having a party already. Tina helped Artie back into his chair and used the lift to let him out onto the grass.

"This is nice," he said, wheeling around. "You're going to have to help me over this tall patch, and then I think I can make it on my own."

"I never mind pushing your chair," Mike said. Artie smiled up at him.

"I just like showing off my arm muscles, pushing myself."

"Oh, kiss him, for god's sake," Tina muttered, and Mike cracked up. Artie raised his eyebrows at Mike and opened his arms.

"Come sit in my lap?" he offered.

Mike's eyes went wide, and his laugh was abruptly cut off, but he settled himself carefully onto Artie's legs. "I feel like I'm going to hurt you."

"Give it up, Mike. You're not that heavy. The worst thing you can do by sitting on top of me is give me a hard-on."

Tina opened up the back doors of the van, snickering as she leaned in to fold the seats into the floor. "That wouldn't be such a bad thing either."

"Not bad at all," Artie agreed. When Tina turned around again, the boys were kissing, Mike's hands cupping Artie's face. Artie had taken his glasses off. She took her time spreading the heavy camping blanket over the floor of the van, giving them an opportunity to have a little time together. She wasn't going to let them have much of that later; not this time. She'd been patient enough.

When Artie leaned back from the kiss, she was right there behind him, guiding Mike's head up to hers. His surprised-happy noises were seriously delicious.

"Why'd you lie about having sex with Brit?" she asked.

The way Artie was stroking Mike's leg, dipping into the long, lean curve of his knee and back out again, Mike appeared almost too glassy-eyed to focus on the question, but he managed to formulate a response. "That was the summer before sophomore year, before Glee. Before I let myself dance in front of anybody, other than Matt. I mostly wanted to fit in." He shook his head, looking bemused. "I... think I've come a long way since then. Even if I still just want people not to notice me sometimes."

"Yeah, you definitely have," Artie agreed. He ran his hands up Mike's torso, looking entirely too pleased at Mike's reaction. "I think you've got two people right here who are all about noticing you. If that's okay."

"It's okay," Mike said. He touched his forehead to Tina's. "I don't feel like I have to lie to you. Either of you. I can just be myself, be honest about what I am, what I want."

She tipped her face up to his, kissing him gently at first, then more fervently. "We all get to say what we want. I bet we could come up with something that would be amazing for all of us. So, any requests?"

Mike looked from Tina to Artie and back again, biting his lip. "Tina. I - I want you to show me what you like. How to make you come."

"That sounds like a perfect idea," she agreed, smiling broadly. Judging from Artie's impatient squirming, she guessed he thought so, too.

"Fuck, yeah," Artie muttered. "Watching you go down on Tina... talk about giving me a hard-on."

"Yeah, um, speaking of that..." Mike leaned on Artie's shoulder, picking at the snap on his jeans. "I'd really like to... go down on you, too. If you wanted that."

Artie hesitated, but he was smiling. "Would that be in a blowjobby kind of way or a tongue-in-my-ass kind of way?"

"The first one," Mike replied quickly, hiding behind his hand. "God. I hadn't even thought of the other one."

"No?" Artie grinned bigger. "Never?"

"Well, I have now."

Tina smoothed her fingers through Mike's silky hair. "Don't get all freaked out. It's just more stuff to try. You don't have to want to do it all. I'm pretty sure I don't want anybody's tongue in my ass."

"But maybe other places?" Artie said, nudging her.

"Oh, definitely other places. And this blowjob, Mike? That I want to see."

She knew it was easier to get Artie's jeans off him when he was lying down, but the idea of Mike kneeling in front of his chair was something she couldn't pass up. Mike let Artie circle his arms around his neck and lift himself up while she stripped Artie's jeans down his legs. Artie's arms were definitely his best feature, if she was going to objectify him. Or possibly his eyes, which currently were blinking and wide, focused on Mike settling down between his thighs.

