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Andy wanders back into the room with a self-satisfied waltz in his step, closing the door just a little too hard behind him– Kelly’s head jolts off the pillow to watch him come to a stop not two feet from the doorway, brows furrowing into a frown.

“Hey– you started without me?” He drops his toiletry bag down on his bed (it makes a nasty clunk that sounds like glass knocking against glass and Kelly would wince if he weren’t otherwise occupied) and clambers up onto Kelly’s, picking up the bottle of lube with a vaguely betrayed look. Kelly’s huff of laughter is broken by a soft gasp as his fingers find his own prostate.

“I thought you were– you and that Alex guy?” Granted, he’s not entirely delighted to be back to prepping himself before every night out, but Andy seemed happy. Small sacrifices.

“Oh, no, me and him?” Andy starts, scoffing minutely, “Ended as quick as it started.” He takes hold of Kelly’s wrist, dragging his fingers gently out of himself, and leans down to swallow Kelly’s groan with a kiss. Kelly doesn’t voice his delight at having his best friend to finger him again, because that would be weird; and besides, he hasn’t drunk quite enough of the whiskey yet to write the confession off as alcohol-induced. 

“Aw, how come? You guys were cute.” A delightful shiver runs down his spine at the feeling of Andy’s fingers pressing into him; it’s different, his fingers are bigger than Kelly’s, makes Kelly’s eyes roll back momentarily. 

“He freaked when I told him about our arrangement,” Andy says with a disapproving click of his tongue, crooking his fingers up perfectly . Kelly curls his fingers into the front of his shirt and tries to ignore how gross the sticky pool of precome on his bare stomach feels.

“Oh yeah?” He thinks of Matt, and his pretty eyes and soft lips and how interested he’d seemed when Kelly mentioned his relationship with Andy. “Told my guy the same thing.”

Andy laughs, quiet and a little breathless, and works a third finger into him; Kelly kisses down his neck to distract himself from how fucking full he feels already and how it’s making his head spin, and Andy even lets him suck pale pink marks into his skin like he just doesn’t have the heart to reprimand him. 

“The hot blonde, right? How’d he react?” 

Kelly curls his arms helplessly around Andy’s torso when he crooks his fingers and massages over his prostate and scissors them gently, so achingly, overwhelmingly thorough, all strong and solid and sort of pressing Kelly into the mattress in a way that’s making him dizzy.

“Told me on no uncertain terms that I had to introduce you,” Kelly says with a strained chuckle, and Andy’s eyebrows shoot up past his hairline.

“Are you gonna?” he asks, sounding no less than enthusiastic, “he was kinda cute.”

Kelly hums. He’s only just getting into it when Andy pulls his fingers out with finality, wiping all the lube off his fingers and from around Kelly’s hole with the nearest crumpled t-shirt he finds on the bed; Kelly doesn’t even reprimand him, just reaches for the whiskey and takes a swig.

“I’m meeting him today,” he says conversationally, like he’s not kind of laying the grounds for a threesome, “figured I’d kill two birds with one stone.”

Andy takes the whiskey from him and takes a long gulp, then places it back down on the nightstand and gestures for Kelly to get up. They switch places seamlessly, and Kelly doesn’t even have to lube his fingers up that much before tugging Andy’s jeans and boxers down his thighs.

“What’s the other bird?” Andy asks absentmindedly, pulling Kelly down on top of him to kiss him again, licking over the seam of his mouth and biting down on red, spit-slick lips. Kelly shrugs noncommittally and drinks in the heady taste of whiskey from Andy’s tongue, running one slick finger over his hole. 

Andy takes it easily; Kelly hopes distantly that he’ll get to take advantage of his work later, once they get home, that Matt will take him up on his offer to join in on his and Andy’s post-night-out ritual, since he couldn’t make it to this. Kelly sucks the same barely-there pink marks into Andy’s throat, just hard enough to stain the skin but not hard enough to last, and Andy’s fingers curl into his hair. He’s sort of– hedonistically gorgeous, in the same way that Matt was, sprawled out and golden and basking in the sex-glow.

“He asked if he could join,” Kelly continues rather than acknowledge it, joining his first finger with a second; the breathy moan that leaves Andy’s lips is like music to his fucking ears. “I told him yes.”

“Join– us?” Andy forces his eyes open to look up at Kelly, make sure he’s not joking; he breaks into a big, toothy grin when Kelly nods. “For real?”

“For real. You can thank me later.”

“ Oh ,” Andy says, with an embarrassing amount of emphasis, and Kelly knows immediately what he’s talking about, “he’s that good?” His eyes flutter closed again when Kelly crooks his fingers just right, all smooth, practiced movements like he knows Andy’s body inside-out (and in a way, he does, if it’s to be taken literally).

“Uh huh.” Kelly leans in to press a kiss against Andy’s freshly-shaven cheek, a little more intimate than he would usually allow– it’s the whiskey , he tells himself, and certainly not an extension of how he felt when Andy pulled his hair and bared his neck for him. Which was nothing. So an extension of nothing is nothing. There. “He’s that good. Trust me.”

Andy’s quiet, breathy “ I’ll take your word for it ” is lost to a shaky exhale as Kelly presses back into him with three fingers, starts immediately scissoring him before either of them get too turned-on to hold back. Kelly’s still half-hard, hidden under the hem of the ridiculously oversized shirt he’s wearing, and gradually getting harder– maybe if he was wearing pants or even just boxers it would be easier to resist the urge to just. Slide into Andy, fuck him right now, even though that doesn’t fit anywhere into their practiced routine. But as it is, Kelly’s stupidly underdressed and Andy’s kind of irresistible and they’ve both got just enough alcohol in their systems for it to seem like an increasingly good idea (which is to say, not much at all).

“Can I–” 

“Yeah, yeah, go on–”

Andy’s probably not quite prepped enough but he’s so warm and wet and tight when Kelly slides into him, all pretty gasps and hands that dig into his shoulders, gorgeous and effete and– softer than usual? If that means anything. There’s nothing frustrated and hurried about it like there usually is when Kelly pulls out again, thrusts back in slow, holds Andy against his body like he couldn’t bear to let go. And Andy holds back just as tight, arms around Kelly’s shoulders and ankles crossed behind his thighs, stuttered breaths coming out hot against Kelly’s neck. 

“C’mon,” he says quietly, moulding his lips around the words like it’s an effort, “gotta be quick, don’t wanna miss your date.”

