Chapter 5 – We Ride with the Tide

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When Harry woke he felt rested and cheerful, the second of which confused him for a moment until he felt Jay stirring against his side, the Agraben still painted in a light flush as he struggled towards coherency. This would be the first time Harry witnessed Jay post-dream in real life, and it wasn't a disappointment. He pulled the covers back to reveal the groin of his borrowed-robe completely plastered to Jay's pelvis, the thief letting out a small whimper when he realized what happened.

"Perfectly natural, darlin'," Harry reminded him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head while he got to work helping Jay out of the robe. "Wanna share a shower?"

"Sure, if um- if we don't, um-"

"We don't have to have sex all the time," Harry said with a roll of his eyes, and then he was dragging naked Jay back into the restroom, pulling him into the shower that was fancy enough to have multiple heads because this place had apparently been designed for royalty, so they could do things like share a shower and not have to fight for water all the time.

"Shit, Harry," Jay said, making Harry realize this was the first time the Agraben had seen him completely naked, despite Harry having witness Jay bare himself many a time.

"Yeah, I know," Harry drawled, offering him a wink. "I'm hot shit, right?"

"You're insufferable is what you are," Jay muttered, but maybe he got a little worked up and maybe Harry helped him out because he was feeling like a real hero or whatever.

If that was the case, it was their business and no others.

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That day at lunch he was joined by both Doug and Jay, the latter of the two wearing a different variant of his pastel wardrobe.

"Hey, sugar," Harry drawled with a wink. "You're looking cute."

"Harry," Jay groaned, dragging a hand across his face.

"He isn't wrong," Doug offered with a hum, a light flush dusting his cheeks. "You do look very cute."

"And you're not so bad yourself, Douglass," Harry offered with a clap to his arm before he slipped his hand into Jay's. "Now let's get some fucking food, yeah?"

"Yes, that- yeah," Doug said, flustered for some reason.

Whatever, Harry redirected his attention to Jay. "Did Evie get started on a purse for ye?"

"Actually, um- yes," Jay admitted. "A couple."

"Always good to have options," Harry hummed, and that was that.

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"You can't avoid him forever," Evie said that night while she rode Dream Ben like a damn champ, Doug torn between watching her in open awe and savoring his own intense experience at the hands of a dominating Audrey, Jay moaning from Chad's lap, the blond prince mostly doting him with compliments and kisses and entirely neglecting the erection throbbing between his legs.

"Y-Yes, I can," Jay gasped, whining when Chad's hand brushed past his panties in insubstantial movements. "He thinks I did that on purpose."

"Well, maybe you did," Evie panted, grinning when Ben released a happy purr.

"I didn't," Jay snapped. "Carlos is dating Jane."

"Y-You're focusing on the wrong things," Doug gasped when Dream Audrey gave his rear a particularly hard smack. "T-These dreams allow us to experience things we wouldn't contemplate in real life. Perhaps you wanted Carlos to have the opportunity to experiment with guys."

"And lingerie," Jay groaned. "Sexy, sexy lingerie that he will never wear again."

"He'll stop freaking out eventually," Evie murmured. "And when he does, you need to stop avoiding him."

"Yeah, how bout we do that never?" Jay said, whimpering when Chad tugged up the hem of his skirt and started taking pictures of his ruffled panties.

"I want to see you come," Chad explained cheerfully, which may or may not have encouraged Jay to do just that a few moments later after receiving barely any stimulation.

"Evil," Jay moaned, flopping against Chad's shoulder while the blond finally touched him. "I'm sorry I was a dick to you in real life."

"Oh, now he's sorry," Audrey muttered, tossing her head with an angry sniff.

"Eh." Harry shrugged. "Better late than never."

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From then on, lunch became a sort of running trend. Jay would join Harry and Doug for lunch no matter how damn inconvenient it must be for him and Doug would pay for all of them without complaint, ignoring Jay the few times he offered to do so himself (the wallet issue was no longer a problem when he started wearing his new purses, which he did appreciate because then he always had snacks and weapons and a first aid kit).

Jay would always dress in his pastels and everyone would continue not to give a shit, except for the few teens that would stop them on the street and shyly request pictures because the lot of them were so fashionable.

