He found them there, Dane half-reclined on top of Fox, his head resting on Fox’s shoulder with Fox’s arm around him. Colin’s heart swelled at the sight. This was a newer trend, and one unbelievably precious to him. As their bond had stabilized, as the three of them spent more time together, the twins had become increasingly physically affectionate with each other. It was like Dane had slowly let go of the last of his shame, his reservations, and now allowed himself the comfort he’d been so afraid of for so long.
Colin loved it—he could feel, through the bond the three of them shared, how it soothed their devils, to be in close contact like that. Just because it was a platonic bond didn’t mean they didn’t crave a cuddle now and again.
Not that it kept them from manhandling Colin every chance they got.
Case in point, Colin thought as Fox’s arm darted out to nab his wrist, tugging him until he fell bodily on top of them both.
“Hey,” he grumbled in protest, more out of habit than anything else.
Dane’s arm snaked around his waist, tugging Colin back against him. He patted Colin idly, his eyes on the TV.
Good thing they’d invested in another gargantuan couch.
“How’s your other boyfriend?” Fox asked, tugging at a lock of Colin’s hair.
Colin swatted at his hand. “Jay’s fine. He was just showing me the ropes.”
Colin had decided not to go back to DBC. Instead, he was going to help out at Jay’s animal shelter during the summers they’d be spending in Hyde Park. Animals were better than people anyway, and it would give him more time to work on his comics for Reilly—the one comic had quickly turned into a series, one Colin was going to publish at some point, if he could work up the courage.
But with the way Fox and Dane were hyping him up all the time, it was probably a matter of when, not if.
Colin glanced at the TV. “What are you two watching?”
“The 39 Steps,” Dane answered, still seemingly mesmerized by what was on-screen. “Hitchcock.”
“Scary?”
“No. Suspenseful.”
“Mm,” Colin hummed. It was clearly suspenseful enough to have Dane’s full attention. “Can we go running in the forest tonight? When this is over?”
He didn’t think he’d ever tire of the feeling of racing at full vamp speed. The energy he had now was like nothing else he’d experienced in his life. It was intoxicating, especially with his mates beside him, their devils in sync as they bounded through the trees.
“Tonight?” Fox asked—more of a whine, really—pulling Colin higher on the couch so he was more equally dispersed between them, Colin’s torso on his lap. “But we’re so cozy here.”
“We can be cozy after.”
“Or we could just”—Fox’s arm came around Colin’s chest, his thumb oh so casually brushing Colin’s nipple—“keep being cozy.”
Typical homebody Fox. Colin tilted his head back to peer up at him. “If you go running with me—no, if youcatchme, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
Fox leered down at him. “Oh, little lamb, we do whatever we want with you, anyway.”
“And if I prepped myself beforehand?”
There was a pause while Fox processed that, his mouth slackening slightly. He cleared his throat. “Slayer, correct me if I’m wrong, but are you offering to let us fuck you into the dirt?”
“Whoever catches me gets to,” Colin corrected, turning back to the TV screen.
There was another pause, and Colin could sense the twins looking at each other, wordlessly communicating in that way they liked to do sometimes. Dane had been silent so far, but Colin could feel his growing erection pressing against his backside. He knew Fox wasn’t the only one interested in his proposition.
Colin wasn’t above playing a little dirty to speed things along.
He pushed his body back against Dane’s, wiggling just the slightest bit against that telltale bulge. “What’s the holdup? You don’t want to fuck me?”
There was a softly muttered “Jesus” from Dane behind him.
Colin grinned to himself.
