À Trois
Selwyn was floating in the pleasant warmth of half wakefulness before skin slid against skin and he was catapulted into awareness.
There was an arm thrown lazily across his middle. Hair tickled his chin. A knee hooked around his own was what had woken him; Shylock stretching in his sleep. His own arm was pinned uncomfortably beneath Shylock's torso.
He knew he was stuck. They were so well entangled that there was no way Selwyn could get up without waking Shylock as well. With his free hand, he reached down to trail his fingers through Shylock's hair.
There was a muffled groan of irritation.
“Morning,” Selwyn said, amused.
Shylock gripped Selwyn's ribs and burried his head in Selwyn's shoulder.
“No,” Selwyn felt lips moving on his skin as Shylock tried to deny reality.
“Oh, yes,” Selwyn replied. “How're you feeling?”
That got a better reaction, and Selwyn filed it away for future reference as Shylock looked up, eyes still hazy with sleep.
“Fine, I was fine last night. I
told you,” he said.
“Just checking. Can I have my arm back, please?”
Shylock rolled off him, allowing Selwyn to slide his arm out from underneath.
“Thanks, it was going numb.”
They lay side-by-side in silence for a moment, Selwyn rubbing the feeling back into his arm.
“Shylock-”
“I should-”
They both laughed.
“Go,” Shylock said.
“
Are we an item now?” Selwyn asked.
“I don't think you're allowed to be an item if one of you is dating other people,” Shylock replied.
“That's what you want, isn't it?” he added, before Selwyn could speak.
“Not necessarily,” Selwyn replied. Still unsure himself, he thought he knew what Shylock wanted to hear.
“You're in love with Adrienne.”
“I'm in love with you.”
“With both of us.”
They lapsed into silence. He wasn't going to deny it.
“I don't mind,” Shylock said. “I wasn't serious yesterday.”
“You sounded serious.”
“Seriously annoyed,” Shylock replied. “But, I already knew about her, really. You told me you were in love with her the first time you came over.”
“Then...” Selwyn paused. “Why? Why were you annoyed if you already knew?”
Shylock sighed.
“Because,” he said, “I was angry at myself. I knew you were lying when you said she was just staying at yours but I told myself I could handle it, and obviously I couldn't. So I was angry.”
“Strictly speaking, she
is just staying there,” Selwyn said.
“I mean, she knows how I feel, but I have no idea what's going on inside her head,” he said. “That's why I came round that first time, I couldn't decide whether I should ask for advice or a shag.”
“You came to me for advice about women?” Shylock sounded disbelieving.
“You had a lot of girlfriends when we were at school,” Selwyn replied.
He wasn't sure why he sounded defensive. It was true; Shylock had been the playboy of Slytherin, if not the rest of the school. Not that Selwyn could ever fathom why. He'd never seemed to behave much nicer to any of the girls who fawned over him than he did to anyone else.
“Yeah,” Shylock snorted, “and one hundred percent of them were dating me to annoy their perfectly pureblood parents.”
“So you and Adrienne really aren't together?” he said.
“Well, I think she doesn't want to deal with me until everything with Kaiden's sorted out,” Selwyn explained. “Having said that, I doubt she'd be impressed if I flooed home and told her all about you.”
“Ah,” Shylock said. “You have an understanding.”
“No, Shylock. We have a misunderstanding,” Selwyn was becoming frustrated now. “That's kind of what I was maybe going to ask you about.”
Shylock shrugged.
“I'm all ears.”
“It's like, I'm trying to do the right thing by her, y' know? She's just come out of an abusive relationship so I don't want to rush her or make her uncomfortable or anything. But then she seems to think that's
all kinds of wrong.”
“Have you told her this?”
“It's hard enough getting her to stop apologising every time she speaks without explaining that emotional abuse is a real thing as well,” Selwyn said.
“Uh huh." There was a moment of silence. "Well, do you know what she does want?”
“Apparently, I need to initiate more.”
“When did she tell you that?”
“About three weeks ago.”
“And did you?”
“No! It just... ends up so awkward.”
“And you were preoccupied?”
“And I was preoccupied.”
“You're gonna have to improve your time management if you wanna make this work, love,” Shylock breathed, amused.
“This isn't funny.”
“No, I know. Anyway, you were fine surprising me last night. What's stopping you doing something like that with Adrienne?”
“It's not the same with her as it is with us.”
“Can I ask?”
“She's really shy,” Selwyn replied, “and she seems really naïve, but then she'll come out with something completely unexpected.”
“Such as?”
“She was teasing me once about how much more patient she is than me, and I said it didn't matter because I have a perfectly good relationship with my own hand,” Selwyn smiled.
“So you
were trying to get into her pants,” Shylock said.
“Not her pants. Maybe her bra,” Selwyn replied. “Anyway, then she says, like she's all disappointed, that she'd hoped I'd be thinking of her when I did that, but obviously she was wrong.”
“That's hot.”
Selwyn nodded. It kind of was hot now. At the time, he'd been thinking of other things.
“The thing is, she didn't even realise what she'd said until I repeated it back to her.”
“That's even hotter. I'm not seeing any shyness there.”
“Yeah, she is quite frank when she's talking about things. The shyness is more in her body language. It's uncomfortable and it makes me worry that she won't tell me if I cross a line.”
“So ask.”
“What?”
Shylock leaned across and kissed his boyfriend.
“Is this okay?” he whispered, not breaking eye contact.
“Um, yes?” Selwyn replied, not exactly sure what was happening.
Shylock smiled, ran his fingertips up Selwyn's chest and across his nipple.
“How 'bout this?”
“Uh huh,” Selwyn gasped, tipping his head back.
“Uh huh,” Shylock repeated thoughtfully.
He lowered himself by Selwyn's side, dropping his head to speak directly into Selwyn's ear.
His hand had moved low on Selwyn's body, but now it stopped.
“What d' you want, Lovely?”
“We can't,” Selwyn groaned. “I have to get upstairs.”
Shylock drew away immediately.
“Mmm, but you see what I meant about asking now,” he said.
“You tosser,” Selwyn replied, but his heart wasn't in it. “You were gonna get me all worked up to prove a point?”
“Let it never be said I don't know how to enjoy myself,” Shylock said. “And you might want to reconsider your choice of insult since a moment ago you were practically begging me to do exactly that.”
by Selwyn Thorfinn Sun May 17, 2015 11:16 pm
