'It's none of our business, but I just have to ask in the rare case you see this. I know there's couples within the band, but sometimes you guys give off vibes of a giant polycule. What's that about?'

*

Before the concert:

In retrospect, drinking the night before their concert was not the best idea they'd have as a band.

Sure, Steven could and had taken time that morning to make out with all of them, to which they happily obliged. But by the time he was done, the unofficial frontman was so tired he couldn't hardly remind them that hangovers were still a problem.

If Steven hadn't been able to keep his magic active the entire time, they would've never made it past a one album band.

"Ugh... fuck Steven..." Jacob clutched at his stomach as the band dropped their "All good facade" the second the door to their green room shut. "I'm gonna need you to make out with me first. I'm either going to break something or punch someone."

"I'm actively flashing through my life. There's so little time to save me, man," Jasmin groaned.

Steven's own stomach was churning at this point, he'd had almost three bottles of whiskey to himself before his body called it a night involuntarily. "I'm working on it, I swear. Everyone gets kisses. Just know your hangover is going to feel weird."

It was just as well they'd be left alone since he was being pampered by all of their mouths in thanks.

Even drunk he tried to focus more on the lips he was locked to rather than the warm mouth that was wrapped around his cock.

Connie was sipping at water and giving pointers on how to get him off behind a nasty hangover headache. "Ugh, there's this thing I do sometimes – Oh good Shiva, just kill me– this thing I do sometimes where I take as much as I can but suckle on the tip at the same time? Flex your throat."

Steven grunted in annoyance and grabbed Jacob's ass as he brought him further onto his lap, lifting him easily to give the second assailant plenty of room while the others sprawled out over the tables and floors in absolute misery.

"You good?" Stevens lips pressed into his neck and stayed. If he wasn't so tired he'd have given them his Concentrated Universe Magic but it couldn't be helped with so little time.

Jacob stretched his body and groaned. "Depends on your definition. I mean I've got a boner if that's what you mean."

"That's just the Universe Charm talking." Steven laughed weakly and pulled him back in with his hands.

"Oh, shut up," He snorted.

"Yeah, okay."

Hazel swirled his tongue around the head of Stevens cock and he gasped into the kiss, gripping Jacob's hips so hard the younger man squeaked.

"Never heard that sound before," Connie grunted with a begrudging grin.

Hazel chuckled around it and pulled off slowly, enticing another deep rumble from the hybrid. "Guys know what guys like."

"Fucking gay ass motherfuckers," Jasmin groused, her head in the mini fridge. "I'm gonna need to go next, I'm actively considering killing myself. Don't mix Pink Whitney and Stella Rosé."

Jacob pulled away and kissed Steven's cheek before settling between his legs as he motioned Jasmin to get her kisses.

It was a slow cycle, but it worked.

*

Anna grinned and typed back, 'We're all "just" best friends who help each other out when we need to.'

The next question was completely expected.

'Hey, Anna! What's it like to have six doms?'

It was supposed to be a joke because of her absolute derailing at the concert the last month. Sometimes they'd just record the background instruments and fuck around onstage for a song or two, and that singular song they made absolute heaven and hell for Anna as they casually felt her up like there was no audience. They kept it PG-13 until later, but still, it was supposed to be just a bit of joking around.

Of course, every once in awhile, the joke became reality.

*

During Anna and Adam's performance of Show And Tell:

When Anna had first been made aware that a huge part of their following was LGBTQIA+ founded, she had absolutely adored it. She wasn't hated there, though every band member had plenty of haters to go around, and most people were into her fashion. She'd started out doing TokToks with her boys or random ones by herself she'd always take a moment to show off her outfit. Tons were voted on one particular shopping trip and her signature rainbow dress outfit was born.

"Princess."

She turned to see Adam leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom. "You can come in, silly. It's your room too."

He smiled far too brightly for a goth boy and made his way to her, a paper extended. "You know how we're trans icons now?"

"No way, really?" Anna facetiously replied. It wasn't like there were people who didn't solely pay attention to everything about the trans members of the band that they deemed to be impossible or clickbait. "And I wouldn't say icons either. Stay humble."

"I'm plenty humble, baby girl." He laughed and pressed a few kisses to her forehead. "I think part of the reason I've been grumpy lately is I've been feeling we need to address something. And, I think there's probably cause to get our Honorary Band Member involved."

And so, now, here they were addressing it. The only main thing she hadn't realized when she fell in love with the song was that it was only barely featuring the other two, meaning there were more idle hands to roam around her body.