Kelly snorts weakly, trying to adjust to the tight wet heat and the way Andy keeps clenching around him.

“He’s not my date .” Even a few swigs of whiskey couldn’t make him admit out loud how much he wants Matt to be his date, although it sure as hell has him toeing the line. That probably means something, but Kelly chooses wisely not to dwell on it.

“Oh yeah?” Andy gasps and moans high in the back of his throat when Kelly starts moving again, clutching him impossibly closer . “So if I told you to– hngh – look me in the eye right now and tell me he’s– ah, ah, Kelly – nothing more than a quick fuck, you could?”

Kelly does not grace that with an answer; despite how little he’s let slip, Andy is way too insightful for his own good. Even with a dick up his ass. Instead he sucks a proper bruise into the hot skin of Andy’s neck, letting his teeth scrape against it and his lips linger, and ignores the tiny voice at the back of his head reminding him of how he’s never done that before and probably couldn’t have chosen a worse time. 

And it seems the whole thing is dropped– that is, until they’ve both come and made a mess of Andy’s stomach and Kelly’s shirt and Andy turns to him with a knowing smile.

“That’s what I thought.”

They arrive at the club no more than ten minutes later than planned; Andy hooks his arm in Kelly’s and they wander through the crowd together, searching out “blonde hair– kinda long, covered in glitter, probably” and “scratch that– just look for the hottest guy in the whole damn club”. Andy raises his hand in a sloppy salute and Kelly laughs at him and they search, don’t even have to look far before Andy points out someone standing at the front, by the bar.

“That him? I didn’t see him for long last time, I don’t know if–”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s him.” Kelly is just as swept off his feet as he was the first time he set eyes on Matt, looking just as gorgeous and unfairly in-his-element as last time. He drags Andy through the crowd, guided by scintillant glittery hair and that same bright, dazzling grin.

“Oh, he’s stunning ,” Andy murmurs as they approach, and that’s the moment Matt catches his eye– Kelly raises one hand in an awkward wave, and Matt hops off his bar stool to make his way through the crowd to them.

“Hey, Kelly.” His gaze wanders over to Andy, and he doesn’t even hide how much he likes what he’s seeing. “Who’s this?”

“The roommate from last time,” Kelly says knowingly, and Matt immediately breaks into a grin; there’s promise in his eyes that Kelly hopes Andy sees too.

“I’ve heard lots about you,” he says, stepping in closer, and Andy returns his smile.

“Only good things, I hope.”

Kelly can see the way he’s sizing Matt up, and the realisation settles hot in the pit of his stomach. Matt nods, eyes hooded, and Kelly realises with another surge of that heat that he would love to see the two of them together. 

“Oh, very good things,” Matt says, blue eyes twinkling in the strobe lights, “ very good things, in fact.”

Kelly glances around, then takes hold of Andy’s sleeve and gestures off to the left.

“Let’s go find a corner.”

They form a strange little procession, Kelly holding Andy’s arm and Andy holding Matt’s, making their way through the throng of people to a more deserted corner at the back of the club. Kelly’s back hits the wall as soon as they arrive, knocking the breath right from his lungs, but he melts into it all over again when Matt pins him there and kisses him hard. 

He doesn’t taste like any kind of alcohol this time, just of spearmint and what could be cherry cola, licks into Kelly’s mouth like he knows he won’t be met by any kind of resistance. And he isn’t, of course, Kelly winds his arms around Matt’s waist and kisses back with all the enthusiasm he can muster. He hears Andy chuckle beside him and realises with vague alarm that even Matt’s lips couldn’t make him forget Andy was there, too.

“Don’t mind me,” he says, voice dropped all low and appreciative– Matt barely waits for him to finish talking before he’s breaking away from Kelly’s lips and tugging Andy in by the collar to kiss him as well, smoothing one hand down his chest. 

Watching them kiss is like a punch to the gut; nothing could have prepared Kelly for how hot it is, how well they fit together, how different they are and how they balance each other out seamlessly. Matt gets the upper hand, because Kelly doubts there’s a single person on this planet who would kiss Andy and not have it by default, and watching his sparkly fingers run through Andy’s purple-washed hair is like something out of a bright, psychedelic wet dream. Each piece of glitter catches the neon lights differently, makes the two of them look ethereal; when they pull apart he tracks each particle of the stuff on Andy’s skin where it’s rubbed off from Matt’s and it’s so oddly erotic he doesn’t ever want to tear his gaze away.

“Your turn, now.” Matt’s voice is low, Kelly barely hears it over the bass-boosted music– but he does and that’s all that matters, because then Andy’s leaning in to kiss him too. Kelly winds his arms around his waist and welcomes the kiss Andy presses against his lips, messy and open-mouthed, all sloppy and overwhelming and honey-flavoured (Kelly helped him rub the sweet gloss into his lips on the way, licked it off his finger afterwards and made Andy blush). 

Matt’s arm curls around his waist and Kelly is struck, suddenly and breath-takingly, by how weirdly right this feels: having the two of them like this, getting to kiss them and watching them kiss each other. He hopes distantly that whatever’s happening now isn’t just a one-time thing.

Andy’s fingers tease at the hem of Kelly's shirt. Kelly hums into the kiss, hopes it’s clear enough permission for him to slide his hand under it– it is, and he shudders at the feeling of Andy’s fingers pressing into his bare skin. 

“You two are gorgeous ,” comes Matt’s murmur from beside them, and Kelly shudders all over again at his tone. He feels Andy all but melt under his hands at the compliment and feels a fuzzy sense of triumph at knowing he’s not the only one affected. 

Kelly has kissed Andy many times, under many different circumstances, but never— never like this . Never standing in a club, with an audience, like it means something more than just lips meeting lips out of convenience. And he finds, strangely, that he really doesn’t mind it. In fact it’s kind of heady, the way his fingers run through Andy’s hair and how Andy pushes himself closer, fingers curling against the bare skin of his back, and Kelly’s never felt— attracted to him before like he does now. It’s probably just everything going to his head, but he finds he doesn’t really mind that realisation that much either.

“Looks like you two’ve already had your fun,” Matt says with one of those bright, slightly amused grins that never fail to make Kelly’s knees feel weak. He pulls back from Andy’s lips to follow his gaze and it lands on the dark, blotchy hickey on the pretty column of Andy’s neck. Oh . If Kelly didn’t know Matt so well (but as it is, he barely knows the guy at all) he might have thought it was a pretty bad look to bring Andy along with him sporting a hickey that Kelly clearly left there.

