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Chapter Thirty Nine

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"And… There!" Randy scrubbed at his cheek with the back of his hand, grinning at the countless trays of truffles and chocolates he had spread out around the kitchen. "What do you think, Vidya? Look good?" One of the spoons he had set out lifted into the air, Randy suppressing a chuckle. "Danny and Liz really were clever to think of using doors."

Considering the kitchen didn't have any doors, Vidya and Randy had settled on spoons for yes and knives for no. It wasn't perfect, but it seemed to work well enough. "Yeah, I think they might like some of these." Looking around the kitchen again, Randy felt his smile drop a little as he rubbed at his cheek again. "Should probably start wrapping these up so they don't spoil. It'll be a while before they get home."

Which, really, it made sense. While there may have been something between all three of them, it was still Danny and Andrew at the end of the day who were mates. Nudging at one of the spoons, Randy sighed. Who was he kidding himself. Lairs could only be understand by the ghost who owned them and that ghost's mate. He'd never hear Vidya, just like Andrew and Danny would never hear Liz. He was fooling himself into thinking that… For a while, though, it had really felt like…

Randy had always been on the outside. That's just how it was - how it should be. Leaning against the counter and tilting his head back, Randy indulged a little on what it might be like if Andrew and Danny had chosen to spend the day with hi- With each other, at Vidya, instead of outside.

Andrew would probably be trying to make as many cookies as possible, arguing with Randy about following recipes and trying to find clear counter space that hadn't already been taken over. No doubt Danny would be flying around the kitchen and 'taste testing' every sweet thing he could get his fingers on, complimenting each and every one but doubling back to try another because he had to be sure they were perfect. Wouldn't want to be wrong, after all, right?

Andrew would be swatting at Danny with a spatula, trying to keep him away from all the fresh sweets - failing, but trying - and Danny would laugh and stick his tongue out before hiding behind Randy. Once there, he'd probably notice all the flour on Randy's cheek and make some lame joke like- "What? You aren't ghostly enough already?"

Eyes snapping open, Randy could only stare at seeing Danny floating in front of him, hand rubbing gently at the cheek that was covered in stray bits of flour. Behind him, Andrew was tsking at the state of the kitchen, stealing chocolates from every other tray. "Honestly, Randy, if I knew you were going to destroy my kitchen then I would have had Vidya keep a closer eye on you- Why are you waving spoons in my face!"

"Maybe she's just tired of your shit," Danny snickered, ducking a butter knife tossed at his head. "Love you too, Vids! Seriously, Randy, you're absolutely covered in flour- What were you making that required you to use this much flour?"

They were here… The both of them. Instead of spending time together without Randy uselessly butting in and tagging on, they were there in front of him. Danny's hand was warm on his cheek - warm even with the ice core that pulsed inside of him - and smiling at him and looking so fond and fuck-

Randy was moving before he could even stop to register what he was doing, hands cupping Danny's cheeks and lips harshly pressing against his own. Fuck. Fuck. He had been trying so damn hard to keep on the fringes and it was just some silly little thing- It was supposed to just be them and Randy. Separate. It wasn't- They weren't- "Fuck. Fuck, you two."

Danny was clutching onto his wrists and staring up at him with wide, blown pupils, mouth slightly agape and features utterly ghostly. A sharp breath shot through his lungs, Randy hearing the air rattling inside- Fuck, fuck, everything was so fucking much. He could hear and feel everything and it was so warm and fond and safe and he could just drown in all of this- "Who said you could stop?"

Drowning. It was as simple as drowning. Kissing Danny felt like it was the easiest thing in the world. All of their games and teasing and pushing each other closer and closer to the edge and Randy had never really thought it would seriously go anywhere, but… Falling. It wasn't drowning, but…

It was falling.

The two had barely parted before Randy found himself shoved up against the wall, wrists pinned in a familiar grip and warm breath becoming the very air he was breathing. "Randy." Oh. Oh, that wasn't Andrew. That wasn't his sweet little Andy. Danny had to have riled Andrew up something fierce if it was the Priest who was pinning him against the wall.

Breaking the hold, Randy had his fingers tangled in Andrew's shirt and was jerking him forward in an instant, kissing him deeply and nipping at his bottom lip sharply enough that he tasted a bit of blood- Not blood, not anymore, it wasn't blood, it was far too sweet for that, far too- God- Fuck- Fuck, why had he ever been trying to stop this from happening? Hearing a quiet noise, Randy parted to see Danny looking at the two of them with wide eyes, the color of his eyes swirling between sharp greens and brilliant blues and looking so- "Oh, please. Don't stop on my account."

Fuck. He was so in over his head with these two. He couldn't find it within him to even try to offer an explanation when Andrew was pushing up against him and Danny was getting closer with that wicked smirk on his face. "Randy." Andrew tugged at his shirt, cheeks flushed and eyes a bright purple that almost looked glazed with red. "Randy."

He was in over his head with these two and it was perfect.

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"So, what was that about 'waiting for the perfect moment'?" Andrew was curled up in his lap with his arms loosely braced across his shoulders, lips moving against his neck and switching between little kisses and nips. Randy shivered at each and every one, having been purring quietly ever since they had settled down.

"I was, but then you two had to go and ruin it," Randy scolded, stifling a laugh as he felt Danny nuzzle at his back where he was curled up behind him. None of them had really wanted to let go so they somehow ended up on the couch with Randy in the middle and utterly drowning in all of the sweetness that was coming off of the two. "Months of planning and effort and you ruin it all with a joke."