Alex and Connie had made thrilling choreography, but with the pressure she was feeling to not fuck this up, it was the only thing holding her together until she opened her mouth.

Little did she know.

She started off alone, thankful that her mic was an ear piece since it was a more exclusive venue. Her soft, frilly pink matching top and skirt was sweet and innocent, but she was already hot and bothered by the first position she was in.

Stupid random kinks.

Steven was above her, he was huge comparatively and would be able to perform the actual puppetry they needed for the visual without having to go on his tippy toes since she was standing on a short table like a toy on display. She was supposed to be a puppet, that's how it felt to be trans sometimes. But she wasn't talking about what all the other trans people sang about like dead names and being hated.

She was talking about the almost constant onslaught of fetishization. She hated it. She hated going out and being catcalled. She hated when commenters would say disgusting things about her body and what it must be like to have the best of both worlds.

So she was going to tell them that. The woman was going to try dammit.

The spotlight would only illuminate her, but any hands or closeness to her would be revealed in its light.

Steven was supposed to represent the big show of TV shows using trans people to gather more views as LGBTQ friendly when it was just a cash grab at best.

"You pull me by my hair, so I don't go nowhere," She let herself be manipulated almost completely, being urged to one side and then the other with a gentle kind of demand her mind wondered if it was familiar to Connie. "Tell me you love me,
But you treat me like I'm never there," Next it was Hazel appearing to her left as the estranged lovers who would completely avoid having sex with her after she pulled away from casual fucking. They'd thought her being trans would be something they'd be able to handle. But of course not. "You say the cruelest words,
You used to break my heart
'Cause I'm over here working my ass off," Jasmin played a mean girl, peering from Stevens left to glare at her disapprovingly as another shadowy figure. She'd been bullied to the point of actual police intervention as a teen, and her instincts could feel the cold angry glare beating into the back of her neck.

She got through most of the chorus alright, the idea was being tugged around and made to make a show for the ones who would beg for it and discard her later, hence the cutting of her strings from the puppeteer.

Adam wasn't completely a "good guy" in the performance either. He was the multitude of trans men who would fetishize her the hardest with the "I know what you're going through" manipulation tactic she struggled to fight the most. Sure they might have, but she had also seen the bad part of it. Still, they had their struggles too and she made sure that got across louder than the former mention.

"You beg and cry for more
And yet I'm on the floor.
There are strangers taking pictures
When I ask no more," Connie, Jasmin and Jacob grabbed a hold of his hoodie and he scowled, pulling away as hard as he could into a perfectly fake trip with no sign of a stumble in his voice. Steven had proclaimed Adam had the steadiest diction among them and he'd used that to his advantage. "It's really hard for me
To say just how I feel." Hazel was who he stumbled into, and onstage he couldn't remember how to fight the blush that accompanied when Hazel smirked at him.
He readjusted his hoodie and looked Anna's way, internally satisfied with the fact she was locked firmly in place by Steven again. "I'm scared that I'll get throw away
Like a banana peel."

"Why is it so hard to see," Anna struggled against them but it wasn't an effort to keep her small stature still.

Adam dropped to a knee in front of her and ran a hand up her thigh high socks. "Why?"

"If I cut myself I would bleed?" Another set of hands came from somewhere, this time on the sides of her skirt just a bit under the waistband with a cold that made her begin to feel frenzied.

Adam nuzzled into her thigh, dropping a kiss before he murmured, "Kill me."

Anna dropped her head to him and extended her hand for help toward the audience. "I'm just you
You're like me,"

Adam smirked. "Mhm?"

"Imperfect and human
Are we."

It was easier to focus when there were only a few hands at a time, but as six hands gripped onto her from behind and around her during her turn, she realized the fluttering she was trying to fight was going to surface quickly.

"Show and tell." Jacob and Connie's hands climbed up her dress. "I'm on display for all you fuckers to see," Hazel was on her upper left standing as he made himself busy with the front zipper of her top, fiddling with it without a care in the world, even daring to tug at it just a bit. "Show and tell,
Harsh words if you don't get a pic with me." Steven turned her jaw to the right so she couldn't see Hazel anymore and instead was looking at Jasmin. She apparently couldn't help but drop the facade and smirk at her a bit while trailing a hand over her breasts. She must have been blushing, and she was fairly certain if she hadn't tucked she'd never live it down. "Buy and sell
Like I'm a product to society,"

Steven and Connie had backed off into the darkness and Anna let herself be stage pulled to her knees as the bright pink light of their fusion illuminated the screaming crowd for a moment.

