Attack!

Mark at least has the decency to look apologetic as he laughs. Sasha is merciless with her giggling. My embarrassment pressurizes my head until I can’t think beyond the need to get back at her for this. She thinks she can just… kiss me, and him, and anyone! Well I can too!

I lurch forward and press my lips awkwardly to Mark’s. Ha! That’ll show her. See how she likes it when her boyfriend and I kiss! … I, I have made a horrible decision. I open my eyes and see the shocked look on Mark’s face. Sasha’s laughter is gone. There is a horrid awful awkward pause as I feel the entire scaffolding upon which my world rests collapse. Mistake! Bad! Flee! I push off of Mark and begin to scramble off his lap, tears forming in my eyes as I panic. A low whine escapes my mouth, heaving with my breath as I desperately claw my way off the recliner. As I crawl down to the floor and back up to my tiny feet, the sound manages to shift to small sobs.

I hear Sasha try and calm me down. “James come back! It’s okay!” She keeps speaking but since it’s very much not okay, and my sobs are making it hard to focus, I stop listening. I let my short legs carry me to my room, slam the door and hop into my bed to shove my stupid face into a pillow. What the absolute shit was I thinking! No amount of **** can excuse this! I’ve ruined everything! I have no family, no job or job prospects, the world is actively debating whether I should be considered human and if I should be killed, literally the only thing I have going for me right now is Mark and Sasha. What the hell is wrong with me. Stupid stupid stupid.

I hear a knock on my door. It doesn’t have a lock, so there’s not really anything I can do but crawl under my pillow, grab the other pillows, and construct a hasty pillow fort to hide in. “Go away!” Yes, they won’t ever suspect the sobbing pillow fort is where I am.

I hear Sasha’s voice. “Are you okay? I promise it’s alright. No one is mad at you. I shouldn’t have teased you like that, so if anything it’s my fault. I’m sorry.” I feel her sit down on my bed. I try to stifle my whimpering, and resist the urge to sniffle. I fail, but I’m trying. “Please come out.”

“No.” Damn it. Now I can’t hide here.

“… James… I really don’t mind that you kissed Mark. You’ll always hold a special place in my heart, and that was always because of who you are inside. You’ve always been my big strong silent man hiding a sensitive heart and nerdy interests. Don’t misunderstand, I love Mark too. He’s been a close friend for years, both in school and at work. But… none of what I say is going to matter because you’re drunk so I’m talking to the pillows right now as much as I am to you, aren’t I?”

Maybe if I get more pillows, and reinforce them with blankets, I can build a trench to sneak my way to the bathroom. Then I can hide under the bed and under the bathroom sink, and will have access to a toilet and the sink when no is looking. Then I just need to build a trench to the kitchen.

Sasha sighs. “I guess I should just show you it’s okay.” Suddenly the roof of my pillow fort is ripped away, my defenses gone in an instant. I cover my eyes and whimper as the end comes for me. She snatches me up to throw me out… very gently. She sets me in her lap, ready to curse me for existing… and pats my head. Suddenly her lips are on mine… to… hate me? Somehow? Her hands take my wrists and slowly lower my hands from my eyes as her lips keep my mouth occupied. My mind is locked up, unsure how to process this. It’s not a quick peck, or even a teasing kiss. It keeps going, a make out session I can’t comprehend. I can vaguely register that she’s carrying me, and she sits back down.

She releases my lips, and I widen my eyes to try and figure out what’s happening. I’m in Sasha’s lap, as she sits in Mark’s lap. “Nothings wrong with this. I still like kissing you. And I bet you liked kissing Mark. We’ve talked about this sort of thing, me and Mark. While in bed.”

“And I said we shouldn’t press…” Sasha puts a finger on Marks mouth.

“I’m not going to pressure her. But she should know how we feel, so she can make an informed decision. I never wanted to break up with you. And I won’t leave Mark for you. But… I think you wouldn’t want me too. But whether I’m wrong or right, you should know me and Mark both think you’re really cute. You can kiss us both as much as you want. So, why don’t you kiss Mark again. It’s okay. I want you to. He wants you to. So, if you want to…” Sasha is basically whispering into my ear at this point as I feel my face try to cook itself while I stare into Mark’s eyes. She wants me to kiss Mark? And Mark… his eyes are somehow being polite with their non verbal yes. My eyes can’t take anymore and drop from his eyes… to his lips. Damn it.

