I must confess, I love the concept of sugar daddies/mommies. However, only the concept. Not in practice.
These are NSFW, no minors!
Chance
He became a millionaire after growing a very popular G&G streaming channel. While he donates a good chunk of the money, he has no idea what to do with the rest. The most frivolous he is is when purchasing nerdy merchandise. Otherwise, he lives fairly modestly. A nice two bedroom apartment on the outskirts of a major city.
Eventually he finds you. Looking stunning in your costume during the local renaissance fair. He himself was also dressed up, a bit brooding and mysterious beneath that hood. Discovering you both attended the festival alone, he asks to join you for the day.
“Ho! Fellow traveler!” He says with a nervous lilt to his voice.
“Hoe?” You question.
“N-not like that!” He raises his hands up to show he isn’t a threat.
Snickering, you shake your head.
“I’m fucking with you, dude.”
“Oh! Ah, I see!” He chuckles awkwardly. “I hope this isn’t weird, but I noticed that you are on your own.”
“That obvious, huh?” You try to get a look at him, but his hood has much of his face in shadow.
“A bit, but fear not! I am alone as well!” He twiddled his fingers nervously. “So, would you like to go about the fair together?” He asked, voice soft.
“Sure! But before we continue, could I see what my fellow traveler looks like? And maybe get their name?” You gave him a soft smile that had his heart swelling.
“Why of course!” He pulled off his hood, revealing quite the handsome face. “I’m Chance.” He offered his hand.
You took it, giving him your name. He said it back to you, making your cheeks flush. Oh, you’d love it if he spoke your name some more.
“Uh, shall we?” He motioned for you to move along with him.
“We shall!”
Both of you wander the festival talking about everything and nothing. When you get peckish, you stop for a meal. Chance will not let you pay. Whatever, you’ll cover the next time. However, you never get the opportunity. You try to purchase some jewelry? Chance has got it. You eyeballed a leatherbound journal? Chance hands it to you like it’s nothing. As the day progresses, Chance realizes he really likes this. He really likes you, and seeing the sparkling adoration in your eyes when he procures an item for you makes him feel… good.
During your conversations, he finds out how you’re a broke student trying to finish your masters. While you greatly appreciate his generosity, you couldn’t accept all of this. However, he insists.
When the day ends, you find yourself heading home safely in an Uber (paid for by Chance), a pile of gifts, and his number tucked into your pocket.
It takes a few days, but you muster up the courage to text him. When you do, he is ecstatic. Immediately asking you out on a date.
Of course, it’s very fancy. While Chance doesn’t think you’re a golddigger, he does not have much experience in the dating department. People like fancy restaurants, right?
When you meet him at the restaurant, you are extremely overwhelmed. Trying to figure out what you can afford to order. You never let people pay on the first date. Chance realizes this and reassures you. Telling you to get whatever you want. Anything at all. There’s a glimmer in his eyes when you accept and order something appealing.
While you’re not the most comfortable with it at first, you eventually get used to Chance treating you constantly. Anything and everything you want is yours.
“I saw you eyeing that book in the store, do you want it? I think it’s a series. I can get you all signed copies!” He exclaimed, that familiar gleam in his eyes.
The man turns what would be a $20 purchase into a $500 one. If he spots that you like something, it will end up in your hands at some point. He will also do a lot of research into some of his gifts for you, making sure you end up with only the best. It’s not a hassle for him, in fact, he likes it. Almost like he’s been given a challenge.
Of course, you indulged in his wants too. The man loves his roleplay, and with his funds, you can become anyone he wants you to be. Royalty locked in a tower ready to be saved then ravaged by their knight in shining armor. A seductive assassin needing to woo the wealthy nobleman. A kidnapped innkeeper on a pirate ship. The possibilities were endless and always came with a well crafted costume and story.
You can’t say you didn’t enjoy it as well. It seemed like Chance’s sexual satisfaction came from you joining in on the roleplays. When it came down to business, the man worshipped you like a god. (Which just so happened to be one of the roleplays you partook in).
That man love, love, loves to go down on you. Telling you how he could spend days between your thighs. Licking and sucking away at your overstimulated sex till you’re babbling incoherently.
The way he fucked you depended entirely on how you were playing in the bedroom. He loves to manhandle you when you play as royalty. Taking you from behind with a thick hand around your throat. But, he also loves when you ride him like no tomorrow. Whimpering and begging for you to let him cum.
Then there are the times you make love. No scenario planned out. Just the feeling of warm hands sliding up your thighs. Soft kisses pressed to your jaw as sweet nothings were whispered in your ear. Before you knew it, you were beneath him. Cock stretching you out deliciously slow. Every thrust making you shiver and moan. The man awestruck as he watched you fall apart beneath him. Absolutely in love with a person like you that would have him. Just hearing you say those three simple words has him cumming inside you.
While he tries not to show it, he can be a bit possessive. When someone looks at you the wrong way, he makes sure you know who you belong to. He has a bit of a thing for marking you up to lay his claim. Not that you mind. Once or twice, he’s caught you appreciating the bruises that litter your neck and chest.
Since he’s relatively famous in the nerdy-sphere, he’s always reassuring you that he’s yours all the way. Honestly, it doesn’t really bother you that his fans try to flirt with him, but it bothers him. He wants to make sure that you know where his loyalties lie. After he comes back from a convention or fan event, he’s making love to you. Needing to share his unwavering affections for you to make sure you’ll never forget. And you never do.
Parker
He owns a game company that gained quite the notoriety and subsequently earned millions. Though he’s not one for the constraints of capitalism, so he tries to get rid of the cash. Whether it’s through charities, or donating to research efforts.
Parker stumbled upon you when you were working your part-time job at a local game store. He spotted you putting out some new games that just so happened to be ones that he had a hand in creating. When he sees you, he’s enamored. Immediately, he decides he needs to get to know you.
Sidling up to you, he tries to get your attention. You eye him out of your peripheral, asking if he needs anything.
“You play this before?” He asks, pointing at the stack of game boxes in your hands.
“Uh no, we just got it in.”
“Cool, cool.” He attempts to nod nonchalantly. “I’m Parker!” He introduces himself with an extended arm, then realizes you have no way to shake his hand.
“Cool…” You look around you, wondering if someone is trying to prank you.
“I made that game.” He said, pointing at the stack again.
“Neat.” This was becoming very awkward. “I’m sorry, do you need help with anything? I really need to keep restocking.”
“S-sorry. Gosh, I’m so bad at this.” He stuttered nervously, face red. “You’re like, really hot.” He clamps his mouth shut at the confession.
Your face turns red, as you take in the man before you. Cocking your head to the side, you realize, he’s pretty good looking himself.
“Uh, that probably came off super creepy.” He let out a long breath.
“Just a bit.” Leaning the boxes on your hip, you pinch your fingers together for emphasis.
“Can I start over?” He asks, eyes pleading with you.
Shrugging your shoulders, you give him a nod.
“Thank you.” He breathed out in relief.
“Hi, I’m Parker.”
You give your name to him.
“You are a very attractive person, and I would like to go on a date with you.”
“Are you asking me out?” You question, now amused at the situation you have found yourself in.
“Yes, I am.” He blushes.
“Okay, Parker. I’m off at seven.” You give him a coy smirk, and wave him off.
He’s right on time when you're off. Nervously tapping his foot when he sees you exit the store.
The impromptu date is fun. You grab ice cream, go on a walk around a park, he tells you terrible jokes, it’s nice. Then he invites you back to his place, not to sleep with you, but he has a ton of games that you guys could play.
Based on his appearance, you assume he’s taking you to a studio apartment of some sort. Little do you know, he lives in a fucking penthouse. The kind that has an elevator that goes directly to his apartment, making you realize he’s got MONEY money.
Walking into the apartment, you gaze around in awe. It was huge, with very tall ceilings. It’s oddly decorated with various knicknacks, antique games, and colorful furniture. All of it clearly fit Parker’s style.
He invites you to his game room. A space with shelves filled with all kinds of games. Although you work at a game store, the amount is overwhelming. He asks you to pick a game, so you go for something simple. A classic like Uno or chess. It doesn’t matter what you pick, Parker’s just ecstatic that you’re playing something with him. He is falling even harder when you beat him at whatever game you’re playing. Insisting that you’ll have to keep playing against him.
Before you know it, you’ve spent a few hours just playing with him. Each of you sharing bits about your lives as you draw cards or move game pieces. Parker is loving every moment of it. When you eventually mention the kind of life you live as a broke, single person, gears start moving in his brain. Perhaps he could assist you, it’s not like he needs the money.
When he starts to aid you financially, he discovers he really likes it. Eventually, you find yourself barely lifting a finger. Your rent? Paid for on the dot every month, until he decides he really wants you to move in with him. When your phone breaks? You’ve got a new one, plus you’re on Parker’s plan now. If you even mention wanting something, you’ve got it.
You don’t know how to handle all of this at first. Parker is pretty forward with everything that he does, and when he discovers he enjoys something, he’s enjoying it to the fullest. So treating you is honestly treating himself. You can try to get him to ease up, but the most that’s going to do is keep his enjoyment on the down-low. Yeah, you’re not getting out of this easily, so it’s best to just accept it for what it is.
“C’mon sweetheart, you know how much I love treating you. Just enjoy it, I know I am.” Parker says as you watch him sign a check for a brand-spanking new car just for you. “I’m tired of you driving that lemon anyways. So, just accept it.” He smirks as he presses a kiss to your lips.
Parker doesn’t expect anything in return outside of seeing you happy. However, if you wish to give him some sugar, he certainly won’t mind. He loves getting you on your knees before him, and enjoys when you praise him or give him “thanks,” especially when you do so with that pretty mouth of yours. Whispering a “thank you” practically has the man cumming immediately.
I think Parker is the type of guy that likes to show you off. I don’t know if he’s necessarily possessive, but he does like knowing that you’re his. The man does like to bite, and will make sure the world sees those lovely marks he presses into your skin.
In terms of actually fucking you, he’s a desperate whiny mess. Running a business does keep him busy, so when he actually has time with you, he’s using it. Oftentimes that ends up meaning he’s using you. Letting out all that pent up frustration from dealing with bureaucrats and upper management bullshit. You’re getting absolutely railed if it’s been a particularly stressful day. Don’t worry, he makes sure to let you know he’s not mad at you. When he’s done he’s giving you the sweetest aftercare. Pressing soft loving kisses to your skin as he showers you with praise and adoration. Exclaiming how lucky he is to have someone like you putting up with the likes of him.
Diceplay
Parker and Chance run a YouTube/streaming channel that has gained huge notoriety within the last five years. What started as a gaming channel in their old apartment has turned into a studio run conglomerate headed by the two of them. So, at this point, they’re loaded.
In walks you, a journalism intern for a local station here to interview them about the success of their latest charity stream. Parker and Chance have a fairly lowkey, but public relationship with each other. They weren’t looking for a third, but they also aren’t necessarily opposed to it either. Especially not when someone like you walks into their studio. Absolutely stunning with a lovely personality to boot. It’s clear from speaking with you what your position in life is. A throwaway thought about the lack of pay from your job has them raising their brows and shooting a knowing look with each other.
When the interview is over, they invite you out for a drink at a nearby bar. After a quick sidebar conversation, they both confirm their shared attraction toward you and wish to see where this could go. You accept their invite and they drag you along with them to a small spot just down the road from the studio. Who wouldn’t say “yes” to such a famous couple? Plus, they were quite attractive. Not that you thought you had the chance, but still…
“So you have another job as well as the internship?” Chance asks you before taking a sip of his beer.
“Yeah.” You let out a sad sigh. “Just a sales associate at a clothes store as I try to get through college. Nothing special, but it does pay the bills. Just barely.”
Again, Parker and Chance share a knowing glance. It’s as if you had come to them at the perfect opportunity.
“You know what you’ll be doing once you’re done with school?” Parker asks.
“Hopefully this internship will get me a position at the station, otherwise I might move back home while job hunting. I’ll have to pay off my debt somehow.” You let out an awkward chuckle.
Like these guys would know or care about student loans. That would be chump change to them.
“What about you guys? Got anything new and cool coming up. Off the record, of course.” You let out a small chuckle.
Gosh, weren’t you just the cutest thing. The two share a polite chuckle as well, allowing themselves to divulge one new thing they’re planning. Though they had a feeling they’d be informing you of much more very soon.
“We should get going, but it was truly lovely to meet you.” Chance says, lifting your hand to his lips. Pressing a soft kiss to your hand, he smirked as he spotted the red dusting your cheeks.
“I’m more of a hugger.” Parker said, opening his arms in an offer. One that you took, and he pulled you into a tight embrace. Again, your cheeks darkened.
“Hope to see you soon. You should give us a call or shoot us a message to meet up sometime.” Parker says after writing down his and Chance’s numbers on a napkin.
You hold the item delicately with wide-eyes, as if the object in your hand isn’t real.
“Seriously?” You ask with a confounded expression.
“Of course. We like you.” Chance says it so nonchalantly, you again feel as if this interaction is merely a dream. “Talk to you soon.” He sends you a wink before he and Parker leave the bar.
The two of them had collectively decided they would have you. When you don’t text them right away, they take matters into their own hands. Speaking with the admissions and aid office at your school, they use their connections to pay off any of your bills and your student loans. When you go to pay, you find your balance at zero. As you wrack your brain as to how that could happen, your mind immediately goes to the two men. Finally, you decide to call them. Asking if they were the ones to pay off your loans.
“That depends, would you be willing to go on a date with us?” You could practically hear Parker’s smirk through the phone.
“I thought you and Chance were dating.”
“We are.” Parker chuckled. “But we also both like you.”
“Are you telling me you paid tens of thousands of dollars just to ask me out?” You don’t know if you should be concerned or flattered.
“You didn’t answer the question.”
“Yes. I would.” You decided to go with flattered.
The two take you on quite the extravagant date. Renting out an amusement park just for their workers and the three of you. It feels odd, allowing yourself to enjoy something as big as this, but they both reassure you that you deserve to be treated in such a way. After all, you are such a hard worker.
It becomes a common occurrence, the men taking it upon themselves to pay for you. You find that you are barely paying for any of your necessary expenses. Finding that Chance and Parker set up to cover your rent. Then they randomly offer you a black card telling you to “go have fun.” Both revel in the shiny nervousness in your eyes as you trail out a ton of questions. None of which they answer.
“Just get whatever you want, sweetheart.” Chance says. “Just as long as it’s legal.”
“And even then, I can easily get you out of trouble.” Parker shoots you a wink, to which Chance shakes his head and groans at.
You don’t use the card at first. Leaving it on the table by your front door. When they realize you haven’t touched it, they will insist. Eventually you start to, but just for bare necessities. Groceries and gas, maybe a sweet treat every so often.
It’s not enough to their liking, so you’re being dragged out on a shopping spree. Your entire wardrobe is being refurbished, and they’re making sure you use the card for it. You’re going to get that expensive dinner, and you’re going to use that card on it. They will not be satisfied until you have spent at least thousands of their money. It’s both nerve wracking and exhilarating. You kind of like giving them that control. They clearly like giving you control over their bank accounts.
Once you finally get more comfortable, the two are ecstatic. Anything and everything is yours. Of course, you’re moving in with them. You can get that journalism job you want, but you know you don’t need it. The freedom allows you to fully put in your passion for your work, and the men love to see you thrive.
Then, there’s the sugar. Again, they don’t necessarily need it from you. Part of them gets off on the fact that you’re using their wealth. However, when you do provide, they are taking everything they can get from you.
Out of the two, Chance is the sweetest. Offering you praise, worshipping your body. Soft kisses and sweet love bites are trailed over your sensitive skin. Going down on you for so long, it’s almost concerning. He loves to please you, and make sure you get everything you deserve. So he will not be satisfied till he knows that you are completely satisfied.
When it’s just the two of you, Chance enjoys his roleplays with you. Having both of you dress up and reenact sexy scenarios. Sometimes Parker joins in, but that’s not really his scene.
Sometimes, Chance will get more pent up. Especially after he has to travel for work. Once he’s finally alone with you, he’s making sure he gets his fill. Absolutely ruining you, pressing you face down on the bed till you’re crying from overstimulation. Oh, but he’s not done with you yet. He will fuck you till he cums dry, then he’ll be back to his sweet and caring self. Kissing you oh so softly as he tells you how good you were for him. Apologizing if he was too rough, knowing damn well he’s going to be doing it again in a few weeks time.