They hadn't had a clue who else was performing tonight, but from the volume of the shouting and the sudden surge of the audience coming forward it was sensible to guess they'd figured it out.

"Art don't sell
Unless you fuck every authority." Stevonnies voice carried above hers into a crisp harmony.

"Show and tell,"

Stevonnie, almost comically since they were so big, stomped their foot and tried to get into the spotlight as it moved to avoid them. "Why can't you fucking hear me?" Being intersex they'd found was probably one of the most strenuous things they'd ever dealt with together. The questions about their gender and anatomy verged on actually insane, and yet you almost never saw anything intersex ever. The intersex community was almost completely ignored altogether.

Anna looked back at them, admiring the way their outfits combined as she replied sadly, "Show and tell." Someone grabbed her butt from behind and an involuntary sound made its way out of her, but thank the stars it was more of a pouty whine than a moan.

Stevonnie ran a hand through their hair and the spotlight finally illuminated them as a giant intersex and trans flag unfurled behind them. Thank god for stage hands. "Are you listening yet?"

After The Concert:

Anna was a blushing bride as she slipped into her room, a hand pressed to one of her burning red cheeks.

The car ride had been silent, they were exhausted from performing. Usually they spent the night after a gig quiet and sleepy, so she was more than happy to have some time to shower and relax.

And to think.

Of course, her mind was reeling from so many hands on her body just a couple of hours ago. She loved attention, she was a princess and often was treated as such in her own personal relationship. Her and Alex were anyways.

But the way Connie's hand slipped under the waistband of her skirt, the feel of her boys kissing at her neck while Jacob and Jasmin nipped at her sides and Steven mind fucked her with his hazy pink eyes and a lazy smirk so she could sing properly and be teased on the last chorus was mind boggling. They hadn't done anything crazy, but the concert was certainly something no one would forget with their crazy pyrotechnics and–

She stepped out of the shower and glanced at her body, attempting to keep her eyes on the anatomy she appreciated the most. Her breasts were made to look as normal as possible. She was blessed to have been born with a pretty feminine face and higher voice than her peers. If one hadn't seen below the belt they'd have truly thought she was a girl.

And she was a girl. She was just a girl cursed with a penis.

The gender dysphoria had her sliding her back down the bathroom door suddenly, trying to hold herself together by wrapping her torso in a hug. Sometimes it felt like she would fly apart into her pieces and be broken forever. Her pieces didn't match up, she reminded herself with a low groan. This was her curse: to sit and wallow in silent misery any chance she got.

And she spent a lot of time wallowing.

A knock at her door caught her off guard, but knowing how poorly hotels were made she suspected it wasn't really her door being knocked on. But then it happened again, a bit more insistently. Multiple hands knocking on her door.

"Anna?"

She tugged on her clothes and swung open the door to see the band (including her boyfriends who had gone out to buy drinks) looking concerned. "Uh, hey! To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Adam raised an eyebrow and pointed to his temple. "Call it ESPN."

"Can we come in?" Jasmin gave her a careful smile and jabbed Alex in the side.

"Ow! Jesus! We're worried about you because your performance today was off!" He glared at Jasmin who glared right back until Jacob pushed them apart and pulled Anna into a hug.

They surrounded her in their arms and she sighed deeply, tears pricking her eyes. "I'm sorry if I fucked it up."

"You didn't fuck it up. You did perfect. Too perfect." Steven pulled away to pinch her cheek. "You weren't having fun until Show and Tell. You're stressed."

All of the close contact was starting to make her flustered so she tried to stand a bit taller. "I'm fine, really. It's just..." She threw up her hands as much as she could, at a loss for words for a moment. "One of those days."

"Group cuddle session." Hazel didn't ask, he threw her over his shoulder and they piled on the bed, Steven swinging his guitar off his shoulder to balance against the wall and crashing first.

They'd had a specific way they cuddled in the full glory of their group depending on a few factors:

Steven, being the gentle giant of the group was the base every time. Jasmin and Jacob would switch between spooning or opposite left and right sides of someone who was the center of attention like Anna was now. Connie liked to lean up against the person in the middle when it wasn't her or be on Stevens right, and Anna let her head fall back against Steven's shoulder as she sat in the middle. Hazel and Adam got their favorite spots, right at her hips where they could rest on her thighs and place kisses.

The warmth, the soothing beat of heartbeats on various parts of her body made her blushing harder. "Guys..."

They snickered at her embarrassed whine and snuggled in closer. Now she was indefinitely trapped, forced to endure whatever TLC they provided for her.

"What's wrong, Anna? You want us to stop?" Adam asked humorously.