“Mmh, we sure have,” Andy says breathily, grinning as he wraps his other arm around Matt’s waist. Matt seems adorably happy about the action, leaning into Andy’s body and pressing a mindless kiss against his shoulder. “We can have a rematch, though, if you’d care to join this time.”

Kelly bites his lip to stifle a giggle at his choice of words: it’s exactly the term Matt chose to use in his little note to Kelly the first night they slept together. Matt’s gaze turns alluringly dark, fixing again on the pretty purple hickey, and Kelly’s hit with the sudden and primal urge to leave more of them. Make a trail of bruises all the way down Andy’s neck and chest, along the jut of his collarbone, repeat them all over again on Matt. His lips would be all red and bruised by the time he’s done, and he’d give into the kisses they’d pull him into like the dull ache didn’t make him even harder. 

“Well,” Matt says quietly, catching the flicker of arousal on Kelly’s face, “don’t mind if I do.”

They make it back to Kelly and Andy’s apartment, alternating between stumbling along the pavement hand in hand and stopping to shotgun Kelly’s cigarette on random street corners. Kelly finds himself pinned against the wall again once they reach the door of their dorm room while Andy unlocks it, letting Matt lick into his mouth and reduce every bit of clear thinking he has left to all-consuming want . He’s had threesomes before, as well as threesomes with two guys, but this feels– different. Better.

He lets Matt push him through the door and slam it behind them, finds himself sandwiched between Matt and Andy once the lock clicks and someone flicks the light on. Matt’s hands stay on his shoulders as they kiss but Andy’s wander, down Kelly’s sides and over his stomach and eventually settle on his hips, and the strong grip and broad chest pressed against his back have Kelly all dizzy and overwhelmed. There’s no way Matt can’t feel him straining in his jeans against his hip.

“I’m gonna let you orchestrate this thing,” Matt murmurs against his lips, already starting on Kelly’s belt buckle. Kelly hums his confusion, tipping his head back against Andy’s shoulder when nimble fingers unzip his jeans.

“What?”

“I’ve never done this before,” he says conversationally, like he’s referring to smoking or bungee jumping or anything other than a threesome. It surprises Kelly just enough to snap him out of his arousal-stupor.

“Never done– a threesome?” As far as Kelly’s concerned it’s a fairly commonplace thing to do. Matt nods, sucking a hickey into the side of Kelly’s neck. 

“Not with two guys, at least.”

Kelly goes to point out Matt mentioning that he’s gay, but gets cut off by a moan when Matt drops to his knees and tugs his boxers down to free his cock. And maybe it’s for the best: Matt’s curt tone suggests it’s probably not something he wants to talk about.

He lets Matt mouth and lick at his cock, melting into Andy’s embrace with a shaky whimper, but finally pushes him off when it borders on just slightly too much . 

“Ah, stop, y’re gonna make me come.” He fumbles as he winds a hand into Matt’s hair to pull him off, only a little sheepish when Matt grins all bright and teasing and says “ well, yeah, duh .” Then Matt’s gaze wanders just over his shoulder, and Kelly feels hot all the way down to his core when he realises Andy is looking right back at him.

“Why don’t we move this somewhere else?”

Kelly finds himself back on his bed no more than an hour after he lay here for Andy to prep him and it’s a weird sense of deja-vu to look up and have Andy gazing down at him all over again, sporting this silly little grin that exudes such fondness it makes Kelly’s heart ache . 

“We’re both prepped,” he says, turning to Matt and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Matt turns his head to make it a proper kiss and Kelly watches from his front-row seat as they make out above him, all slick and wet and hinting at desperate. Matt unbuttons Andy’s shirt and pushes it off his shoulders, exposing all that pretty pale skin that Kelly just wants to sink his teeth into.

“You cool with sharing him?” Matt asks, eyes twinkling, smoothing one hand down Andy’s chest and stomach and making the muscles jump under his skin. Kelly pictures the way they do the same when he sucks Andy off and feels winded.

“Be my guest.” He returns Matt’s little smirk and watches, entranced, as Matt guides Andy to lie down on the bed next to him, awkwardly squished between Kelly and the wall from the lack of space in these stupid dorm bunks but if anything Kelly’s delighted for the skin-on-skin as Andy presses up against him shoulder to hip. 

Andy fumbles for his hand when Matt starts kissing down his chest and Kelly takes it, unbelievably aroused by how Andy’s fingers tighten spasmodically around his when Matt finally gets to the bulge in his jeans. Feather-light kisses over the denim; Matt pins his hips down with one firm hand to stop him arching into it and Andy trembles against Kelly’s side, gasping out the most delectable soft pleas. 

Kelly turns onto his side to kiss him as Matt tugs his jeans and boxers down Andy’s thighs and takes him into his mouth, biting down in turn on the soft give of his lip when Andy’s teeth release their hold on it and swallowing every stuttered moan that leaves his lips. Andy’s head drops back against the pillow on a long, low moan and their kiss breaks, and Kelly takes the opportunity to watch Matt fit his lips around the head of Andy’s cock and bob his head up and down again, clearly enjoying himself a whole bunch. God.

Kelly winds his fingers into Matt’s hair to guide the slow movements of his head and Andy gasps quietly at the sight, lips all red from how he’s biting them to keep quiet. Kelly lets go of Matt’s head momentarily to pry Andy’s lip from between his teeth with a gentle fingertip, just like Matt did for him, and is secretly delighted when Andy shudders against him at the gesture.

“Where’d you guys keep the lube?” Matt asks, giving Andy’s cock a couple mindless strokes, thumbing just under the head in a way Kelly knows Andy loves . Predictably, his hips twitch up helplessly and he muffles a breathy moan in the back of his hand.

“Here.” Kelly rolls over to pull his nightstand drawer out and it’s the first thing lying there; he chucks it to Matt, who flicks the cap off and squeezes a generous amount onto his fingers.

This time, he does bother pulling Andy’s jeans and boxers the rest of the way off– Kelly chuckles inwardly at not having earnt that level of meticulousness. Two fingers go in easily, just as Kelly knew they would; he watches, only a little enraptured, as Matt presses a third in and Andy squirms against the insistent pleasure. 

“Condom?”

Kelly hands him one, stomach flipping when Matt tears it open with his teeth and rolls it on with startling precision. Watching him slide into Andy’s willing body like Kelly had done no more than an hour ago is hot beyond belief. Andy arches into it, probably at least a little oversensitive in that delicious, overwhelming way.