Parker is the tease, sometimes almost too mean with it. He really likes to rub it in your face everything they do for you. Forcing you close to the edge over and over again, asking if you truly think you deserve to cum. It’s only when you are practically screaming as you beg when he’ll finally give you the relief you’re looking for. Then he’ll start it up again, but this time, he’s using his cock inside your desperate hole. He wants to make sure you are a cockdrunk mess that’s fucked absolutely dumb when he’s done with you.
There are times when he is sweet. After particularly rough days, you’ll find him fucking you as you spoon. Parker softly huffing moans and groans as he kisses and bites into the crook of your neck as he fucks you slowly from behind. His fingers working at your sex as he thanks you for being so good to him.
When the two of them fuck you together. You are an absolute goner. Do not expect to be able to walk when they are done with you. It’s almost like a good-cop/bad-cop situation with them. Chance being the sweeter one while Parker teases you. Don’t get it twisted, their roles can easily be swapped. They might even work together to tease you into desperation. Chance’s face between your thighs when he goes down on you. Parker will talk him though it as his hands run over your body, lightly tweaking your nipples. When you get close, Parker stops Chance, making you groan out in frustration. It’s only when you beg that they will finally grant you release.
Parker loves to just sit and watch you and Chance go at it. Fisting his cock to the timing of Chance’s thrusts in and out of your sensitive hole. He’ll edge himself as Chance brings you to your climax over and over. When Chance has fucked you dumb, Parker will take his turn. Making you become a gooey overstimulated mess, only able to moan as the men continue to use your body as they wish.
The two will also make passionate love to you. On days where one or more of you is feeling down, a session of pure lovemaking is in order. Soft caresses and kisses pressed all over each others’ bodies along with praises and confessions. They love it when you tell them you love them. It’s an easy way to get them to finish as their bodies shudder from your words. Chance is more of the sappy lover though, sometimes finding himself crying from the mixture of pleasure and the swelling of his heart with adoration.
Regardless of the type of sex, you all receive lovely aftercare. Sometimes it involves running a bath in the giant tub that can fit the three of you. Other times it’s just soft touches and words of affirmation as you drift off in each other’s arms.
I love your date everything headcanons!! Any chance I could request some fluff/smut headcanons of Parker x Chance x a very sunny reader (outgoing, loud, sweet, really bright clothes, etc)? (Genderfluid AFAB, any pronouns) If you only write for one character I'd love to see headcanons for this with Parker, I just love your chance x parker x reader thoughts lol
I also saw in your rules that you're a student, if that still applies good luck with the upcoming semester!!
Diceplay x (Sunny!Genderfluid!)Reader
Warnings: AFAB reader and also technically genderfluid too but if I’m being entirely honest it’s only really one part in the regular headcanon half, the rest is pretty general. Also, no specific pronouns are said or used in this. Again, I was actually really general. Otherwise I don’t think there’s too much to note down on the regular half. For the NSFW half: soft dom Chance, switch/verse reader, bottom Parker. Mentions of dom and sub dynamics but nothing too in detail or graphic about it other than my thoughts on how I think they might work in this relationship. Parker’s biting tendencies and getting bitten back. Pegging.
Author’s Snip: Not too proud of this, mainly because I feel like I didn’t really get down most of the parts requested for the reader’s personality and details. Sorry anon :(
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request. Reblogs and comments appreciated, but no preasure.
Regular
So as I’ve mentioned on previous posts regarding this specific combo, poor Chance has not known peace since your relationship with each other forms depending on if you enable Parker or not to annoy (affectionately) Chance. Because if you and Parker are on the same wavelength or can get on the same wavelength then Chance will then just have two partners who are both handfuls
You said that you wanted me to write for and outgoing, loud, and sweet person but I don’t know if you specifically mean that you are exactly like Parker or just similar but not fully to his level. Because if you’re just similar then Chance can handle you just fine because you aren’t exactly like Parker. Aka: you aren’t fucking feral
There is however the possibility that you and Parker being similar could cancel you both out and mediate any shenanigans, sort of like getting two of the same pet so that they can entertain each other so that the chaos doesn’t always come his way and he can just watch instead. It really depends. But Chance loves the both of you the same
You three are a trio though. It’s sort of like what I said for the post for m!reader who was Parker’s opposite where I said that you two come in a pair. Except now it’s you, Parker, and Chance. One isn’t seen without the other two nearby. You guys tend to gravitate towards each other a lot and stay close together. Mostly because Parker tends to follow Chance and you will follow Parker, or you follow Chance and Parker follow you/Chance.
There is also the whole thing of one getting absorbed into the relationship
But either way, you all are happy
Both Chance and Parker don’t mind that you’re genderfluid and actually think that it’s pretty neat. One day you’re their girlfriend, the next you’re their boyfriend, and then later you’re their partner. I mean, there’s plenty of others in the house like that so the concept totally isn’t foreign to them and they can adapt to any changes in pronouns or terms with ease. So you don’t have to worry about any misgendering with them
Obviously Parker loves playing board games with you and Chance loves doing TTRPGs with you and vice versa. I definitely think that once the dynamics are established then it’s all smooth from there.
I mean what is there to say that hasn’t already been said by me or other creators? I feel like this is a common ship and x reader polycule. Not saying that it’s over done or anything. Of course not. I just don’t want to have to go on repeating what’s already been said already.
Cuddle piles are a huge thing that’s for sure. I already he that Parker doesn’t understand the concept of personal space when it comes to his partners. “Your personal bubble goes from a singular term to a plural term. So be prepared to be cuddled up octopus style when you guys are having down time and cuddling on the couch or in the bed
Chance is already used to it. There’s no way to avoid it so might as well be get used to it. Especially if you’re also clingy and cuddle a lot. Chance has just excepted his fate
NSFW
Chance is the top. I’m not saying he bosses you two around in bed but Parker (to me) is the bottom of their dynamic, and yours, (I think he’s just a bottom period I am a bottom Parker truther and believer). But when it comes to things in the bedroom that involve some sort of power and structure, Chance is the one in charge and suggests that you two do things and it’s up to the two of you if you’re down
Now it could also be you. If you want. If you so please. Chance will pass the baton to you. But I’ve said before in past nsfw he involving Chance that I think he’s a soft dom when he’s on charge. He likes to be the one in charge in these situations, but it’s in a way that gives you pleasure and it’s never hard or brutal on you. He doesn’t like doing that. He can be rough and leave marks. But it’s at a medium and any marking is light
Unless it’s Parker. Parker bites hard and he likes getting bitten hard back. But with you, Chance keeps all marking to simple hickeys and love bites that will go away after a day
Actually now that I think about it Chance might actually be more of a medium dom for Parker and a soft dom for you. I think with him and Parker he does more things that Parker likes but he also knows will tucker him out so that Parker can expel all of the energy that he’s got stored inside for a bit. Unsure exactly what it is or how far it goes, but obviously it involves rules
I’m actually so surprised I haven’t seen people using Parker’s whole “rules” thing in smut more, especially in kinky stuff because dom and sub stuff has a lot of rules baked into it so that the experience is pleasurable for both parties and not cross any boundaries. That actually seems like prime stuff for Parker and kink stuff. I feel like he’d actually be really into that. We should look into that.
So with that: I think yeah, Chance is sort of the unofficial dom of the relationship when it comes to sex and intimacy when it comes to who has the most control over it, unless he feels like subbing or bottoming. Where he sort of has different set ups for you and Parker in terms of being the dom in which he is more of a soft dom for you and a medium level dom with Parker in order to get all that energy out of Parker and scratch that rules itch for him.
That would make group sex interesting though because then he has to juggle those dynamics together, which I definitely think he can do.
I actually have had this one thought in my mind a lot where Chance basically sits back and watches you and Parker have sex with each other, but Chance is telling you two what to do. Maybe not every single thing you do, but you know what I mean. He gives you orders to follow and eggs you two on from where he is. It’s not the cuck chair when Chance is in it babe, it’s the dom chair <3 And Chance will eventually join if he wants. It varies. He will often join but sometimes he just gets off on the whole watching and instructing part.
You can do it too. like I said, he’ll gladly pass the baton to you if you want and you can do the same with him and Parker and join in later. Penetration or strap too, whatever your feelings. Neither of them are picky. I think both could enjoy a good pegging. The strap is also used on Parker in the aforementioned Chance tell you what to do to each other too. These nerds are freaks
synop: After revealing how you lost your virginity, you are left in an uncomfortable situation.
Chance brings up him and Parker's bet from earlier, leaving you to care for a frazzled Parker.
In the end, Parker pushes you to admit what you want.
a/n: Another chapter out! Woot woot! This one has smut!!! No minors!!!
“No. Fucking. Way.” Parker’s mouth hung ajar as he stared at you with wide eyes.
Beside you, Chance stayed silent. Scarily silent. His jaw clenched as his mind raced. Thoughts of what you could have done flashing before him, making him tense even further. Dark eyes flitted between you and the table, unable to keep away from returning to the worry furrowed on your brow. Both of them?
“It wasn’t that big of a deal.” You tried to brush off the major bombshell you just dropped on your friends.
“Not a big deal?” Parker gasped. “You just told us that you lost your virginity in a threesome and that’s not a big deal?” His hands ran through his hair as he gave you an incredulous look.
“What’s so bad about adding another person? It wasn’t like it was an orgy.” You let out an awkward chuckle.
“Are you listening to this?” Parker turned to Chance, who had yet to say anything.
“I heard.” He responded curtly.
“Well, you can’t just leave us hanging with that information. How the hell did that happen?” Parker pointed back at you, finger right in your face.
“And why haven’t you told us this before?” Chance said lowly. Looking over his glasses, his eyes bore into you.
“We don’t share every nitty gritty detail about our love lives with each other.” You crossed your arms with a huff, averting your eyes from his gaze. “I didn’t even know you slept with Penelope till tonight.” You ignored responding to Parker’s question.
“Does that bother you?” Chance took a sip from his drink, attempting to cool the heated pit that had formed in his belly.
“No. Why would it bother me?” Your furrowed brow shrunk further with a look of concern.
Chance only shrugged at your response. Attempting to cooly take another drink, despite the fact that your words now left a bitter taste in the back of his throat. Why was he always the one affected by this information?
“Does me sleeping with Eddie and Volt bother you?” You asked quietly, making Chance pause.
Parker looked between the two of you, feeling the air growing even thicker with tension. Of course it bothered him, Parker knew that. However, would Chance actually admit to it? Knowing that Eddie, of all people, got to you first. Yeah, it bothered him deeply.
Blowing out a long breath, Chance shook his head.
“No, it doesn’t bother me.”
“Really?” You raised a brow. You weren’t convinced.
“Look…” Chance turned to face you. “You know how I feel about Eddie. I’m just… surprised. Caught off guard. That’s all.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I needed your permission on who got to take my virginity.” You gave him a scowl.
“I never-!” He let out a grumble. “I never said you needed to do that. I just wish you had told us.” He muttered with reddened cheeks.
“I didn’t really feel like telling my best friends about my sexual escapades. Especially considering the circumstances…” You trailed off, biting your lip.
“What? The fact that you lost your virginity in a threesome?” Chance let out a scoff.
“Uh… guys…” Parker nodded towards the end of the table.
Your waitress stood there with a very awkward smile plastered on her face with plates in hand. Her eyes were wide as she stumbled upon your conversation. Quickly she tried to subtly shake off the unpleasant encounter.
“Eh. Food’s ready!” She let out an awkward chuckle that your table joined in on.
All of you stared at each other with awkward smiles of your own. You swore you felt a bead of sweat trail down from your forehead as your smile made the corners of your lips hurt.
“Yeah! Let’s eat!” Parker attempted to shift away from that uncomfortable moment with his boisterous persona.
“Right!” The waitress let out a sigh of relief as the mood shifted.
She set out your plates in front of you, then took her leave. Skittering off to avoid yet another awkward encounter.
For a moment, none of you did anything. All of you stared at your food, wondering what to do next. Picking up his burger, Parker took a big chomp out of the meal. He hummed in approval as he swallowed it down. An unspoken invitation to eat instead of acknowledging the elephant in the room. Joining in, you started eating your meal. The three of you sat mostly in silence, enjoying your food. Though your gazes moved between each other. None of you wanted to say anything just yet, lest another uncomfortable moment occur.
“This is a really fucking good burger.” Parker broke the silence, speaking with a cheek still full of food.
“Close your mouth when you eat.” Chance smirked, letting out a soft breath of relief.
Parker took a thick swallow, waggling a fry in Chance’s face.
“What’re you, my mother?”
“Nah, he’s worse.” You chimed in, then took another bite of your food.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chance questioned with a quirked brow.
Shaking your head, you didn’t give him a response. Instead, throwing him a cheeky grin and shrug.
“They mean that you’ve sometimes got a stick up your ass.” Parker said with a chuckle as he chomped down on the final bite of his burger. “Ahh, Nebraska. How lucky we are that your cow to human ratio is three to one.” Parker hummed with content, patting at his belly.
Chance ignored Parker’s odd fact, stewing in the information the man had just shared with him.
“Stick up my-?” He grumbled. “I do not have a stick up my ass.”
You and Parker shared a glance.
“I never said you had one up your ass right now.” Parker shrugged nonchalantly.
“Only sometimes.” You added, cheeky grin still playing on your lips.
The change in everyone’s demeanor was a welcomed one. You and your friends somehow managed to switch back to your friendly mode very easily. Though, this trip had been showing you that the opposite was true as well. The two of them somehow always finding their way over to a more suggestive tone after a bout of banter.
“Care to explain when exactly those times are?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. While he attempted to appear irritated, you could tell he was more amused. The corners of his lips curled as he waited for your response.
“Hmm…” You hummed, then shook your head. “Nope.”
A low chuckle came from Chance, he leaned toward you with a smirk.
“Don’t you remember? You said you would do anything we asked.” He said lowly. There it was. That damn shift.
“W-with caveats!” You stuck your finger up to emphasize your point.
“Does it look like I’m trying to fuck you right now?” He asked, brow raised.
Shit. You had forgotten what your stipulations were. Wait, his question wasn’t even originally suggestive. Just bring it back around to your friendly back and forth.
“Hmmm, let me think.” You said as you calmed your suddenly racing heart.
“You’re pretty anal about your truck.” Parker decided to add.
“And why do you think Ruby runs so well?” Chance retorted.
Ah yes, Chance was very proud of how well he maintained his truck. Giving it a name, sorry, giving her a name. “Ruby”, based on the bright red paint job that covered her frame. Though, you had to admit it was pretty impressive Chance had kept the vehicle running as long as he had. It made sense he was a bit uppity about it.
“I just wish that you would be a bit more lenient about your rules regarding her interior.” Parker said.
Both you and Chance gave him unimpressed looks.
“Dude, there’s still a stain from when you rained Fanta down on us.” You chuckled, recalling the memory.
The ever fidgety Parker did not realize that he had been shaking up the fresh bottle of soda as the three of you made your way back to Chance’s truck. Once you were on the road, he opened it up, only to be met by a stream of orange that drenched all three of you. You swear you still smelled like orange flavoring even after scrubbing yourself off thoroughly. Then there was the one orange splotch Chance was unable to get off of one of the seats. Quite the sore spot for the man.
“Fair point.” Parker noted with a shy chuckle. “Do you have an example to share with our dearest Chance? Especially since he asked you so nicely.” He leaned over to face you.
“Hmph. More like demanded.” You crossed your arms.
“You made the rules, sweetheart.” Chance booped you on the nose, making your face scrunch up.
“Don’t hate the playa, hate the game.” Parker added moving his hands into peace signs.
“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “You can be a bit of a stickler during G&G.” You said.
“That’s kinda my job. Considering I’m your GM.” He rolled his eyes back at you.
“You could ease up a little bit…” You recalled a recent session. “Like with that last puzzle you gave us.”
“You responded incorrectly.” Chance gave you a smug grin.
“You know I flubbed over my words. It shouldn’t have counted!” You thrust your finger in his face.
He lightly grabbed your hand, making your heart jolt. Here we go again… your mind began to trail off.
“If I give you guys leniency, you’re just going to try and take advantage of me.” He still held onto your hand, thumb tracing over the top softly.
“Like what you guys are doing to me?” Fine, you could play this game too. You lightly pulled your hand back, shivering at the loss of his grip.
“T-that’s different…” Chance bit his lip, looking to Parker for some assistance.
Parker leaned his head side to side, his face wearing an unsure expression.
“Eh…? I mean is it really?” Parker questioned.
“Two against one isn’t exactly fair.” You added, sending Parker an appreciative nod. The least you could expect from your friend was an acknowledgement that the rules weren’t necessarily on your side.
