“Dickheads, I know that. I-I mean—what the fuck?”
“Brain glitching?”
Leah turned around and slapped Chris’s chest. “Did you just bang her together?”
“Jesus, you’re acting as if I just offended all your gods.” He rubbed his pec. “It’s not that weird.”
Her mouth closed and opened, but no sounds came out. Chris knew what was in her head, though;friends and sex usually end up badly, sex within bands can fuck things up… And she wasn’t wrong. Itusuallywas like that. Not with them.
“It is weird,” she deadpanned. “Not the threesome, but you doing it together. I didn’t know you—”
“It’s not the first time.” The bassist shrugged, surprising Chris with his bluntness.
Marc was one of the most honest people he’d ever met, but he never kissed and told. Sure, they had made comments about their sexcapades, but he never got into specific details about any of his hookups. Which is why Chris had figured he hadn’t said anything more about them. As for him… While he had no issues with bragging about his conquests, this was different, and a part of him wanted to keep it a secret. Not out of shame, just to keep those memories to himself for a little longer without having to listen to his friends offering opinions he hadn’t asked for.
“How long has it been going on?” Leah asked, crossing her legs on the couch as she side-glanced at Søren.
“For a while,” Chris admitted. “But only a few times.”
“So it’s like‘my dick’s itching, let’s bang and see you next time’kind of thing?”
“You could say that.” Chris shrugged with a chuckle, glancing at Marc, who was currently biting his bottom lip. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” She tilted her head.
“We’re not together, just sharing partners when the opportunity arises,” Marc clarified, flashing her a stern look Chris didn’t understand.
“Oh,” Leah said, disappointed.What even. “So, hmm… how was it?”
“You didn’t just ask that!” Chris cackled.
She never judged,never. That was one of the qualities he liked the most about her, but he was definitely expecting her to be mad or to scold them with a mom attitude, calling them out for jeopardizing the band or something.
“I’m just curious.” She pouted.
She. Pouted.
“Wipe that look off your face.” Chris covered it with a hand, getting his palm licked in response. “Ew, you’re disgusting.”
“Says the man who just shagged a chick together with his friend.”
“As if you’ve never done it before.”
“It was a thousand years ago and only twice.”
“Still counts.”
“No, it doesn’t.” She pinched a few hairs on his thigh and pulled. “Plus, both times I was so drunk I hardly remember shit, assclown.”
This was mostly it with them every time. Although they could sit and have conversations like every respectable adult out there, this was the way they communicated better. Between jokes, witty remarks, and insults. Chris loved it. The slight blush of embarrassment on her cheeks, the laughter, the banter. It wastheirthing, and he wished it would never change.
“Ask Søren to do a threesome one night to give you a reminder.”
“Hell no,” the Norseman, who had been watching the whole conversation unfold with a stoic expression, almost growled.
“What? Why?” Leah asked, although she wasn’t truly interested.
From the little she remembered, and keeping in mind it had been with her asshole of an ex, her experience hadn’t been that good. Besides, she’d told Chris once that she was more than okay with just one skillful peen to satisfy her needs.
