Fuck. Yes.

I was too horny to care. “Nah. We’ll just be quiet.”

“Not my strong suit,” he typed, then: “Ok, I’ll just be a minute. Go to the door!”

It was happening! I leapt back out of bed, pulled open my door, and right there in front of me was Thomas, sat on the bottom step of the stairs holding the back of Max’s head in his groin. Thomas yelped and Max choked and jumped back, seeing me. I was so shocked that I didn’t realise I was still holding my hard dick.

Max wiped the drool from his chin and put his hands over his naked chest, eyes still wide in shock. Thomas looked mortified, and not a little ridiculous sat on the top step with his cock out. Nobody knew what to say, so nobody said anything. My phone buzzed, and I didn’t look at it.

“I…” I started, before hearing something from upstairs. Aaron! We jumped to our feet - Thomas and I put ourselves together again, while Max looked around for his shirt and pulled it on fast. Aaron stopped at the top of the stairs, wearing his typical band shirt and jeans. He hadn’t made it to bed yet either, apparently.

“What’s up?” he said. My phone buzzed again. “I heard something.”

We all started to speak at once, saying variations on “I don’t know/Probably nothing.” Aaron eyed us all, the three of us in a line-up where we were all guilty. This isn’t happening.

He started saying something else but there was a noise from upstairs. K had clearly gotten tired of waiting and walked into the house. I cursed our shitty front door once again.

“Who’s that?” Thomas said.

“I don’t know,” said Max.

“Nobody!” I said, and at the same time Aaron (the only one of us upstairs) whirled around to see --

“What are you doing back here?” he said to the door. “Did you forget something?”

My brain dropped out of my gut. Aaron suddenly looked as guilty as any of us. K wasn’t fucking Max. He was fucking Aaron! I dashed up the stairs and pushed past Aaron, ignoring his protest. There, by the door, was K.

“Excellent,” he said. “Both of you at once! Shall I close the door?”