Mike ran his hands up Artie's hips, looking for that sweet spot where sensation began and ended. Sometimes it was unpleasant for Artie to be touched in those in-between places, but Artie didn't look uncomfortable now. His cock stirred when Mike leaned against his knee, and Mike glanced up in surprise. "You can feel that?"

"No," Artie said softly, gazing at Mike. "Just... watching you, there. That's turning me on."

Mike colored, a stupid smile crossing his face. Tina guessed she wore essentially the same expression. "Yeah, me too. I've been thinking about this a lot."

Me too, Tina thought, but she wasn't going to interrupt their moment, not yet. Artie sucked in a breath as Mike leaned in and kissed the sparse hair of his inner thigh. He leaned back, scooting down to allow Mike better access. "Okay, I can feel that."

"Good." Mike gave him a tentative smile, then returned to making progress up his leg, until he was landing shallow breaths on Artie's cock. "You sure this is -?"

"Yeah," said Artie, his voice tense with want, "yeah, come on, Mike, your mouth."

Mike paused for just one more moment before letting his tongue dart out, taking a careful lick, and Artie murmured approval. Tina wanted to intervene, to take Artie in one hand and feed him into Mike's mouth with the other. The idea of it was enough to accelerate herself toward orgasm number one. Sitting in the back of the van, her legs swinging free, she could both touch Artie's neck with one hand and reach the other hand under her skirt.

"Mike," she said, seeing him hesitate again.

"Yeah?"

"Just do it. You're not going to hurt him. Suck his dick."

Mike and Artie let out simultaneous moans, and Tina smiled, gripping Artie's shoulder. She loved that they wanted it, loved that they were going for it, even without her encouragement - but that they liked her encouragement made it so much hotter. She rocked against her hand, letting a finger slip just barely inside.

Mike was definitely taking her advice, using his hand to wrap around the base of Artie's cock, then guiding it to his mouth and letting his lips close around the head. He made his own surprised-pleased noises, and with each bob forward took a little more of Artie into his mouth, until in a surprisingly short amount of time he'd swallowed all of him. Tina could feel Artie's shoulders tense under her hand.

"Oh my god," he muttered, "oh my god, Mike, oh my god."

Mike backed off, looking up at him. "Is that okay? Too much?"

"No," he said emphatically. "You're deep-throating me and you're asking me if it's okay? How do you do that?"

"Um... I don't know?" Mike let out a nervous giggle, leaning back in. "I have a big mouth? So can I...?"

He didn't wait for Artie's reply, settling his mouth back over his cock with a contented hum. Artie's eyes slipped closed. His responses became increasingly louder, but there in the middle of Puck's dad's vacant lot, it didn't much matter. Tina rocked harder against her hand as she watched Artie, watching Mike as he swallowed Artie down with growing confidence and enthusiasm.

"Mike loves this," she said, because there was no doubt that Mike did, and also because she knew Artie wanted to hear her say it. Artie reached forward and touched Mike's head, gently, not at all demanding, but with reverence.

"I have no idea how I came to deserve this," Artie said, his voice shaky, "but I'm so grateful. And you're going to make me come in about three seconds."

Mike's only response was to take Artie deeper down his throat, and Artie must either have read that as permission or given up trying to resist because he threw his head back and groaned. Mike didn't hesitate once, making little gulps amid quiet moans, swallowing as best as he could. Just listening was almost pornographic. It gave Tina a tremendous charge. She considered finishing herself off, but she backed off at the last minute, dropping her hand to her thigh with a pleased sigh.

"That was the hottest thing," she said, reaching around to take Mike's hands and tug him to his feet. When she put her arms around him to hold him close, she could feel how hard he was, every shudder of his body as he pressed against her. She tasted the familiar tang of Artie on his tongue when she kissed him. "I think you thought so, too."

"Yeah, wow." Mike blinked down at Artie, still sprawled, half-comatose, in his chair. He brushed his fingers against Artie's bare thigh. "That was... amazing. I can't even explain it."