Eventually, Evie started joining their mealtimes, which changed the dynamic into something Harry didn't completely understand and wasn't sure he liked, but he still got free food and the other three weren't bad company, so it seemed like a win to him. Sometimes they'd go back to Evie's cottage and have high tea or a picnic out in a secluded meadow she had for no other reason than she could, because she'd earned the money so she wanted a wealth of green space to call her own.

"Holy shit," Harry hummed on one such day when they were safely hidden in the shelter of sweeping trees. "Ye're a fucking great chef, Evie. We don't deserve the shit ye make."

"I'm glad you like it," Evie giggled around her own petit four or whatever the fuck they were called. "You can take some with you, if you like."

"Yes, please," Harry said, because Uma had impressed the importance of manners into him one way or another. "The others need to try these."

"Then by all means," Evie hummed, seeming victorious. "I'm glad we can have this. I'm glad we can be friends now."

"Sure as shit is more productive than being enemies."

"True." Evie nodded. "And um- I was thinking, and you can easily say no-"

"Evie," Jay said, seeming to know what she was talking about and flushing over it, which meant it probably had to do with either sex or his clothes.

"Jay enjoys putting on a show," she continued. "And Doug and I- we can't be intimate yet because of dwarven traditions, but…"

"Ye can watch?" Harry tried. "Ye two want to watch me beat Jay off or something?"

"If you don't mind," Evie said, flushing dark.

Harry shrugged, then turned his attention to Jay. "Is that something ye want to do?"

"Um." Jay stared at the ground as though wishing it would swallow him whole. "Would you be mad if I said yes?"

"Why the fuck would I be mad if ye said yes?" Harry asked. "I already knew ye were a bit of an exhibitionist."

"I knew there was something to that story you weren't telling," Evie gushed in victory, making Harry chuckle.

"Get in my lap, stupid," Harry told Jay, and surprisingly enough the Agraben followed his suggestion, bashfully settling himself into Harry's lap with a flush. "Remember that color system?"

"I haven't forgotten," Jay huffed.

"Just checkin'," Harry said, because he sure as shit wasn't going to become one of those assholes on the Isle. Bothering Jay in his dreams was one thing, doing it in real life was another.

With that, he eased a hand between Jay's legs, cupping his groin and slowly teasing it until Jay let out small whimpers.

"Harry," the thief groaned as he began to fill out his panties, and only then did Harry tug his pants down, exposing those stretched tight panties for a moment before he eased those out of the way as well.

"Oh," Evie gasped, seeming to lean into Doug as they both watched Jay's length waver in the air.

"Yeah, he's a real beaut," Harry said, taking his time teasing Jay up and down. "Feelin' good, darlin'?"

"F-Faster," Jay panted, his legs trembling. "Faster, please."

"Okay," Harry said, obliging him. He and Audrey must have made Jay more free than they intended because under their stares he got worked up faster than he ever had before, a string of whimpers eagerly spilling from his mouth. "Why don't ye two say how pretty he is?"

"You're gorgeous," Evie said, not hesitating a second. "That you trust us enough to watch this, we're honored."

"You're so responsive, baby," Doug said, and Harry was surprised how much the pet name struck him, how appropriate and yet baffling it seemed coming from Doug. "Look at you, getting so wet."

"Guys," Jay whined, hiding his face in the curve of Harry's neck.

"There's no need to be shy, darlin'," Harry said. "Everyone here supports ye."

"E-Even you?"

"Yes, even me, shithead," Harry drawled. "I'm not doing this just so I can get one up on ye."

And apparently that was as good as a declaration of affection or whatever because Jay fell apart the next moment with a shout, his head falling back against Harry's shoulder while he eagerly rutted into his hand.

When it was over, Doug cleaned him off with a handkerchief and Evie helped Harry guide Jay back into his clothes, the Agraben whimpering all the while.

"So," Harry said when they were done. "I think we should get take out from now on."

"Oh," Evie hummed, her smile sweet and mischievous. "Most definitely."

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That was how they gained a new lunch routine that just about always took them back to Evie's cottage. They would eat, pass small talk and catch up, and then Harry would jerk Jay off, or he'd finger him slowly, or he'd let Jay give him a fumbled but enthusiastic blowjob.

Most of the time it ended with his panties soiled, and Evie would make a show of tutting before she helped Harry change him into a fresh set.

