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Goshiki can’t stop thinking about it. About them.
They don’t make it easy to not think about them either. Ever since Goshiki started sleeping in the big bed every night it’s like a door that had been previously locked has now been busted open.
Ushijima and Semi are more free with physical touches than they ever had been before, both with Tendou and with Goshiki himself. It’s not that Goshiki is complaining; it’s actually the exact opposite. He likes the way Ushijima lets their fingers brush when he’s passing Goshiki his plate at dinner, and the gentle touches Semi uses to fix his haphazardly brushed bangs in the morning before he leaves for practice.
The only boundaries they haven’t yet crossed are, well. Romantic in nature, Goshiki supposes.
They cuddle in bed and on the couch, but Tendou is always between them, like a line none of them have found the confidence to step over yet. There are nights when they go to bed before Tendou gets home but they leave space for him between them each time.
Goshiki can feel himself hurtling towards doing something irrational and terrifying each night he lies awake and feels their eyes on his back. The two feet between their bodies may as well be two miles.
He’s lucky enough to have a beautiful, talented boyfriend like Tendou, right? Goshiki Tsutomu, with his cheeks still round with baby fat and awkward, fluffy bangs could never actually land a second or third attractive partner. Certainly never partners like Semi Eita and Ushijima Wakatoshi.
Still, the way they look at him when he comes out of the shower with just a towel slung around his waist, or when he does his morning stretches in the living room, like it’s taking every ounce of self control they have not to jump him…
It’s obvious to Goshiki that he’s developed feelings for them. How could he not when he spends so much time in close proximity to them, watching the way they love Tendou and yearning for that himself. It isn’t that Tendou’s love isn’t enough for Goshiki. On the contrary, Tendou loves him loudly and enthusiastically every chance he gets.
But Goshiki craves them all. He wants what they have for himself.
Things come to a head one afternoon in a rather unexpected way.
Goshiki is absolutely miserable by the time he gets home from practice, trudging through the door with a wet squish and leaning heavily back against it. He’d managed to strain the muscle in his shoulder a few days ago and chose to hide it instead of telling the coaches or their trainers. He assumed that by today’s practice he would be feeling better enough to play and that it wouldn’t be worth mentioning to anyone.
He had been wrong and when his arm spasmed mid spike he accidentally sent the ball flying into one of his teammate’s faces instead of where he’d intended, nearly breaking their nose. The coaches and his trainer gave him an earful about being reckless and selfish with his own health, for injuring one of his teammates, and for not telling them before he injured himself more dangerously.
The day only went downhill from there. It had started to pour on Goshiki’s walk home and when he tried to hail a cab he realized he’d forgotten his wallet back in his locker at the gym. He has no choice except to trudge back through the rain, ending up soaked and shivering by the time he finally arrives.
Tendou is at the shop and won’t be back until later which is a pity because Goshiki could really use a Tendou Satori brand hug right about now.
Someone makes a surprised noise and Goshiki looks up to see Semi standing in the hallway at the lip of the genkan, staring at him with wide eyes. He doesn’t doubt that he looks like a disaster with his dripping wet hair and soaked through clothing.
“Tsutomu? Are you okay, what happened?”
Goshiki opens his mouth to answer, then shuts it. Misery wells up in his gut and spills over as tears down his rain streaked cheeks. He’s never responded well to being lectured, especially when he knows he did something wrong, and all the anxiety and stress from the day finally culminates in a low, soft sob rattling up from his aching chest.
Semi startles forward and gathers him in a tight hug, unflinching as the cold rainwater from Goshiki’s clothing starts to sink into his own clothes. He doesn’t try to ask Goshiki anymore questions for which Goshiki is grateful. He’s not even sure if he’d be able to answer any of them anyways.
He cries pitifully into Semi’s shoulder, twitching with surprise when Semi starts to pet through his hair in careful, soothing strokes. Someone is picking him up and Goshiki only has a moment to realize it’s Ushijima before he’s being lifted and tucked against a broad chest, uncaring of where they’re taking him so long as they don’t let him go.
Ushijima has to let him go eventually though. He sets Goshiki down on the edge of the bed and helps Semi peel off his icy, soaked clothing. It seems weird that this is the first time Goshiki has been naked around either of them since they shared a locker room in high school, but neither man says a single word about it. Semi helps him tug on a shirt and based on the size of it he realizes it must be one of Ushijima’s.
