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"You have to ask your father to buy us a bigger bed." Warren said, sprawled out over the end of Peter's bed, his wings stretched out from side to side, the tips trailing on the ground.
"Oh, that's great," Peter muttered. "Hi dad, can you buy me and my boys a new bed, only we're living in sin and-"
"Ve're not living in sin," Kurt interrupted, curling up slightly from the desk where he was trying to do homework, because if he came to Peter's for study he at least tended to try and get the majority of the work done first. Unlike Warren, who was just delighted for a chance to take off his shirt, stretch his wings, and pester Peter into massaging him.
"Yeah, figure of speech," Peter answered, until he saw how Kurt was hunched in on himself, his tail wrapped around his leg, and even Warren had stopped draping himself over the bed and was looking up, fluttering his wings slightly to get himself to his feet.
Normally, Kurt tended to poof off out of the room when he was anxious, which sucked for them. If he was staying, that was good. Peter walked over, frowning when he saw just how tightly the tail was wrapped against his leg.
"Kurt?"
"Ve are not living in sin!" He insisted, and those yellow eyes were full of tears, and Peter felt like a piece of shit, and wondered if he could somehow rewind time - at least enough to mean he hadn't said whatever it was that had made Kurt so upset.
"Okay, cool, we're not-" Peter agreed, managing to bite down the argument that three teenage boys fucking when they should be doing homework met most definitions of living in sin.
"We probably get a free pass," Warren murmured, stretching and rolling his shoulders, a loose feather dropping to the floor. "Not that we're doing anything bad, but given my looks I guess-"
"Zis..." Kurt swallowed, his pen slipping from his fingers. "Zis is a good place. A good... zis is my home. Zis is my sanctuary."
"Yeah, course it is Kurt. You know you're welcome here, right?"
"But I am..." there was a pause, and Peter waited for Kurt to say ugly so he could argue. Kurt looked down and continued in a whisper. "Monstrous. Devilish."
"Kurt, you are the least devilly person I know," Peter pointed out. "You're doing your homework. And that was an extra credit assignment. And your stepfather set it, so you could totally skip out on it all together."
"I vas interested."
"Yeah, because you're a dork. Look, if we're going for stereotypes me having grey hair around you two probably makes me a -"
"Don't joke about zat." Kurt reached out, one claw brushing a strand of Peter's hair off of his face.
"I'm sorry," Peter said honestly, and he was sorry, because now Warren was looking uncomfortable too, his wings mantling as he scanned the room, and Peter groaned because he might have been the sane one out of him and his dad, or him and his boyfriends, but that meant his life was dealing with one set of trauma after another.
"War, come on, sit down..." Peter caught him by the wrist, tugging him over, running his hand between Warren's wingblades until he moaned softly, relaxing against him.
Kurt was ignoring them, back to his notes, but he wrote a couple of quick lines, and then sat down on the bed, cross legged by Warren. Warren smiled and arranged his wing so that it trailed over Kurt's leg, and Kurt obediently set about brushing his fingers through the feathers.
"I'm sorry," Peter said, honesty shining through. "I didn't wanna hurt you, and... I get it, well, I don't get it, but... your faith matters to you. I'm not trying to take that from you or... or say this is bad."
Kurt nodded, leaning down to kiss Warren, and Peter smiled shyly.
"Finished your homework then?"
"Yes," Kurt answered primly, smiling at Warren's answering grin. "Do you want to put out the light or?"
"I'm alright. For now," Peter replied. "We can fool around a bit. There's no pressure."
"Zank you," Kurt muttered, and Peter wished that he got to see him naked, even though he understood. Kurt was embarrassed, hated touch even to the scars visible on his face and hands, and the rest of his body had suffered far worse than that. But he wanted to show Kurt just how beautiful he was. And one day they would. For now though, he was happy to arrange Warren so he lay over them both, kissing at his neck.
There was a loud crash, and then a poof of blue smoke, and a second later Kurt appeared the other side of the bed, flushed a deep purple.
"My tail caught the vater glass."
"I'll speak to dad about a bigger bed." Peter conceded, reaching out to coax Kurt back in beside them as Warren cuddled closer against him.