"Guys," Jay whined the one time they did stuff in the living room, because even though they had the house to themselves, there was always the chance that someone could come in at any moment.

"We've got you," Evie would sooth, and then Jay would fall apart, and that would be that.

Sometimes Jay changed into skirts for their cottage meals and- honestly, it was like he wanted Harry to be entirely distracted. Half the time Harry ended up easing Jay's skirt up his thighs until they could see his panties, and then the three of them would watch him get hard and wet, waiting until Jay was whimpering before they actually touched him. It was always a thrill to sneak a hand up Jay's skirt, and one time Evie had given him a vibrator, making Harry wonder if Jay had told her about the school dream but deciding it ultimately didn't matter when he teased the front of Jay's length with it.

"Very pretty," Doug would say when he eased Jay's panties off, and then they all worked together to clean up his mess.

You know, like good friends did.

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Of course with all that Harry still received the occasional nighttime visit from Jay when the Agraben knew he had the house to himself.

On one notable occasion he brought Doug and Evie along with him, and the couple sat and watched Harry take apart sexy schoolgirl Jay, spanking him as per Evie's request until Jay fell apart without Harry even having to touch him. One time he came as a sexy pirate asking for his captain's review, and Harry sincerely hoped Uma didn't mind him temporarily claiming her position while he helped Jay raise the main sail, and all that.

That night, Jay was a sexy maid, and after some mild roleplay where he'd attempted some cleaning efforts that mostly flashed his panties, he asked Harry if there was anythinghe could do for his master and fell to his knees, eagerly mouthing at Harry's groin.

The first mate let him at it, but didn't come in Jay's mouth. The guy wasn't ready for that yet, as much as he insisted otherwise. No, instead Harry got to work pulling out that butt plug Jay had in and easing the Agraben onto his back, coaxing his legs around Harry's hips so Jay could watch him kiss up his neck while Harry fucked him nice and good.

"H-Harry," Jay panted, his hands clutching onto Harry's shoulders. "Yeah, just like- yeah."

"I've got ye," Harry murmured, a familiar platitude. "I've got ye, sweetheart."

"Master," Jay whined, his hips shifting to meet Harry's ruts. "I'm um- I'm very close. Can I, I um…"

"Ye can," Harry soothed. "When you're ready, ye go ahead and come in your panties."

"Harry," Jay croaked, head falling back against the pillow with a flush. "I-"

Whatever he was about to say was cut off by movement behind them, Harry's door opening despite the fact that he'd locked it, and the answer as to how became immediately obvious when he saw Uma lingering in the doorway, her brows furrowed with concentration.

Jay froze, his expression shifting into one of flushed horror, causing him to clench down around Harry in a ruthless fashion.

To Uma's credit, it only took her a moment to recover. "You guys have a safe word?"

"Of course we fucking have a safe word," Harry snapped, somewhat annoyed. "We have a whole fucking system in place, what do ye take me for?"

"Someone who keeps secrets," Uma drawled, pinning an unimpressed look at him. "Since I had no idea this was happening. For all I know, this is blackmail."

Jay whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut like he wished the ground would swallow him whole.

"It's not," Harry said. "But it is private, so-"

"Just say I'm stupid and get out of here," Jay muttered, his expression wrought with humiliation, eyes welling with a distinct moisture that could lead to tears.

The words, of course, made Uma pause, because she'd been dealing with similar shit from Gil for a very long time. "If you're having a good time, it's not stupid," she said, strolling over towards the bed and taking a seat on the edge. After a moment's hesitation, she reached out, cupping Jay's cheek. "You look very pretty, Jay."

Jay squeezed his eyes shut. "You don't- you don't have to be nice."

"Do I come across as a person who is excessively nice?" Uma countered. "Have I ever bullshited you once we became allies?"

"No?" Jay panted, risking a glance up at her.

"Then why would I start now?" Uma said. "We fucking saved the world. If you want to dress like a sexy bitch and get fucked by Harry, more power to you, you fucking earned it."

"That's what I said," Harry grumbled, reaching below Jay's skirt and giving his groin a firm squeeze. "Walking around the place like he isn't sex incarnate whatever he wears."

"The one time you try to be humble," Uma mused, aiming a fond grin at Jay. "Now, you want me to stay and watch or do you want me to fuck off?"