“I thought you were supposed to be with me on this?” Chance narrowed his eyes at Parker.
“Which proves their point?” Parker motioned toward you.
“You accepted the rules.” Chance turned back to you.
“I did.” You nodded. “Doesn’t mean I can’t question them.”
Shooting a glare between the two of you, Chance paused in thought. Sure, you were right, but what exactly were you trying to get out of this? Did you really believe that your mere acknowledgement of the situation was going to get the others to cave and stop playing… whatever this was? Then there was Parker, a man who avoided hypocrisy like the plague, therefore, he felt the need to take your side. Fine, so be it.
A smirk grew on Chance’s face as his eyes lit up. Fairness… That’s what this was about. Fine, Chance could somewhat even the playing field for you and Parker.
As if reading Chance’s mind, Parker audibly gulped. He could feel sweat prickle at his forehead as he shook his head side-to-side staring with wide pleading eyes at Chance.
“So, you want things to be a bit more fair then?” Chance questioned you.
“I mean. I wouldn’t mind it…” You paused, noticing Parker’s change in demeanor. “But I feel like you're plotting something.”
“Me, plotting? Never.” Chance grinned, a bright flash over his glasses made him appear sinister.
“He’s totally plotting.” You chuckled uncomfortably, eyeing Parker’s nervous state.
“We don’t have to go take drastic measures or anything.” Parker said with a shaky voice, knowing the inevitable was coming.
“You promised, Park.” Chance raised a brow at his friend. “Remember, you lost.”
“Lost what?” Now it was time for you to be concerned and confused.
“A bet.” Parker said.
While he was nervous about the implications of bringing up this situation, there was a part of him that found this thrilling. A very masochistic part of him, but still a part nonetheless.
“You and your fucking bets.” You let out a chuckle. “What did you get yourself into this time?”
Parker didn’t respond, instead growing red in the face. Both you and Chance waited expectantly for him to speak. It was interesting, seeing Parker back down so sheepishly when other times he would have a burst of confidence hit him. Then, you had a realization.
As Parker floundered trying to find a response, Chance sat there smugly looking at him. So that’s what it is… Of course. How you had never picked up on this dynamic, you weren’t sure. Or perhaps, you tried to ignore it. Otherwise you would have to acknowledge the fact that something more was happening between your friends.
Whenever Chance pushed you, Parker found himself joining in on the teasing. Then there were the times that he joined in with you against Chance. As if he needed one of you on his side to gain some kind of confidence in order to participate in all of your back and forths. Whenever you and Chance teamed up, your flustered friend never stood a chance.
However, he could sometimes get to you on his own. Managing to get your heart racing and face heated with his teasing words.
With Chance though, Parker couldn’t manage by himself it seemed. Immediately backing down as soon as Chance pressed back.
Pieces were clicking together for you now. Sitting beside Chance made you feel suddenly small. As if this realization had you recognizing the significant power that you and Parker afforded the man. Though, were you giving it or did he just take it? The notion wasn’t necessarily something that concerned you, but it certainly had a pit of some variety growing within your stomach. A mixture of want and concern confusing your mind. Because dammit, you wanted him, but the implications of that admittance…
“Seems like you two have ended your campaign of questioning me.” Chance spoke lowly, that damned smug smirk growing on his face.
A knowing look was in his eyes when his gaze connected with yours. Darkness overtook his expression as he waited for a response. Though he knew that it would be a feeble one, if there was one given at all. Because he knew, Parker knew, and you knew; Chance had taken control now.
“I-I need to go to the bathroom. Excuse me!” Parker quickly pulled out his credit card from his wallet and set it on the table.
Both you and Chance watched Parker skitter away to a back corner of the restaurant.
“Think I pushed him too far?” Chance asked you, slightly concerned.
“No, he just hasn’t been on the other side of you for a bit.”
“Other side of me?” Chance questioned.
“Yes.” You said it matter of fact. “Both of you have enjoyed teaming up on me for a while now. He just got hit with a taste of that reality.” You pushed yourself up, motioning for Chance to move out of your way.
He let you out of the booth, then grabbed your hand to stop you.
“What are you planning on doing?” He seemed almost nervous.
“I’m not planning on plotting against you, if that’s what you’re concerned about.” You let out an amused huff. “I’m just going to talk to him. Before he attempts something drastic to get out of whatever you’ve thrown him into.” You pulled away from Chance, and he let you. Slowly releasing your hand before you made your way across the restaurant.
Staring into the mirror, Parker was attempting to slow his racing pulse. Fuck. He didn’t realize Chance was going to do that. At least not that quickly. In the heat of the moment he agreed to a bet that now held a heavy weight. None of you guys had been that intimate with each other before, and of course the man just had to drag you into it as well. Even though you had no idea what he was talking about.
Knocking on the door, shocked Parker back to reality.
“Occupied!” He yelled, hoping the other stall was open so he wouldn’t have to confront your table.
“It’s me.” Speak of the devil. He shuddered as he recognized your voice.
Sighing, Parker unlocked the door. With a quick peek on either side of the hall, he dragged you inside the room with him, then slammed the door shut. Wide-eyed, you stumbled along with his pull at your collar.
“Christ! Okay, Park!” You grabbed at the wrist that still had a grip on you.
“Sorry!” He released you, running a hand through his hair anxiously.
“Mind telling me what’s got you so worked up?” You locked the door behind you, then crossed your arms.
“Ah,” Parker closed, then opened his mouth. Reminding you of a fish gasping for air. He sure looked like he was struggling to breathe.
“Chance.” He paused, lips pursed tightly.
You raised a brow, then motioned for him to continue.
“Chance and I made a bet.”
“I gathered that.” You said.
“And I lost.” Parker sighed defeatedly.
“Also gathered that.”
Parker didn’t want to say it. Didn’t want to admit to it. Admitting to it meant it was happening. At least that was the logic Parker had constructed within his psyche. Attempting to push away the implications of completing said act.
“Parker…” You walked up to him, reaching for one of his hands. “Just tell me what you bet. I doubt it’s that bad.” You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
“I promised to blow Chance.” Parker said it with a blank face.
Oh. It sounded so fucking childish, but then again, so did all of this. Running around each other teasingly to avoid confronting whatever the fuck was going on. Yet, it also felt heavy. No wonder Parker was freaked out. This simple joke of a bet between friends now reached another level of tension that was hanging in the air.
That’s it! Just treat it as the silly bet that it was. That’d work, right? A wonderful option of avoidance that surely wouldn’t have any of you spiralling about what it could mean if completed. Yes, that’s how it could work.
“Maybe you could join in too.” Parker looked at you, he was clearly thinking as well. However, you seemed to come to different conclusions.
“Parker.”
“You made a promise too.” His gaze was dark.
Fuck.
“You guys really are taking advantage of me.” You crossed your arms over your chest, giving him an annoyed glare.
“You said anything.” Parker copied your actions, crossing his arms and glaring back at you.
“I’m not going to blow you.” You pulled your arms tighter against yourself.
“I never said you needed to.”
“I’m not blowing Chance either.” You added.
Parker didn’t respond right away. His gaze darted to the floor as he thought for a moment. Sucking his lip in, you knew the gears were turning in his mind. Which for you was nerve wracking.
“You know what I’ve noticed?” Parker started to walk toward you, making you slink up against the door.
“What?” You did your best to appear confident, but he had you cornered.
A flash of his teeth appeared in a smirk as he looked down on you. Hunger returned to his eyes as he took you in.
“You never say you don’t want to do something. Just that you won’t do it.” He let out a low chuckle that had you visibly shivering. “I’m NOT going to fuck you.” He mocked your voice.
“So what?” You slunk back as much as you could, but you were caged in by his arms.
“So? So, everything!” He poked at your chest. “Why do you never say you don’t WANT it? Always that you won’t. Because…” He waited for you to finish the sentence, but you shook your head. Eyes narrowing at him as your heart raced from his accusation. “Because you know you want it.”
Pursing your lips, you didn’t say anything. You tried to look away, but Parker was so close. He was the only thing you could look at.
“Parker, where is this going?” You asked lowly.
“Where do you want it to go?” He emphasized his words carefully, leaning even closer to you. Your noses were practically touching.
“I know I don’t want us to ruin things.” Your gaze was serious.
Parker leaned back, appearing almost surprised.
“Is that what this is about?” He asked softly.
“You guys are so fucking important to me. I don’t want to fuck our friendship up.” You finally admitted.
“You won’t. We won’t.” Parker bit his lip, trying to find the right words. “It’s just allowing yourself to give in.”
You were reminded of Chance’s words to you earlier.
Stop denying yourself.
Did the both of them already reach that conclusion? That they would be “giving in” to whatever it was between the three of you.
“Giving in…” You muttered, as if trying to convince yourself it was the right thing.
That’s all this was then. Acting on each other’s base attraction that had been growing for quite some time now. Nothing more, nothing less. Nothing big enough to fuck up your friendship. At least, that’s what you would convince yourself as such.
Parker watched you as you thought on it. Knowing damn well he was lying to himself. To you. To Chance. Dammit, there was so much more that he truly wished to give into. However, that was something that could confirm your fears. Admitting to that was dangerous. With just the physicality, there were no stakes to concern himself with. So, he’d leave it at that.
Breaking Parker out of his thoughts, you roughly reached for his collar. Pulling him down, you pressed your lips to his in a heated sloppy kiss. Heart jolting, Parker forced himself into the present moment. Eyes squeezing shut as he kissed you back. Your tongue tangled with his briefly before you pulled back.
“I’ll give.” Your hot words hit his lips before you ripped him toward you once more.
Exiting the bathroom, you looked down the hall to make sure no one was there. As soon as Parker followed you out, your waitress appeared. Red bloomed on her cheeks as she took in the sight. Great. Letting out a sigh, you slumped over as you cringed at yourself. Oh well, time to make the walk of shame back to your table.
Returning to the table, Chance gave you and Parker a suspicious once over. A new air had appeared at your arrival. Still tense, yet, there was something new in the feeling. Almost relief, but not quite there just yet.
The bill had been paid, so you and Chance left a cash tip. Thankfully you managed to avoid another awkward encounter with the waitress. You highly doubted you would find yourself returning to this restaurant any time soon.
“Care to share what you two were discussing?” Chance broke the silence between your troupe as you walked through downtown.
Walking beside Parker you gave him a nudge, nodding in Chance’s direction.
“Pfft. You were the one that acted. You speak.” Parker wasn’t going to let you out of this one easily.
“Parker told me what your bet was about.” Cheekily smirking, you stuck your tongue out at him antagonizingly.
“Hey!” Parker poked you in the side with a harsh finger.
“Oh did he?” Chance’s tone was amused as he watched you bicker.
“He did.”
“Is that all?” Chance quirked a brow, chuckling when he saw your face fall from the smug smirk.
“Well…” Sighing, you shook your head. There was no point in avoiding the inevitable. “We talked about what’s been going on between us. All of us.” You motioned between the three of you.
“And what’s been going on between the three of us?”
“Do I really need to spell it out?” You whined.
“Considering I wasn’t privy to your little bathroom escapade, yes.” Chance left it at that.
You stopped walking, the others noticed and paused as well. All eyes were on you as you mustered up the words. You won’t fuck things up.
“I’ve stopped denying myself.” You spoke directly to Chance.
A wide grin grew on his face, his eyes sparkling at your words.
“Good. Then I’m sure you’ll enjoy what I’ve got planned for us back at the campsite.”
Fraught with nerves, you shuffled uncomfortably in the passenger seat. Beside you, Chance drove in silence. Fingers thrumming along the steering wheel to the song playing over the stereo. Behind you, Parker was also fidgeting. Fingers twiddling on his lap as he chewed on his lip nervously. Glancing at the rearview mirror, you made eye contact with him. He gave you a nod of acknowledgement. Both of you could feel the tension rising with each mile closer to the campsite.
Pulling into the campgrounds, you gazed over the lake. Bright moonlight reflected off it, a serene picture to what was about to be a night that was anything but. At least for the brief moment, you could take in the sight. Just another attempt at curbing the anxious pit growing in your belly. A common occurrence on this trip, it seemed.
As you made your way to the tent, your mind raced. Chance gave no inclination as to what he was planning, but you had a few guesses. Yet again, you were allowing him to take control. However, you knew that it’s what you wanted. Finally “giving in”. Ending this dance around the men. Or at least, ending a part of the dance. Though, the other aspects you could try to ignore.
Turning on a flashlight, Chance illuminated your small tent. The tight space appeared even more cramped as the three of you took up room together. Again, a thick tension choked the air around you. Your proximity only added to its strength. Who would act first?
“So…” Chance began. Of course he did. “What made you change your mind?” He asked you, eyes hooded as he drank you in.
“Parker convinced me.” You glanced at the other man. “It’s okay to…” For some reason, the words were difficult to say now. Maybe it was your added third member. “Give in.” You finished your thought.
“Give in.” Chance repeated after you, nodding thoughtfully. “What does that mean for you?”
This wasn’t a test, no, he was gauging your response. Truly there was a deeper question hidden behind it. How far are you willing to go? At this point, you were willing to take it anywhere. If only for a taste of what you truly craved. What all of you desperately wanted but were never going to admit.
Giving into this, you could handle. It meant you would have them in some capacity. That’s what mattered. Getting what you wanted, even if it was the smallest piece. It was something. It’s more than you had ever gotten before.
Instead of responding, you leaned toward him. He raised a brow, then gasped as you pressed your lips to his. Taken aback, Chance didn’t kiss you at first. After a moment of registering, his hand reached for your cheek. The man took control, slotting his lips with yours in the way he pleased. He pulled back, looking into your eyes as you both sucked in harsh breaths.
“That wasn’t an answer.” He said it softly.
“You’re going into psychology. You damn well know it was.” You pressed against his lips again, this time harder.
Again, he took control. This time, his hand moved to curl into your hair. Lightly tugging, he received a groan in response. He pulled your head back, holding you in place as he looked at you.
“I need you to tell me.” Though he was commanding, you could tell it was a plea. A screaming need for him that was bleeding through his dark eyes.
“Anything.” You swallowed thickly, still forced to look at him. “I will do anything to have you.” A confession, almost. Just the barest of what you were willing to admit. Give me that part of you physically, that’s all I need.
Beside you, Parker watched your interaction. Hesitation was still holding the both of you back. Even though you were admitting what you wanted, Chance didn’t know if he truly believed you.
“Chance.” Parker got his attention. “Just do it, man.” Sure, it wasn’t eloquent, but it got the point across.
Nodding, Chance turned back to you. Warm breath fanned your face before he took the plunge. Plush lips enveloped yours once more. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The second sealing of an unspoken deal. Finally, finally, you were giving in. And so was he. Then Parker. The other man joined you in shared embraces as your lips, teeth, and tongues were shared with each other. Soft sighs and moans filling the air as you fell together in a rhythm. Lips pressing to Chance’s then his neck. Parker kissed you, his lips trailing down your throat to nip at the sweet spot at the base. You kissed Chance, sucking against his tongue as he groaned. Then your lips found Parkers, your tongues tangling together. Chance found himself kissing up the column of your throat before pressing against Parker again.
Breaking away for a breath, you stopped. Eyes darting between each other as your hearts continued to race. So much more could be done, so much more could continue to happen. Chance decided to act.
“Remember how I said I had a plan?” A sinister looking grin grew on his face as you and Parker looked at him with wide eyes.
“I recall…” You trailed.
“I want to know more about something.” Chance said, though part of him wondered if that sentiment was actually true. “Tell us, what exactly happened between you Eddie and Volt?”
For a moment, you couldn’t find the words. Heat bloomed on your cheeks at the memories that had flooded your mind.
“You really want to know?” You managed to ask breathlessly.
Chance nodded.
“Why?”
“I’m just curious.”
“You seemed pissed earlier.” You pointed out.
Parker was also confused as to why Chance was asking. Though, after a moment, he somewhat understood. It was a play for Chance. A grab at control of something he happened to have no control over.
“I’m assuming you're asking me to divulge the details of when I lost my virginity?” By now the embarrassment had mostly faded. At this point you were more curious than anything, and you knew how to press Chance’s buttons.
“Wait, are you saying you’ve done more?” Parker noted the underlying implication of your question.
“Did you really think I just had sex with them once and went on my merry little way?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes.
“I don’t know? I’m not the one who got their cherry popped during a threesome.” Parker pouted.
“Ugh. Please do not say that.” You cringed at his phrasing, then shook it off. “But yes, I did do more with them. Like the entire summer.” You pointedly looked at Chance to see his reaction.