"Words, not important. Baby, you ready to move into the van?" She saw Artie's vague nod, and she and Mike each took one side of Artie and lifted him in. Tina didn't bother to suggest he put his pants back on. She ditched her skirt before climbing in after him and knelt over Artie, kissing him hard, enjoying the sensation of skin against skin. "So that was pretty good for you, huh?"

"Pretty good," he agreed, red-faced and grinning. "If by that you mean oh my god."

"Is it funny that I don't feel at all threatened by Mike giving better blowjobs than I do?" she asked. "Because all I feel is kind of smug."

They both turned to watch Mike crawling in beside them. He settled against the wall of the van, arms propped on his knees, flushed and grinning shyly.

"Dude," said Artie, sounding offended. "You have way too many pants on."

They descended on his legs, each of them tugging on one cuff, hauling them down to his ankles and finally tossing them out the back of the van entirely to land in a pile on the grass. Tina only got to admire Mike's bikini briefs for a moment before Artie got rid of those, too.

"Now it's my turn to watch." Artie manually rearranged his own legs so they were crossed, and leaned back against the opposite wall of the van from Mike, smiling at the two of them.

Tina sat close to Mike, wondering how fast she could go for his cock without seeming completely desperate. With Artie, she knew it could have been immediately, even without any conversation at all, but Mike might need more confidence-building before he was ready to -

"Your turn," he breathed, pushing her down onto the blanket.

Well, that answered that question. She welcomed him on top of her, the feel of his muscled back, his firm abs, the pulse of his cock against her leg before he slid down to kneel between her thighs. He looked as eager to proceed as he had with Artie. It made her dizzy and breathless.

"Any tips?"

It took Tina a moment to realize Mike was talking to Artie. She was about to retort herself, but then Mike's mouth descended on her and his tongue was - oh - and she had no words, that was just so -

"Soft and steady," Artie told him, "and if you're going to stop in the middle, don't forget exactly where you left off." He sounded somewhat breathless himself, and when she looked over she could see he was half-hard again, holding himself in his hand and giving himself occasional squeezes.

"Just like that," she whispered hoarsely, "like that, oh, please, Mike, your fingers."

She wasn't being very specific, but Mike seemed to understand what she was saying anyway. His tentative touches took her very quickly from that feels so good to god more now. She grabbed his hand, trapping it against her, and thrust harder against him, making him feel how much she wanted it.

"More," she insisted.

"That means add another finger and do her harder," Artie suggested. He was fully erect now, stroking himself as he watched them intently. "God, that's hot. But don't stop with your tongue."

It wasn't exactly silent in the van, not with the little noises of three people's inhalations and exhalations, and the wet sounds of Mike's mouth on her, and Artie's hand stroking faster, and the occasional exclamation. Tina's own sounds were coming more frequently, her hips tipping up against each stroke of Mike's gentle tongue.

"So good," Artie murmured. His hand reached out and rested on her stomach, moving up to brush the side of her breast. She waited about five seconds before taking the hand and putting it directly on her nipple, and he chuckled, twisting and tugging the way she liked just before she was about to come.

"Oh, Mike - don't stop, don't stop, oh my god -" She reached out with both hands, clutching at each of them, and didn't bother to restrain the bucking of her hips as she ground up against Mike's waiting mouth. He stayed with her, taking Artie's advice literally: don't stop with your tongue.

A+ for Mike, she thought, panting.

"Well done, man," Artie said with a soft smile. "You're a natural."

Mike sat back on his heels, smiling back, wiping his mouth on the edge of his discarded shirt, and touched Tina's thigh. "That was okay?"

"Oh, yeah," she sighed happily. "Come here?"

He figured out that she meant for him to lie down on top of her, which he did gingerly at first, then finally settled down with a shaky breath. "Wow, that feels - maybe a little too good. I'm trying not to do anything unsafe here."

"As long as you don't actually come inside me, you're good. Anyway, I'm not ovulating right now. I'm not Finn; I know my facts about conception." She squirmed around a little, appreciating Mike's groans. "And you get whatever you want, but I was kind of thinking I should return the blowjob favor, since you've been so generous with your amazing mouth."