“Mmh– ah , so tight–” Matt falters midway, clamping his fingers around the base of his cock. Arousal trickles down Kelly’s spine all molten-hot at the realisation that Matt is close .

“Well– I’m sure you remember what I said last time.” He gives Matt’s side a gentle pinch which makes him squawk and jerk away from it and burst into giggles.

“ Not the time,” Andy grits out, grip tightened significantly on Kelly’s hand, “you two can flirt once you’ve made me come.”

Well, aren’t those both very attractive prospects. Matt cants his hips forwards all the way and Andy bites his lip around another one of those pretty, pretty moans– Kelly reprimands him gently, leaning in to kiss his cheek again.

“Don’t do that, we wanna hear you.”

There’s a protest on Andy’s tongue about the thin college dorm walls but it’s lost to a gasp as Matt starts moving properly, and Kelly knows just how fucking good that feels. Matt’s a delectable bottom but on the flip side he knows exactly how to use what he’s been given. 

There’s glitter all over Andy’s skin; Kelly runs his fingers over it and flicks at his sparkly nipples and kisses down his neck, surely getting glitter all over his lips, but if he had no qualms about sucking it off Matt’s dick there shouldn’t be a problem. Every time his lips brush over the hickey Andy whimpers, hips jerking, so Kelly does it over and over and drinks in the beautiful fucking sounds he’s making. 

“You were right,” he gasps out eventually, all flushed and glowing and sparkling in the shitty lights, “he is that good .”

Matt huffs out a beat of soft, incredulous laughter and pushes his hair back out of his face– that shouldn’t be so hot. But Kelly can’t drag his eyes away from the muscles rippling under his skin and how they flex when he combs his fingers through his hair, the way glitter rains down from his hair onto his face and shoulders.

“You talked about me?”

“Oh, only good stuff,” Kelly starts, pushing himself up onto his knees, “I can’t afford to create a sense of false hope.” It’s with a wry little smile that he positions himself at Matt’s back, hands on his hips to guide the gentle grind he’s slowed to. Matt’s breath stutters on a whine, head dropping back onto Kelly’s shoulder. 

“ Oh , that’s–” Andy watches Kelly over Matt’s shoulder, eyes all smouldering-hot and damp, so fucking pretty as he pants against the slow, insistent pleasure. Kelly holds his gaze as he runs his hand painstakingly slowly up Matt’s stomach, making the muscles quiver and jump in a tantalising parallel of what he’d done to Andy, rucking his shirt all the way up to expose his nipples. It’s delectable, the way Matt’s trembling minutely against him and stills his hips in favour of melting into Kelly’s ministrations, breath hitching into a whimper when feather-light fingers brush over his nipple. He’s all strung-out, Kelly’s to make or break, and the realisation is heady.

“ Gorgeous .” Kelly’s breath is hot against the shell of Matt’s ear; Matt is breathing hard, head spinning from the sudden change in dynamic. He moans something obscene when Kelly drags his hips back and snaps them forward again for him, scrambling for a grip on Kelly’s forearm. “Go on, fuck him.”

Matt obeys with a brisk, overwhelmed nod; glitter rains down from his hair and sticks to Kelly’s shirt, so Kelly lets go of him for a second to pull it off. Matt’s follows, and then they’re back-to-chest, skin against skin, and Kelly breathes a shaky breath of his own. Matt’s skin is so hot, almost feverish, all glittery and smooth and wonderful; Kelly tries to press himself as close as he can without it being weird, but if the way Matt sags further into him says anything he doesn’t mind. Far from it, in fact.

“Harder, c’mon,” Andy gasps out, fingers curling into the sheets when Matt obeys; Kelly kisses down his neck as he fucks Andy, sucking a pretty blooming bruise right at the juncture between his neck and shoulder to match. Matt drops his head to the side in silent supplication, hitching his hips forward harder . 

“Ah– ah , ‘m gonna come–” Andy’s always gorgeous when he comes, all glowing and flushed and hedonic– that’s probably kind of a weird thought to have about his best friend, but Kelly is far beyond dwelling on that. Especially when Matt replies with a quiet, gasped “ yeah, yeah, go on– ” and Andy comes all over his stomach, one hand flying down to stroke himself through it. Matt fucks him into oversensitivity, and comes with a pretty, bitten-off moan when Kelly reaches down to run the pad of one finger over his hole.

“Holy shit ,” he breathes, riding out the aftershocks with uneven, jerky nudges of his hips that make Andy tremble with it, “whoever’s idea this was– genius.”

Kelly laughs, warm breaths puffing over the crook of his neck, and presses a parting kiss to the flushed skin.

“It was yours, actually.”

“My point really fucking stands, then.” Matt grits his teeth as he pulls out and gets up to discard the condom in the conveniently placed trash can by the bed. Andy sinks back into the mattress, looking all sated and happy and glowing in a whole different way; Kelly takes Matt’s place and crawls up Andy’s body, leaning down to press a giggly kiss to his lips.

“Think you’ve got one more in you?”

Andy gazes up at him and frowns like that’s even a question, then bursts into breathless laughter again.

“If it’s for you– always.”

Kelly’s not sure how that’s supposed to sound, if it’s meant to be flirty or teasing or what , but it makes a gentle, possessive warmth come to life in the pit of his stomach. And the thing is, he knows it’s not even a lie.

“Don’t mind me,” Matt says with one of those grins that’s just edging towards too knowing, “if I’m third wheeling, just say the word and I’m out.”

Kelly rolls his eyes and reaches for him, dragging him into a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. He still hasn’t come, straining in his boxers, and each second that goes by without an orgasm is starting to hurt.

“Fuck me?” He gazes down at Andy again, smiling all stupid, and punches the air like a kid when Andy nods. 

“Roll over, big guy.” 

It’s an awkward debacle to switch places squished between Matt and the wall, but Matt only laughs at their struggle. Andy leans over to kiss him once they’re in place and Matt welcomes it with one of those soft, everything-is-perfect hums, smoothing his thumb over the high of Andy’s cheekbone. God, Kelly loves the way Matt treats Andy, like he’s precious and beautiful and delicate, is just as partial to the way Andy seems to melt into him. He must make some sort of noise because all of a sudden Andy’s pulling away and Matt is turning his head to look at him, grinning all bright.

“We neglecting you?”

