Antonio woke a bit after dawn, still feeling groggy and slow. Sunlight drifted in through the window behind his bed so that it always pooled over him when he woke. He loved the light to come from that direction, so even if he could afford curtains, he wouldn't use them. Just the blinds left cracked open worked well enough. He shifted, but a weight kept him pressed into the mattress. Blonde hair shone out of the corner of his eye and a lazy smile split Antonio's face. He patted Francis' arm where it draped over him. "You're heavy," he complained with a fond air. The other man shifted and his beard scratched Antonio's neck so that he suppressed a shiver before poking Francis in the side for revenge.

He didn't wake, but did reclaim his arms to curl in on himself as if protecting his sensitive sides. It worked every time and it left Antonio free to slip out of his bed. He looked around and noted the closed door to Gilbert's room. They really did need to do something about his awkwardness. Gilbert advertised himself to be as much of a pervert as his friends, but he acted surprisingly straight-laced sometimes. When he let go though…Antonio licked his lips and gathered what he needed from a drawer left open and spilling unfolded clothes. He would get Gilbert to let everything go at some point. After all, that's what friends did. Still with nothing on, he walked to the bathroom. After placing his cross on the counter—his only possession he treated with this level of respect—he looked in the mirror.

Antonio burst out with laughter. He looked exactly like he should with his hair a mess and kiss marks on his neck, purpling against his darker skin. Without a doubt, he loved this look on himself best. The shower's warm spray washed off the night except for the marks on his body. Those he would gladly keep. He didn't care about his appearance like his friends, but he did like to keep his memories close like a tattoo. Kiss marks and a cross—he wore he two like a banner for himself.

Antonio cooked breakfast and then waited for his friends to wake. A night of sex in trio required a sit down meal. As all lovers knew, breakfast made you real. Breakfast said 'thank you, you were amazing and we will do this again'.

Francis wandered out first, looking confused to be in the wrong room until he spotted Antonio with his hair still a bit damp, sitting in the rocking chair he dragged into the kitchen. "Is it just me or did something cosmic happen last night?" he asked. Antonio handed him a coffee mug and opened his mouth. Francis held up a hand. "I mean like the order of the universe, not the sex. I remember that just fine." A grin crossed Francis' face, bordering on a smirk. Not that classy people like him smirked. He remembered the important things when he drank and only five or so times woke up having no idea who slept next to him. He preferred to leave and sleep at home after all.

Francis poked an eggs benedict with his fork and received a glare from Antonio. The feast couldn't be touched until they were all present. Francis glanced back at Gilbert's door. "You know he's not going to wake up before noon if you don't go get him," he sighed. "Ah never mind, you'll do something weird. I'll wake him up."

Antonio pouted and yelled after Francis' retreating form. "What do you mean weird?!" Francis shook his head and knocked on Gilbert's door. Weird meant pouring water on people or tying to wake them with sex, covering them in tomatoes, or knocking them on the floor with a laugh. If he did that, nobody would get to eat because Gilbert would break some fingers and run off in a fit. Oh yes to waking with sex though. Too bad they were too early in the relationship for that. Relationship? his mind asked. Francis already had one of those, but he could maintain two different kinds couldn't he? It wasn't like the three friends dated.

A minute of silence passed and Francis tried the door handle. He silently crowed in victory as the unlocked door swung open. Gilbert only had the presence of mind to lock one in that state it seemed. He'd been pretty messed up. What if he didn't remember this night too? Francis stepped past a plastic container filled with magazines and came to the bed. "Oh Gilbert…time to wake up," he cooed. Gilbert laid on top of his covers, dressed in pajamas as if he put them on in his sleep. The left pant leg rode up to his knee and his shirt edge caught under the waistband. He looked as if he passed out while standing and just happened to land on the bed.

Francis shook his shoulder and Gilbert rolled over. "Go away…" he groaned. Francis squeezed his eyes shut with a pained smile.

"Now now, I know you're awake," he complained as he shook Gilbert's shoulder harder. The guy slept lightly most nights, but he could be so stubborn. "Toni's going to throw a fit if you don't come to breakfast."

Gilbert clutched his panda and squeezed hard. He had yet to open his eyes and that meant no matter how awake he sounded now, he could go right back to sleep. "Five more minutes." The panda muffled his words and Francis tried to pull the animal away. Gilbert's grip strengthened as he wrapped himself around the panda like a limpet and whined. "Noes mine, Ludsy!" This was just too much. No matter how cute Gilbert looked, Francis had only one cup of coffee and the patience to match.

