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Both Oliver and Percy would be away for a few days due to work, leaving Marcus entirely alone. Neither wanted to leave him alone but he insisted that he should stay home. He would be bored going with Percy and Oliver would be training so he'd be alone most of the time anyway if he went along. The two had begrudgingly agreed that if he wished to stay home they wouldn't try to convince him otherwise and promised to owl him. Percy then proceeded to threaten to have his mum check up on him if he didn't reply.
It was only the first day when he raided their closets and pulled out one of Percy's jumpers. Since it was big on Percy it fit him well enough. Honestly it probably was Oliver's at some point considering Percy took care of his clothes and was unlikely to have holes in the sleeves of them. Marcus owned plenty of his own jumpers that fit better, including an incredibly comfortable one from Mrs.Weasley. But something about pulling one of Percy's over his head felt better. From Oliver's dresser he snatched up a pair of joggers.
He got cozy on the couch with his dinner and a big blanket, Puddlemere themed as Oliver had so much even from before he was signed. Wearing their clothes wasn't quite the same as them being there but it made him feel a bit less lonely. Not that he had planned to tell them that. In all honesty he hadn't planned to wear the clothes to bed for the few days they were gone. He told himself that he would wash them and put them back where he found them that last morning.
Oliver and Percy both finally arrived home after and greeted each other with a quick kiss outside the door. Percy was the first to pull away, turning to the door despite Oliver trying to pull him back in.
“Marcus is probably already asleep, it's after midnight,” Percy whispered, reaching for his keys. Even with it being so late no one would be around Percy didn’t want to risk any muggles seeing them using magic.
“Then can we go to the couch? It's been so long,” Oliver asked, pressing against Percy's back and trailing soft kisses down his neck.
“It's been four days. Besides I barely slept the whole trip,” He unlocked the door and stepped in, Oliver behind him. “I am in no mood to-”
“Well the couch is already occupied anyway.”
Percy looked over and stifled a laugh at the sight before him. There was Marcus, sprawled across the couch wearing a jumper Percy was certain belonged to him and Oliver's joggers if the Puddlemere logo down the side was anything to go by. The jumper was riding up to show a bit of his stomach, his left hand resting across it, and one of his legs was dangling off the edge.
“He's wearing our clothes, Perce. Who knew he was such a softie?”
“We should wake him, can't imagine he's comfortable.”
“He should wear our stuff more often.”
Percy rolled his eyes, “Yes, yes. Marcus looks great and you want to shag us.”
“Fine, I'll behave.”
Percy gently shook Marcus's shoulder, “Wake up love.”
The man grumbled, blinking bleary-eyed up at him, “What time is it?”
“Almost 2 in the morning,” Oliver replied.
Marcus sat up quickly, eyes wide, as their voices registered in his sleep-addled brain, “You're home?”
“Yes we are.”
Oliver looked the man over once again, “And you look sexy in our clothes.”
Marcus's face tinged pink and he looked away from Oliver's gaze,”Piss off.”
Percy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Do you have an off switch?”
“He's wearing your jumper, Perce, you can't tell me that doesn't do anything for you,” Oliver said, wrapping his arms around Percy from behind and resting his chin on the redhead's shoulder.
“I'm actually currently trying to ignore what it does to me because I need sleep.”
“I bet you want to pin him to the couch and do terrible things to him while he's still in that jumper.”
“I'm going to do terrible things to you in a moment if you don't shut up.”
“Maybe I want to shag on the couch?” Marcus suggested.
Percy untangled himself from Oliver and leaned in close, his mouth next to his other partner's ear. Marcus's breath hitched and Percy smirked, “After I sleep.”
“Oliver is here, isn't he?”
Percy straightened up, “He is. But I know you like the attention from both of us more than you let on.”
“Arse,” Marcus replied, sitting up to stretch.
“Oliver is right about one thing…”
“What's that?” Marcus asked, pausing with his arms crossed above his head.
Oliver smirked, “I have a guess.”
“Leave the jumper and joggers on, you'll need them in the morning.”
“Fuck you.”
“Actually I'm pretty sure he wants to fuck you, while you're in his jumper.”
“Can we gag Oliver though?”
“Hey!”