Surprisingly, he remained cool. Though you spotted his jaw tick and his eyes darken.
“So, are you going to tell us then?”
“Yes.” You straightened yourself up, attempting to have an air of confidence.
“Proceed.” Chance motioned for you to continue, before he laid down on his side to get comfortable.
“An interesting choice for a bedtime story, but I’m here for it.” Parker grinned at you as he settled on his stomach. Legs kicked in the air behind him as he waited expectantly for your story to begin.
“Um, where exactly do you want me to start?” There was quite the lead up before you actually had sex.
“Just the day or night of.” Chance said.
“Okay. Yeah. Cool.”
Taking in a deep breath, you shivered. Remembering the ghosts of their lips and hands on that night, and the subsequent ones thereafter.
“Well, I asked them a week earlier.”
“You asked them to have sex with you?” Parker was invested.
“Yes. I asked them. There was that one cast party where they both chose to “fuck me” in fuck, marry, kill, and I wanted to see if that was an accurate decision. Turns out it was.”
“You based who to lose your virginity to on the results of a party game?” Chance questioned.
“Not exactly. There was more to it, but that was basically the decision making process.” You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “Anyways, they said yes.”
Taking in a deep breath, you willed away the feelings that were making you cringe.
“I went over to their place one night, and they took turns with me, then took me together.” You bit your lip as you watched their reactions.
“Aww, c’mon that’s a bit of a cop-out.” Parker whined.
“He’s right.” Chance nodded. “Who actually had you first?”
“You’re really going to make me go into detail?” You squeaked out.
He only responded with another nod, and a hand motion to continue.
“Fine.” You let out a frustrated huff. “Eddie was first.”
Closing your eyes, you could feel the memory. His lips pressed against the column of your throat, the stubble of his five-o’clock shadow tickling your sensitive skin. His hands already expertly versed in your body, playing you like he had done so a million times before.
“He, um, fingered me.” You cringed at your words. “Then ate me out.” You couldn’t look the others in the face.
“Was he good?” Parker asked.
“Yes.” You weren’t going to lie. “He was very good.”
“So did he make you cum a lot?” Parker grinned as he watched you grimace at his words.
“Yes…”
“How many times?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t keeping track.”
Chance had yet to chime in again. Instead silently stewing as he listened to your retelling.
“Then Volt did the same. They uh, liked to share.” You said that last part quieter.
“Clearly.”
“Am I going to keep getting commentary?” You shot an annoyed glare Parker’s way.
“Yes indeedy!” He giggled at your expense.
“Whatever. Anyways, then Eddie fucked me first.” You let out a small sigh at the thought.
The way he had tenderly held you, whispering praises against your throat as he slowly pushed into you.
“Did it hurt?” Chance finally joined in.
“No. They did a good job… preparing me.” Again, you cringed. “It felt really good.” You added.
“What about Volt?” Parker asked.
“He uh, actually had me ride him.” The memories of Volt now invaded your mind. Past imprints of his hands on your hips, made you shiver.
“Are you thinking about it?” Chance asked, though he very well knew the answer.
“Of course I am. I can’t really explain what happened if I don’t.”
Chance nodded thoughtfully at your response. You eyed him suspiciously. What are you playing at?
“So you were riding Volt.” Parker interrupted your thoughts.
“Yes. Right. Volt.” Now for the doozie. “Then they took me at the same time.”
“Whadya mean by that? Like we talkin’ Eiffel tower or Eddie and Volt sandwich.”
“Christ, Parker. Why do you have to word things like that?” You gave him an incredulous look that he only chuckled at.
“Because it’s funny. And your face gets real red. It’s… cute.” He grinned at you. Even though he was teasing you, his final remarks still warmed your heart.
“Fine, fine. Eddie and Volt sandwich. Since you put it so eloquently.”
Both Parker and Chance straightened up with wide eyes. That was a surprising confession.
“Like one or two holes?” Parker numbered off on his fingers.
“Two? Does this really matter?”
“Kinda.” Parker said.
“It lets us know what you’re experienced in.” Chance added.
“Well I guess I’m experienced then.” If they were going to fuck with you, you were going to fuck with them. “Which means you two have nothing to worry about.”
Both Parker and Chance went slack-jawed at your brazenness. Chance blinked multiple times as if he couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of your mouth.
“Damn, okay.” Parker let out a low whistle. “That’s hot. Like really fucking hot.” It was like a switch for his verbal filter was turned off.
“Yeah.” Chance agreed, as he looked over you.
Leaning close to Chance, you brushed your lips against his. This tent was becoming way too hot. You couldn’t tell if it was because of your bodies, or because of the emotions running high between you all. Regardless, you wanted some form of relief. Especially considering how turned on you had gotten from recalling your memories.
“So, what now, big guy?” You asked Chance before lightly kissing him.
“I’m not fucking you, remember?” You felt a smug grin against your lips.
Fuck. No, no, no. Your original caveats were now biting you in the ass. No, there could still be a way. However, looking into Chance’s mischievous gaze, you knew your chances were slim.
“I remember.” You tried to maintain your cool.
“So you won’t mind if I take up my reward from Parker and I’s bet?” He grinned as he watch a frustrated pout jut out your lip.
“T-that’s fine.” You muttered.
“Oh, why are you disappointed? You were the one that asked for this.” His hand curled into your hair, pulling your face to his. “I’m always careful when making deals.”
He released you as you let out a frustrated huff. Leaving you sitting there, untouched.
“So, Parker.” Parker perked up, clearly nervous and excited at the same time. “You ready?”
“Fuck yes.” Parker breathed out before pouncing on Chance.
The two shared a heated kiss as Parker crawled into his lap. Parker bit and sucked on Chance’s bottom lip, shuddering as he groaned in response. Chance gripped the back of Parker’s head, making his hat fall off. Lightly Chance pulled Parker’s head back, flashing a satisfied grin.
“You’re quite eager. Especially considering your earlier response.” Chance teased as Parker whined.
“Dude, seriously. Please leave the past in the past. I’m dying here.” Parker practically whimpered.
“So impatient.” Chance shook his head, tsking at Parker. “You’ve waited this long, what’s a little bit longer?” Oh, Chance was enjoying this way too much.
“Chance, please.” Thankfully for Parker, he didn’t have any dignity he wished to keep intact. “Please let me suck your cock.”
That had Chance clamming up. Cheeks flaring red at the blatant ask. Unable to form words, he nodded at Parker.
Parker smiled and sighed with relief. Leaning back in, he pressed a long kiss to Chance’s lips. Letting it linger slightly before pulling away again. Before he began, Parker looked over at you. You were focused in on them, unable to look away.
“What about them?” Parker asked.
Chance turned his attention to you. Your heart raced as you waited for his response.
“They can watch. Enjoy the show. Considering they didn’t seem to want anything else.”
Your expression soured at his words, but it didn’t phase Chance. If anything, it only spurred him on as he let out an amused chuckle. Though, he was done patronizing you. For now.
Parker leaned back in, pressing a hot open mouthed kiss to Chance’s lips. Groaning as he slid their tongues together. Softly, he trailed kisses down Chance’s throat. Biting down, Parker left a mark in the crook of his neck. Giving a satisfied hum as he watched the purple bruise bloom.
“You sure like to bite.” Chance noted with a chuckle.
Parker responded with another nip, which received a groan from Chance in return.
In their throws of passion, the two stripped each other down. Parker helped pull off Chance’s shirt revealing that tight chest and soft belly. The sight had both you and Parker drooling. Then Chance aided Parker in ridding his own article, showing off his skinny yet toned form. Both sported happy trails that had you stifling a whimper.
“Like what you see?” Parker noticed the way you were looking at them.
“Yes.” You admitted in a mutter as your face reddened.
He gave you a cheeky grin, then turned back to Chance. As he returned to kissing down his body, Parker occasionally left love bites here and there on the man’s exposed skin. Chance was very vocal, audibly groaning and sighing at the pleasurable pain that Parker was giving him.
Trailing along with Parker, your eyes landed on the very prominent bulge in Chance’s pants. Yet another thing that had you drooling at the sight. Not waiting for a single moment, Parker slid both Chance’s pants and underwear down. Chance’s throbbing cock bobbed at the fast motion. A gasp was shared between you and Parker at the sight. Both of you made wide eye contact, then returned to the sight before you. Chance grew red as no one said anything.
“Uh, is something wrong?” He asked sheepishly.
“Dude, you’re fucking massive.” Parker spoke as he stared at his dick.
A mouthwatering sight to behold, that’s for sure. Both a very nice length and extremely thick. A bead of precum at the tip of its thick red head.
“You’re gonna break him.” You spoke without thinking.
“Break me? Pah!” Parker scoffed. “I don’t have a gag reflex anymore!” He said proudly, thumping his bare chest.
“Care to put that to the test?” Chance asked him, eyes hooded suggestively.
“F-fuck yes.” Parker practically melted at his words.
Chance leaned back, giving Parker full access. Immediately, Parker dove in. Kissing down Chance’s happy trail, straight to where he wanted to be. He gave the tip of Chance’s cock a cheeky kiss, then pressed his lips down to the base. Chance propped himself on his elbows to watch Parker, biting his lip as he groaned at the feeling. Parker licked a stripe up his length, then took the entirety of Chance’s cock into his mouth.
You gasped at the sight. It looked so easy for him. There was no way you wouldn’t be sputtering around Chance’s dick if you took him all the way. Though, the thought didn’t deter you from wanting to do just that. Especially considering how Chance was responding.
He choked out a moan as he felt the heat of Parker’s mouth envelope his entire length. Slowly, Parker began to bob his head. Lolling his tongue in a trail along the underside of Chance’s cock as he worked away.
Parker seemed to be enjoying himself too. Humming contently as Chance curled his fingers in his colorful locks. Chance used his position to control Parker’s speed, groaning at the trails of pleasure that followed each pull of Parker’s mouth.
As he continued to bob his head, Parker trailed his hand down Chance’s thigh ultimately cupping his balls lightly. Gently he caressed them, making Chance’s cock twitch in his throat.
“Fuck, Park. W-where the hell did you learn this?” Chance’s gaze was glazed over as he took in every spark of pleasure flowing through his body.
Popping off of Chance’s cock, Parker placed a kiss on the reddened tip.
“Popsicles.” He said, as if it was such an obvious response.
Despite the ridiculousness of it, Chance didn’t think on it for long. Parker returned to his previous ministrations, upping the ante by moving his head faster. The feeling of his mouth and tongue gliding along Chance’s length had Chance’s breath stuttering. He could feel himself getting close to his peak. Low moans escaped his plush lips as his attention focused on the pure bliss his friend was giving him.
As Parker kept going, he found himself grinding his hips into the blankets underneath him. He needed some kind of friction to relieve the painful hardness of his own cock. With each bob of his head, his hips followed. He moaned around Chance’s cock as he chased his own pleasure.
Once again, Chance took control of Parker’s speed. The roughness of his movements had Parker moaning around him again. The feeling was enough to make Chance stutter with a low groan. Tightness in his balls releasing as he shot hot ropes down Parker’s throat, which he gratefully swallowed with a satisfied moan of his own. Squeezing his eyes shut, Parker also found his own release. Cumming into his pants with a groan as he grinded his hips down.
As you watched the scene before you unfold, you found yourself growing hotter and wetter. Surely your underwear was absolutely drenched after witnessing all of that. A burning desire had your own sex aching for attention. However, you didn’t do anything. You didn’t want Chance to be irritated. He already demonstrated his control, you did not wish to incur any more obstacles to your own release.
Slipping off of Chance, Parker swept a hand through his sweaty hair. Both of them were panting with blissed out looks in their eyes. Leaning toward Chance, Parker captured his lips with his own. Making the man taste the mixture of his release and Parker’s taste. Something somehow heavenly, that Chance now desperately craved more of as he kissed him back. When they pulled away, both sighed, almost in disappointment.
“Wow.” Parker broke the silence in the tent.
“Wow.” Chance nodded, his eyes trailed to the wet stain on the front of Parker’s pants. “Did you-.”
“Yes.” Parker cut him off, sheepishly scratching his neck. “Kinda hard not to when that’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve done in years.”
“Well…” Chance didn’t know where to go with this. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” He let out an awkward chuckle.
“Me too.” Parker gave him a small smile, which turned into a smirk as he looked over at you. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
Feeling caught, your face grew red.
“Uh, um. Yes…” You mumbled.
“What was that?” Chance joined in with a cheeky grin.
“I enjoyed myself.” You gave him an irritated look.
“Good. Cause that’s all you’re getting tonight.” Chance’s gaze grew dark as he tilted his head. A challenging look shot your way.
“What?!” You realized you appeared desperate.
Wide-eyed and frazzled at his words. No! They can’t do that!
“T-that’s not-”
“What? Fair?” Chance cut you off.
“Yeah! Both of you got to…” You tried finding a less crass way of putting it, “relieve yourselves…”
“I thought you didn’t want to do anything.” Parker said with an amused smirk.
“Well that was before!” You grumbled.
“We’re just doing what you asked.” Chance added.
“You guys are the fucking worst.” You spat, red in the face.
Fuck, you were extremely turned on and they weren’t going to help you at all.
“I’ll just go take care of myself.” You mumbled.
“Is that so?” Chance asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Yes. It is.” You began to shuffle to leave the tent, but his strong arm grabbed you.
“Do you really think that’s going to satisfy you?” He asked lowly, making you shiver.
“Y-yes. It will.” You didn’t sound convincing.
“Hmm… we’ll see.”
“See what?” You felt yourself begin to sweat as a sinister grin grew on Chance’s face.
He turned to Parker who looked amused himself.
“How long do you think they’ll last?” Chance asked Parker.
synop: Deciding you want to enjoy the zoo without any worry, you make Chance and Parker promise not to fuck with you till the night. Little do you know, that will end up making you reveal things you weren't expecting to.
a/n: Sorry this chap took a bit to get out! This is mostly sfw, just some sexual talks.
Also, school starts Monday, August 25th for me, so I will be posting a bit less. Please have patience with me!
After Chance exited the car, you waited a moment. Taking in a long deep breath, you closed your eyes.
What the FUCK was that?! Your mind was screaming at you. How were you supposed to handle the rest of the day with them when Chance just left you with that ominous statement?
When you opened your eyes, you let out the breath slowly. Peering out of the corner of your vision, you saw Chance and Parker chatting with each other. The two of them smirking and chuckling. Parker glanced up, locking eyes with you. The smirk on his face grew as he watched red bloom on your cheeks. Fuck, they were doing a number on you.
Gearing yourself up, you opened the truck door and exited the vehicle. Joining your friends, you willed your heart to stop racing.
“What took you so long?” Parker smirked at you.
“Oh I don’t know-.” You stopped yourself.
If you continued this, your whole day would be spent shuffling what if, what if, what if, in your brain. You didn’t want that. Based on how the men were looking at you, they definitely did. So, you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.
“I was just making sure I was ready to go.” You said as you attempted to keep up a poker face.
“There was nothing else holding you up?” Parker pressed.
“Nope, nothing at all.” You decided to start walking to the zoo entrance, pushing past Parker and Chance. “I’ve got our tickets, so don’t stay too far behind.” You said over your shoulder.
The two of them shared a look. Chance letting out an amused huff at your attempts to remain composed. Okay, so be it. They enjoyed a challenge. Sending a cheeky grin to Chance, Parker nodded. The two had come to the same conclusion. For now you could have your fun in ignorance, for now.
As you neared the entrance you felt that familiar buzz of excitement. You couldn’t recall the last time you had been to a zoo. You were pretty sure you came to Omaha at some point in middle school, but hadn’t been to the area since. When planning out your trip you were excited to head this way, even if you were going to end up driving through Nebraska.
Looking behind, you saw Chance and Parker talking and laughing with each other. As soon as they spotted you, they grinned. They’re plotting something. No matter, you would just ignore whatever attempts they made to fluster you. You didn’t need their teasing bothering you today.
Suddenly, you found yourself slamming into a light post. Hitting the side of your head against the hard metal.
“Agh, Fuck!” You yelped, grabbing your face.
Ignoring the disgruntled looks from parents, you let out a hiss of pain. Fuck, that hurt. That’s what you get for not watching where you were going, you supposed.
Jogging up to you, Chance cupped your face. Turning it to the side, he let out a sigh of relief. Though your face was slightly red, it didn’t appear that you had actually injured yourself. He gave you a stern look, then flicked you on the forehead.