He dropped down on the bed and straightened Gilbert's clothes, trailing soft touches the entire time. Francis had his own technique for waking people. Each motion of his fingers guided Gilbert until he lay on his back and loosened his arms. He didn't rouse and it allowed Francis to slip the panda away and take its place. Gilbert followed the feeling of clutching something after all and Francis would get hit if he noticed the panda left. Francis continued to take away the little comforts of sleep and his touches slowly brought Gilbert back to the world of living. Gentle like this, he didn't trip the younger man's stubbornness. Gilbert finally blinked his eyes open.

Francis smiled from where he perched on knees and elbows with Gilbert's arms around his back. "Good morning. We have breakfast waiting." He smiled and pecked Gilbert on the lips before the man's stunned expression fell away.

"Francis?!" Gilbert yelped, flinging his hands away as his entire face turned red. "Ah what, where-?" He glanced around and relaxed when he found himself in his room. Francis pulled back, still smiling. "What the hell are you doing? My head hurts," he grumbled with a groan. Rubbing his face, he squeezed his eyes shut again. The morning light hurt and it was morning. Francis woke him enough he couldn't go back to sleep though.

The blonde man took his hand and pulled Gilbert off the bed. "Did I mention the food is getting cold?" Gilbert slumped over, trying to crawl onto the floor again, but Francis just dragged him along on feet that struggled to keep up. A half minute later, he pushed Gilbert into the kitchen chair and took the stool himself. He decided to be selfless because he feared Gilbert would fall off the stool with how he lolled against the chair back.

"Good morning!" Antonio offered Gilbert coffee with a retina-burning smile. Both he gulped down greedily. They divided breakfast between the rose design plates, courtesy of Francis. Even though the eggs oozed a little cold, they still tasted wonderful and hungry as they were, no one chatted until half way through the meal. The food made Francis perk up and Antonio was perky before, but Gilbert still nursed his headache.

"So…do you remember last night?" Francis asked. Antonio nodded, realizing the importance of asking this with their younger friend. Gilbert looked up with a furrowed brow. He put his fork down and tilted his head. A few seconds passed with vivid expressions crossing his face, from concentration to distaste to shock.

"Ah!" Gilbert dropped his head into his hands again with a groan. "I totally do! Except, well kinda. How did we get home?" Not that this mattered because holy hell Antonio sucked him off. Nothing could get him to forget that. He looked hesitantly at his friends. "But what now?"

The other two laughed at his first question, but Antonio's pat to his shoulder felt warm. Of course, Gilbert still glared at his hand for good measure, not wanting to slip out of character too soon. Francis looked thoughtful and the others turned to him, waiting for a speech or whatever he planned. It made Francis glow that the younger two looked to him for big decisions. Antonio already made it clear with his looks that this night meant something and Gilbert's nervous face said the same thing. Finally Francis sighed and decided what to say.

"From this point on, we're official fuck buddies. We're each other's first choice in bed warmer and first in line for comfort. If you've got something you want to experiment with, come to one of us, no judgement. This is a pact of no holding back anymore. At any time, we're open to each other and-" His eyes darted over to Gilbert. "No locking doors. We're all in this together. Not one, not two, not two and sometimes a third. We're a threesome. Agreed?"

Antonio flashed his biggest grin and leaned over to Francis, nearly tipping the chair too far. He threw arms around the other's neck and snuggled closer. "Hmm, this is why I let you do the talking. You're so good with words," he murmured into Francis' blonde locks. Chuckling, the older man squeezed Antonio around the waist in response. Gilbert just gaped open-mouthed at them.

"What the hell? No he's not! You sound too formal and what's with these rules?! It's not like we're dating or anything." Gilbert huffed and crossed his arms, staring at the left corner of the kitchen with a flush rising on his cheeks. His stubbornness didn't stop them though. Antonio pulled away, but only because his chair rocked back and he almost collided with the table. Gilbert rolled his eyes. "I don't want to date idiots like you." He kept his eyes still on the corner, refusing to watch this lovey-dovey show from his friends. Francis scowled and and loaded a mushy bite on his fork and flipped it back. Gilbert didn't see the eggs coming until too late. They flew across the table and splashed onto his cheek.

