A/N: This is a crosspost from my ao3 account, so I had to edit it and make it a little less detailed.
Things were falling apart, that much was obvious. Perhaps it was time for him to confront Christine and Raoul- to see where they stood with each other. He wasn't going to be upset if they'd realized they no longer had feelings for him. He wasn't an easy man to look at or to love sometimes. As long as they were upfront with him, he was sure that they could work something out- even if that meant him moving out. Maybe absence and time apart would help the heart grow fonder again. Maybe it wouldn't. These were the things that he wanted, no needed, clear answers on.
He'd fully intended to start the conversation when finally got home, but as soon as he entered the living room, he had his arms full of a scantily clad Christine. It was rather hard to be upset when she was kissing his neck the way she was- but he tried to. He really did. It only became harder to hold on to the mood when Raoul joined in, grabbing his hips from behind and pressing against him. He bit his bloated lower lip when he felt the younger male grind against him slightly. What little bit of will that he had managed to hold onto slipped through his fingers the moment Christine leaned finally pressed a kiss against his lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her against him as he returned it.
Christine only pulled away when both of them were sufficiently breathless, and though Erik had questions about what had brought this on, he didn't have time to ask them. Raoul had decided he was going to start working at the older man's neck, getting him to tilt his head to the side slightly to allow more access. He was only vaguely aware of Christine unbuttoning his shirt and trailing her fingers down his torso. It got the slightest of shivers out of him.
"I think we should take this to our room. It's been far too long since I've had this ass, Christine." Raoul drawled, squeezing the other male's ass. He and Erik often switched, but it had been a few months since the older man had been on the receiving end.
"That's a great idea. I really want him between my thighs anyways." Christine purred, only blushing the slightest bit. She grabbed Erik's tie and tugged on it gently, leading him towards the bedroom. He willingly followed. Raoul was close behind, never looking away from the older man's ass even once.
Awhile later, Erik collapsed down on the bed, panting and laying there pliantly. While Erik tried to regain his composure, his younger lovers wandered off to get cleaned up. He only vaguely noticed Christine giggling about something that Raoul had whispered to her before the door was shut and the shower was turned on.
Erik staggered to his feet and gave a heavy breath. He immediately changed the sheets and the blankets before grabbing himself a towel. It would seem that he was going to be using the guest bathroom. Again. Once he was finished getting clean, he headed back into the bedroom to see Christine and Raoul curled together as tightly as they could imagine. He pulled on some pajama pants and joined them, pressing himself against Christine's back but there was little reaction from her or her lover.
He should've never expected any different. He scooted away once more and contented himself with the far side of the bed. He shifted minimally in his attempts to get comfortable before he gave up and headed down to the living room.
It wasn't like they'd notice anyways.