I've finally mastered the guitar riff on the song I've been practicing over and over again on my electric guitar.

My headphones are on but I can feel the soft footsteps across the floor.

All of a sudden, the music surrounds me. The red light illuminates the room.

The shadows and silhouettes of both of them are touching me, grasping at me, swallowing me up whole.

I'm nothing and everything, all at once. I feel incredible as their hands cover my whole body.

I tilt my head back as they sink below me, kissing and worshipping me, on their knees.

I'm drowning in them and I'm loving every single second of it.

I never want to leave - It's all I've ever wanted. To drown in them. To be owned by them.

To feel...like I belong...

Suddenly, I'm thrusted into reality. My eyes open and I take in what's happening around me. To me.

I'm in my room. It's early morning judging by the soft morning sun shining in through the window. I look down at my waist and see Asher, laying below me with my incredibly hard dick soaked in his beautiful mouth.

"Oh shit" I moan.

"Sh, you're okay." Cameron's soft voice whispers in my ear. I turn my head to see Cameron pressed into my side. His forehead rests on my temple as he holds on to my hand. I didn't even realize I was grasping him so hard. "You're almost there. You're taking his mouth so well." He praises softly. My eyes roll back as Asher continues to bob up and down on my dick.

I'm not used to taking a backseat like this but these two were tricky and caught me off guard. I feel at a loss, my body is completely at their disposal.

My dick feels painfully erect and I can feel the pressure in my groin already ready to explode.

I try to breathe deeply out my nose to quiet my moans but Asher makes sure that doesn't last as he licks and flicks my tip with his tongue.

I lean my head back into the pillow as Cameron buries his mouth in my neck. "There you go. Just let go. Let us take care of you." He whispers, pressing soft kisses to my pulsepoint.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come–" I moan. Asher takes this as incentive clearly since he sucks lower and harder on my dick. I let out a groan as my dick pulses down his throat. Cameron quickly lays kisses and nibbles me gently along my jawline while I ride through the waves of my orgasm. I reach for Asher. I want him up here with Cameron. I want them both on me as I slowly come back down to earth.

He obliges, crawling up to meet me but right before he plants a kiss to my lips, he steers off to kiss Cameron. I watch as Cameron opens his mouth, accepting my cum, happily, as Asher pours it on his tongue.

I watch, bewildered, as Cameron and Asher play with my come, licking and spilling it into each other's mouth.

"You two are wild," I hear myself say out loud.

They break a part and both give me devilish grins.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want some?" Asher laughs, attaching his lips to mine. I moan into his mouth as I can taste his delicious taste mixed in with my own come and...Cameron.

Cameron's lips were here.

The thought lights up a dirty part of my mind and it urges me to keep going. To taste him through Asher. I grip the back of Asher's head to pull him in closer to me. I want to taste them both.

I never thought...but maybe...fuck.

"Woah, someone's still horny." Cameron laughs beside us.

I pull a part from Asher and look at his plush, puffy lips. He pants above me, trying to catch his breath. He smiles down at me while pushing some of his brown hair off of his face.

"Sorry, I—" I breathe. "I got carried away there." I smile, pulling my sweatpants back up around my waist.

"No, it's good. I like it when you let yourself feel good. You need to do more of that." Cameron laughs, patting me on the chest. I look over at him and I feel my heart speeding back up.

There's a need I can't deny that I've never noticed before.

Could I want...

No, that's so wrong...

I couldn't...could I?

As though he's registering that I'm thinking deeply, his smile starts to fall from his face.

"So, what should we do today?" Asher claps, waking me up from my thoughts. Cameron and I both avert our gaze and focus back to Asher who's sitting up on my lap.

"It's Saturday, none of us work today and–"

Suddenly one of our phones buzzes from my nightstand.

"Oh, come on." Cameron groans. I reach across him to grab my phone and pass the others to the both of them.

"Not me." I sigh, flopping back down to the bed.

"Not me. Fuck yeah." Cameron cheers. I roll my eyes at that since we all know he doesn't currently work anyways. He can thank our parents for that.

"Dammit. It's me. I got called in." Asher sighs, laying down on the bed between us. "Just when things were getting good." He shakes his head, closing his phone.

I can't help but laugh. What exactly was he expecting with a day off with the two of us?

Images of the three of us flash through my mind and I gulp, pushing the thoughts down.

Nerves rush through me as I realize now it'll just be Cameron and I home alone...all day...together...

Something so innocent before just got a little complicated.

"Don't worry, babe. We'll save some cum for you when you get home." He laughs, pushing Asher off of me and landing on top of him.

"Fuck off." Asher swats him with the pillow.

They go back and forth, wrestling and hitting each other with the pillows on my bed before I realize this is a little too high energy in the morning for me.

"Wait, where are you going?" Asher pants, dropping his hands from the pillow he was just smacking Cameron with.

"Coffee. You both better be out of my bed when I get back." I say before leaving the room.

"Oh, there's no way." Cameron pushes my face away like the little shit that he is. I grab his arm quickly, twist it, and hold it against his back. "Okay, fuck. Let me go." He pleads.

"Not until you admit it." I say, pulling tighter. He arches his back and winces which makes me laugh.

"Shit, okay, okay. You can do more pushups then me, you bastard." He bites out.