"Arg!" Gilbert howled, clawing at the mess on his face with pure horror. "Idiot, idiot, idiot!" he chanted, still at a howl. He couldn't believe Francis of all people threw food at him. Francis! The definition of lame!

"Don't say idiot again!" Francis exclaimed. He waved his fork in threat and Gilbert would have snatched it away and shoved it into his neck but Antonio leaned his way next. He grabbed Gilbert's chin and before he knew what was happening, licked the eggs away. Gilbert cried out for a very different reason. His fork clattered across the floor as he flailed, hand crashing into the table. Antonio pulled away with a smack of lips and a satisfied smile. Gilbert groaned and dropped his face into his hands yet again.

"I really can't win against you guys can I?" Should he even be trying?

"Nope!" the other two grinned. Antonio stretched his hand out into the middle of the table. "Here's to the creation of the bad touch trio!" Francis raised an eyebrow but dropped his hand on top of the pile.

"Oh god, you've even given us a name. I'm gonna die!" Gilbert groaned. They stared at him to join them once and for all. He grumbled under his breath and Francis let out an impatient huff. Oh what the hell. "This is totally lame!" But Gilbert put his hand on top of the pile. Antonio raised them into the air with a childish cry.

"To forever!" Then he finally tipped his chair over backwards and with a flail of legs, knocked the rest of their breakfast to the floor.

xXx

The rest of Saturday went by quietly, most of it spent sleeping off hangovers and cleaning. Gilbert started a Super Smash Bros tournament and won without contest. This he rubbed in their faces, especially when Francis got no kills. Though he proclaimed it wasn't disgraceful to fail at video games as they had no relevance in life. Antonio laughed at his wounded pride; he killed Francis every time after all, except the ones he walked off the cliff on accident.

Since they spent their entire Saturday together in peace, just trying to get used to the idea of them, Sunday became the busy day. Gilbert lay on the couch where he fell asleep with his friends the night before. Antonio sat on the floor, chatting into his phone.

"Oh really? Yeah, I'll be there soon! Kay bye!" he chattered before hanging up. Just as he stood to slip away for a shower, Gilbert grasped his hand. Antonio turned back to see him shift under the blanket.

"Where are you going?"

"Oh? Were you listening to my call? A friend invited me to a quinceañera. It's going to be great! Just like it used to be, yeah!" Antonio chatted, saying too many words too fast. "These sorts of parties last a while and I'll get to see people who haven't wanted to see me in a long time!" He waved his hands about and Gilbert winced, still not fully awake. He shuffled a bit so he half sat with the blanket over his head.

"Will you be gone all day then?" He stifled a yawn which hid the rather sulky tone of his voice, he hoped at least. Antonio paused, his smile falling. It came back softer as he patted Gilbert's head.

"Did you get complacent with all of us around yesterday?" They didn't always get to spend their whole weekends together after all. Besides Fridays, they wandered here and there, working and playing except Gilbert. Outside of school, he had nowhere to go if he didn't play by himself. "Sorry, but yeah. Don't worry, Francis is still here and I'll be back for bedtime, silly."

Gilbert pouted. He hated himself for being soothed by those words and leaning into Antonio's touch. "It's not like I'm lonely or anything! Go to your weird party already!" he snapped and huddled into his blanket further. He should have stayed asleep. Antonio kissed the top of his head over the blanket before humming in the affirmative. He said a quick good bye and damn near skipped to the bathroom. He finished getting ready and left before Gilbert gathered the energy to move from the couch. When he did, he found Francis reading in his room with the door open.

"Hey." Francis looked up to see Gilbert in the doorway. His lips twitched in a faint smile and Gilbert continued before he put his book down. "Want to go out somewhere for lunch? Or maybe, stay in." He tried not to sound hopeful or desperate and instead kept his posture casual.

Francis turned his eyes away, looking guilty. "Antonio forced a big breakfast on me. I'm afraid I can't eat anything more until super," he explained.

"Oh…is that so?" Maybe Francis didn't get what Gilbert was trying to do here? And he called himself the master of innuendo. This would sound so much better in German. Gilbert was too direct to dance around like this so why the hell was he trying? As much as he called Francis' speech yesterday a ridiculous thing, it got his head spinning. No restrictions, no more reservations. Gilbert spent an entire day thinking about it and at barely ten in the morning, he couldn't wait any longer. He was giving in all the way.

