Parker is short compared to me and downright tiny compared to Landon, but they’re not a small person in general. But the way Landon is cradling their body against his so easily has my imagination running rampant, conjuring up ideas that would make Parker glare and Landon blush.
They disappear into the bedroom, so I shake myself out of my stupor and shut off the TV before gathering Landon’s pillow and blanket.
My stomach gives a little flip. Hooking up is nothing new for me. I wouldn’t call myself a manwhore, but I do enjoy sex with a wide variety of people. I can’t say I’ve had a lot of sleepovers, though, so this will be a fun experience.
When I step into the bedroom, Landon is indeed in the center of the bed, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling on top of the blankets. “Where’s Parker?”
“Bathroom,” Landon says, glancing at me.
He looks half-terrified. “We didn’t even watch a scary movie,” I murmur, sitting beside him on the bed. I let my fingers dance across the blanket, getting closer and closer to Landon’s side.
My breath catches as the heat of his body reaches my skin, and tentatively, I brush my fingertip along his side. His body tenses, then relaxes, and he blows out a soft breath. “Is this okay?” I whisper.
He nods, not making eye contact. My eyes settle on his lips. Fuck, he’s so gorgeous. I want to taste him so badly, but now is not the time or place.
“Oof. The tension is high in here.”
Parker’s amused voice from the doorway snaps me out of it, and I pull my finger away from Landon.
“You’ve got a small bed.” I shrug, turning to look at Parker. Mistake, really. The dumbest thing I’ve done all night. “You’re sleeping in that?” Does my voice sound rough?
I feel Landon sit up behind me, and I hear him make a little choking sound.
Parker looks down at themself, then back up at us. “It’s a sleep shirt?”
“Is the sleep shirt designed to give me wet dreams?” I ask.
To my absolute shock, Parker’s cheeks turn bright pink. Oh Lord, I’m being tested. I’m being tested, and I’m going to fail.
“No,” Parker says, smoothing their hands over the baby-pink silky fabric clinging to their body. It barely falls mid-thigh, the silk accentuating their shape. “I can’t help it if you can’t control your dick. That’s embarrassing. How old are you?”
Old enough to know a fucking angel when I see one. Landon swallows, his throat clicking. I bet his cheeks are pink too. My cock throbs at the thought, but I can’t even drag my eyes away from Parker to check.
“What are you wearing to bed?” Parker asks. “Lan came in his PJs. What about you?”
“Boxers?” Why is it coming out like a question?
Parker smirks. “Sure. Well, I’m ready for bed. So—” They wave their hand through the air, and I finally get my shit together, clearing my throat and standing up to get undressed.
Landon wiggles under the blankets as Parker makes their way around the room to the other side of the bed. “Andalso,” they say while I hook my fingers in the waistband of my pants and push them down my legs. “It’s not a small bed. It’s a fucking California King. Which is a good thing, since you two are massive.”
Landon laughs. “What do you do in this big-ass bed anyway?”
Parker raises themself on an elbow, peering down at Landon. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I yank my shirt over my head just in time to see a flush crawl up Landon’s throat. Parker laughs. “I usually just starfish and take up the whole thing.”
“Not tonight,” I say, crawling into the bed and pulling the blankets over myself. Landon stiffens, and Parker and I both notice it. Their lips turn down, eyes darting to Landon’s face.
“You don’t have to sleep in my bed if you’re uncomfortable.”
There’s a slight edge of defensiveness in Parker’s voice. Not that they seem mad, more that they’re bracing for impact—for rejection.
“No, it’s okay,” Landon says softly. “It’s not… that. I’ve just never had a sleepover before.”
Parker relaxes. “A crime, really.” They flop down on the bed, moving around until they’re comfortable.
“I don’t know how I sleep,” Landon blurts out in a rush. “If I wake up spooning someone, I’d like to apologize in advance.”
Parker lets out a tinkling giggle. “I’m used to it. Darcy can’t ever stay on his own side of the bed.”