“Hey!” You shouted, rubbing your forehead. “What the f-.” You stopped spotting the children heading to the entrance. “What was that for?” You grumbled
“Watch where you’re going.” He said, then pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek. Grinning at the shocked look on your face, Chance chuckled. “Just to make it feel better.”
“Here I can help too!” Parker said, feeling left out. He planted a kiss on the other cheek.
Narrowing your eyes you let out an irritated groan. They were not going to go easy on you it seemed.
“That wasn’t even the part of my face that I hit.”
“Knowing you, I’m sure you’ll run into another pole. I’m preemptively giving you a kiss to make it feel better.” He gave you a cheeky grin.
“I’m going to fucking kill you guys.” You said, letting out a frustrated hiss.
“Not if you kill yourself first. That was quite the nasty looking slam.” Chance said.
Closing your eyes, you took in a breath. Composing yourself, you nodded. You were not going to let them get to you. Not today, not ever.
Even though you repeated that mantra to yourself, you very much knew that they were getting to you. They were very good at that. You knew you could do the same, but the last thing you wanted was another period of trying to up the ante of uncomfortability with your friends. For now, you would let them have their fun. There would eventually be an opportunity to get back at them. Today you decided the best way was to just ignore their attempts.
Following behind the groups of tourists and families, you readied the tickets on your phone. As you made it to the entrance, you held it up for the admissions staff to scan. With a wave and a smile, they greeted you.
“Got three tickets?” They eyed your group.
“Yes indeed. For me and these two kids. Think I could get a discount?” You joked, pointing back to your friends with your thumb.
“Ha! Sorry, I think your kids might be a bit big for that.” They joked back, maintaining their customer service poise.
“Well, it was worth a shot.” You shrugged your shoulders.
Once your tickets were scanned you made your way into the zoo. Parker pulled up a zoo map on his phone, then pointed you to the Desert Dome.
“Oh we gotta start there first!” Parker said giddily, bouncing on his toes. “It’s my favorite! Well, actually the nightlife section is my favorite, but the desert is cool.”
“Nightlife?” Chance questioned.
“Yeah! They have bats!” He said with a bright grin.
“Oh, I forgot about that.” You shot Chance a sorry look.
The man had quite the fear of the nocturnal creatures. An unfortunate incident with a bat infestation at his childhood home had him waking up with one of the critters in his bed. Which led to him receiving multiple rabies shots over the course of two weeks. Parker gave him a ton of shit over it, asking Chance to bite him so they could both have rabies. You were a bit nicer, even joining him during one of his vaccine appointments.
“Ugh. Bats…” Chance mumbled.
“You don’t have to go into that section with us, Chance.” You said.
“No, I’ll be fine. I’m not,like, deathly afraid of them. They just creep me out. A lot.” He gave you a reassuring look.
“Okay. If you want to leave though, we will.” You shot a look at Parker. “Got that, Bradley?”
“What? I apologized for the rabies jokes years ago!” He jolted his hands up in exasperation.
Before you could make a retort, Chance placed a hand on your shoulder.
“I’ll be fine. Seriously.”
Nodding, you accepted his response. Looking down at his idle hand, you decided to grab it. Pulling him along, the three of you made your way into the building. Heat blasted against you as you entered the Desert Dome. A red sand dune greeted you upon entering the space. Around you, the sounds of various birds filled the area. As you continued on through the exhibit, you spotted various animals. Parker, with his vast knowledge on random facts, was able to occasionally provide you with some interesting trivia.
“Did you know, the Desert Dome is actually one of the world’s largest indoor deserts?” He asked you and Chance, knowing full-well that neither of you knew that.
“How many indoor deserts actually exist in the world?” You asked him as you stared into an enclosure containing a bird with a bright blue breast.
“How am I supposed to know that?” Parker quirked a brow at you, as if that was such an obvious question.
Rolling your eyes, you shared a chuckle with Chance.
“So when was the last time you came here?” You asked Parker.
“Uhh, like three years ago, I think? My grandparents like to take me.”
It was funny, picturing Parker’s grandparents dragging him to a zoo when he’s a grown-ass adult. You could almost see him holding a lollipop wearing a propeller hat.
“Your grandparents like to bring you to a lot of things.” You commented.
“Yeah, to be honest, they were a bit upset that I was going on this trip with you guys.” Parker said, letting out an airy laugh.
“Wait, really?” You questioned.
“Yeah… I mean, they do like taking me to a lot of the places we’re planning on going to. They might be a bit jealous you guys are taking up time with me.” He shrugged.
“Send them my apologies. I didn’t realize that we took away their sweet baby grandson.” You reached for his cheek, pinching and wiggling it.
“He’s an only child. I don’t blame his grandparents for wanting to monopolize his time.” Chance chimed in, being reasonable as always.
“I guess…” You sighed. “Must be nice not having to fight for your grandparent’s attention.” You chided.
“Pfft, like you can complain. You have one sibling.” Chance scoffed. “Try fighting for anyone’s attention when you're a middle child of six.”
“Sorry I wasn’t raised in the Italian hellscape that you call home.” You retorted with a snicker.
“Irish-Italian hellscape.” Chance corrected with a grin.
“That sounds like an oxymoron.” You chuckled.
“I feel like that could define much of our friend’s life.” Parker joined in.
“Fair point.” You conceded, with a nod.
Together you continued through the three deserts in the dome. Spotting various wildcats, peering into reptilian enclosures, and viewing desert flora. Occasionally Parker would chime in with some fun fact that he recalled from his memory.
When you finished the Desert Dome, you made your way to the nocturnal animals section. Heading down a flight of stairs, you round a corner and enter a very dark area. Lit up in red lights. At the start of the area you peered into a bunch of enclosures containing various rodents, reptiles, and amphibians. Squinting, you tried to see the animals.
Eventually, you made your way into an area that looked like a cave. Before you turned the corner you heard sounds of squealing and flapping wings. Beside you, you felt Chance stiffen up. Looking up at him, you saw his breathing had become slightly shallow. On your other side, Parker wore a big grin. Appearing excited to see the winged nocturnal creatures ahead, he paid little mind to Chance’s change in demeanor.
Slowly, you reached for Chance’s hand. Gripping it softly, you gave him a reassuring squeeze. Turning to look at you, Chance let out a breath he had been holding. He smiled softly, squeezing your hand back. It was nice knowing that he was able to rely on you for comfort. Together, you walked through the space. You were going to try and slip past the bats, but Chance stopped you.
Chance stood, watching intently at one of the enclosures filled with bats. His hand gripped yours a bit tighter, and you could feel it grow slightly clammy. Using your other hand, you gave his arm a soothing caress. Leaning up to his ear, you spoke to him over the noises.
“We don’t have to stay here.”
“I know.” Chance shuffled in place. “But I don’t want you to miss anything.”
“Chance, it’s not the end of the world if I don’t look at the bats.” You pat his arm.
“I guess. I just don’t want to ruin your time here.” He gave you a sincere look that had your heart fluttering.
“Did you think of that when you spoke to me in the car?” As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted them.
As you watched Chance, you saw his jaw tighten at your statement. Glancing at you, you caught a glint of something in his eyes. Touche. He thought.
Shit, you realized you had started up what you had hoped to end.
“From the way you had responded to me, I don’t believe I ruined anything.” He spoke lowly, leaning close to you.
You tried pulling away from him, but his hand only gripped yours tighter. The room's lighting made Chance appear somewhat menacing. The image had you gulping.
“Well? Did I ruin your zoo experience before it even began?” It was clear he was demanding an answer.
“No.” You let out a shaky breath. “You didn’t.”
At your words, the grip on your hand softened. He didn’t let go though. Deciding to hold your hand throughout the rest of the exhibit. Now it was your turn to have cold and clammy palms. Chance’s words reverberated through your mind, making you shiver. You just had to say something… You admonished yourself.
Beside you, Parker was none the wiser. Gleefully weaving through the crowd to look into another enclosure, then waving over you and Chance to look inside. If Chance had anything else planned for you, he gave you no indication of what that would be. You didn’t know if that should make you relieved or very, very nervous. The latter was the likely option.
Blinding afternoon sun hit your trio as you exited the building. When you blinked away the sunspots, you realized Chance had released your hand. Your now free hand clenched onto nothing as you looked over at him. Sporting a smirk, the man turned away from you. Not granting you any satisfaction of trying to get a gauge on what was going on in his mind.
Together you continued through the zoo. Taking some reprieve from the heat in the aquarium. All of you oohing and ahhing as you walked through the aquarium tunnel surrounded by various fish and sharks. Parker particularly enjoyed the penguin enclosure. You had the benefit of viewing it during feeding time. Watching the zookeepers toss fish to the penguins, seeing them dive in and out of the water to eat.
The next stop was the Butterfly and Insect Pavilion, yet another stop Parker was excited about. Though you weren’t surprised, the man had quite the fascination for the creepy crawlies. Butterflies at least, weren’t too bad.
When you had entered the butterfly section, you giggled as a few had made their way around Chance. Lightly landing on his head and shoulder.
“You know, butterflies are attracted to the scent of urine.” Parker stated with a grin and nudge against Chance.
“What does that say about you?” Chance asked, crossing his arms as he watched a few land on Parker.
“They also like the scent of death.” You chimed in. “And sweat. You guys are gross.” You stuck your tongue out at them as you continued onward.
While Parker was practically pressed against the glass of the insect enclosures, you kept a bit of a distance. Politely watching the bugs move about in their spaces, as you held back shivers at the sight. Looking over his shoulder, Parker spotted you looking uncomfortable. Sauntering over, he gave you a soft smile with a hand on your shoulder.
“Are you okay? I know bugs kinda creep you out.” The beginning of this conversation felt like deja vu to you, except you were on the receiving end this time.
“Yeah I’m fine. Just keeping my distance is all. I know you like this,” you waved your hands about, “stuff.”
Rolling his eyes, Parker patted your shoulder.
“You little people pleaser.” His hand moved to your head, ruffling your hair lovingly. His attention then moved to Chance who was looking into an enclosure with a spider. “Both of you are.” Parker left it at that, moving onward in the exhibit.
Moving along, you eventually found yourself at an enclosure you were very excited for. In an outdoor space you watched as giant giraffes roamed around. Many made their way to an area where people were holding out branches for them to eat off of. Giddily, you encouraged your friends to move faster.
“I saved up for this one!” You proudly told them, even though it didn’t really cost that much in the grand scheme of things.
“Oh, are we feeding the giraffes?” Parker had now joined along with your enthusiasm.
“Uh, hell yeah we are!” You said.
Chance shook his head and chuckled at your childlike enthusiasm. Though, he had to admit, it sounded pretty fun to him as well.
The three of you were given branches before you headed onto a balcony over the giraffe enclosure. As you proceeded to lean your arms over the ledge, the tall creatures made their way to you. One reached out a long tongue to encircle the branch, then ripped off some of the leaves with its teeth. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as you felt that innocent whimsy of youth fill you at the sight. Both Parker and Chance appeared to be feeling the same. Bright smiles plastered on their faces as they watched in awe at the creature before them. How such a simple act could make someone feel such joy? You didn’t know. You were glad you got to experience it with your friends though.
As you were leaving, Parker and Chance were rambling on about the animals.
“I went to one zoo before, and they actually ate directly from your hand. Their tongues are so slimy!” Parker said.
“Ugh, that sounds gross.” Chance cringed at the thought of feeling a slimy tongue on his hand.
“I thought it was pretty cool!” Parker said with his characteristic enthusiasm. “I’d love to have a tongue that long. Imagine the things you could do!” He proceeded to stick out his tongue, demonstrating that it was quite long. The muscle practically touching the bottom of his chin.
Immediately, your thoughts moved to somewhere significantly less innocent. Shaking your head, you tried to remove them from your brain. As if he caught your mind’s shift, Parker sucked his tongue back in with a smirk.
“Like what you see?” His gaze grew dark.
“What?” You feigned ignorance.
“Don’t think I didn’t catch you staring.” Parker teased.
No, you couldn’t let this start again. It didn’t seem like Parker was going to let it go though. Turning to Chance he motioned toward him with his hand.
“How long is your tongue?” Parker asked him.
“Um, why do you want to know?” It seemed like he hadn’t noticed what Parker had.
“Just because. Gotta see who’s the most giraffe like here, and I think I’m winning.” He proudly pressed a thumb to his chest.
Shrugging his shoulders, Chance stuck his tongue out as far as it could go. It only reached about half-way down his chin.
“Guess you win,” Chance shrugged, wiping his chin off.
“Guess I do.” Parker eyed you with a smirk, spotting the light pink your cheeks were sporting.
“Whose do you like better?” Parker asked you.
Shaking your head side-to-side you didn’t answer. Instead, you tried to move on to the next enclosure. Whatever was going on had suddenly clicked for Chance, a smirk growing on his face as well.
“Wait, you’re just going to leave the conversation like that?” Chance called after you.
“That’s exactly what I’m doing.” You huffed, feeling your cheeks burn even more than they already were.
“That’s pretty rude!” Parker said in a sing-song voice as he sidled up alongside you.
Chance followed, moving to your other side. Both had you trapped between them.
“You guys are the fucking worst.” You grumbled through gritted teeth.
“Because you keep making things weird…” You trailed, keeping your gaze forward.
Just ahead you spotted the elephant enclosure. Picking up your pace, you hoped you could manage to make the animals a new distraction.
“Honestly, I think you’re the one making it weird.” Parker said.
He stretched his arms up with a groan, revealing a bit of his toned stomach. Your eyes flitted to the bare skin, then back ahead. Internally you admonished yourself for your visual slip-up. You knew Parker noticed as another grin grew on his face.
“Parker and I are enjoying ourselves just fine, you seem like the odd one out.” Chance said.
Grumbling, you stopped walking. They were just going to keep doing this, weren’t they? Fine, so be it.
“Okay.” You agreed. “What if we make a deal?” You moved your head side to side, looking them both in the eyes.
“What kind of deal?” Chance crossed his arms, eyeing you suspiciously.
“One that I think will please all of us.” You chose your words purposely, enjoying the fact that you had piqued their curiosity. “If you stop this suggestive nonsense during the day, I’ll go along with whatever scheme you two have cooked up tonight.” Oh, that was a dangerous deal to make.
You almost regretted it when you watched the two give each other a shared satisfied look.
“You’ll go along with anything?” Parker pressed, desperately hoping you would confirm you would do so.
Feeling anxiety bubble in your stomach, you slowly nodded.
“Yes… with parameters.” You added, hoping that would save you somewhat.
“What kind of parameters?” Chance asked, leaning even closer toward you.
Feeling your breath hitch, you stepped back slightly, only to bump into Parker. The man behind you lightly grabbed your arms to stop you from tripping.
“Whoa! Careful there.” He teased, making your face grow hot.
Biting your lip, you thought about the restrictions you wished to impose. Glancing back at Chance, you gave him a stern look.
“I’m not doing anything with you.” You said.
“But you just-.” You cut him off with a hand.
“Let me rephrase; I’m not… fucking you.” You said the last part quietly, realizing the family friendly environment that you were still in.
If they were disappointed, you didn’t notice a change in their demeanor.
“That’s fair enough for me. So everything else is on the table?” Chance glanced at Parker, who gave him a nod of approval.
“Sounds good to me.” Parker agreed.
Even if they couldn’t fuck you, you knew they could ask other things of you. In the end though, would that really be so bad? The thought almost excited you, even if it also filled you with a deep anxiety. Regardless, they had agreed to your conditions.
“Great! So please, no more of this.” You said, motioning between you and Chance.
“Till tonight.” He added, gaze dark.
“Till tonight.” You agreed with a gulp.
The rest of your zoo visit went by without any more comments from the men. Every so often, you felt their hungry gazes on you. There was no doubt, they were going to ask something of you. What it was, you weren’t sure. Based on what they had done together that morning, anything could happen.
The three of you continued your zoo trip. Enjoying various other exhibits. The sea lion training was a hit for all of you. Whenever you passed by a primate enclosure you and Chance commented that all of them appeared to look like Parker. The man took the jabs in stride, adding his trivia about each of the species to make himself seem cooler through the resemblance to the animals.
When you were done with the final exhibit, you all made your way out of the zoo. Not before stopping in the gift shop, of course. Deciding to bring home a little trinket, you bought yourself a magnet to add to your family’s fridge collection. Parker ended up walking out with a t-shirt while Chance abstained from purchasing anything. He said he promised to get something for one of his siblings when you all were in Oregon, but had no interest in the kitschy stuff otherwise.
You piled back into Chance’s truck, then headed off to your next campsite. This time you were staying at Lake Cunningham. The next morning you knew Chance and Parker were planning on fishing for a little bit before you took off for your next destination. Meaning you got to sleep in with the tent all to yourself.