A sigh went through Gilbert that left his body suddenly lighter. The entire air around him changed and he held his head higher, his shoulders more square, as he strode forward. Francis stared at him, the book in his hands forgotten. He didn't blink the entire time it took Gilbert to cross the room. The young man strode like a jungle cat with grace and predatory beauty, his feet seeming to glide. Gilbert straddled Francis' lap and twisted a hand in his ponytail. "Get a clue already," he whispered before he dropped his mouth over Francis'. Body pressed against the other man's, his eyes slid closed as their mouths devoured each other. It was about freaking time.

Francis ended the kiss with his eyes blown wide. He snatched his hands away from where they'd fallen to frame Gilbert's face. "Ah, woah! Hello, what's this, Gil?" Gilbert narrowed his eyes and decided that didn't need an answer. He slid his hands down to Francis' chest where his fingers danced. It should be very clear what he wanted. Before his hands could slide any lower though, Francis caught his wrists. "Hold on already! Ah, shit!" He dropped his head onto Gilbert's shoulder.

"Why?!" Gilbert cried out. He couldn't stop the tremble in his voice or the way his lower lip stuck out. It took so long to work himself up to this. He was giving himself over. Why? Gilbert started to pull away, but Francis kept hold of his wrists. He wasn't about to let Gilbert go thinking this was his fault.

"You know I would love to play with you, but you just had to choose now. Shit, shit!" Francis continued to curse. He glanced at his watch and slid his eyes closed only one second. He needed to make this quick. He pulled Gilbert in for a hug and a chaste kiss. "You picked the seriously wrong time. Look, I have a lunch date with Alissa and I need to go shopping before so I just don't have time." His voice dropped lower, warmer, as he brushed a white lock behind Gilbert's ear. "Because I want to take my time with you." Francis truly was sorry, but he'd be even more sorry if he reduced Gilbert to a quickie. The man slipped away from the bed and for a second, Francis nearly took it back. His face looked like a mask, all sharp eyes and a grim mouth.

"I'll leave you to it then," Gilbert muttered. A cold smile crossed his face as he waved a flippant hand back at Francis. "Tell her I said hi. Hey, it was just a whim. Don't worry about me. It's only boredom, but I guess I can message Roddy and see if he's still a virgin!" Gilbert laughed and stalked out of the room, head thrown back with pride and his hands on his hips. Francis watched with a confused expression.

Gilbert tossed himself onto his bed and screamed into the pillow so deep not a sound escaped. Ten minutes later, he heard Francis leave. With that, Gilbert finally let out the miserable sob from where he'd trapped it inside of himself. It wasn't just that Francis left. That frustrated, not upset him. The problem was they both left him behind and they could because they knew people. Was Gilbert the only one with no other friends? He turned into a shut in and that wasn't like him at all. How insane was it that he couldn't understand who would be more important than him until Francis said that girl's name? He thought he hated her before, but now it was personal. Without a doubt Gilbert hated Alissa.

xXx

Late that evening, Gilbert lay on his bed doing calculus worksheets that reminded him too much of high school. He thought college would be less worksheets and more something else. He still didn't know what he wanted out of school though. Few of his classes appealed to him. The math came easy, but he didn't know what to do with that. He wasn't going to make a career out of mathematics and he didn't really enjoy it beyond the soar of completing a problem. It meant nothing to him. He dropped his head into his arms and groaned. His life just loved to torture him. After a day with his friends, it felt awful to spend an entire day without them.

His abs hurt from doing too many crunches and his head hurt for too many reasons to count. He liked to keep his body in shape and just like with cleaning, he ended up overdoing it in a state of turmoil. Maybe he was paranoid or insecure. He'd never admit that to anyone but himself though. Ever since his parents died and he found the harsher side of the world, he learned the importance of a strong body and mind. It used to be easy, but there was a time in his life that he felt weaker than he ever felt as a child. He forgot how to fight back and because of that, he'd never let his body fall into a state of disrepair again. Always, always he would be at his best. That's why he acted so vain and he loved the bonus of looking good, but he did it for his own protection. Why was it he felt the need to fall into that pattern of insecurity now?

