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Skittery wasn’t necessarily shocked when he came home to find the living room completely cleared out; he was more impressed that he couldn’t find any of the furniture, well, except for a single dining chair.
Where in the world did he get that? They barely had room for a couch.
“Bumlets? Where are you?” Skittery called out, putting the bag of food he was holding on the kitchen counter.
“In here.” He called from the living room. “Will you c’mere please?”
Skittery froze once he saw Bumlets’ outfit. A simple pair of sweatpants and a cropped shirt. It would be a completely fine outfit if the shirt weren’t made entirely out of mesh, and the sweatpants weren’t grey.
Before Skittery could say anything, Bumlets grabbed his hands and pulled him into the living room, shoving him into a chair that was sitting in the middle of the room.
“Stay there.”
Skittery chuckled as he situated himself. “Okay. What are you doing, though?”
“I need to see how this works with a partner,” Bumlets said, leaning down, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “Stay still.”
“I am,” Skittery said, a small smile forming as he looked at his boyfriend.
Bumlets turned on the music and started moving towards Skittery, his hand coming to rest on Skittery’s shoulder, moving down his arm slowly, making his heart beat faster.
Skittery’s breath hitched when Bumlets threw one leg over his lap, straddling him, as his arms moved down his arms. He wasn’t sure if the air was actually getting thicker or if it was just him.
“Are you okay, mi corazón?” Bumlets asked him. Skittery opened and closed his mouth, his brain failing to string a sentence together. He nodded, knowing that Bumlets didn’t believe him.
His breathing went back to a semi-normal rhythm when Bumlets flipped off of him, giving Skittery the perfect view of his bend.
Skittery sank into the seat, the air growing even hotter as Bumlets spun himself to face Skittery. His breathing failed again once he felt Bumlets’ hands on his thighs. He looked down to see Bumlets moving his head around, driving his thoughts crazy as he saw his neck.
He covered his face with his hands as his body sunk down even further, enough to make Bumlets stop his movements and look up at him.
“You’ve gotta stay still, mi amor,” Bumlets said, pushing him up, only for him to fall back down.
“Does it have to be this dance?” Skittery mumbled through his hands.
“It’s the one I’m doing this weekend.” Bumlets said like it was nothing. “I’ve got to practice, which means you’ve got to stay still.”
“I can try.” Skittery put his hands at his side, Bumlets went back to his position in front of Skittery. He put his hands back onto Skittery’s thighs, making the air feel like jello.
As Bumlets continued to move, Skittery couldn’t seem to stay still; his body sank into the chair once again. Bumets stood up, crossing his arms as he tilted his head.
“You have to stay still,” He said.
“I can’t,” Skittery mumbled. He couldn’t look at Bumlets without combusting.
“Why not? You have no problem when I practice all the other times.” Bumlets looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
Skittery just groaned. Bumlets was right. Skittery typically didn’t have a problem with him practicing. This time with the outfit, the music, and the moves. He was breaking Skittery.
He had to know it.
“What’s going on here?” Skittery and Bumlets both looked towards the hallway to see Swifty standing there. “Why’s he so red? What did you do, Dami?”
“I was trying to practice. He won’t stay still.” Bumlets defended himself.
“What song are you doing?” Swifty asked, crossing his arms.
“I see red.” Bumlets said with a shrug. Swifty’s eyes moved up and down his boyfriend’s outfit. He dropped his head and laughed.
“That’s why. Qīn'ài de, look at you and the song.”
“What?” Bumlets looked down at his outfit and over to the radio. “Oh.”
“I’ll practice with you. You’ve got to unbreak our boyfriend, though, before I do so.” Swifty said. “And you’ve gotta eat.”
“Not hungry,” Bumlets said, turning off the radio.
“When was the last time you ate?”
Bumlets thought for a minute before shrugging. “I don’t know.”
“Yeah, let’s get some dinner.”
Bumlets went over to Skittery, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “You’ve been freed, darling.”
“Good,” Skittery said, fixing his shirt. “You’re evil.”
Bumlets just smiled at him, “I guess we need food before I continue.” He turned to Swifty with a puzzling expression. “How’d you even know I haven’t ate today?”
“I didn’t. You just told me.” Swifty said proudly. A smile formed on his face as he quickly grabbed the bag from the kitchen and dished out the food.
The dinner went by quickly and silently. All of them are enjoying the food after the long day they’ve each had. When dinner was finished and Bumlets and Swifty had started the practice. Skittery found himself sitting against a wall, watching them as they danced together.
Watching them together was a breath of fresh air for him. A safe place.
Even if that safe place was making him warmer than a marshmallow over a flame.
As the dance progressed, he couldn’t help the blush that was creeping onto his cheeks, and his heart was beating fast. As the night grew closer, they were figuring out exactly what worked and what didn’t. Skittery loved watching every second of it.
“What’d you think, bǎobèi?” Swifty asked him.
“It was… um, hot?” Skittery stammered. Both Bumlets and Swifty laughed at his flustered state. “Stop laughing.”
“You are very adorable.” Bumlets sat down next to Skittery. Swifty followed his lead. Each dancer grabbed one of Skittery’s hands, holding it tightly.
Skittery dropped his head onto Swifty’s shoulder. Savoring the moment between the three of them. It wasn’t very often they got to all be together like this.
Not in a while, at least.
“Hey, Bum?” Skittery asked, sitting up slightly.
“Yes, mi amor?” Bumlets brought their entwined hand up to kiss his knuckles, getting a quiet hum from Skittery.
“Where’s the couch? And where did you get the chair?” He asked. Swifty looked around, not finding it either.
“Yeah, where is the couch?”
“On the balcony, and I got the chair from Ms. Hillson next door,” Bumlets said after a minute. There was a shocked silence before all three of them burst out laughing.
“How did you get it out there?” Swifty asked, wiping his tears from laughing too much.
“Very carefully.” Bumlets smiled. He was clearly proud of himself for that.
“You are insane,” Skittery said through laughter.
Once they got the couch back into the apartment—only minor damage occurred—they all sat down. Skitery, claiming his place curled up between his two loves. Bumlets had decided to put on a movie to end the night.
“So I should wear that more often?” Bumlets whispered to Skittery.
“Shut up,” He mumbled as he buried his face in Bumlets’ lap.
“I think you should,” Swifty said, his hand resting on Skittery’s hip.
“I hate you both,” Skittery muttered. He couldn’t stop the smile that was appearing on his face as he spoke.
Skittery knew that his boyfriends loved to make him flustered. They could do that all they wanted to, as long as he got to call them his at the end of the day.