I free his hand and shake my head. "When will you learn?"

He blows his hair out of his eyes and resumes position on the ground in front of me. "I hate that you always resort to violence. You know you can use your words, right?"

I begin pushing up into my set of pushups. He's been annoying me all day, as per usual which has been nice. As persistent as he is, I'll choose this any day over the radio silence I had to suffer through a few days ago without him.

I hated that.

"Always fighting. Never soft, nice touches...10...11..." He continues.

I roll my eyes. "I snuggled you this morning while we watched Greys. You give me no credit at all." I scoff. "...13...14."

"One episode, Hayd. You gave me one episode. What am I supposed to do with that? We might as well not even watched anything at all...21...22..."

I looked up at him through my hair. There's a reason why I could only watch one episode. It's because my brain was too fucking loud and I couldn't think straight and had to come out here to workout.

Which of course, it didn't help at all and now here I am, watching him and his sculpted muscles pushing himself up and down on the grass.

Fuck, and the sounds he's making is sounding a whole lot like how he did last night...

I squeeze my eyes shut.

Fucking, dammit. Shit!

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you counting or what?" He huffs, slowing down.

I shake my head and try to get back in the zone. "Yeah, keep going. 24...26..." His veins in his arms are strained, running up his arms and over his shoulders. "28...32...24..." I mutter under my breath. His hair is damp with sweat much, hanging in front of his face. Why have I never noticed before how sexy that looks? I mean, if I was Asher I would think that was really sexy.

"Dammit, Hayd. You're throwing me off. Your counting is all over the place." He breathes out, flopping on the ground and turning over on to his back.

I groan, sitting on my butt, burying my head into my crossed arms. "This is weird, isn't it weird for you?" I huff.

Cameron's eyes slowly drift to mine. "What are you talking about?" He pants.

I roll my eyes and look away, back to the house. "I saw your dick, Cameron. I know what you sound like when you come. I...I helped you..." I stopped.

Cameron immediately rolled to his front and sat up beside me. "What the fuck are you talking about Hayd? You're freaking out about that?"

My eyes go wide as I look back at him. "Well, shouldn't I be? Isn't the normal thing to freak out? Why aren't you?"

"You and Asher asked me to do this." He squints. "And now you're freaking out about it?"

"I know." I say, burying my hands in my hair. "I know but...I had thought it was going to be us sharing Asher not..." I sigh, feeling defeated. I don't even know what I'm trying to say.

Cameron nods his head. "You didn't think anything would happen between you and I." He states.

My mouth falls open as I look back at him. That's not exactly what I mean...I mean, yeah– I didn't think anything was going to happen between us. But, also...

I think back about Asher calling me afraid and immature.

I don't want to be that guy anymore.

"You're just...I don't think I'd survive if I lost you." I admit.

"Who ever said you'd lose me? Till the end of the world, remember?" He said, holding on to my arm.

I look down at his hand gripping my tattooed forearm. This is my brother. My twin brother and somewhere in the last 24 hours, he's blurred over into another category that I'm way too in my head about labeling.

"You're freaking out." He says under his breath.

"I'm freaking out." I agree.

He straightens up his posture. "How about then, whatever we do, we do for Asher. No guilt. No shame. We're in this for him. That's all." Cameron shrugs.

I think this over. Is that what was freaking me out? I don't know...

"Sure. Whatever." I answer, shrugging my shoulder. I bite my lip ring and watch as Cameron assesses my face.

I know that should've solved it but I can't help but feel like that's not what I was freaking out over.

"Okay, it's settled." He states.

"Yeah." I nod my head.

"Cool."

"Cool. I'm going to take a shower." I roll my eyes and push up off the ground.

He drops his hand off of my arm and watches me as I leave.

"For the record, I did more pushups than you." He calls out. I flip my middle finger up as I walk into the house.

I duck my head under the shower head, letting the water stream down on over me.

I can't get them out of my mind. I'm supposed to be the level-headed one. The calm one. The all-knowing, cool, collected one. Now, I can honestly say that I don't know shit all.

I rub my hand over my face. Being with both of them last night and then again this morning...I can't help but feel so...at peace? As though it's exactly what I've been wanting for so damn long.

And that freaks the hell out of me because it was never supposed to get this far. I was supposed to push Asher away like I do to everyone else but somehow it's morphed into some sort of trio with my brother and I? How the hell did this happen and why the hell don't I want this to stop?

I groan, punching my fist against the shower wall.

All of a sudden, I feel movement behind me. I turn around quickly and amongst the steam stands a very naked Cameron.

My eyes go wide as I press him against the shower wall with my arm. "What the hell are you doing in here?" I snap.

He licks his lips and smiles at me. Holding up his hand, I can see he's holding his phone.

"I thought Asher might want to see us shower after our workout." He shrugs.

I swallow deeply looking from his phone back to him. "For Asher?"

He nods slowly. "For Asher." He repeats under his breath, his eyes falling to my lips.

I think about what Asher's expression would be like if he got a literal steamy video from Cameron and I.

A grin tugs at my lips. "Fine." I say, tilting my head to the shower ledge.

A/N: OOP. I guess as long as it's "for asher" all is good. Wonder what these two will get up to when left alone...muhahahahahaha