Gilbert so lost himself fuming over everything besides his homework that he didn't hear the front door open. He forgot he lived with others after being alone for so long and the thrum of his music made him deaf to his surroundings. Francis eased the door open and slipped into Gilbert's room without him noticing. Gilbert lay on his stomach, sunk low in the bed with his chin in his palm, looking wilted as he glared at a textbook. It took Francis a second to recognize the bit of yellow fluff on his back as the bird he named after himself. If nothing else about Gilbert screamed self-absorbed, then that was it.

"I'm back," Francis called in a voice that should have been loud enough to hear over his friend's music. He dropped onto the bed almost on top of Gilbert and the bird took flight, chirping madly. Gilbert stiffened as Francis slipped a hand around his neck to turn his chin back toward him. One pale hand shot out, clawing at him as Gilbert flipped.

"Get the hell off of me! What are you doing?!" he yelped with wide eyes. His earbuds fell away, leaving him choking when he saw who stared down at him. Francis watched with surprise and concern. Gilbert dropped his hand and tried to crawl out of the other man's reach. The small bed didn't allow much distance though.

"Sorry," Francis winced. "It's rare to see you jump like that. You're not scared of being home alone are you?" He patted Gilbert's knee in comfort. A second later, Gilbert slapped his hand away with more force than necessary. Francis furrowed his brow as he rubbed his hand. He let the slight pass though because he deserved it. He knew he pissed Gilbert off although he wasn't sure about the exact cause.

The younger man turned his head away, relaxing from his earlier fright. It wasn't like him to startle, especially in a lit room at home. "I figured you wouldn't be coming home today." The only excuse he could come up with.

Francis smiled. "Well, she did ask me to spend the night with her and…you know. I thought I had somewhere else I needed to be though, or someone I needed to be with that is." He shifted so that he could crawl over the bed and close the distance between them again. Gilbert sat against the headboard and Francis knelt with his arms resting on top of the wood bar. His breath ghosted over the other's face with but a few inches separating them.

Gilbert shivered before a smirk crossed his face. He relaxed fully under Francis' eyes. "Does your girlfriend know about this? I think you just said you chose me over her." A strange flutter started in his chest when he said those words.

Francis' mouth twisted. "If you were bothered by my other relationships, you should have said so before you joined our union."

Gilbert mouthed 'union' back, utterly baffled by it. Did his friends purposely chose words like that to drive him insane? "Sorry, I forgot about that bitch until now." He lifted his lip in a slight sneer just thinking about Alissa.

Francis snapped him a glare, but a second later just sighed. "She's not a bitch and you needn't worry yourself over her." He dragged a hand through his hair, leaving it in an unusual state of mess. "She's one thing and this is another. They don't have anything to do with each other. I don't see why I should tell her about my other relationships."

Gilbert's frown deepened. "I hope you know how much of a bastard you sound like right now."

Francis caught hold of the black cord around Gilbert's neck and lifted the iron cross out from beneath his shirt. "You see things in black and white, good and bad. You're straight-laced and so very German it's painful. Even though you're horny, you're not a slut." Gilbert's eyes narrowed, but Francis didn't pause. "It makes you refreshing. It's time to loosen up though. This is a world of gray," he murmured with a bright flash of his eyes. "Not everyone wants me to follow the rules." With that, Francis pulled him down onto the bed. Gilbert closed his eyes and gave up. He'd allow himself to be selfish today.

"Then break the rules with me, Francis." He felt hands slide under his shirt and tease the skin there. Unlike before, Francis didn't strip him and go at it. It's what Gilbert expected, so the slow touches made him squirm. He blinked his eyes open again to meet Francis' smoldering gaze. Gilbert shifted as he tried to figure out where his hands should be. Finally he settled one on Francis' arm as he tweaked a nipple. His other hand twisted in the sheets when the other man started lavishing his neck with kisses.

Francis pulled back to admire his work as Gilbert started to unravel. He looked so uncomfortable in an adorable way. "You really are unused to letting others take control aren't you?" Gilbert bit his lip and cursed the way he always reddened so easily. He was unused to this and it drove him crazy. They needed to hurry up or he might come undone before anything happened. Snapping open his pants button, Gilbert started wriggling out of them. Francis placed hands on his hips to stop him. His flash of teeth stole Gilbert's breath. "Don't be in such a hurry. I told you I wanted to take my time."

