TW: Double penetration, age gap...? Micah is 22, Presley/Lee are late 30s. Checkered border indicates the start of the threesome shenanigans, skip to the end for a summary of that section.

Micah took Noah and Olly out to an early breakfast as they were both enroute to the airport. Suitcases under the table and jackets on the backs of their chairs, Micah got a proper look at Olly.

The vibrant makeup from the previous night was gone and replaced with a porcelain complexion and ragged white bedhead. Whatever endorphin high they'd gotten from the previous night was gone and replaced with what appeared to be a hangover.

Micah blamed the alleged bottle of wine. And potentially Noah, who appeared wide-eyed and peppy as always.

"It was nice of you to take us out to breakfast," Noah said as they were wrapping up. Olly had barely spoken.

"No problem," Micah said. He glanced at Olly, who was on their phone. "Sorry about the other day. I didn't mean to worry you."

"Yeah, I've been wanting to ask but didn't know how..."

"I'm not really interested in talking about it," Micah confessed. This had Olly's attention, but only to observe. Micah cleared his throat. "Anyway. You two should get going."

Micah explained the route, the stops, and bid them farewell at the subway entrance. Noah hugged him farewell and pranced down the steps.

Olly lingered.

Micah held his breath, already feeling defensive. Why do I feel defensive? It's not like Alistair and I are committed or anything, Micah thought, but this reassurance gave nothing but anxiety to him.

Olly's eyes narrowed. Gone was the pretty smile reserved only for Alistair. "I don't know what you think you know about Alistair," they said, "but he isn't interested in relationships. Don't expect anything sentimental or substantial out of him."

Micah blinked. The bitterness there left Micah remembering his initial conversation with Alistair about existing partners.

"We aren't dating," Alistair had said, and Micah had asked if they'd known that.

Messy, Micah thought. "I know. My patterns are similar to Alistair's."

Olly raised a speculative, judgmental brow and said with deep contempt, "Really?"

"Believe it or not, I think I sleep around more than he does," Micah confessed.

Olly sighed, shrugged, and said, "That's probably true. Alright then, figured I'd warn you. He tends to eat people alive."

"In a good or bad way."

Olly scoffed, waved a hand, and bid him farewell.

Micah returned to Presley's house soon thereafter to recover from the previous day's events. He did so via falling unconscious the second his head hit the pillow.

Another grueling weekend of work was upon him made only worse by the residual New Years' tourist crowd and his inability to attend the gym due to the Resolutions Plague. Holed up at Presley's place, Micah wasted hours upon days burying his conscious and subconscious into Zelda games.

Due to moral obligation, Micah sent his utility payment to Erika via Venmo and texted her as much, which earned him a thumbs down emoji.

Still angry with me, he thought, wincing at the memory of Noah's retaliation attack. I don't blame her...

Alistair was not, in fact, taking Olly to London with him. Though he had no real timeline available, Micah suspected Alistair was already gone. He didn't bother asking.

Late on Monday, Micah was interrupted from a boss battle by the front door opening and Presley shouting, "Honey, we're home!"

Micah paused his game and rolled out of bed. He hurried down to where the front door was propped open by a suitcase and Lee was rolling two suitcases onto the tiles.

Lee straightened at the sight of him. "Hey, how was it?"

"Good. I need to clean up the kitchen still, so ignore that," Micah said, and accepted the indication for a hug when Lee held an arm out. Micah leaned into his side for a brief squeeze.

Presley pranced up the stoop, lugging bags under each arm. He dropped them haphazardly, saying, "Oh, by all means, don't wait for me."

Micah rolled his eyes and gave him a hug as well. "Thanks for letting me stick around. Let me know if you want me out of your hair."

"Nonsense!" Presley said, landing a kiss on his hair. He leaned back out the door, car keys in hand. His car beeped locked before he swung the front door shut behind him.

Micah watched all this with an odd sense of stiffness. Lee was looking at him rather meaningfully, and Micah suspected it had everything to do with Kennedy.

"Have you talked to Kennedy since she got back from the Bahamas?" Micah asked. He'd hoped Presley would bring it up first.