Sasha leans towards Mark, taking me with her as I ride in her lap… this is dumb… but she said it was okay… I scrunch my eyes closed and let my lips fall on Mark’s. There’s a dreadful moment of uncertainty as Mark remains completely motionless and all my insecurities and fears claw at me, insisting I’ve fallen into some kind of trap that proves everyone should hate me. And then Mark moves. His hand appears on the back of my head and his lips press against mine. I’m surprised, as I expected Sasha to be the more aggressive kisser. But he quickly begins to set the pace for the kisses.

“That’s it, enjoy the kisses. We’ve got all night to show you everything is going to be okay.” Sasha whispers into my ear and kisses my cheek. I open my mouth a bit and Mark takes full advantage, slipping his tongue inside. His tongue quickly investigates my mouth, finds my tongue, and presses it down to be massaged against the bottom of my mouth while Sasha begins nibbling on my large pointy ear.

Finally Mark pulls away, and I try to catch my breath while opening my eyes that I don’t remember closing. Sasha gives me a quick chaste peck on my lips before giving Mark a more generous kiss. My world seems to just be kissing now. I watch them numbly for a second before the fear of being abandoned pushes its way into my drunken head again.

They stop kissing and look back at me, only to find my eyes tearing up again. Mark quickly kisses me again to keep the fear away. “You are too drunk right now for this. Let’s get you to bed.” I nod my head and sniffle to try and keep my self under control. Sasha stands up and starts carrying me to bed, with Mark right behind her… carrying me to their bed.

Sasha kisses my cheek while walking into her master bedroom, the room she shares with Mark, the room we used to share. It hasn’t been rearranged any, it’s still just a large room with a king size bed dominating it, a walk in closet to the left and a computer desk to the right. “Don’t worry. I just don’t want you panicking in the night again. You’ll be nice and safe with me and Mark.” What is that supposed to mean? I have been perfectly reasonable this whole time… maybe. And it does feel nice being in her arms.

Sasha lays me down on her bed and helps me change into pajamas. She slips a light blue sleeping gown on me that she probably got just for me since she doesn’t use sleeping gowns. Then she and Mark get into their own pajamas. I blush as I watch Mark strip down to his boxers and throw on a white T-shirt. Similarly Sasha doesn’t bother with modesty and gets down to her own grey panties and bra, before putting on a low necked purple pajama sweater. Before I really can react, Mark is on my right, a wall of muscle under a tiny layer of white cotton. And Sasha is on my left, snuggling closer to me. I am suddenly trapped between them… I don’t know how to feel about this.

I look at Sasha and she kisses me gently on the lips. “Good night. We can talk more tomorrow. Just know we both want the best for you right now.” Her hand rests on my shoulder and squeezes me reassuringly. And Mark’s hand joins her, making it clear he supports me feeling happy and safe and loved just like she does.

I should probably stop drinking like I have my old body. I’m tiny now, and cannot handle it like I used too… but, maybe I got lucky this time. I let their love wash over me, and enjoy my new fort they have made around me. It may not be as easily expandable as the pillow fort, which just needed more pillows, but it makes me feel much safer than the pillows ever did.

My eyes grow heavy and my mind slides off to sleep.

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Ugh. I need to learn not to drink so much. My head is killing me. Ow, ow ow. Well, at least I’m not waking up on cold concrete like the last time I woke up with this bad of a hangover. In fact, the bed is fantastic. With my eyes still closed, I try and stretch my arms above my head. Aww, that feels good. If only I could do the equivalent of that for my head. I lower my arms down along my sides… and smack them both into something. My right arm hits something first… huh. I squint open my eyes and am pleased to see the window isn’t letting in too much light.

I look to my right first… um. I… guess I’m glad he’s a heavy sleeper? Or at least, my wimpy arm can’t hit him hard enough to wake him up. I slowly pull my arm back, staring in confusion at Mark’s sleeping face. A cold chill runs down my spine as flashes of last night break through my hangover. I look to my left and confirm my suspicions. Sasha. Both arms now welded to my sides, I shake my bleary head to make sense of this. And then regret it instantly. I need to stop drinking.

My head hurts as the gears start to churn, pushing through my morning and **** induced fog to peace together what’s happening, so hopefully I can move on to what to do about it. Unfortunately as the memories of last night begin to fully emerge from that fog and slowly connect together I become less able to come up with any plan of action. What the shit drunk me! Last time you get a pass because obviously it’s not your fault I woke up three feet tall, green, and packing different equipment. But this?! I look down for an escape route and see that their legs are intertwined beneath me, so there is no path of escape that doesn’t involve climbing over one of them.

Okay… it’s okay. Sasha… was okay with stuff? And… she kissed me. And I kissed Mark. And everyone kisses everyone. I… I don’t know what to do.