Mike's breathing hitched as his cock dragged over the wet skin of her thighs. "Okay, yes, that sounds fantastic."

"Or you guys could do that intercrural thing." Artie hadn't really stopped jerking off since moving into the van, but he hadn't been very goal-oriented, stroking himself in a relaxed and lazy way. Now he'd started to pick up the tempo again, to become more focused with his actions. "Mike on top, or behind you."

"That wouldn't feel unfair?" Mike paused, shifting over so he was lying between Artie and Tina. The van wasn't really long enough for him to stretch out, but Mike didn't seem to mind that his legs stuck out the end of the hitch. He leaned over to kiss Artie for a while, his hand coming down so they were both jacking off in tandem. Tina wasn't sure what to keep her eyes on; it was all so, so hot.

"You guys can do this anytime you want," she promised. "And why would the intercrural be unfair? Because Artie can't do it? Isn't that just one thing on a kind of long list of things?"

"I'm trying to be sensitive," Mike protested. Artie claimed his mouth again, harder this time - and Tina was suddenly ready to go, more than ready. She reached over and hauled Mike back on top of her, crossing her ankles.

"Here's where you get to be grateful for my dancer's thighs," she said. She reached down and slipped his cock between them, pointing it down, away from any parts that might be compromised by condomless friction. The expression on his face was priceless. She giggled. "Feel good?"

"So good," he assured her, sounding overwhelmed again, "oh, yeah, good... Tina..."

She thrust harder and tucked a hand into the slick channel of her own thighs, the sound of Mike's gasps driving her closer to the edge, and pressed her mouth to his ear. "Just imagine how good it would feel if you were actually inside me."

That was pretty much the end for all three of them. It didn't matter who actually came first (or second, in the case of Artie and Tina), but three minutes later, they were all snuggled up close in a sticky, sweaty heap, and Mike was holding Artie's hand, and Tina was still giggling.

"You guys make sex fun," she said. "And I don't mean that in a goofy, lighthearted way. I mean that in a that's-the-way-it-should-be way."

"I resemble that goofy lighthearted remark," Artie pointed out.

Mike smiled, leaning over to kiss him. "Neither goofy nor lighthearted are things I ever learned how to pull off. I kind of admire you for both of them."

They used Tina's wet wipes to clean up a little before throwing on essential clothes and settling outside on a blanket on the grass to do some actual stargazing. She knew they only had a little time before the mosquitoes would eat them alive, but she couldn't bear not taking the opportunity to be outside after having sex with her boyfriends. Not to mention Mike knew an awful lot about constellations.

"I'm still having aftershocks," she informed them. Artie groaned.

"Don't turn me on again," he pleaded. "I don't think I can handle it. I'm usually a come-once-and-done guy. I'm already going to be chafed in the morning."

"Poor baby." She tilted her head to kiss the closest available skin on him, which happened to be his forearm. "Tomorrow at my house for dinner, right?"

Mike sighed, resting his head on Tina's stomach. "Guys, eventually my parents are going to catch on to this business of the three of us together, and that's going to be bad news for us."

"So we'll get somebody to cover you. Finn, probably? You can have dinner at his house, can't you?"

"I don't know. My parents keep blacklisting the guys I can spend time with. All my friends are turning out to be kind of gay."

Tina stroked the side of his neck. "Like you, maybe?"

"Yeah," Mike said softly. "Kind of."

"Me too." Artie wiggled Mike's clasped hand. "Maybe everybody is, kind of."

"Well, speaking on behalf of the only not-kind-of-gay member of our triad," said Tina, "I'm very grateful you guys haven't completely defected to the XY team."

"Oh, come on," Artie said. "Don't tell me you've never thought about girls? Girls are amazing. And you really shouldn't rule it out. I didn't know I wanted this until I had it, either."

"Thought about it, yes. I think I'd have to actually be in the situation before I really knew if I wanted it or not." She let all her breath out in a contented sigh. "Trust me, I'm perfectly happy with what we have, right here."