Kelly falters for a split-second, no longer, but just long enough to realise that something here is different. Not wrong , per se, just– oh god. He doesn’t even want to put words to it. 

“No, no, continue.” Kelly flashes one of those big, cheesy grins to mask any of the residual trepidation and Matt just rolls his eyes, giving Andy’s Cupid’s bow a parting kiss. 

“Go on,” he says gently, but the quirk of his lips suggests he’s definitely teasing at least a little, “show him what you got.”

Andy’s fingers press into him for the second time that night, and Kelly clenches down helplessly around them. Andy’s so gentle , nothing like Matt’s hurried roughness, and the contrast between them has Kelly gasping. The lube is warm right off the bat– maybe one of them had been lying on it accidentally– and smears all over Kelly’s skin when Andy pulls his fingers out again to grip his thigh for leverage. 

“You good?” Blue, blue eyes gaze down at him; Kelly’s not sure what prompts him to cup Andy’s face and bring him down into a kiss, all languid and slow and soft, and hopes it’s answer enough. Andy slides into him right as his teeth come down on Kelly’s bottom lip and they gasp into each other’s mouths, breathy sounds that get drowned out again by prying tongues. Matt’s hand is warm where it strokes down Kelly’s chest; every bit of stimulation is like sensory overload, and Kelly is just overwhelmed enough to wrap one arm around Andy’s shoulders like he doesn’t ever want to let go.

“Fuck– please .” He’s not even sure what he’s begging for, just that Andy is so strong and solid fucking him into his own bunk and Matt is so warm against his side and everything is so good – okay, so Kelly should decidedly never hook up with anyone without a substantial amount of alcohol in his system again. What he wouldn’t do for a cup of shitty not-beer to cloud his judgement just a little.

Then Andy picks up his pace and Matt wraps one hand around his cock and stars burst to life behind his eyes. Andy’s topping game isn’t strong but he’s good, good enough that Kelly can barely breathe past it, and the way Matt thumbs just under the head of his cock is–

“ Oh , please just– hngh , don’t stop –”

Matt’s breathy laughter settles warm and gooey like honey over Kelly’s conscience; he turns his head for another kiss and Matt indulges him like it’s all he ever wants to do, licks into his mouth so thorough it certainly doesn’t help the way Kelly’s head is spinning from the pleasure.

“ God , you’re fucking stunning,” Matt murmurs against his lips, speeding up the pace of his hand, and Kelly comes with an embarrassing whimper-sob he will absolutely never admit to making. Andy’s hips stutter on a bitten-off whine as Kelly clenches around him and Kelly feels him come even through the condom, the warmth of it and how his hips stutter and push deeper , so hyper aware of them both it should be humiliating– but it’s not, Kelly just feels warm.

“ Mmh , holy shit –” 

Matt’s fingers trace over the tattoos on Kelly’s arm. It’s a familiar habit– one Andy also has, especially when Kelly gets a new one– and makes even more of that delicious warmth trickle down Kelly’s spine. 

“You’re not bad yourself,” Kelly continues with a firm pat on Andy’s shoulder, biting back laughter when Andy rolls his eyes. They both wince as Andy pulls out, doing much the same with his condom as Matt had done with his. Pleasantly sated, Andy collapses in a heap on top of the two of them; his laughter at their twin groans is muffled in Kelly’s neck. 

“Oi, there’s two beds here for a reason,” Kelly gripes, pinching him on the hip, but he doesn’t shove Andy off nor complain further when he doesn’t move. Being pinned down on a mattress when he’s not ragingly horny is decidedly less comfortable, but it’s nice in a weird, primal kind of way. Kelly feels safe squished between two warm bodies and the wall but they’d give him hell if he said anything– friendly, affectionate hell , but hell all the same.

It gets gross, eventually: Kelly’s come smeared all over their stomachs. Andy groans and gets up on shaky limbs to search out a washcloth and Matt runs his fingers through it as if it’s not gross, smearing it all over his skin then lifting his fingers to his lips and licking them clean. Kelly forgets to breathe for a hot minute.

“ Oh .”

Matt winks at him– and Kelly doesn’t even think before rolling over to press him into the mattress and kiss him silly, fingers digging into glittery tan skin. Matt’s arms around his waist are comfortable, familiar, and Kelly moans into Matt’s mouth when he feels the hard on pressing against his hip.

“I found– oh.” Andy drops the washcloth on the nightstand and climbs back onto the bed, looking just as self-satisfied as the first time. Kelly scowls mostly to himself when Andy squeezes himself back into the gap between Matt and the wall and jostles them both; Matt gasps at the inadvertent stimulation and Kelly kisses him deeper . He still tastes like cherry coke, all sweet and warm and pliant under Kelly’s hands, not uttering a word of complaint when Kelly tugs his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off and starts kissing down his neck and chest. 

Andy rolls onto his side and props himself up on one elbow (all “ paint me like one of your French girls, Kel ”, “ I don’t know any French girls, Andy ”) for a better view and combs his other hand through Matt’s hair– it’s such a soft, caring gesture that Kelly’s heart melts , even more so when Matt hums all content and nudges his head up into it– making this quiet, approving noise when Kelly finally reaches the tantalising trail of hair under Matt’s belly button. 

Kelly ignores his cock in favour of sucking a dark, stinging hickey into Matt’s hip that has him reeling , and Andy laughs at his sound of frustration when Kelly doesn’t even give in afterwards. Another hickey, this time paler, followed by another just underneath it; Kelly might be addicted to the way his skin blooms with them almost immediately– and finally, finally takes him into his mouth.

All of the air shudders out of Matt’s lungs; his fingers wind into Kelly’s hair, gripping just hard enough that it’s clear he doesn’t want Kelly to even think about moving back off again. 

“You know he doesn’t have a gag reflex?” Andy says with one of those wide, shit-eating grins, and Matt squints at him in thinly-veiled disbelief. “Seriously. You wanna test it?”

The crease between Matt’s brows melts away when Kelly presses his tongue just under the head of his cock and he melts bodily into the bed, his grip on Kelly’s hair loosening inadvertently. 

“Already have,” he grits out and Andy nods, eyes wide and curious. 

“Right. But have you done it properly?” He winds his fingers into Kelly’s hair over the top of Matt’s and guides Kelly’s head down further, gently, and Kelly gives in easily, taking every inch of Matt’s cock so agonisingly slowly he’s starting to get desperate himself. 