She attempted to cover her face with her hands, anything to hide from the embarrassment and tingling she felt everywhere. Jasmin and Jacob anticipated it easily with their hands easily holding hers and preventing her from obscuring herself.

"Your blush is fucking adorable," Jacob sighed and squeezed her hand. "You gotta quit with that self hate."

Steven snaked an arm under hers and danced his fingers over her stomach while Connie sat up and turned to face her with a mischievous grin. "Let us help you." She punctuated that by dropping a kiss to her lower stomach.

Steven crooned encouragement and praise right into her ear, holding his hand firmly over her mouth careful to let her breathe.

Anna had came an embarrassing amount of times at the hand of every single one of them.

During Their Celebratory Island Vacation:

"WE WON TWO FUCKING GRAMMIES!" Hazel bellowed at the top of his lungs, unprompted and completely interrupting every conversation that was happening.

They cheered for the hundredth time, their animated voices carrying through the slice of land surrounded by gentle waves.

'We just won two grammies.' Steven fell back into the sand, his knees suddenly buckling as his head rushed.

There he lay on the sandy semi soft shore, staring up at the stars as his stomach dropped and a bright, steady glow enveloped him.

"Hey, buddy. You okay?" Jacob asked, coming to stand over him.

The rest joined and as the hybrid stared up at his best friends and fiancé, he fell head over heels in love with them all over again. They were all so completely different, and amazing to him.

And they were all looking at him like they loved him and it was awesome. 

Connie was the first to crouch a bit closer, letting the firelight cast a bit more on his face. "Why are you blushing so hard, Bisky?"

Her coddling tune settled into a familiar, and unfortunate rising in his pants. "I just love you guys so much."

Looks were exchanged, first confused then passing to each other as knowing.

"Is that a princess I hear?"

He tried to fight it, bless his heart he tried, but once he started laughing he couldn't stop until they turned into an embarrassed snort. "No."

They descended onto him like vultures, cooing and teasing as he got harder. "Guys this isn't funny!" He squeaked when a stray few hands slithered under his clothing, all but one careful to avoid his gem.

"Our all powerful frontman, Steven De Mayo," Adam sighed. "Look at you. This happens constantly." He threaded his fingers into the man's hair and placed his head on his lap enticing a soft moan to escape from the behemoth of a man, followed by a humiliated one. "We're going to start thinking you're faking it just to get more of our attention."

"Th-that's not true!" He laughed as a bite from an unknown assailant sunk into his left hip through his jeans. "You guys just want– ah!– you guys just want me to make a mess in my jeans again..."

Anna laughed. "Uh, yeah, no shit. Karma from Show and Tell."

He tipped his head for more access to his neck for Connie, but instead her lips brushed up the slope of it and pressed against his ears gently.

"Abhee bhee baitho. Rahana. Achchha bachcha. Mera ladaka apanee saaree mehanat ke lie pyaar ka hakadaar hai, hai na [Sit still. Stay. Good boy. My boy deserves some love for all his hard work, doesnt he]?"

Every sensation but sound and touch faded away as her voice lulled him into a state of mental bliss.

Alex flipped to the next page of his book by the fire, sipping at his straight vodka in a water bottle before stating, "Try not to get too much sand in his hair. Those 3C curls are hard to wash."

Jacob's Birthday:

"You know what I just remembered?" Hazel said suddenly. "Jacob's birthday is tomorrow and it's gonna be the first one he hasn't spent alone in a while."

Jasmin scowled. "He's been avoiding Happy Birthday calls all day. He says he's going to call back tomorrow, so he gets it on time for once."

"He's 23, right?" Connie rubbed Stevens hair and scratched at his scruff as he lie in her lap purring.

"Yep. 23 on March 11th," Steven recited. "That's tomorrow."

"We got that." Alex pushed himself from the table on his office chair and glanced up the driveway monitor. "He's been out there a minute. I'm worried."

They all turned to see the man gripping the wheel and still. The feed switched a few times before showing his car once again with him still in it. They watched in quiet sadness for the next six cycles before it showed his car the last time, finally empty.

He came inside as cheerful as always, even mentioning how excited he was for his birthday with borderline concerning dark jokes. It was like the time spent staring into the distance in his car was to charge up his ability to play nice.

The next day in the kitchen, Connie and Adam were making Snow On The Mountain and crepes for Jacob's birthday lunch. It was a lively afternoon with conversations and laughter of the close friends. The sun was shining brightly and everything was perfect.

Or it felt like it should've been.