Presley ran a hand through his hair, sighing.

Micah's heart sunk. He imagined the brunch disaster on New Year's Eve had done a number on Benny. "Did something happen?"

"No, nothing like that," Presley said. He was looking at Lee.

"I'm gonna take the bags up," Lee suggested, and dismissed himself.

Alone, Micah was already sweating. "Did you talk to Benny or something?" he asked. It was the most he'd said about the situation, and the worry was creeping in.

"No, this has nothing to do with them, and it's nothing bad," Presley reassured. This did nothing to reassure Micah. "I'll make us some tea, yeah?"

In the kitchen, Micah was made to sit at the table and wait. He regretted leaving his phone upstairs.

Presley joined him a moment after Lee disappeared upstairs with the second bundle of suitcases. Three mugs were dispersed on the table as Presley drummed his fingers on the handle of his mug.

Micah didn't even take a sip. "Dude, you're scaring me. It's really not an issue if you want me to go."

"No, I do not want you to go," Presley insisted, with feeling. He leant his head against this hand, elbow to the table. "I'm worried what I'm about to say is going to make you want to leave."

Micah understood in an instant and was too floored to say anything. Looking lost and frozen, Micah did nothing but stare.

Presley returned both hands to the mug. When his eyes met Micah's, they were softened by concern. "And seriously, you're welcome to stay here. Always. My intention has never been to make you feel uncomfortable, or unsafe here."

"Have you talked to Kennedy?" Micah repeated, only to realize he'd said it before. He shook his head. "I mean, about this."

Presley blinked. When his mouth fell open, nothing came out.

By then, Lee had returned, slightly out of breath. In the doorway, Lee stared at them both before settling on Presley, who leant back in his chair with a sigh.

"He said no," Lee concluded.

"No, I just guessed you two wanted a threesome," Micah said. "I asked if Kennedy knows."

"No, she doesn't," Lee said. He claimed the seat across from Micah and stared at Presley, who'd gone speechless. "How the fuck did he guess?"

"That was a classic threesome speech for a friend," Micah said.

"So you've gotten one of those before," Lee said.

"No. I mean, yeah, sort of." With Kennedy and Benny.

Lee leaned forward, serious. "And you can say no, you know. And still stay here."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm not saying no," Micah said. He had Presley's attention again. "I just need to know if we should tell Kennedy before anything happens?"

Judging by the way Lee rolled his eyes and how Presley covered his face with his hands, Micah figured they'd already discussed this. After a second, Presley confessed, "I was going to ask what your opinion was."

Micah laughed, and then gave it some serious consideration. He didn't think she'd be offended unless she learned about it through someone else.

"If you don't want to tell her, I could tell her," Micah said. "And I don't think we need to ask permission. She'd just want to be the first to know."

"Done. Okay, perfect," Presley said. Lee put a hand over his eyes.

Micah couldn't help but smile as Presley laid his hands over Lee's forearm to get his attention. Lee gave him a dull, unimpressed stare before Micah said, "Just so you two know, I never receive and I'm not interested in receiving."

"I'm indifferent," Lee said, and then pointed at Presley. "He's strictly a bottom."

"Yeah, I know," Micah said.

"How do you know," Presley bemoaned, head now on the table.

"The walls are thick but the doors have gaps."

Lee openly laughed, dark and satirical, but one glance at Presley had him falling into stitches.

Micah crossed his arms, leant back, and basked in the glory of Presley and Lee's dynamic. Micah considered himself the perfect noncommittal candidate for a brief throuple, and Presley and Lee were an ideal situation, because not only had he thought Presley was hot forever, but also—

Lee worked with Alistair.

Two birds, two stones, Micah thought, nearly cackling. He covered his smile with his hand as the negotiations started.

He'd always been interested in what Presley was into, and Lee was better at wording it than Presley ever would be. The man was blunt where Presley was flustered and flabbergasted that Micah was even interested.

And all through their chat, Micah could only think, Kennedy's gonna lose her fucking mind.

He didn't know when he'd have the nerve to tell her, but figured the time would hit him like a brick to the face when they got there. And "getting there" only took two weeks.