"She wouldn't offer if she didn't want to," Harry reminded Jay before turning back towards Uma. "He just thinks you're being nice again."

"Come on, Jadir," Uma said, rolling her eyes. "Get over yourself."

"Um- okay," Jay said, flushing dark. "You can- you can watch, but if it starts to get dumb-"

"It won't," Uma assured him and then Harry got to business.

He would have thought having captain bear witness to his would have made him worse, but instead he was invigorated by her catcalls, desperate to ensure he did a good job so he was extra thorough, making sure to show off Jay's panties as he teased his length through the delicate material.

"M-Master," Jay groaned, clutching to him. "Harry!"

He fell apart with a shout and Uma rewarded him with kisses pressed against the top of his head while Harry let himself go, until he finally pulled out of Jay and took care of his condom.

"Would ye like me to clean ye off, princess?" Harry asked, nuzzling Jay's shoulder. "Ye did a good job."

"Fuck yes, you did," Uma said, running a hand through Jay's hair. "And if you'd ever like to be dominated by a lady, I'll be there for you."

"Fuck," Jay moaned, a small shudder running through his body.

Harry found himself quite intrigued by that response. "Ye want captain to help me get ye clean?"

The answer to that question was yes, and Uma seemed to relish giving Jay a handjob while she sucked the remnants of Harry's slick off Jay's tongue with enough insistence that Harry was feeling a bit warm.

"You and us," Uma said when they eased Jay into bed in a silky robe Harry had procured for such purposes. "Three days, wear a sundress."

"Okay," Jay said, flushing when Uma climbed right into bed with him, which Harry would be upset about but he found he wasn't, because Jay was sort of like Gil now in that he was something special that needed to be protected. "You should join us for lunch sometime."

"You know," Uma said in what was perhaps the greatest turn of events. "I think I will."

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Probably the greatest development in all this was that it got Uma to actually take a break for food instead of stubbornly working through her lunch, and that was how the rest of them were treated to Uma relentlessly teasing Jay while he whimpered and shook in her hold.

Uma also seemed to greatly enjoy when Jay wore skirts and made a point to compliment his panties with Harry until Jay was hard from their words alone.

"I should be mad at you," Uma informed Harry. "For not telling me about this shit, but I'm guessing Jay's still shy?"

"Tried to respect his privacy, captain," Harry offered with an apologetic shrug, and for whatever reason, that earned him a damn kiss.

Evie and Doug followed Jay to the beach house a few days later, and the three of them were treated to Uma ravishing Jay in the ocean with her tentacles for real, Jay writhing in her clutches while she ground a tentacle between his legs.

"Oh fuck," Evie gasped, fanning herself as she pressed her thighs together. "Oh wow."

Doug didn't seem offended by this response, seeing as he himself was sporting a noticeable interest from the proceedings.

"What the fuck do ye need to do to prove you're worthy enough to get it on with her?" Harry asked. "And other people?"

Doug flushed down to his toes. "I- I have to craft a great work."

"And ye haven't done that yet?" Harry asked.

"I have for Evie," Doug said. "I was still working on the ones for you and Jay."

There was a weight to that statement, one Harry knew he would be better off not looking into.

He narrowed his eyes in thought. "Those traditions say if I can kiss ye right now?"

"It's encouraged," Evie hummed, and seeing as she was the smart one, Harry went ahead and took her at her word, dragging Doug into a kiss that left him gasping.

"Shit," Doug whimpered when he pulled back, his hips rutting forward hopefully.

"Compose those songs, Douglass," Evie murmured. "And you should probably write something for Uma too."

"A-Already started on it," Doug admitted, and with sweettalk like that, Harry obviously had to kiss him again.

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It took Doug a month to finish the pieces, and by that time school was back in session, meaning Harry's workload decreased somewhat. He was now on an altered schedule where he caught up with his own schooling during the day with Gil and chased after Isle refugees during the night. Uma was still working on legislature work and Jay, Evie, Doug, and Chad were all attending Auradon University.