True to Andy’s word, Kelly doesn’t even flinch as Matt’s cock breaches his throat. The helpless moan that leaves his lips when he feels Matt’s fingers spasm in his hair wasn’t intended to make stars burst to life behind Matt’s eyelids, but when he unintentionally shoves his cock in deeper Kelly is far from complaining. So he does it again, hums around the cock in his mouth, even swallows once for good measure and ruts down helplessly against the mattress at the pretty, pretty sounds Matt’s making.

“See?” Andy says breathlessly, guiding Kelly’s head gently back up an inch or two, “He’s gorgeous, huh.”

Matt nods, overwhelmed and frantic as Kelly swallows around him again, fumbling to pin Matt’s hips down when he jerks against it.

“ Yeah , yeah, he’s so–” Matt’s breath stutters on a whine when Kelly pulls off, slow and teasing, stopping to lick the beading precome off the tip of his cock. Andy keeps talking as Kelly kisses down the inside of Matt’s thigh and all the way to his hole, murmuring soft, honeyed words that Kelly can’t hear but that Matt seems to love . He hooks one of Matt’s legs over his shoulder and grins all self-satisfied when Matt’s pretty noises turn higher in pitch for a second– doesn’t even give them time to come back down again before licking once over his hole.

“Oh– oh fuck –” 

Andy’s little beat of laughter rings pleasantly in Kelly’s head, spurs him on to seal his lips around Matt’s hole like a kiss just to hear him gasp again. He experiments with licking, sucking, pressing his tongue inside to figure out what makes Matt tick the most – but it seems to be the combination of things that’s doing it for him, draws out the prettiest sounds and the jerks of his hips.

“Pull his hair,” Andy says– a little louder this time, surely on purpose– and Kelly can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice again. “He likes it. A lot.” 

The combination of Matt’s fingers tightening in his hair and being talked about like he’s not right there has Kelly’s head spinning , drooling against Matt’s hole and making the slide slicker and Matt’s fingers tighten helplessly in his hair and it’s an endless cycle, overwhelming and intense. Kelly can’t help the way his hips jerk against the mattress; it’s Andy’s fault, really, for knowing his body inside out, that he’s gonna come untouched from giving head and getting his hair pulled like some teenager.

“ Ah , ah, ‘m close–” Matt’s fingers tighten against Kelly’s scalp and he arches into it when Kelly presses his tongue in deep , and he’s gonna have beard burn on his skin from Kelly’s stubble and it’s gonna hurt and every time he feels the sting of it he’s gonna remember this , that Kelly did it to him, and it’s– Kelly didn’t know he had such a thing about marking before today.

Two knuckles pressing hard over his perineum is what does it; the dual stimulation against his prostate has Matt coming all over his stomach with a breathless, overwhelmed little cry and Kelly follows him almost immediately, hips twitching and going all boneless against the bed as his orgasm washes over him.

“That was hot as fuck ,” Andy says gleefully, and when he finally lifts his head Kelly feels Andy’s fingers gently brushing over his cheek– in his floaty, post-coital glow Kelly almost interprets it as something intimate, even though it’s probably just Andy wiping the spit off his face for him.

“Glad you enjoyed the show,” Matt says with one of those beautiful, all-encompassing smiles, hair splayed out over the pillow as he catches his breath and Kelly just wants to– keep him. He’s secretly glad there’s glitter all over his sheets and pillow, hopes they stay embedded in the material for weeks. 

He flicks the light out and fetches the washcloth to wipe both of them down, abandoning the top sheet on the floor and praying one of them remembers to wash it before the come stains. It’s awkward for all of them to fit in one dorm bunk but they make it work: Andy spoons Kelly who spoons Matt, and there’s not an inch of space left between them but Kelly feels safe and that’s all that matters. Damn, the post-orgasm gooeyness is hitting hard today.

“That was– certainly an experience,” Andy laughs, lips brushing against Kelly’s skin. Matt hums quietly and with the way he’s holding him Kelly can feel his heartbeat under his hand, steady and comforting. 

“Yeah, the experience of a fucking lifetime ,” Matt agrees readily, threading his fingers through Kelly’s against his chest, “this was the best First Gay Threesome ever, for real.”

“Glad to hear it.” Kelly presses his smile against the back of Matt’s neck, settling his arms more comfortably around his waist. As it turns out, falling asleep squished between two warm bodies is easy; maybe it’s the two orgasms and good company or maybe it’s that distantly familiar, comforting warmth that seems to have made a place for itself in his chest and stomach, all soft and sweet and honeyed– he’s, like, ninety percent sure he’ll freak out about it sometime tomorrow, but not right now. Not yet.

“We should do this again,” Matt says matter-of-factly; Kelly echoes Andy’s enthusiastic agreement.

And so they do. Again, and again, skip over the clubs entirely to spend time together in Kelly and Andy’s dorm room, and it’s easy. They fit together like three pieces of a puzzle, a steady, gentle push and pull, learn each other’s bodies so intricately it’s like they’ve been doing this forever (Kelly learns lots of very new, very interesting things about Andy, too, such as the spot just under his jaw that when sucked makes him turn to jelly, and it’s addictive).

It morphs easily into something more, too– or at the very least, something more than just bi-weekly hookups. 

Kelly learns that cherry cola is Matt’s favourite soft drink so he makes sure to always have some in the minifridge, and Matt buys Andy’s favourite game for his Switch for when they inevitably start hanging out at Matt’s place too, lazing on his bed while his roommates are out and taking turns building little houses for Andy’s characters. And maybe it’s just friendship that this is morphing into, but then Kelly returns from fetching dinner at the canteen for them one evening to find Matt and Andy wrapped up in each other in his bed and feels another surge of that warm, melty gooeyness in his whole body and honestly, kind of doubts it: the last time he held someone like that was his first college girlfriend. 

“You know that new place that opened on the other side of campus?” Andy says quietly, lips brushing against Matt’s soft hair– the first time Kelly saw it without all the glitter was kind of a revelation, and he realised he hadn’t even noticed the black eyeliner until it was gone. Matt nods and takes the tupperware box from Kelly with a gentle, adoring smile, nudging his chin up for a kiss that Kelly easily gives him.

“Yeah, I know the place– the cafe, right? The French one?” 

Kelly settles in next to Andy, back against the wall and legs draped over his, and hands him another box. 