Jacob kept pulling out his phone to glance at the notifications, but besides the quick response he'd send in reply to messages from his other friends he didn't receive anything that stopped him from continuing to check.

"Lunch!" Connie called as she pulled the pan off the burner and started dishing rice onto the plates.

Jasmin sighed loud enough to catch their attention and they crowded around the front door side windows and peephole as Jacob paced back and forth with his phone held to his ear.

If they listen closely they can hear his voice faintly past the cracks in the door. "Ello, Pop. What's up?"

"Whoa." Anna turned to Jasmin in disbelief. "No way did I just hear that right."

"Is Jacob British?!" Hazels jaw had dropped.

Connie waved her arm for quiet, even if she was stunned too. "Shh. We can talk about that later."

Faint jabbering could be heard through the phone, but nothing distinct enough to decipher.

"Ah," A pained expression crossed his face. "It's bloody wonderful she's making you happy."

He turned to the window and the gang hid from his view, cautiously peeking back out when Jasmin gave the all clear.

"I'm chuffed to bits that you called. Any reason you were blowing up my ringer yesterday?" It's so sad it's almost pathetic, the lulling hope of a neglected son begging for the tiniest shred of recognition from probably the worst parent in the entire world. Sure, The Crystal Gems had fucked Steven up bad, but it was a different story than raping your kid for 12 years. Jacob was far stronger than Steven in that manner, he had tried to forgive his father rather easily even if he refused to talk about him or to him save for special occasions.

There's a long silence in which he paced the length of the patio twice, nearly catching Anna on his last lap before he froze. "Wh-what do you mean? I thought they were only touring in the UK for–," He seemed to come to a terrible realization. "You guys are back home. Thats ace, I'm glad."

As he spoke they watched him wilt into himself and finally back lean against the wall with a hand in his hair. "Yeah definitely. Send some pictures, yeah? Alright. Ta-Ta."

He clicked off the phone and glanced back at the window, where they now all shamefully stared back at him with wide, sad eyes.

"You guys look as terrible as I feel." His accent was completely gone, which was amazing in and of itself. He raised his voice a bit louder and motioned for them to join him out there. "Come on, then. I'm sure I've got some explaining to do."

"Yeah no shit! You're British?!" Adam exclaimed as soon as the door whipped open. "Strangely enough, I don't know how I didn't see it. You do like your afternoon tea, even if it's not with crumpets."

Jacob kicked the ground bashfully and shrugged. "I'm second generation, so if you stick me in a room with cockney Brits you'll have a helluva shocker." His voice started fully American until the end, stunning them further.

They frowned in confusion, sizing him up with immense malcontent.

"How did we not know? How could we have missed this?" Steven said exasperatedly.

The man flashed an amused grin and rocked on his feet. "Dunno."

"It's just... weird that it never came up."

Jasmin chuckled and walked up to him to pat his chest, ceasing his nervous energy easily. "There was a couple of times he could've mentioned it. You should hear him in the bedroom." Her hand grabbed his quickly, intertwining them with a speed that matched every other time she went for it. "Happy Birthday, Jacob Alexander Olfax."

It started with a sweet kiss from Jasmin, and the rare but meaningful pleasure of her telling him she loved him. Then Adam was elbowed by Jasmin, and soon everyone was taking turns kissing him against the side of one of their houses until he was dizzy and laughing at the constant assault.

They had a cake fight later that left them cleaning the dining room tipsy and giggling for nearly four hours. The entire time, Jacobs phone laid on the kitchen counter.

He passed by it and almost checked again. Maybe his father would remember and call him back.

But then in the reflection of the microwave he caught the sight of a particularly dark hickey belonging to the unofficial frontman's fiancée.

He turned to examine the rest, completely forgetting himself as a look of perplexed delight spread across his features. Did he just really kiss all of his best friends and like it that much?

He tried to fight back his goofy lovestruck grin as he turned around to see his friends smirking at him.

"Bi panic," He explained weakly.

"Brit Bi-Panic and American Delight," Jasmin teased.

Steven shrugged and fiddled with his acoustic, deft fingers plucking the tune to a song they hadn't heard yet. "How do you feel?"

Jacob bashfully rubbed at his neck (a habit he'd picked up from Steven) and glanced towards the floor. "Better."

"And that's why I call what we do group therapy." There was a prideful, quiet edge to his voice that only made Jacob blush harder.

What world was he living in?

*

Anna's fingers hovered over her phones keyboard and she bit her lip over a tiny beam.

'I don't think there's a single person who doesn't get randomly bullied by the rest of the band.'

It posted and like a light switching on, she had an idea for their next album.