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That night began with the recalibration of Micah's tolerance. He'd gone too long without sticking his dick in something other than his fist, which made screwing Presley with Lee's soft-spoken guidance in his ear nearly a breaking point.

This was the man he'd spent the better part of four years idolizing, fictionalizing, and having wet-dreams about after every family function with Kennedy. Wondering what it'd be like to drag Presley into the nearest bathroom and find out exactly what his lips felt like.

And so Micah did, in fact, find out what they felt like. Soft, firm, and sharp tongue searching. Micah rocked his still-clothed hips between Presley's legs as he closed his mouth over Presley's with a slow, deliberate suck.

He parted, reaching for Lee's face. His fingers wound their way through the hair that had fallen past his shoulders. He brushed his hand along the back of Lee's neck and dragged him in for a kiss. Less tender, certainly, and filled with gruff desperation. He leaned into Micah with a heady breath until they parted, breathing together.

Micah's lips brushed his as he whispered, "Guide me in."

And so Lee did. He hooked Micah's boxers beneath his cock and held him, stroking lube down his length before his tip ever grazed Presley.

That was how the night began, and how it ended was hours later with Micah, exhausted and having accidentally come, lying beside them as they continued on without him.

It's like live porn, Micah thought, sipping his wine. He grinned against the rim, desire churning despite his inability to get hard. Kennedy's godfather had fucking stamina. Micah didn't know a single bottom capable of riding after three rounds. He knew his own thighs would be shot.

He spent the night on their California king and feeling on top of the world. In the morning, he was roused by a hand on his chest.

Without his glasses, Presley appeared innocent and deliberately docile. Wide, blue eyes met his, his lips grazing Micah's collarbone for a kiss. "Can I suck you off?" Presley whispered, so as not to wake Lee.

Micah smothered his cocky grin. Presley had a hand on his thigh, fingers trailing toward sensitive skin that tingled and turned him on. "Sure," Micah whispered, and so Presley disappeared under the sheets.

Micah dissolved into bliss at at the whims of Presley's talented tongue. God, this is beyond what I imagined, he thought, back arching and hand muffling every sound he wanted to unravel as Presley's mouth committed carnal sins upon his cock.

Sex with Presley and Lee had opened a door Micah hadn't realized he'd be unable (and unwilling) to close.

He didn't work that day, and so breakfast was spent in bed. Lee left around nine for work, leaving Presley with a slow and lazy make-out session and Micah with a kiss atop his head. Micah closed his eyes against it, trying not to smile as he popped a grape into his mouth.

The rest of the morning was spent naked and lounging around watching trash dating shows. They left the bed only to shower together, which Micah kept ritualistically chaste.

"I told you, I don't screw swingers separately," Micah explained.

"And if we get permission?" Presley said, beaming.

"Aren't you sore?"

"No."

Micah was already hard. "Call him and put him on speaker, then."

He shut off the water so they could both listen to the ring. Lee didn't answer, and so Presley called his work line. Micah leant into the counter, fully aware that his dick had swollen to full hardness by then, sagging between his legs.

The phone was answered, and Lee greeted them professionally.

"Hi, it's me," Presley said, beaming. "Micah says I have to ask for permission."

"On my work phone?!" Lee cried, appalled. He cursed under his breath and whispered, "You're a menace, you know that?"

"Ezra, please?"

"Yes, the answer is yes," Lee said. "You realize my work calls are recorded, right?"

"Yup! Bye, Ezra!" Presley cheered, and hung up. He grabbed Micah by the arm and whipped him back around to the shower. "Let's go!"

Micah didn't consider himself particularly inclined to climax, but that seemed to be Presley's entire goal. After fucking in the shower, on the tiled floor, the sink, Presley was insatiable still. Micah's dick was getting sore and chafed from water and a too-little lube.

Which Presley took care of by sucking him off. For the second time that day.

"Holy shit—" Micah was seeing stars right there on the floor between the California king and the bathroom.

Presley took them out to dinner that night for steaks and champagne. Micah appreciated being pampered, though it all felt a little dirty to him. Like a date, he thought, because he couldn't help but feel sex was being bought by good food and conversation.