As you pulled into the area, you spotted the lake. Afternoon sun gleamed off of the blue water that was littered with small boats. Many people were out and about. Walking trails, fishing, and playing frisbee golf.
When you arrived at your campsite, you got your tent pitched up much faster this time. Both you and Chance looked over your site, hands on your hips with pride at the work. When you shared a glance with him, you felt a pit of anxiety begin to grow. That hungry look had returned once more. You didn’t know if you wanted to know what he had been planning.
There was still some time before you were going to head into the city for dinner, so Parker pulled out his bag of frisbee golf discs. You honestly had no idea how he had managed to pack so many games with him, not that you were complaining. When Parker pulled out a game, you knew you were in for a good time.
“Alright, Bradley, how do we play this?” You asked as the three of you stood on a concrete slab.
A few yards away stood a metal basket with chains, the “hole” that the frisbee was supposed to go in.
“It’s pretty much like regular golf. Wherever your frisbee lands, you shoot from that spot toward the hole.” He pointed at the basket.
From his bag he pulled out a bright red disc. Angling his body to the side, he lined himself up with the hole. It was clear he was a practiced player. He waved his arm back and forth, angling it just right. With one final movement, he released the disc. It flew through the air, landing in the basket perfectly.
Politely, you clapped at the hole-in-one. Parker gave you a bow and a smile, then offered a disc to you.
Taking it, you attempted to copy Parker’s movements. Lining yourself up sideways, you tried to angle your hand like he did. It was interesting though, the disc weighed a bit more than you expected. Pulling your arm forward and back, you let it release. There wasn’t enough force behind your throw, and the disc landed a few feet away from the hole. Throwing your arm down in a “drat” motion, you walked up to the disc. Thankfully, you were close to the hole. Only needing a little force behind your throw, you got the disc caught in the chains.
“Nice one!” Parker said, jogging up to you. “You’re a natural!” He patted you on the shoulder.
“It’s the first hole, Parker.” You rolled your eyes with a chuckle.
“And you’re doing amazing!”
Looking over at Chance, Parker gave him a thumbs up. Nodding, Chance lined up his shot. It seemed like he was equally as versed in the game. He released the disc, and it landed in the basket just like Parker’s.
“You’ve played before?” You ask Chance as he joined you and Parker.
“Yeah. I was the one that showed Parker how to play, or I guess it was my dad that did.” Chance said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“He took us on a guys camping trip and we played a lot of frisbee golf.” Parker said.
“Parker kinda became obsessed with the game.” Chance added.
The reveal made you feel a bit sour. You had forgotten about Chance’s dad’s annual guy’s camping trip. One that you were never invited to despite being the two’s best friend. Though, you didn’t blame the guys. Chance’s dad was the one that made that decision. From what you had been told it was a non-negotiable event with his dad, and Parker was a good emotional buffer to have around Chance’s father.
“Well, I’m glad you found something to enjoy.” You said, attempting to move on from the uncomfortable undertones of the conversation.
As your game wrapped up, the sun was beginning to set. When you reached the final hole, you let out a gasp. The holes were far away with trees blocking your view of them. It seemed like this was no big deal to Parker who was in the lead.
Lining up his shot, he tried to add some curve. Hoping to get around the trees. Sadly, his plotting did not work. The disc landed in some brush. Sucking his teeth in frustration, Parker moved to go grab the disc. Pulling it out of the branches, he brushed away some leaves. Angling his head, he tried to determine the best way to go about reaching the hole from his position. From where you stood you could tell he had made a realization of some sort.
Slumping his shoulders, Parker conceded to the fact he would have to make three moves. Throwing the disc a short distance, he found he had a straight shot to the hole. Taking the final throw, he managed to make it into the basket. Pumping his fist, he motioned for you to take your turn.
You were failing miserably. Extremely behind your friends as it took you too many tries before reaching the basket. Even once missing the basket when you were right in front of it. Eyeing the little bit of the hole you could see, you attempted to line up your shot. Your tries were in vain, the disc also landing among the trees. It didn’t help that the disc didn’t fly very far either.
After four more throws, with a couple of lands in the trees, you managed to reach the hole. Parker gave you a sympathetic smile and a pat on the back as you slumped over in defeat.
“Alright Chance, if you can make this in two shots, you win!” Parker called over to the other man.
Nodding, Chance narrowed his eyes toward the distance. He was neck and neck with Parker throughout the whole game. Now was his opportunity to reign supreme in frisbee golf. Taking in a breath, he motioned his planned movements. With a good amount of force, he managed to get a good distance on the disc. As it flew, it slightly curved. Exactly what Chance wanted. Where it landed, Chance had a straight shot to the hole. One that he took and won.
Parker whooped and applauded for the man.
“Good game guys!” Parker said, smiling brightly.
You couldn’t help but return his enthusiasm. His excitement over games was often very infectious.
Looking at the horizon, Chance realized that nighttime was approaching. He glanced over at you, but decided to keep that information to himself.
“Ready to get some grub?” He asked your group.
Right on cue, Parker’s stomach grumbled.
“Absolutely.” He said. “I’m so ready for a burger.”
Parker knew of a good burger joint in downtown Omaha, so you decided to forgo a campfire dinner for the night.
Before heading out, you all freshened up and changed into evening clothes. When you were ready, you hopped back into Chance’s truck. Once you were inside and buckled up, Chance started the car. When you were out of the campgrounds, Chance decided to share his earlier epiphany.
“So, it’s going to be nighttime soon.” He said lowly to you.
“So?” You didn’t catch what he was getting at.
Like he had done during your first car ride, Chance’s hand found its way to your thigh.
“So, that means it will be night soon.” His gaze flitted to you, then back to the road.
“Oh yeah! That’s right…” Parker realized what Chance was saying, leaning toward you to purr into your ear. “You know what that means…” He said your name lowly, making you shiver.
Eyes wide, the realization dawned on you. Fuck.
“I-I meant like when we got back to the tent after dinner! Like when we’re close to turning in for the night.” You tried to defend yourself from what was about to come.
“You told us to stop “making things weird” during the day. From what I can tell, daytime is almost over.” Parker chuckled as you both gazed toward the setting sun.
“You know what I meant!” You tried again, but knew it was futile.
“Yeah, we do! And daylight is fading. So you know what that means.” Chance’s hand gripped your thigh tighter, making you jolt.
“I guess I do.” You conceded with a sigh, gearing yourself up for a night of teasing.
Anything… You had promised you would do anything they ask, just short of allowing them to fuck you. Gulping, you tried to steer your attention away from the hand burning against your thigh. You couldn’t though. As your mind wandered to that hand, you wondered what they had planned for you. Knowing them, it could be anything.
Sometimes it seemed like the two shared the same mind. Often being able to read the other’s thoughts with just a glance. Though, the two shared a similar ability with you. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that they also would have their own wavelength that you weren’t privy to.
When you parked along a street downtown, you took in a deep breath. Shutting off the car, Chance gave you a concerned look. You were about to exit the car when Chance gripped your thigh again, catching you off-guard. Pausing, you turned to give him an expectant look. Hand dropping from the car handle as you waited. Unbuckling his seat, Chance leaned toward you. Cupping your chin softly, his gaze softened.
“Look, if you feel uncomfortable at any time, you need to tell us.”
“I will.” You said with a shaky breath.
“Promise?” He asked, reading your wide eyed expression.
“Promise.” You said softly.
“Good.” He released you, then moved to exit the car. “I’m excited to see where this goes.” His expression shifted into a knowing smirk.
Feeling your heart rate pickup, you nodded. Gearing yourself up for the evening, you exited the car.
“You two having more secret conversations in the car without me?” Parker chided you and Chance as you joined him.
“Just making sure we’re all on the same page tonight.” Chance said.
“Sounds good to me! Now, I’m starving!” Parker said, looping his arms around you and Chance’s necks to pull you against him. “My belly is begging for a burger!”
You and Chance chuckled at Parker’s antics, then pulled out of his grasp. The three of you made your way through the downtown area. Compared to Chicago, it wasn’t much to look at. Many industrial buildings of the past had been converted into mutli-complex buildings with apartments and businesses filling the spaces out. The city’s riverwalk was quite quaint at least.
Parker led the way, a map pulled up on his phone as you traversed the area. As you walked, Chance reached for your hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours, he made sure to help you maneuver past various pedestrians. Like before, his hand burned against your skin. In turn, it made your cheeks flare up.
Eventually you landed at the entrance to a nice looking restaurant. The facade of the building appeared to be that of an old factory, still made up of the brick it had been originally built with. Above the entrance hung a sign with an image of a cow.
Inside, a hostess sat behind a podium with a tablet. She glanced up and acknowledged you with a nod, then looked back down at the tablet.
“Reservation?” She asked.
“Yup! Should be under Bradley!” Parker said with a grin.
Moving her finger down the tablet, she tapped.
“Bradley, table for three at seven?” She asked, glancing up again.
“That’s us!”
The hostess grabbed three menus, then weaved you through the restaurant. The anxiety in your stomach doubled. She had brought you to a dimly lit corner of the restaurant where few tables sat. You would be alone with the men, and there was likely no one to listen into your conversation with them.
Glancing at Chance and Parker, you realized they were waiting for you to pick your seat. Likely to trap you into a booth with one of them. Sighing quietly, you scootched into one of the seats. Chance slid in beside you, and Parker sat in front of you. A grin that had your stomach in knots was plastered on his face.
After setting down the menus, the hostess left your table. Quickly afterwards, your waitress arrived at the table.
“Good evening! I’m Mary, I’ll be your waitress today! What’ll ya’ll be havin’ for drinks?” She asked in a cheery voice.
Looking over the table, you found the drink menu. You were going to need something with alcohol in it to stop your nerves from frying around the men. Reaching for it, you perused the options then settled on something with a decent alcohol content.
“I’ll have a water.” Then you added your drink choice.
The men ordered water and beer.
After looking over your IDs the waitress took your orders and promised to be back with them.
Now, you were left alone. Despite being a large restaurant, you felt as if you were in a tight space. Like the booth you were in with the men was the only area you were currently contained in. The two eyed you expectantly.
“So… the zoo was fun!” You tried to start up the conversation, hoping to avoid something uncomfortable.
“Yeah it was!” Parker said with a smile, but his eyes reflected something other than happiness.
Slumping down in your seat, you groaned. Pinching your eyes shut, you sighed. Might as well get this over with.
“Just get on with it.” You said, trying to feign some ounce of confidence.
“Oh we will.” Parker said. “We’re just waiting.”
“Waiting for what?” You asked.
“To get our drinks and order our food.” Chance added, as if it was obvious. “Don’t want to be interrupted.”
“What about when our food arrives?” You asked.
“That’s a good point.” Parker added, looking at Chance for an answer.
“True, but I think I’ll be tired of waiting before then.” He looked back at Parker. “Don’t you think so?” He asked lowly.
“I-I guess…” Parker couldn’t look into the other man’s dark gaze, his cheeks flushed red.
Glad to see that you weren’t the only one affected by Chance’s domineering attitude. Though, Parker was capable of a similar tone, so you weren’t in the clear whatsoever.
After a moment, the waitress returned with your drink orders. As if she could feel the growing tension, she tried upping her cheery attitude.
“I hope you enjoy your drinks!” She said, smile just a tad too wide.
Quickly, she set the drinks down, then she pulled out a small notepad.
“Ready to order?” She asked.
“I certainly am!” Parker said, switching to his own overly friendly persona.
“Great! What can I getcha?”
As Parker ordered, you skimmed over the menu as fast as you could. Because of your conversation, you had forgotten to look over the menu. At this point, you didn’t even know if you were very hungry anymore. However, it probably would be a good idea to try to eat. Even if the men were making your stomach churn with nerves.
“What about you?” The waitress asked you. You hadn’t realized that Chance had already given his order.
“Oh um…” Looking at the menu, you made a decision and told her.
“Oh I love that one! It’s so so good!” She said, reaching for your table’s menus. “I’ll be back with those orders in a jiffy!”
“Take your time!” Parker waved as she skittered away from your table. Turning back to you and Chance, he placed his hands under his chin and pointed between the two of you. “What now?” He asked with a coy smirk.
“We talk about what we enjoyed during the day and appreciated each other’s company!” You chimed in, with a strained smile.
“Nice try.” Chance nudged you, then turned to Parker. “You know what we discussed.”
“I thought we were going to wait till we were back to do that?” Parker gave him a nervous look.
“Meh, we got lucky. No one’s going to listen in on us here.” Chance leaned toward the other man. “Plus, it’s a little more fun when there’s a bit of risk involved, no?” His low timbre had Parker shivering.
“R-right.”
“What are you guys talking about?” You crossed your arms defensively, trying to hide your own nervousness.
“You are going to answer every question we ask you honestly.” He said. Before you could speak, he continued. “And we will do the same. For you and each other.”
“Yeah. We’re trying to be FAIR.” Parker emphasized the last word, calling back to the previous night.
“Right. Fair…” You glanced away from them. “Fine.” You huffed in defeat. You’ll go along with whatever they want.
“Great!” Chance clapped his hands in satisfaction. “I’ll start easy. What’s your favorite animal?” He asked you and Parker.
Okay, that was easy enough. Though you knew it wouldn’t end there.
You shared your favorite animal, then turned to hear Parker.
“Hmmm… I think the orchid mantis, oh wait, hmm… Maybe axolotls, no, maybe… peacocks. No, peacock spiders!” He gave you a bright smile when he landed on a conclusion, though you had a feeling he didn’t truly know if that was true himself.
“Mine’s the lynx or komodo dragon.” Chance said.
The two options were vastly different, yet totally made sense as to why Chance would like them.
“Alright, who’s next?” You asked the two.
“Let’s have you go.” Chance motioned to you.
“Okay…” Wracking your brain, you tried to come up with a good question. One that was fun though, you weren’t ready for the suggestive ones yet.
“What was your least favorite subject in high school?” You asked.
Chance gave you a questioning look, then let out a chuckle. He knew exactly what you were doing. He wouldn’t let you avoid it for long.
“I’d have to say Mr. Johnson’s Chem 2 course. I swear he had something against me.” Chance said, a scowl on his face at the thought of the teacher.
“I asked for a subject, not a class.” You teased, recalling how terrible of a teacher the man was.
“Fine, Chemistry. Better?” Chance rolled his eyes.
“Math. Hands down, absolute worst.” Parker cringed at the mention of the subject.
“For someone so good at number games, I’m surprised you hate math so much.” You said.
“Game numbers are different from real numbers.” He pointed a finger at you.
You shared your least favorite subject, recalling a teacher that you disliked that taught it.
“Your turn Parker.” You said.
The grin on his face made your stomach drop.
“What’s the best makeout sesh you’ve ever had?” Parker asked, then added. “Minus the one we shared last night. Obviously, that’s the best one.” He said with a chuckle. It was an attempt to avoid the possible hurt of hearing that it wasn’t the best, but he wouldn’t admit that.
Both you and Chance were blushing. So he just really started it? Turning to Chance, you motioned for him to go first. Then he motioned for you to go. Shaking your head, you motioned for him. Sighing, he accepted.
“It was Hector…” He trailed.
“You got with Hector?” You asked surprised. The guy seemed super shy, though Chance was pretty good at pulling people out of their shells.
You didn’t get to know him too well, but he had worked backstage with your friends when you all volunteered at your local community theatre. From what you could tell, he was a sweetheart.
“Yeah.” Chance tried leaving it there, but Parker didn’t let him.
“What made it so good?” He asked, waggling his brows suggestively.
“He was really sweet.”
“Oh c’mon, Chance! You know that’s not what I meant. Give me,” Parker then pointed between you and him. “Give us the juicy deets. Like, was he good with tongue, you know?” He looked at you for support.
You shrugged, then looked at Chance expectantly.
“Well, was he good with tongue?” You pressed Chance.
Letting out a flustered huff, Chance shook his head.
“Yes, fine! He was good with tongue. Like I said, really sweet. He liked to talk, a lot. Like he kept complimenting me and stuff…” Chance’s face grew red at the memories.
“Aww, that’s cute!” Parker leaned on his hands with a lovestruck look in his eyes. Then, his gaze flitted to you. “What about you?”
“What about me?” You asked, face growing hot.
“What was the best makeout sesh you have ever had?” He asked.
Both he and Chance were watching you intently, waiting for your response with bated breath.
“Um, it was during the summer after my sophomore year in college. It was really hot.” You tried leaving it at that.