“Yeah, yeah, that one.” Andy pauses as he digs into the spaghetti bolognese, bumping his head against Kelly’s in a silly little gesture of thanks. “Thought we could go,” he continues eventually, and Kelly hears the hesitance in his voice when he adds, “together?”

“Like a date?” Matt grins around his mouthful of spaghetti and Kelly thinks distantly that no one has ever looked as beautiful with bolognese sauce smeared on their chin, but when he glances briefly at Andy to gauge his reaction he thinks Matt probably has one competitor. 

“If you– want?” Andy won’t look either of them in the eye, shovelling his spaghetti in with vigour; Kelly meets Matt’s gaze over his head and sees what is probably a direct reflection of his own fond expression looking back at him.

“I haven’t spent five out of seven days every week hanging out with you just to say no to a date,” Matt says, breaking into a grin, “back me up, Kelly?” 

“I agree wholeheartedly.” Kelly can’t keep the giddy smile off his face nor stop himself from reaching for the hand that Andy isn’t using to eat his spaghetti; Matt swings his legs over both their laps and they sit like that, tangled and draped over each other as they eat, and then Matt stays the night and they pile into Kelly’s bed and when Kelly wakes up the next morning he’s warm, and safe, and everything feels perfect.

He can see why this place appealed to gentle, sweet Andy as he stubs his cigarette out and walks through the front door; it’s cute, a little novelty French cafe, brimming with fairy lights and chalk murals and couples on first dates. Kelly finds Matt and Andy on the second floor, right at the back by the big bay windows, sipping on hot chocolates and sitting so close they may as well be in each other’s laps.

“I got you coffee with hot cocoa,” Andy says with a little grin, “I know you need your caffeine this time of day.”

There are only two people in the whole world who could convince Kelly to leave the comfort of his bed at the ass crack of dawn (okay, so it was probably closer to 9AM) for breakfast, and it’s honestly too early for the onslaught of soft mushy affection that fills his heart. Logically of course Andy would remember something like that, but it’s just– 

“If I knew coffee was the way to your heart I would’ve taken you out ages ago,” Matt says, all gentle teasing, and pats the seat beside him, “come sit down, Mr. Heart-eyes.”

Kelly is cold from being outside and the mocha is hot and Matt is so warm tucked under his arm and Kelly knows it’s just the early morning fuzzies talking but he really, honestly feels like he could stay like this forever. It feels like everything is perfect, like the assignment he has due in two days in nonexistent and his fingers aren’t all cold and stiff and the detour he took to buy a pack of cigarettes hasn’t emptied his pockets– his whole world narrows down to the soft quilted cushions and the sparkly lights and Matt’s head on his shoulder and Andy’s enthusiastic rambling, and nothing else matters.

“Y’know, it’s about time Kelly started dating again,” Andy says eventually, once all three cups are drained, all matter-of-fact and edging almost towards teasing. Matt laughs at the irony and Kelly joins him but the laughter quickly fades on his lips when he really stops to think about it. Why hasn’t he tried dating again since Renee in his first year of college? That was more than two years ago, just before he met Andy– 

He met Andy. That’s when he stopped dating. Right. It doesn’t really add up nor make sense at first, but– there’s no mistaking it.

“You spoil me,” he says with one of his signature I-am-trying-to-deflect-from-my-emotions eye-rolls, and wishes he had some mocha left to drink so he’d at least have something to do with his hands; having a mild existential crisis revolving around the very real, very overwhelming feelings he’s had for his best friend for years in the middle of a quaint French cafe is not exactly where Kelly thought he would be at this point in time, but life has a way of throwing its curveballs. 

“You look like you’re about to have a panic attack,” Matt says gently because of course he’s tuned-in enough to notice, and reaches suddenly for the tote bag that Kelly hadn’t even noticed was sitting under the table, “lucky I brought supplies.”

The bottle he produces is pretty expensive tequila– he must have bought it specially, and Kelly feels warm all over at the gesture; there’s no way it cost less than a week’s paycheck.

“From what I can tell, this place isn’t a BYO,” Andy says just because he has a slightly guilty conscience, but when Matt cracks it open he takes the bottle with a delighted grin, “oh, this stuff is good .”

They pass the bottle around a couple times, wary of the other occupants of the cafe, but no one seems to notice. Around the time when Kelly starts to think getting decently buzzed before 10AM in public like this is probably not a good idea, Matt packs the bottle away with a giddy little giggle– there’s no other way of describing it, and it’s so fucking adorable Kelly feels winded.

“Let’s take this back to our place?” Andy suggests, and after a round of enthusiastic nods they order takeaway french toast for breakfast and hurry back to Kelly and Andy’s dorm room. The alcohol on an empty stomach is warm but it’s nothing compared to the constant, comfortable warmth that has made a home in Kelly’s chest; he’s too much of a coward to put a name to it, but even acknowledging that it’s there is a good first step.

They end up piled on Kelly’s bed again– Andy’s mostly goes unused, turned into an unofficial rack for their coats. The heater is kind of fucked so Kelly piles the blankets on as they eat breakfast, but most of them get pushed back onto the floor when the alcohol and proximity of three bodies warms them all. After they’ve downed a good quarter of the bottle Matt puts it away, and then cups Kelly’s cheek to pull him into a deep, all-encompassing kiss. 

Kelly melts into it like he can’t help it– and he can’t , wouldn’t even want to think about not doing so. It’s the first time Matt has kissed him since Andy kind-of-unofficially-but-also-completely-officially asked them out and it feels different , blissfully so, warmer and softer and gentler. Like they’re kissing with the intention just to kiss, not to take it any further, to enjoy the taste and feel of each other’s lips and share this little piece of comfort. Andy takes the opportunity to shovel in more french toast while they’re occupied and Kelly would laugh and try to pry it back from him if he weren’t so caught up in what Matt’s doing with his tongue, his lips, the arms he wraps around Kelly’s back. 

“Give me one sec,” Andy says around a mouthful, icing sugar dusted over his lips, “I’ll be right with you.”

He worms his way into Matt’s lap as soon as he puts the mostly-empty takeaway container down on the nightstand, in the perfect place for Kelly to press a deep, parting kiss to Matt’s lips and move to kiss him instead. It’s all sticky and sugar-sweet kissing the sugar from Andy’s lips and licking into his mouth long and slow, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck and curling his fingers into golden blonde hair. 