That was the definition of a date, wasn't it? Though, Micah highly doubted the couple would have the energy for another night like the previous.

He was gravely mistaken.

Over a rich, dark chocolate lava cake that reminded him of Alistair, Lee began negotiating. "Have you ever done double penetration before?"

Micah choked on his cake. Presley patted him on the back sympathetically. "Um, no, why?" I've never found anyone freaky enough for that! Not to mention, it wasn't as common as porn made him think it was. Not only were healthy threesomes hard to come by, but to find one that included a man willing and able to take two dicks at once was near-impossible.

"I mean, I've thought about it," Micah reassured.

"Cassian and I have been prepping him for it," Lee confessed, like they were talking about a Roth IRA. "Would you want to try tonight?"

Micah was already, embarrassingly, starting to get uncomfortable in his slacks. He resisted the urge to resituate himself. "Sure. Yeah. Totally." Smooth!

Micah discovered that night that Presley had been spending every goddamn twelve days of Christmas with the single largest buttplug Micah had ever seen shoved up his ass. From fucking him solo and after the high of their first time, Micah had been curious about how differently Presley felt from Alistair..

Like there's supposed to be two dicks in here, for sure, Micah thought now as Lee laid back on the bed while Presley rode him with no resistance.

Micah's shook the nerves off as he climbed up behind Presley. He held the man by his torso, hands dragging across to his hips as Presley half-lifted from Lee's cock.

With one hand free, Micah guided the tip of himself along what was visible of Lee's cock. Experimentally, he ran a finger along Presley's rim and slipped inside to the tune of an appreciative moan.

Micah thought to himself, Holy shit, Kennedy's never gonna fucking believe this.

And then, vividly, he remembered the polaroid camera printer.

"Weird question to spring in the middle of this," Micah said, suddenly, his lips against Presley's shoulder. He kissed his trapezius before meeting Lee's eye. "What are your guys' thoughts on photos? This seems like a momentous occasion."

"I... suppose it is," Lee agreed. He glanced at Presley.

Presley sunk himself completely down onto Lee's cock, circling his hips and rocking forward and back. Lee's head tipped back against the pillows, delirious.

"I want to see it," Presley confessed. "Do you have your phone?"

Micah stepped off the bed to grab it. "I'll record so you can watch it later, if that's okay."

"Definitely okay," Presley sighed, like he was at the spa getting a massage instead of taking an impressive seven inch cock.

Using one hand to lead and the other to record, Micah captured the momentous occasion of his first ever double penetrative event. With... Kennedy's godfather. He didn't plan on sharing photos with her, much less a video.

He waited until Presley was folded entirely over Lee, Lee's arms around him as Micah pistoned his hips relentlessly. A photo, then, that captured all of Micah's abdomen down to Presley's ass and up to where Lee's head was tipped back in the pillows.

And then, of Lee's lips to Presley's shoulder, sultry eyes on the camera.

Luckily, the double penetrative event wore Presley out. In spectator mode, Presley took pictures while Micah wore out the last of his arousal on Lee, fucking him into the mattress and then in doggy where the camera captured all of them.

"You guys are so hot," Presley said, giddy and swiping through videos and pictures of them. He airdropped them to himself before handing the phone back.

Micah collapsed onto his back, thoroughly beat. Lee weaved an arm back to pillow Micah's head and asked, softly, "Can you show me?"

Micah swiped to the videos. After, Lee turned to Presley, "And you didn't tear?"

"No," Presley said. He leaned over to kiss Lee. "You did a good job stretching me out."

"Damn right I did. Fuck," Lee swore, groaning with soreness.

Micah fell asleep shortly thereafter, phone on his chest, believing this to be the beautiful end to a highly anticipated threesome. He was oh-so terribly wrong.

A/N: Summary for those who skipped LOL Micah, Presley, and Lee start the threesome together, Micah and Presley fuck the next day while Lee's at work (asking Lee for permission, of course), Presley and Lee take Micah out to dinner to propose the idea of double penetration (on Presley), which happens that night after Micah agrees. Important: Micah takes photo and video evidence of the double penetration with Lee's face in view.