“Nuhuh. You don’t get to not tell us who it is.” Parker jabbed a finger in your face.
“It was Eddie Watts.” You grumbled out, cheeks dark red.
“Wait, seriously?!” Chance exclaimed, leaning in toward you.
“Yes, seriously.” You said, confused by his shock.
“I swear you hated the guy!” He said.
“Oh, no, that was pure flirting.” Parker chimed in with a smirk. “You two wanted each other so bad, I remember!”
“But you guys bickered all the time!” Chance still couldn’t believe it, remembering the fights you had with the man.
“We fought over creative differences.” You admitted. “Otherwise we’re pretty close.”
“You still talk to him?” Chance felt a spike of jealousy hit him in the chest.
“Yes? Him and Volt. I swear I told you guys this.” You gave Chance a confused look, it wasn’t like you kept your other friendship secret.
“You did. We’re visiting their bar in L.A.” Parker backed you up.
“Oh. Okay.” Chance could not remember that, or maybe, he chose to forget.
“Whatever. Anyways, yes, it was Eddie. Are you happy?” You prodded Parker.
“Nope!”
“Huh?!” You raised your brows in surprise.
“You gotta give a bit more detail than that. What made it the best?” He smirked at your blushing face.
“Um, well… He’s hot, I guess. And really good with his tongue… and hands…and can I be done please?” Your eyes pleaded with Parker.
Sighing sadly, he nodded.
“I guess that’s enough, for now.” Then, a memory hit him. “Wait, was he the one that gave you that huge hickey under your ear? The one that your mom yelled at you about in front of us?” Parker began to cackle at the memory. “She thought it was us!” He motioned between him and Chance.
“Ugh… yes. He liked to stake his claim.” You admitted, then immediately regretted that. Eyes wide as you watched your friend’s reactions to that statement.
“Stake his claim!” Parker, held in another cackle. “Holy shit! I did not realize the type of people you were into.”
Chance didn’t say anything. Inside he was bubbling with jealousy, he was working overtime to cool his outward appearance. The kind of people you were into…
“Whatever, what about you, Bradley?” You pressed Parker.
“Sophia. Hands down. That woman has, like, the most magical mouth.” Parker practically purred at the thought of her. “And she always tasted so fucking good.” Parker looked between you and Chance with a grin. “Your turn, Chance.”
Glancing at you, Chance felt that jealousy bubble within him once more. There was a question eating away at him, but he didn’t know if he wanted to know the answer. Curiosity was getting the better of him, he NEEDED to know.
“I’ll answer this next question first.” Chance said. “You’ll answer last.” He said to you.
“Ooooh, mixing it up! I like it.” Parker said. “Hit us with it.”
“Who did you lose your virginity to and when did it happen?” Chance was looking directly into your eyes, making you feel very hot. “Senior prom, with Penelope.” Chance said, turning to Parker.
“Sophia, junior year of high school.” Parker said with confidence.
Your friend had already shared that with you and Chance before. Very proudly sharing that he had lost his virginity first. You and Chance on the other hand had not shared your “first-time” stories with each other.
Chance’s reveal wasn’t all too surprising for you. Senior year he seemed very frustrated with his lack of “getting with” anyone. So, Penelope was not something that came out of left field.
Wringing your hands together, you wondered if you should lie. Revealing your story to them would have Parker giving you shit for ages. Seeing how Chance had responded to your previous answer, you had a feeling he was not going to enjoy your next response.
A large pause occurred after Parker’s answer.
“Well, what about you?” Chance asked lowly.
Biting your lip, you realized it was inevitable. They would find out eventually, might as well be now.
“The summer after my sophomore year of college…” You let out a breath. “With Eddie…”
“I knew it!” Parker cheered for himself, but you stopped him with a hand.
“I’m not done.” You let out another shaky breath. “With Eddie… and Volt.”
Hiii!! I like absolutely adore ur hcs like they are soooo awesome😭🙏 I was wondering if u have hcs about Chance, Parker and/or diceplay celebrating ur birthday🫶 like things they do or gifts they might get
Teehee asking cuz I love them and its my bday
Happy Happy Birthday! I hope you enjoy these! Thank you for the request!
There's going to be some birthday sex stuff after the cut, so you should be able to skip that if you only want fluff!
Chance/Parker/Diceplay on Your Birthday Headcanons
Chance
Chance would keep your birthday celebration fairly low-key. Something with either just the two of you or a close group of friends. If you’re into TTRPGs I think he’d even make a special birthday one-shot for you all to play. Though, he’s not going easy on the birthday person. Sorry, you will still be rolling those death saves.
If it’s just the two of you I could see him planning a nice day out. Treating you like the royalty you are. Breakfast in bed, a lovely picnic and outing, then finishing the night with dinner, cake and presents, then there’s the birthday sex (if you’re into that).
Regardless of what activity you do, Chance is recording the day so you can look back on it fondly. Taking plenty of pictures of you and him along with your friends. He’ll also make sure to record some videos as well that you can watch later. I think he’s a pretty sappy guy and would want to capture those moments with you.
For Chance it would take a bit of learning, but he would eventually become a great gift giver. For your first birthday with him, he’d try to get something to impress. It’s probably something that’s fairly expensive and popular to get a partner. Think heart shaped jewelry, stuffed animals, expensive cologne/perfume. While you find it sweet that he wants to impress you, you reassure him that being himself is just fine. It’s a bit embarrassing but he’ll admit he was wrong for his assumptions. From then on he makes it a mission to learn all of your likes and interests. He’ll even be taking notes for future gifts. Your eyes linger just a bit too long on an item in a store, he’s immediately jotting it down. When you receive the gifts, sometimes you find yourself shocked.
“Wait, I even forgot I wanted this!” You exclaim after unwrapping the gift. “I saw it at that one place like what…?”
“Six months ago.” Chance says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
“You remembered from that long ago?” You ask, eyes sparkling with adoration.
“Of course, I try to keep track of the things you like. So… do you like it?”
“Oh Chance, I love it!” You exclaim, wrapping the man in a big tight hug.
Parker
C’mon, we know Parker. This guy will want to throw you a party with all of your friends. If you’re more of the introverted type, he’ll make sure it's a small gathering. If you’re extroverted, everyone’s coming. Of course, he’s pulling out all of your favorite games. He wants to make sure you have a super fun time.
If it’s summer, I feel like Parker would try and host a pool party, if you’re into it, obviously. He seems like the kind of guy that loves to be out in the sun when he can and wants you to join him. Plus, he might want an excuse to see you in a swimsuit. If it’s colder, I think he’d go for a themed costume party. He’s making sure the two of you go all out with your costumes. Again, if you’re into it, I bet he would host a murder party where guests have to guess whodunnit. Parker would obviously play as the dead body, make you a red herring, then reveal one of your guests as the murderer.
He’s also going to make sure he has one-on-one time with you as well. Likely after whatever activity he planned out for you. He’ll give you your gifts, and shower you with affection. He seems like the sentimental type. Talking about how he can’t wait to celebrate even more birthdays with you.
For gifts, Parker is oddly good at gift giving. You swear it’s like a supernatural sense of his. Sure, he knows all of your wants and likes, but somehow he finds the perfect gift for you and you had no idea of its existence. Man has a sixth sense for sniffing out perfect gifts. He’ll get you things you’ve told him about, but he’s always got something extra special for you that leaves you in awe of the man. It makes you a bit envious because he can be a bit difficult to get gifts for.
“Sooooo… Whaddya think?” Parker says, giving you the brightest smile. Anticipation sparkling in his eyes, making him bounce in his seat.
“I-it’s perfect…” You look at him, mouth agape. “How did you know to get this? I didn’t even know…” You look down at the unwrapped in your lap, shocked at how perfect it is.
Parker just shrugs his shoulders with a grin.
“I dunno? Guess I just love you that much!” He plants a smooch on your cheek for emphasis.
Diceplay
I think Chance and Parker would clash heads a bit on what constitutes as a good birthday activity. While they both would enjoy a good game night, they would not be able to decide what that entails exactly. In the end I feel like they would plan an outing that they could come to an agreement on, and a chill game night with friends, meaning there was no structure to the evening. I feel like a day at an amusement park would probably be a perfect outing for them to take you on. They would definitely compete with each other at carnival games. You would get to enjoy them pampering you with their affection all day. They would check in on whether or not you were having a good time, really wanting to make sure you have an enjoyable birthday.
As for gifts, Parker is leading the way. Again, he just KNOWS exactly what would be good for you. Chance would get you things he knows you want. I think he would try to do what Parker does, but is never as able to get his gift as accurately. Though, you do appreciate the effort and still cherish his gifts all the same. If Parker has a good inkling about a specific gift, he will see if Chance wants in on it. Especially if it’s a bit pricier. Sometimes Chance will even add something to exemplify the gift based on other wants of yours. Parker will also go in on gifts that Chance has remembered about.
“Whoa…” You look at the item you just unwrapped with wide eyes.
Looking up at Chance and Parker, you see them shuffling awkwardly. Eyes looking expectantly at you.
“You guys have done amazing, yet again. I don’t know how you do it.”
“It’s all Parker, really.” Chance said, rubbing his neck sheepishly.
“Don’t give me all the credit! Chance’s additions are what really bring it all together.”
“Well, thank you. Both of you.” You give them a bright smile that has their hearts soaring. “You guys have made this the best birthday!”
Chance B-day Sex
If you’re more of the submissive type, Chance is spoiling you. Even if you’re being a brat, he’s treating you ever so sweetly (though your behavior will be remembered for later). He’ll ask you to tell him what you want him to do to you. If you’re struggling to decide, he’ll offer options.
Of course, he’s going down on you. You almost get concerned he won’t be able to breathe with how long he goes for. Don’t worry, he’s enjoying himself plenty. He just wants to make sure you end your birthday in absolute bliss.
When he fucks you, it’s soft and slow. Tender kisses, soft words of praise, light touches over your body. Again, your pleasure is his focus. He’s making sure you cum first.
If you’re more dominant, he’s obviously going to do whatever you want. The body worship is turned up to 100. If he can speak and you let him, it’s a never ending stream of compliments and praise.
I think he’d really hope you want to edge him. Make him really give you a birthday gift before he can cum himself. He’d beg, oh he’s really going to beg. But he’ll be good for you and wait.
He will want to make sure you are completely satisfied before ending the night. Making sure that he made you cum enough times, did enough for you to satiate your needs.
Parker B-day Sex
For birthday sex, Parker is going all out. There’s candles for ambience, rose petals on the bed, and he’s on top of the bed as well. Before you went to the bedroom he made sure to prepare himself for your entrance. He’s fully naked, with only a pillow covering his groin area. The man is giving you the hungriest gaze you’ve ever seen.
If you’re submissive, that man is pouncing on you as soon as you take in the sight of him. Staking his claim by attacking the sweet spots on your neck with his teeth and tongue. Clothes are gone as soon as possible, and his mouth is all over you. He’s lavishing you with praise, but he’s definitely being a huge tease. Edging you as he coos out how much he desires you. Bringing you so close to the brink, then ripping it away over and over. When he finally lets you cum, he’s not stopping. You will be finishing multiple times and he will see to it. Gotta give you a really good gift, right?
When he fucks you, his goal is to leave you dumb and boneless. He wants you screaming when you cum around him.
If you’re more dominant, he’s on his knees immediately. Practically begging for you to do as you please with him. He will accept literally anything you want, the man is kind of insane for you. When you let him, his hands are all over you. Telling you how badly he needs you, how badly he wishes to please you. Even if you let him cum, he will be edging himself. Feeling as if he doesn’t deserve to cum until you’re fully satisfied. Eventually he’ll be begging to be fucked or to fuck you.
He’s insatiable, making the most pathetic whines and moans you’ve ever heard. Constantly thanking you for doing as you wish to him, hoping he’s been good enough for you.
Diceplay B-day Sex
Before joining the men in the bedroom, Parker somehow convinces Chance to get wrapped up in ribbons. Making them the final gifts you need to unwrap. Seeing them with only bright red ribbon on definitely short circuits your brain. Should you laugh because of how cheesy it is, or fall to your knees? Cause fuck, they look hot.
If you’re submissive, good luck. You are not leaving the bedroom unscathed. Parker will tease and tease, and Chance will provide. Leaving you sandwiched between the sexiest hell and heaven you could imagine. The two are going to be forcing you to cum over and over. They need to make sure you’re satisfied. It is your birthday afterall. You will be an overstimulated mess by the time it’s over, and even then, it’s not over. Chance will have his face buried between your legs while Parker fondles every part of your body he can grab. If you even think about whining they’ll tease you, cooing about how you don’t appreciate your final birthday gift.
The two are fucking you in your favorite positions. They’ll take turns, then take you together. For supposedly needing to unwrap them, you find yourself wrapped up with them more and more. As they fuck you, they’re praising you. Talking about how well you take them, how they know you can handle so much more.
If you’re dominant, they are at your beck and call. Hanging on every word out of your mouth, hoping to have a chance at making you feel amazing. Parker would love it if you were a little mean, making him sit on the sidelines and watch as you go at it with only Chance. Allowing Chance to lavish you with attention, leaving Parker desperate to have you. Eventually you’d let him, after you have your fun with Chance. The man is practically panting to please you, specifically to have his face between your thighs to give you the most deliciously sloppy head. When he dives in, he’s fully going on. Wanting you to cum for him as much as possible. Afterwards, you’ll fuck Chance or let him fuck you.
Parker is allowed back in, but he isn’t able to touch you just yet. Now, it’s your turn to watch your gifts go at it for a little. Making Parker please Chance so the other man becomes an overstimulated mess.
When you have your fill, is when Parker gets his turn with you. You’ll let him have his wish of pleasing you. Making him make you cum multiple times. It’s a back and forth between the two of them till the end of the night when you let both of them have you at once. They’re making sure they thank you for the opportunity, showering you with praise and adoration till all of you are physically exhausted.
synop: After your sensual night, all of you can't stop thinking about each other.
Chance and Parker confront their sexual interest head-on during their showers.
You on the other hand, avoid it as much as possible.
a/n: This is a smutty one. No minors!!! I think I'm just obsessed with diceplay atm.
“Hey.” A soft voice spoke to you as you slept.
“Hey.” This time it was slightly louder, accompanied by a small push.
Nuzzling against something soft and warm, you hummed with content. This was really nice.
Jostling your body, the voice whined your name.
Groaning, you rubbed your eyes. Blinking awake your eyes connected with Chance’s.
“Morning.” You said softly.
“Morning.” He looked at your arms surrounding his body. “Could you let me go, please? I wanna go for a jog before we head out.”
Your face bloomed red as you realized you had been clinging to him like a koala in your sleep. Pulling away, you gave him an apologetic look.
“S-sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” Chance cupped your cheek, softly rubbing his thumb along it. “It felt nice.”
He quickly pecked your lips, then straightened up. Before you could process the action, he was already out of the tent. A spark lingered on your lips as you watched his silhouette through the tent.
With your eyes still wide, you looked around the tent. Beside you, Parker was snoring. His hair mussed up with bed head, a trail of drool pooled on his pillow. Smiling to yourself, you let out an airy laugh. Gosh, he was cute.
Cute… the memories of the previous night hit you in the gut. Sweat prickled on your forehead at the thought. Though it was just the two of you in the space, you were suddenly feeling very claustrophobic.
Grabbing your bag, you exited the tent. Even though the sun was still rising, it was already hot. Thick humidity turned the air soupy as you walked through the grounds. Taking in the sights around you, you watched as other camps woke up. Whirring insects made up the symphony of your morning routine.
You set yourself up in the shared bathroom. Hoping you could distract yourself. It was to no avail.
As you readied yourself for the day, you thought about the events of the previous night. Touching your lips lightly, you felt the ghost Chance and Parker’s kisses. It was an unexpected turn. At this point, you weren’t exactly sure as to how you felt about it.
On one hand it was a confirmation that they were at least attracted to you. On the other hand, people don’t kiss like that. Not when they’re only attracted to you. No, there was more to it.
Even if you tried to push away the truth you knew what those kisses felt like. Hungry. Desperate. You were sure that’s how yours felt too. Why did you stop it then?
Biting your lip, you shut your eyes. Fingers gripped the bathroom countertop in front of you. Through your teeth you let out a long breath, the sound echoing through the space. Frustrated noises surrounded you as they bounced off the walls. There was a tightness in your chest. Your mind continued to race… Why? Why? Why? WHY DID YOU STOP IT?
“Because I’m scared.” In a wavering voice, you admitted that to yourself.
