Kind of weird, kind of awesome.

Perspective: Jacob

I think we were all scared that the magic of that first night could never be recreated. I had been fucked into the bed of one of my flatmates by a second flatmate, before finishing in the mouth of the third. It seemed to defy probability. But as morning came (we all slept in our own beds, at least as far as I know) the hard questions started to come. Was this arrangement a long-term thing? Was it sustainable? What if one of us got a boyfriend? Or what if two of us wanted to start a relationship? I knew I was never going to make it official with any of these guys, but any moves like that could result in serious drama down the line. The one thing I had liked about moving in with strangers - the lack of drama - had been taken away in the night. And what had replaced it was awesome - so far, anyway.

The morning after, I lay in bed and opened my senses. I heard Thomas making his way up the stairs, presumably off to the gym. I knew his patterns - on a Thursday, he had lectures most of the day and rugby in the evening, so he wouldn't be home until late. The shower was going upstairs, and had been for a while, so I presumed it was Max in there. And the sounds of indie music resonated through the kitchen floor. Only one flatmate had the confidence and aesthetic commitment to blast that stuff. Pulling on my sweats and going without a shirt (it was still warm, and what was the point in modesty now?), I headed upstairs to meet Aaron.

The kitchen was really the living room with an oven and stove in the corner - the only room in the house that wasn't a bedroom or bathroom. When I came in, a thin layer of smoke wafted from a pan, and the smell of bacon followed suit. I was vegetarian, but I missed bacon hard. Aaron was standing over the stove, nodding his head to the throbbing drumbeat of the music. I cleared my throat.

He looked up. You remember when I said I wasn't really into Aaron, or either of the other guys? It was true at the time, but apparently I was a complete fucking idiot. Having now seen him pumping his cock into Max the night before, everything had changed. His eyes shone and his cheekbones seemed accentuated. His frame was still scrawny, but he stood tall and straight (so to speak), and his jeans were tight and neat. He was hot.

"Er... hi," he said. I nodded at him and flashed a smile. I hate my smile if I stop to think about it, but it felt natural then, and he smiled back. Jesus, he had been hot this whole time. I wanted to stride over and kiss him right then and there, but two things stopped me. First, I had no idea how he would react. We hadn't interacted much during last night's orgy, and there was still every possibility he wasn't into me like that. Even if he was, such a move would be far from appropriate right now. We had to talk this through like adults before I could jump him. The second, and only slightly less compelling reason, was that I still wasn't wearing a shirt, and I didn't want his bacon pan to spit oil at me.

"So, last night," I said. I still had no idea what I was going to say, but just mentioning it seemed like a start.

"Mmm," Aaron said. "Did that really happen?"

"Sure did."

"I've never...never done anything like that before. I had already been, well... fucked once that night." This idiot was blushing, after everything we'd seen of each other! "To then fuck Max, while you and Thomas were doing your thing right next to us... it was amazing."

I let out a breath. "It was amazing."

A silence fell over us, neither quite knowing what to say. Aaron switched off the heat and carefully shifted his bacon to a plate. The music transitioned into a baritone voice backed by melancholy trumpets. Finally, Aaron spoke up again.

"I hope we can do something like that again. I understand if you don't want to, but it seems like a great opportunity." He threw himself down onto the sofa and began to eat, while still looking at me. I sat next to him - not too close, not too far away.

"Why would I not want to?" I asked.

"Oh," he said through the bacon, "I suppose no reason? I just don't know if everyone had a good time. It seemed like it, but... I just don't want anyone to feel like they have to be peer pressured into something now."

I smiled again. "Everyone seemed into it. And thank god we have 420bootywizard to bring us together."

Aaron laughed. "Yeah, we owe that guy. I take it you met him last year?"

"Yup, a couple of times. Which reminds me - you already knew I was gay, didn't you? I've never seen you on Grindr, which means you must have blocked me. It's okay," I quickly added, seeing his eyes go wide. "I'm not going to take it personally. I would've done the same if I'd seen you first, just to avoid the difficult questions."

"Exactly," he said, pointing his fork at me. "I just didn't want that to be the way you found out about me."

"But you must have known for months," I said. "And you didn't bring it up at all. It's okay if the answer to this is no, but: do you want us to fuck sometime? Only I would've thought that if you were into me you might have said something."

Aaron lapsed into thought. I was surprised at the boldness of my own question, but I knew it had to be asked now, before things got too complicated between the four of us. I realised the shower was off - Max must have finished without my hearing it.

"I didn't say anything because I didn't want to mess up the balance," Aaron finally said. "I mean, none of us really know each other, and I think we mostly liked it that way. And knowing you were gay didn't really make a difference to that - it didn't mean we were going to be best friends, right? So I didn't bring it up. But... yes." He set his plate down and turned to me. "You're adorable, Jacob. And your cock is enormous. We should definitely fuck."

I couldn't take it any more. I leaned over and kissed him deeply, and he accepted my kiss by wrapping a bony arm around me, pulling me tighter into him. As we broke apart, I smiled.

"What?" he asked?

"You taste like bacon," I said, leaning in again.

"Shit, sorry, I forgot you were veggie."

"It's okay," I said. I kissed him again and rubbed at his crotch, feeling him relax. "I think I've found the meat I need."