They lost a lot of Jay to Tourney practice, and the Agraben wasn't comfortable wearing his pastels on campus but he still made a dedicated effort to join them for lunch and in the evenings. It was give and take, and eventually he'd get there, but until then all they cared about was his happiness, so they didn't look into it. They spent a lot of time at the beach house since Jane and Carlos were still at Evie's cottage and they didn't want things to be weird, but still, it was good, and seemed to be even better now that Jay wasn't having his weird dreams anymore.

Instead, Harry would spend the nights recreating what he'd done with the others for Audrey, and maybe that was a violation of privacy but in truth, he wouldn't have any of it without her interference, and she seemed to appreciate the fact that he kept her in the loop.

"I will admit," she murmured while she leaned against his shoulder, watching Doug eat Evie out for the first time. "When I first met you I didn't think 'I will one day like this asshole as much as Chad'."

"I rank that high?" Harry asked, genuinely flattered. "Ye've gone soft, Audrey."

"And you're hard," she cackled, groping between his legs with a wink, and since she was feeling playful he sat back and let her have her fun, his heart feeling light and for once, Harry not wondering when the other shoe would drop.

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"Evil," Jay whimpered as he shakily poured out glasses of champagne, done up in full drag that included a vicious smokey eye and a dress so short it showed off his black silk underwear every time he slightly leaned over.

They were all together for the scene that night, Jay acting as 'hostess' for a pretend cocktail party while the rest of them dressed up in fancy clothes and waited for the moment Jay would no longer be able to hold out. They'd been taking turns teasing him, brushing past him in deliberate touches that left him shivering until he was obviously hard. Eventually they'd call him out on it and ponder how to 'fix' the problem as a group, but in the moment it was fun to watch him fumble for coherence, his bottom lip firmly gripped between his teeth as he tried not to spill any of their drinks.

"I swear," Uma drawled while Jay was pouring the beverages, the lot of them maintaining a steady stream of conversation to make Jay even more frustrated. "Mal was going to set the dumb bitch's desk on fire and at that point, I was willing to help her. Thank goodness Evie swept in and saved the day, or else Mal and I would probably be in a holding cell right now."

"I didn't do that much," Evie insisted with a pleased flush, looking unfairly stunning in the tight red dress she had selected for the evening, doing her damnedest to be as equally distracting as Jay.

"Sounds like ye did," Harry hummed, sliding his hand from Jay's lower back to his rear to give it a firm squeeze. "In fact, it sounds like ye did so much that ye deserve a reward."

"Do I?" Evie hummed, gaze coy but unable to hide a distinct surge of excitement. "What kind of reward?"

"What kind do you want?" Uma countered, grinning at the frustrated twist of Jay's lips.

"There's a good chance Evie forgot to put on underwear," Doug offered with a smirk. "So I think she knows exactly what kind of reward she'd like."

"Is that so, princess?" Uma grinned, wasting no time wrapping an arm around Evie, the princess blushing when Uma ducked a hand under her skirt, letting out a small gasp when Uma must have hit paydirt. "Well, hot damn."

"Ye hungry, captain?" Harry asked, ignoring Jay's small whimper. "Think princess wouldn't mind if ye wanted a snack."

"Don't mind if I do," Uma hummed, tugging Evie over to the couch and spreading her out on it until she could urge that skirt higher, hooking Evie's legs onto her shoulders so she could dive in and start lapping at those flushed folds.

"Ye need anything, Doug?" Harry asked casually as they watched the two ladies go at it, Evie's head thrown back with a happy moan. Jay let out another small whine, and Harry finally deigned to pay him some attention. "Do ye need something Jay?"

"N-No," Jay whimpered, rutting his hips against the side of the counter. "I'm um- I'm fine."

"Are ye?" Harry asked, sharing a look with Doug before each of them closed in on either side of Jay. "Ye aren't thinking that maybe ye'll take your panties off in solidarity?"

"Harry," Jay whined, somehow managing to flush darker.

"None of us would mind," Doug hummed. "And… I'll be honest," he said, lowering his voice. "I am feeling a bit peckish, and it's your job as host to keep us full, so…"

"Doug," Jay breathed as they started easing down his panties.

"Do ye think ye can manage that?" Harry asked. "Or shall I take over from here?"

"N-No, I can- I can do it," Jay gasped. "T-Thanks, I can-"

A door creaked, and Harry paused because it was so out of place. Evie and Uma were still on the couch, the rest of them were accounted for in the kitchen, there was no reason for a door to creak unless-

Harry looked over towards the front and caught Gil and Chad frozen in the entryway wearing matching expressions of gobsmacked confusion.