And then he’s lying between them beneath every blanket on their bed, his frozen legs pressed flush to Ushijima’s as the larger man curls against his back. Semi is in front of him, his own warm calves tangled up with Goshiki’s and with Goshiki’s hands clutched between his own as he attempts to rub some of the feeling back into them.
Goshiki’s tears have dried up finally, though that same wobbly, emotional heaviness is still sitting like a stone in the pit of his stomach. Semi’s face is so close to his own on the pillow that Goshiki can count each individual eyelash framing his honey-chocolate eyes.
“Bad day?” Semi asks, his tone gentle. Goshiki isn’t sure he’s ever heard him speak like that, at least not to him. He nods, not quite ready to speak just yet.
Semi makes a sympathetic noise and scoots a little closer, pinning Goshiki’s arms between their chests. He feels like a live wire and he’s painfully aware of all the parts where his body is touching Ushijima and Semi.
It’s exhilarating and terrifying all in the same breath and he wishes Tendou were here to tell him what to do.
Semi seems to read his mind because he cocks his head slightly, reaching up to brush his damp bangs back from his forehead.
“Wakatoshi and I actually want to talk to you about something, now that we have you here,” he murmurs and Goshiki feels his heart skip a beat. It feels dangerous to dare to hope.
“We’ve already spoken to Satori about this… But we were hoping, maybe, that you might be interested in going out sometime. On a date. All four of us, together?”
Goshiki suddenly feels too big for his skin. Ushijima’s arms tighten by a fraction around his waist and Goshiki is struck by how warm he is right now. How safe they make him feel after one of the worst days he’s had in a very long time.
Semi is starting to grow nervous the longer Goshiki takes to answer.
“It’s okay if you need time to consider it. I know it’s even more unconventional than things are already, and it isn’t for everyone, but we’ve all grown to like you a lot and we were hoping maybe… you like us too?”
Goshiki is moving before he even realizes it and crushing his mouth to Semi’s between one breath and the next. Semi stiffens with surprise for only a brief second before relaxing, cradling Goshiki’s clammy cheeks in his palms as they kiss.
Semi’s lips are warm and a little chapped, but they move against Goshiki’s with practiced ease. Goshiki had intended for it to be chaste but when Semi is coaxing his mouth open and slipping his tongue inside he certainly doesn’t have any complaints.
It tastes like the sweet tea Semi always drinks and Goshiki closes his eyes, hoping he can memorize the flavor of it. Semi kisses like he has all day to do whatever he wants, slow and unhurried as he maps out each and every inch of Goshiki’s mouth.
He isn’t sure how long they lie there and make out but there’s suddenly an impatient hand on his chin and Ushijima’s twisting his face away from Semi’s and backwards over his shoulder until he can capture Goshiki in a kiss as well.
If Semi kisses like he has all the time in the world then Ushijima kisses like he has none left and the last thing he wants to do before the end is taste Goshiki’s lips. He scorches over him like a wildfire, keeping his body flush against his own with a single broad palm while the other brands itself into Goshiki’s cheek. His tongue is rough against Goshiki’s soft palette, thorough and claiming in this new, unfamiliar space.
Semi doesn’t make any pretense at patience while Ushijima ravishes Goshiki’s mouth but rather takes advantage of the tan stretch of Goshiki’s exposed throat by biting wet, deep hickeys into the flesh, causing Goshiki to whimper into Ushijima’s lips.
Semi’s hand is just starting to tease it’s way under the hem of Goshiki’s t-shirt when there’s a small, dry cough from the doorway of the bedroom.
Panic fills Goshiki when he sees Tendou standing there watching them and for one heart stopping second he thinks Tendou is about to start yelling.
Then a wide, shit eating grin spreads across his lips and he climbs onto the bed with them, reaching out to tease his fingers up the length of Goshiki’s leg through the blankets.
“I see the talk went well then,” he chuckles darkly and Goshiki whines at the promise of more to come filling his voice. Ushijima is still gripping his chin between his fingers and Goshiki feels suddenly like a rabbit caught between three hungry predators, wondering if he’s going to survive this encounter.
Tendou peels his shirt over his head and drops it off the side of the bed, then smirks at Goshiki with heat in his red-brown eyes.
“Do you think you can handle all three of us, Tomu?”
Can he?
Ushijima starts mouthing wetly at his ear as Tendou yanks the blankets down and off them, exposing Goshiki just as Semi works his hand beneath the hem of the t-shirt. They’re going to absolutely devour him and leave nothing but a few splintered bones behind when they’re through.
“Yes.”