"Hey, let's just be grateful I never confessed to either of you with a pun," Danny laughed, wiggling his way up to wrap around Randy's shoulders as well, nuzzling at the back of his head. Randy tried not to tense up, pushing Andrew's head down when he saw the smirk. "Although I think that's how I came out to Andy."

"It was." Oh, Randy was not even surprised by that. "Mon cher, you should try right behind his-" Oh. Oh, it was so wonderful to be able to quiet Andrew with a kiss. Addicting. It was addicting to pull him closer, palm rubbing at that scratching jaw and tongue running over wicked sharp points that drew droplets of blood - what was close enough to blood - from himself. It didn't surprise him in the least that this riled Andrew up even more, the younger pushing closer and-

"Hey, keep it up and you're going to knock all of us off the couch." Danny's 'scolding' had them reluctantly breaking apart, Randy delighting in Andrew's bright flush. "Sorry, Randy, I might have been a bit cruel to him today."

"Oh? How so?" Rubbing his palm at Andrew's jaw and cheek some more, Randy pulled him close, indulging in touching and kissing him as much as he could. He had so much to make up for.

"I fucked him in an empty classroom while his students took a French test." It took a moment for the words to truly sink in, meaning lost on Randy for far longer than he would have liked. Danny's breathing and pulse were utterly calm - well, calm enough seeing at how riled up they all were - and his smile was wide and bright.

"You aren't kidding." Looking down to Andrew, Randy raised his eyebrows and gave a very judging look, suppressing every desire and urge to burst out into laughter.

"Time was stopped!"

"You had Clockwork, Master of Time, pause time just so he could fuck you during class?" God, why was that not even surprising him? Then again, Danny was the idiot who had fought the Ghost King when he was just fourteen.

"Probably saw us doing something really stupid," Danny hummed, sounding distracted as he kissed at Randy's neck, biting sharply. This time, Randy didn't even try to stop the moan that built up low in his throat. Why should he? Danny knew what he was doing - oh, he very much knew what he was doing. "Ooh, you really aren't holding back, are you?"

"I feel I should say something about going slow." Blinking at Andrew, Randy barely registered the words before he was pulled into a another kiss. "We've been going slow for months, though."

"Dude, we've been dating for months." Wha- They had not-! "Randy. Randy. C'mon, you know we have been."

"Maybe a little bit." Feeling lips near his neck again, Randy huffed and reached a hand back to sharply tug at Danny's hair, pleased at the quiet noise he heard. "That's really not helping me to keep a clear head."

"Who says we want you to have a clear head?" Andrew wiggled in just the right way to have Randy cursing his very existence for a moment before Andrew was kissing at Randy's cheek. "This time, dear one, none of your excuses are going to work."

"And just who-" Biting his lip as Danny nuzzled at the back of his head again, Randy quickly shoved Andrew's head down with another huff. "And just who says that I want to even come up with an excuse?"

"So you're not regretting throwing me against the wall-"

"I did not throw you-"

"-and pinning me down to where I couldn't move-"

"That was what Andy did to me, I did not-"

"-and stealing our first kiss before I could even try to struggle-"

"How do I shut him up?" Randy tried to not laugh like Andrew was, grin tugging on his lips anyway. "Andy, c'mon, I need to shut him up here."

"I'm afraid I have yet to find a way to accomplish that, although I can distract his attentions elsewhere." With that, Andrew pulled out one of the sweets Randy had baked, waving it in front of Danny's face. Not even a second later and the two were on the floor, Danny pinning Andrew to the floor and munching on his hardwon treat.

"You're right, that seems very effective." Leaning down, Randy indulged in cupping Danny's cheek and rubbing his thumb under the eye, raising an eyebrow when both Danny and Andrew looked at him in a very focused way. "Oh? And just what is all that about?"

"Nothing." Danny pressed into the touch, some of his manic energy leaving as a quiet purr built up inside him. "I wasn't expecting you to break today, you know."

"That's because I wasn't supposed to." Unable to keep away for longer than a minute, it seemed, Randy was on the floor beside them with his legs hooked over Andrew's lap and Danny sitting in his own. "Not even I thought I was cliche enough to break on Valentine's Day."

"It was the heart-shaped pancakes that did it," Andrew said, looking quite serious about the matter. "You have no one but yourself to blame."

"No, what did it was you two coming back." They weren't… He always thought it would be them and Randy. It wasn't ever supposed to feel like all three of them. "You weren't supposed to come back."

"Randy." This time it was Danny's hand against his cheek, the teen copying the rubbing motion perfectly. "We're always going to come back for you."

"Just like how you would always come back for us." Andrew had shifted so he was now pressed up against Randy's side, hand twining with his own. "It may have started as Danny and I, but now it's all of us."

"Get it?" Danny bumped his nose against Randy's, Randy unable to withhold a laugh at the action. "Things are still gonna be pretty weird and awkward for a while, maybe, but it's the three of us in it together."

"So whatever foolish notions you have in your head you had better get rid of." Okay, both of them were now sitting in his lap. Randy was very upset that he only hugged them both close, still drowning in the feelings and sensations coming off of the two. "Like Danny said, it's the three of us."

"Andy, Danny…" Randy laughed, hiding his face against Andrew's chest and shaking his head. "How long have you two been rehearsing that one?"

"Don't ruin the moment-"

"Oh, man, so long. We've had most of this planned out since before Christmas-"

"Danny!"

Randy couldn't help it. He had been destined to fall from the beginning. It was always going to be the three of them and… That was- It was just- ...For now, for this day and this moment, everything was absolutely…

Perfect.

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