"Shit," Jay breathed, abandoning the scene and hanging his head in shame.

"Um," Gil said, flushing dark. "Evie said you were having a party? So I thought- I mean, I k-know you didn't want to bother us 'cuz it was our anniversary, but um- but…"

"Parties are always fun!" Chad offered brightly, trying to step up while Gil seemed to be floundering. "So that was- that was why we came. We didn't know about…" His gaze drifted over towards Jay and darkened exponentially. "You look really pretty, Jay."

"Fucking hell," Jay muttered, his throat bobbing in rough swallow.

"Gilly," Uma said, pushing Evie's skirt down and wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand. "This wasn't meant to hurt you."

"It's not?" Gil asked, his eyes getting all wet with emotion. "Because you guys are doing sex stuff without me and I could- I mean, I could have probably helped maybe. Chad and I together, I mean."

"They probably didn't want me, though," Chad said, his feigned confidence replaced with open sorrow. "That's probably why they didn't tell you."

"Fucking- we didn't tell ye because we didn't think ye'd be interested, Gilly," Harry said, feeling frustrated and lost in the wake of Gil's hurt and scrambling to fix the situation. "Ye already have your prince."

"And Evie already has Doug," Gil pointed out. "But you still invited her."

Harry opened his mouth. Closed it.

Figured. Gil was good at determining effective arguments that Harry had never considered. It was his inherent gift because no one suspected him capable of such things.

"You make a fair point," Uma said. "Would you two like to join us?"

"Uma," Jay murmured, shifting to hide more behind Harry.

The captain shot him an unimpressed look. "They already told you how pretty they think you are," she pointed out. "Boys – what happens here stays here, you gotta remember that, and as long as you do, you can play with us."

"Really?" Gil asked, immediately perking up. Chad looked a bit more uncertain beside him, likely assuming he was being included merely because of his attachment to Gil, making Harry sigh.

"Really," Harry said, knowing that the others liked Gil well enough to not mind the inclusion. "That includes ye, Chad. It's not a pity invite."

"Um." Chad fidgeted slightly. "I wouldn't be offended if it was, though. I mean, I'd understand it."

"You've already got our approval by taking good care of Gilly," Uma said. "We know you'd take good care of us too. Now, you two-" She pointed to them. "Start pleasuring Jay, and don't forget to use the color system."

"Oh boy," Gil said, eagerly dragging Chad over to where Jay was trying to hide behind Harry. "Hey, Jay. You look super sexy and we'd like to make you feel good."

"Get him between ye on the couch and shove yer hands in his panties," Harry advised, and while he had expected Gil to eagerly follow his suggestion, it was a bit stranger to see Chad do the same as well. Both Jay and Chad seemed a bit shy, but Gil was good with giving a steady stream of encouragement that ended with Jay in his lap and Chad posed in front of them, both of the blonds' hands tucked up under Jay's skirt so they could get to work jerking him off.

"Wow," Doug said, a pretty flush spreading across the bridge of his nose. "Um."

"Ye gonna compose them songs too?" Harry asked, wrapping himself around Doug's back and palming a hand between his legs to earn another one of those delicious whimpers.

"Um." Doug shuddered. "I um- I may have already started something."

"Douglass," Harry whispered. "Ye get a wandering eye without telling Evie?"

"I didn't mean to," Doug whimpered. "Just- they're so good together."

"Yeah, I fucking know it," Harry said, internally preening. "But that kind of non-communication deserves a punishment, don't ye think?"

"Spank me?" Doug asked, flushing dark, and maybe Harry did just that, trading out halfway so Uma could offer her own punishments while Harry rewarded Evie, and all the while Chad and Gil traded kisses with a moaning Jay, whose legs parted wide to accommodate for their enthusiastic efforts.

It was, Harry realized, likely an inevitable development considering how close Gil was to them.

Harry could only hope that Audrey wouldn't be angry.

-:-:-

Endnotes:

Spoiler alert – She's not.

To clarify, it is like, Chad and Gil's six week anniversary or whatever, not a proper one, but I didn't feel like doing the math to specify that much exactly so I just left it out.

Until next time :)