Gilbert groaned. Francis did pull his pants all the way off though and Gilbert chucked aside his shirt. He just started on Francis' shirt buttons when the man pulled something from out of his pants pocket. He placed the bottle of lube on the bed beside Gilbert whose eyes widened. The sight brought home what they were about to do. "I picked this up from my room. Figured you didn't have any lying around."

"I'm not shameless," Gilbert griped back. He still couldn't tear his eyes away from the bottle. Chuckling, Francis kissed Gilbert on the lips. No, he most certainly wasn't shameless. Just plain beautiful and laid out in the full light for Francis to see. He tossed his shirt behind him and bent to kiss his way down Gilbert's torso. The younger man only let out small noises until Francis spread his legs and picked up the bottle of lube again.

"Are you ready?"

Gilbert yanked a strand of his hair. "Just do it already!" He was already so hard and never mind the nerves. Francis coated his fingers and ran one over Gilbert's entrance. He tensed. Here it was. He was finally going to let someone fuck him again and he trusted Francis and oh god, his finger was pushing inside. Gilbert pressed the back of his hand against his mouth.

"Hey, if you're ready then relax a bit. At this rate, I won't be able to fit more than one finger inside." Francis had his buried up to the knuckle, but Gilbert squeezed it so tight he thought he'd lose circulation. Gilbert blinked his eyes open, not realizing he closed them in the first place. He saw Francis looming over him with his hair a mess and concern leaking through the passion painting his face. He looked so un-composed that it comforted Gilbert. He wasn't the only one. Francis pressed a kiss to the palm of Gilbert's hand where it covered his mouth. His legs stopped shaking and he took a deep breath.

"Sorry. I forgot how it feels on this end," he mumbled against his hand. "I'm fine, really." Bit by bit, he told his muscles to ease. Francis nodded and soon he was thrusting in two fingers without complaint. He tried to take his time since Gilbert felt every bit a virgin and Francis wondered just how long it had been since he did this. Eventually he couldn't be patient any longer. He pulled out his fingers and met Gilbert's eyes. A nod of silent approval met his gaze. Then Francis was pushing his way inside as Gilbert bit down on his hand. Everything felt so much he nearly cried out, but only a single moan made its way out.

Francis pressed a kiss to Gilbert's leg before he settled into a slow rhythm. The two moved awkwardly, still trying to figure each other out, and that was odd enough. Francis didn't do awkward in bed, but Gilbert made faces so expressive that they threw him off. This was Gilbert? There'd be no going back after this because Francis would make it so he'd never want sex from another again. It needed to be that good. Francis pulled him closer for an open mouthed kiss. "You're so beautiful." Gilbert moaned at that and reached down to touch himself. When Francis pulled back from their kiss though, movement caught Gilbert's eyes. He clapped both hands over his mouth and squealed. That only made Francis chuckle. "Oh, did I hit a good spot." Gilbert was too wide eyed to answer.

The pace Francis set had his eyes scrunching closed as the man jackhammered the bundle of nerves inside him. Having eyes on him didn't help either. Gilbert lasted only a few thrusts more before he came all over his stomach. Francis groaned and dropped his head onto the other's shoulder as he finished with a deep thrust.

Antonio stood in the doorway, arms crossed and his hip leaned casually against the frame. Gilbert smacked Francis in the head so he'd finally notice the other presence. "Oh…hi. Since when were you there?" Francis spun, trying not to look guilty. Antonio had a critical eye and lacked his usual smile. It made the other two nervous.

"You promised me you would wait." Antonio started to tap one foot and Gilbert looked between them, confused. This was planned? Since when?! Francis just pouted and flung his sweaty hair out of the way.

"You were late." Antonio's eyes narrowed and he jumped to explain himself better. "It's not my fault! I was totally going to wait, but then this guy went and jumped me and how was I supposed to leave him lonely?" Francis begged with a jerk of one thumb at Gilbert. Antonio's lips pursed and his shoulder's started to shake. It looked scary until they realized his lips were pursed like that because of the smile he tried to force back. It made its way out anyway and Antonio bit back a laugh.

"Wow really? That's unexpected. I figured it was all Francis' fault." He pulled away from the wall and closed the door again. "But I really wanted to be a part of this and then you were almost done when I came home. Can you imagine my pain!" Antonio exclaimed as he strode into the room, waving a hand as he talked. Gilbert watched them with a tired eye. Francis shrugged one shoulder.