Andy hums into his mouth and melts into him the very way Kelly did to Matt, all pliant and letting Kelly do whatever he wants; Kelly takes the golden opportunity to press one kiss to the corner of his mouth, a couple down his jaw and then a little trail of them down his neck to the fading remainder of a hickey he (or Matt) undoubtedly left a few days ago, and Andy bares his neck so beautifully for him.

“Ah, he’s so good,” Matt says absentmindedly, stroking gently up and down Andy’s back– and surely he doesn’t really mean anything by it but when Andy shudders around a whimper Kelly stores that piece of information away very securely for later. Interesting. 

He feels Matt shifting closer and realises with a gentle sort of tugging warmth that he’s kissing Andy while Kelly sucks bruises into his neck, and they’re all pressed in so close there’s barely an inch of room between them; the blankets tangle around their feet and Kelly doesn’t even think about moving to undo them.

When he pulls back the hickey on Andy’s neck is successfully renewed; Kelly feels the beginning of stirrings in his gut at knowing what the mark means , at how Andy let him do it, and it doesn’t warrant a single second of consideration to lean in and do the same to Matt. 

When Matt hums into it Kelly can feel the vibrations against his lips; his skin is warm and smells distantly like vanilla and Kelly just wants to stay right here, forever.

“So,” Andy says breathlessly, combing his fingers through Matt’s hair, “boyfriends, huh?”

The next time they fall back into bed together it’s different– that goes without saying, but without even putting words to it Kelly can feel the shift. 

He can feel Matt’s eyes on him in open adoration as Andy sucks him down, feel the gentle hands pinning his hips to the bed and those cupping his face to bring him into a deep, slow kiss, and it all just morphs into such overwhelming, affectionate warmth that everything else fades away into nothing.

“You’re so perfect like this,” Matt murmurs, brushing his fingers against the stubble on Kelly’s cheek, and Kelly’s stomach does all these giddy swoops. He’d never have guessed he had a praise kink but is pretty sure he would have every kink under the sun if it involved Matt and Andy. 

Then Andy sucks him down further and Kelly’s coming, gasping and trembling and reaching out blindly for Matt as it washes through him, shuddering around a breath when Matt holds him through it and presses soft, feather-light kisses all over his face. He’s caught back under the current when he gazes down at Andy and sees the film of tears in his eyes and red, spit-slick lips, pink cheeks and a delighted little grin that he wants to kiss.

“You sound– so pretty,” Andy tells him, and Kelly’s head is fucking spinning. He reaches down and Andy gives in easily, crawling up his body to kiss him wet and messy and kind of desperate, then Kelly gets a hand around him and Andy all but melts against his body with one of those breathy whimpers that Kelly adores .

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Waking up squished between two warm bodies doesn’t feel any different to how it usually does, at first. Kelly has slept with so many people and in consequence woken up wrapped up in so many different unfamiliar warmths, but as soon as opens his eyes that jerky apprehensiveness dissipates.

He presses a kiss against the warm, bare skin of Andy’s shoulder. Matt’s arms are strong and solid around his waist and there are hot puffs of breath against the back of his neck and everything is just perfect , all sweet and gooey like treacle in Kelly’s sleep-addled head. Neither of them are awake yet; mid-morning sunlight pours through from between the blinds they forgot to draw last night, so they shouldn’t be out for much longer.

Sure enough, Andy starts stirring and shifts in Kelly’s embrace, shoving his face into the pillow to shield his eyes from the light.

“Morning, baby,” Kelly croaks, voice all rough, and as soon as he says it he freezes. Hopefully Andy is still asleep enough not to have heard what he just said, but alas–

“Baby?” Kelly can hear the smile in Andy’s voice and relief washes over him all warm and fluttery. “I’m your baby?”

Kelly nuzzles the back of his neck and tries not to think about the countless fucking times he’s wanted to call Andy that and mistaken it for friendly affection . 

“Yeah,” he says quietly, a kiss presses against the soft skin, “you’re my baby.”

There’s a quiet groan and some shuffling behind them, and then Matt’s half-asleep grumble of “ hey, wha’ about me? ” and Kelly presses his laughter against Andy’s shoulder.

“You too, baby. Both of you.” It’s silly, Kelly’s never been this sappy and cheesy before, but for some reason it feels like the perfect thing to do. Matt’s fingers trace absent-mindedly against the tattoos on his bicep and Andy’s hand curls around his and– 

“Hey, wait.”

Andy makes a quiet questioning noise, urging him to continue.

“You really gave up the possibility of a relationship with that Alex guy– just so you could keep fingering me before every night out?” It’s probably the least romantic thing Kelly has said in his life, ever, but the way Andy’s expression softens as he glances over his shoulder suggests otherwise. “You didn’t have to tell him about that, you know.”

“I know,” Andy says with a sigh, snuggling Kelly’s arms and closing his eyes again, “except I kind of did , if I wanted him to turn me down.”

“Wh– why would you want that?” Maybe Kelly’s just too bleary to think straight, maybe the answer is glaring him in the face and he just can’t see it. Either way, he doesn’t manage to anticipate the elbow that Andy jabs into his ribs.

“ Dumbass ,” he says through a grin, “because I wanted you . He was supposed to be a fill-in and I needed an inconspicuous way of letting him down gently– well, kind of gently.”

Matt snorts, clearly sharing Kelly’s sentiment.

“That sounds pretty brutal to me, actually.”

Andy bursts into elated, giggly laughter; Kelly can’t tear his eyes away from how his skin is glowing in the sunlight, all golden and soft and beautiful. He’s pretty sure he’s gone down this exact line of thought about Matt at some point before, and the realisation makes him feel so overwhelmingly loved in return– almost to an unfamiliar extent.

“Well it worked, didn’t it? Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else right now.”

“That’s so– sappy,” Kelly says, still smiling helplessly, and Andy scoffs like he knows exactly what Kelly’s previous train of thought was. Kelly feels all warm at wondering if maybe his was similar– if maybe Andy and Matt have the same gooey, enamoured thoughts about him the way he does them– and comes to the conclusion that yeah, they probably fucking do.

Matt is already drifting back off to sleep again at his back, and Kelly brings his hand up to his lips to place a kiss against his knuckles. Nothing beats being held like this; Kelly hums happily when Matt gives his waist a gentle squeeze and presses a sleepy kiss against his neck. 

Somewhere between sleep and consciousness Kelly sends out a silent thanks to whatever higher power placed him in that cheap college bar on that day, at that time, with Matt, and another for being the good fortune in question he wished on Andy Darden. The universe sure can throw a pretty impressive curveball or two.