"Sorry about that, but you can have him now."

Gilbert's eyes snapped open again. "Wait what?! You want me to do that again!?" Both pairs of eyes turned to him. He pulled himself up onto his elbows which shouldn't have been as difficult as it was. His heart still pounded and his body felt like one big throb. The looks his friends threw his way left him shivering, just a bit nervous. "No way, I'll break!"

Antonio dropped onto the bed to wrap arms around Gilbert. "But you wouldn't want me to feel left out would you?" His pout tortured Gilbert, but he still didn't feel like saying yes. Antonio pulled him into his lap nonetheless and he could do no more than whine. Francis left him too boneless to pull away so he needed to lean back against Antonio. "See, you can definitely go another round!"

Gilbert groaned and clutched at the other's arms. "You're so mean. If I can't move tomorrow, I'm totally holding you responsible!" It was all he could say though because he couldn't reject Antonio. Gilbert wanted this no matter the circumstances. Antonio tilted his head back to lock their lips. The kiss he initiated built a slow passion that made Gilbert's head swim. He had yet to catch his breath when Antonio slipped a hand down to finger his hole. Francis hummed and moved to sit against the pillows, looking relaxed and very pleased. It was probably by coincidence they fell like this with Antonio holding Gilbert's legs open as if to display him to Francis. It only made the fire in him burn more.

"Wow, you're still tight," Antonio murmured as he slipped a finger inside. Gilbert very nearly whimpered. He felt twice as sensitive after doing it once. A simple touch drove him crazy so that even though he came minutes before, his cock already twitched to life. Pressed up against his butt crack, he could feel the very hard Antonio behind him. Without any more foreplay, he lifted Gilbert by the armpits to position the man over his length.

"Ah, no way! So quick…ha!" he gasped as he felt himself sink down. Antonio breached him with a slick sound and Gilbert felt every inch of it slid in. There was no holding back with Antonio. He leaned back against the wall and guided Gilbert with hands on his hips. The younger male had no choice but to follow the quick shallow thrusts as best he could. Without being invited, Francis crawled over to them. Gilbert watched with a wary eye because he couldn't quite glare right then.

"Looks like he's enjoying this pretty well after all. Hey Gilbert…do you want to feel even better?" His hand came up to grab Gilbert's erection. He received a bark of his name in response, so Francis bent over to take him in his mouth. Gilbert seized before a cry ripped out of his throat. His head fell back onto Antonio's shoulder as their intense pace continued. Oh my god, he's actually doing this to me! Then he couldn't think anymore.

Gilbert may have been too breathless to comment, but Antonio kept up a steady stream of chatter just like the last time. "Oh Gil, you're doing so good. Just a little longer. Are you going to come soon?" A cry served as his answer. "Good, then come for me." Francis pulled away to jerk him off with a hand, using his mouth to kiss the other two instead. With Francis leaned over to tangle tongues with Antonio, Gilbert finally came. Antonio keened as well and then warmth filled him. Gilbert slid down against the other two, unable to hold himself up any longer.

Antonio patted his cheek a few times. Gilbert blinked and found himself against the pillows, his friends still wrapped around him. "Ah there you are. Show me those pretty eyes," Francis murmured. Gilbert had nothing to say to that. When Antonio disappeared and came back with a damp cloth, he only thought how nice it felt to be cleaned up. The feeling didn't happen to him often. However, when Francis pulled back the sheets and tried to snuggle under them with him, Gilbert roused.

"Go away," he whined as he pushed Francis' chest. Antonio dragged him down into the bed and curled up against his back. "No seriously, I hate cuddling! Hate…sleeping together." Gilbert's feeble attempts to push the two away did nothing though. He fought just to stay awake. Anything more was too much. Francis smoothed back his hair and kissed his forehead. When he pulled away, he wore so self-satisfied an expression that Gilbert didn't recognize him.

"Not tonight. You can't push us away so we're not going anywhere. Just sleep already." Gilbert couldn't fight anymore. The pull of sleep held him too strong. He drifted off in a sandwich between two warm bodies, grumbling all the way to the end. Strangely, it felt perfect on the bed too small for them so that no space existed between their bodies. Gilbird started chirping until Antonio's snores drowned him out. And they slept so late both Francis and Gilbert missed their Monday morning classes.