If you didn’t stop it. Things could have been ruined. You shook your head, growing more frustrated. But if you kept going, who knows what would happen?
“Exactly! I don’t know.” Your hands curled into your hair as you held your head. “I can’t stand the unknown. It’s too… risky.” You will get hurt regardless of what happens.
You let out a shaky breath, feeling tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Looking up you saw your visage in the mirror. Eyes ringed with red as tears pooled at the edge. Some slipped out, trailing down your cheeks slowly. As you took in labored breaths, you couldn’t stop staring at yourself. It felt like you weren’t what you were seeing. That’s right, distance yourself from whatever the fuck is twisting inside you. You can pretend your way out of this. That’s what you’ve always done.
Placing a hand against the wall, you slumped over. Watching as your tears dropped into the sink below. Your tears.
Suddenly, you snapped out of it. Returning to look at yourself in the mirror, you wiped away the remaining liquid from your eyes. Sniffling, you stood straight. Keeping eye contact with yourself the entire time. Stop hiding.
“I can’t.” You spoke to yourself quietly.
“Can’t what?” The appearance of a new voice had you jolting.
Beside you stood a little girl, no older than six. She reached over the counter on her tiptoes, somehow managing to reach the soap dispenser on her own. Though she couldn’t reach the button to turn on the sink. Pressing it down, she gave you a nod of acknowledgement.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” You said back. Nice, she knows her “p’s and q’s”.
“Are you sad?” She asked.
The blunt curiosity of children was certainly something else. Though you supposed that “tact” wasn’t necessarily in a six-year-old’s vocabulary.
“No, I’m good.” You gave her a soft smile, one she returned.
Letting out an amused huff you spotted two missing teeth.
“Bet you got some good funds from the tooth fairy.” You joked, happy to have a distraction.
“I have!” Her grin grew wider. “She gave me…” The girl counted on her fingers. “Twenty-five dollars!”
Your jaw dropped at the number.
“Guess inflation really hit everyone, huh?” You joked.
“What?” She cocked her head.
“It’s nothing. An adult joke.” You said, then realized how bad that sounded. “A joke that adults would understand.”
“Ooh. Okay.”
After a moment, it dawned on you that this child was unaccompanied. Looking around the bathroom you tried to see if anyone else was inside. Checking under the stalls, you realized she was alone. Sighing, you knew what you had to do.
“Hey, um, where are your parents?” You asked.
“At our camp home.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“Do they know you came to the bathroom?” Oof, that sounded a bit creepy.
“No.” Of course they don’t.
“Here, let’s get you back to your camp. Do you know what direction you came from?”
“I know the number!” She put up two numbers on her fingers.
“Is that a fifteen or six?” You asked.
“Fifteen. Gosh, you’re kinda slow.” That had your eyes widening.
“Who the f-” You paused, composing yourself. “Who taught you that phrase?”
“My dad. He says slow people are-” You cut her off from finishing that sentence.
“Your dad sounds lovely.” You grumbled. “You probably shouldn’t say that kind of stuff around strangers.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Now, let’s get you back to camp fifteen.” You motioned for her to follow you out of the bathroom.
A quick lap around the camp had you stopping at the site. A giant camper stood in the spot. Sitting smoking a cigarette was a blonde woman. When she saw you approach, she perked up.
“There you are, Lindsay. Where did you run off to?” Eesh, mother of the year.
The woman stubbed out the cigarette under her foot, then approached you.
“I went potty. This person said I should go back to my camp.”
The woman eyed you suspiciously.
“S-sorry… she was just alone. I thought maybe she was lost.” You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, hoping that this interaction would end quickly.
“I see. Thanks.” She said in a monotone voice.
“Don’t mention it.” You shot awkward finger guns, then turned on your heel.
From a distance you heard the little girl mention the phrase “adult joke.” Cringing inwardly, you quickened your pace back to the bathroom.
Thankfully all of your stuff was still in the building. Shaking yourself off, you calmed your racing mind. Perhaps the odd interaction was good for you. It left you more concerned over what her parent thought rather than keeping you occupied with thoughts of the men. A win is a win, you supposed.
When you finished up, you made your way back to the tent. Parker was chilling in one of the lawn chairs. When he saw you approach he gave you a bright smile.
“Where’d you run off to? I missed you.” He teased.
“I was getting ready. Instead of sleeping away the day.” You teased back as you placed your bag in the trunk of the truck.
“Sleeping away the day huh? I’ll have you know, it’s six am!” He looked at the nonexistent watch on his wrist.
Checking your phone, you realized he was right.
“I guess you are a well-functioning member of society.” You conceded, joining him in a lawn chair.
From behind, you heard the sound of jogging and heavy breathing. Pulling up to you, Chance stopped. Leaning over he took in deep breaths, puffing them out. He was soaked in sweat after his jog. Somehow, that didn’t make him any less attractive.
“Need a shower, big man?” Parker asked, hopping out of his seat.
“Fuck yes.” He panted out. “It’s so fucking hot out.” He wiped off sweat from his head.
“Coolio, I’ll join you!”
“Join me?” Chance’s face grew red, and it wasn’t from the workout.
“Yeah. Like I’ll take shower in a different stall.” Parker raised a brow, then smirked. “Oh! Did you want to shower in the same stall?” He teased.
“I didn’t say I wanted to. That’s what I thought you were implying.” Chance wouldn’t fall for that one.
“Hmm, I wouldn’t be opposed…” Parker bit his lip, eyeing Chance up and down. Waggling his brows he leaned toward the man.
“Whatever, man.” Chance rolled his eyes, then made his way to the tent.
“Aww, you’re no fun.” Parker pouted, following him to grab his own stuff.
When they were prepped, Parker waved goodbye.
“You guys leaving me alone?” You asked nervously, eyeing the direction that the girl was staying at.
“Uh, yeah?” Parker raised a questioning brow. “Something happen?”
“A parent at this camp may be under the impression that I’m a child groomer.” You said.
Chance and Parker glanced at each other, then chuckled.
“You know what? I don’t even need context for that. Toodaloo!” Parker wiggled his fingers as he and Chance made their way to the showers.
“If I’m in handcuffs, falsely accused, I’m blaming you two!” You shouted after them.
“I’ll cover your bail, sweetheart!” Chance teased back.
Leaning over the back of the chair, you sighed. Watching the two of them walk off, you wondered what was really going to transpire in the shower. No, you shouldn’t think of that. Shaking your head, you turned back around. Looking down at the fire pit, you decided to make yourself some coffee. Surely that’s what you needed. It was probably your tired state that had your mind wandering so much. Yeah, that’s what it was.
In the showers, Chance and Parker occupied separate stalls. Much to Parker’s dismay. After last night he was hoping he could get something out of at least one of you. Chance seemed like he had been the most into the activities, so he thought maybe he could get his friend onboard with him. Alas, Chance decided to go solo. Still, that didn’t mean Parker couldn’t bring it up.
“So, Chance…” Parker trailed as he lathered himself up with bar soap.
“Yes, Parker?” Chance could already feel his body temperature rise. He knew exactly where this was going.
“What did you think of last night? Any suggestions on my kissing techniques?” Parker asked, smirking to himself.
Chance could picture the cheeky grin that was plastered on his friend's face. Of course Parker would want to tease him about this. Fine, he could play this game too.
“You could use less tongue.” Chance said, biting his own tongue to hold back a laugh.
“L-less tongue?” Parker was taken aback at how quickly the other man answered.
“Yeah. Kinda felt like you were trying to shove it down the back of my throat.” Again, Chance held back a laugh.
“W-well I think you could’ve used more!” Parker shot back, red in the face.
“I thought you wanted my opinion on your technique?” Chance spoke lowly.
“I do! But you came out of the gate on the negatives!”
“You asked for suggestions. If you wanted a full review you should’ve said that.”
“Fine! I would like a review. The good and the bad.” Parker puffed his chest out.
“If you say so…” Chance trailed, recalling the events of the previous night.
He couldn’t deny, kissing Parker was nice. It might have been a bit of a lie telling Parker he used too much tongue. When he got a taste of the man, fuck, he needed more.
“I was exaggerating about the tongue.” Chance admitted. “You’re pretty good with it.” He felt his face flush.
“Is that so?” Parker chuckled. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Yeah?” Chance’s voice was growing strained.
“Yeah.” Parker said lowly.
Both could feel their heart rates picking up. Parker held a hand to his chest, feeling the muscle beneath his skin racing. Pounding that only increased with each recalled memory of the previous night.
“Would you want to do it again?” Parker asked, crossing his fingers with hope.
Leaning his hand against the shower wall, Chance wondered how honestly he should answer. They already kissed, but what else would progress if they continued to get physical with each other? Did that even matter? He wanted more, NEEDED more. All of this questioning was just holding him back from what he craved. So what really was the point of stopping himself?
It was clear that Parker at the very least wanted to continue. Both of them had tried to keep going last night. In the end, it was you that had stopped things from progressing any further. Truly, you were the hurdle that they would have to get over. He knew that Parker wanted him too. So why was Chance becoming so nervous about responding?
“Yes.” Chance admitted, then immediately regretted it.
What the fuck would he do if Parker ultimately didn’t want him? This could easily be just one of the many ways the man enjoyed fucking with him. He could just say it was a joke, and Chance would be none the wiser.
“I do too.” Parker said softly. He could just barely be heard over the sound of the running showers.
“Y-you do?” Chance felt a rush of heat move through him.
“Yes, Chance. Of course I do.” Parker was also trapped in his thoughts.
He too wondered how well this confession would truly go. You were barely into your month-long trip, and he could easily fuck everything up. Reveal things too quickly, forcing both you and Chance to pull away from him. This damn fear of ruining your friendship was truly holding you all back from just fucking admiting everything. To do that was to be vulnerable, to do that was the most frightening thing imaginable. For now, Parker could rely on the facade of mutual attraction. Yeah, just a want to be “friends with benefits.” Nothing else. He just had hot friends. That’s all.
The thought alone crushed his heart. However, that was a pain he was willing to accept if that meant even gaining a taste of you and Chance.
“You’re really hot, Chance. I mean, how can you expect a guy to not want to get with you…” Parker trailed, looking down sadly. This is how it has to be.
Chance’s brow furrowed. He had known Parker long enough now. He was holding something back. However, he had a feeling it was something they were equally hiding away. So be it, he would also accept the hurt. Just for a taste, only for a taste.
“When you say get with…” Chance gulped hard. “What do you mean?” His voice slightly wavered.
“It’s not rocket science, Chance. C’mon…” For some reason, Parker couldn’t even say it himself.
Pulling the shower curtain to the side, Chance peeked out.
“Parker, do you want to fuck me?”
With a shaky hand, Parker reached for the shower curtain. Peeking his head out, he caught Chance’s gaze. Heart jolting as the man gave him that dark, hungry stare.
“If I said yes, what would that mean? For us?” Parker looked down, shuffling awkwardly.
“It would mean we mutually want to have sex with each other.” Chance gave him a smirk that had Parker shivering.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Let’s finish up, yeah?” Chance returned to the shower.
Looking down, he held back a groan. After that conversation, he was rock hard. Though, he wasn’t alone in his predicament. Parker was also extremely turned on.
Gripping his cock, Parker held back a groan. Looking up in the direction of Chance’s shower, he wondered…
“Do you think they want to have sex with us?” Parker broke the thick silence that had permeated in the area.
His question had Chance’s eyes widening. He remembered how you were last night. Moaning against his kiss. Whining when he and Parker went for your neck. So sensitive…
“I do.” Chance answered.
“M-me too.” Parker had begun stroking himself. Also thinking about you last night.
Realizing what was happening, Chance chuckled darkly. The sound shot straight to Parker’s cock. Biting his tongue he held back a whine threatening to escape him.
“Parker?” Chance reached for his own cock, gripping himself tightly with a groan.
“Y-yes?” Parker had paused his stroking, waiting for Chance.
“Are you touching yourself?” The low timbre of his voice had Parker shivering again.
He nodded, then realized Chance couldn’t see him.
“Yeah. I am.”
Looking down at his cock, Chance came up with an idea.
“Wanna play a game?”
“W-what kind of game?” Parker gulped. He was buzzing, extremely excited to see where Chance was taking this.
“Whoever cums first owes the other a blowjob.”
“Uh, okay…” Parker could care less who won with those stakes. However, he was a fan of winning games. At least he was going to try.
“I’m not done.” Chance’s voice remained low. “We have to confess things to each other.”
“L-like what?” Oh, Parker was certainly not going to last.
“Things about each other, about…” He said your name lowly. “And no cop outs.”
“Understood. Who’s first?” Parker gulped, hand at the ready.
“I can go first, since it’s my idea.” Chance started pumping his fist. “My first wet dream was about them.” Chance confessed.
“Y-you’re not alone there.” Parker admitted.
“C’mon Parker, you can’t just steal mine.” Chance let out a huff as he continued to move his hand up and down his length. Thumb teasing under the head of his cock, making him hiss.
“F-fine.” Parker let out a whine, doubling over himself to try to stay standing. “I’ve stolen underwear from both of you.” Parker admitted, his face turning red. Whether it was from the situation he was in, or the confession, he didn’t know. Not like it really mattered. Not when Chance couldn’t even see him.
“I was wondering who was doing that.” Chance chuckled. “I hope you put them to good use.” He teased.
“It’s your turn… asshole.” Parker huffed, then moaned. Already he could feel his balls tightening with the need to release.
“I’ve touched myself while wearing your sweaters.” Chance decided to stay on-theme. He fisted his cock faster, watching as beads of precum dribbled down his length.
“F-fuck.” Parker whined. “I’ve had to run off to masturbate during some of our hangouts.” He spat out.
“R-really?”
“Yes really! You guys really can be the worst with your teasing.” Parker whined again.
“Fuck.” Chance breathed out, feeling his cock twitch at the sound. “I thought you guys looked really hot in your cosplays last year. Like, it took a lot to not just fold right then and there.” Chance recalled you and Parker’s couple’s cosplay when you went to C2E2.
“I think it’s really hot when you do villain monologues.” Parker said. Both of them, damn nerds.
“I’ve written out sex scenes between your G&G characters.”
“Wait,” Parker paused, “you have?”
“Yeah…” Chance trailed.
“You have to show me them sometime.” Parker started stroking himself again.
Chance could feel his impending orgasm on the horizon. Based on how ragged Parker was sounding, it wouldn’t be much longer for his friend.
“I really want you to watch you fuck them.” Parker confessed, whining out your name.
That had Chance almost cumming.
“Y-you want to be cucked?”
“Uh, yeah.” Parker was shaking as he held back his orgasm. “It’s your turn, Chance.” There was no way Parker was going to make it through this.
“I think they have a great ass. Like, I really wanna take em’ from behind…” Chance groaned as he thought about you.
“Y-yeah they do have a sweet ass.” Parker pictured said part of your body and shivered. Then he thought of Chance fucking you from behind.
“I really want us to take them at the same time.” Parker said, he knew he was going to be done for.
“F-fuck really?” Chance pictured you sandwiched between them. A moaning writhing mess as they both filled you up. Oh, he definitely wanted that.
Knowing that Parker was close, Chance decided to throw out his trump card.
“I really want you to ride me.”
Yup, that did him in. From the other stall, Chance could hear Parker stutter out a moan. Parker slammed a hand on the shower wall as his cock spurted out hot ropes onto the shower floor. He groaned at the feeling of one of the hardest orgasms he had ever experienced.
Chance followed behind him. Letting out a low groan as he came. The little sounds coming from Parker’s stall had his dick twitching. Shutting his eyes tightly, he let the pleasure course through his body, forcing out ropes of cum.
Afterwards the two finished showering in silence. Surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward. Moreso, thoughtful. Both of their minds raced after the activity they had just completed together.
When they exited the shower, the two stood staring at each other for a while. Both were dripping wet with towels wrapped around their waists. Red dusted their cheeks.
Taking the initiative, Chance moved toward Parker. Cupping his face, he pulled him into a deep kiss. A surprised sound turned into a moan as Parker returned the kiss. Soon, it became sloppy. Tongues tangling together as they groaned. With a hand to his chest, Parker stopped Chance.
“We should probably finish up.” His chest was heaving. “Don’t want to leave our friend waiting for too long.”
“R-right.” Chance said.
Before fully pulling away, he pressed a soft kiss to Parker’s lips.
When the two finally returned to camp, you gave them a suspicious look. As your gaze darted between them, you spotted the blush on their cheeks. How interesting…
“You guys sure took your time.” You said pointedly.
“And you weren’t arrested! It’s a miracle.” Parker tried to deflect with a joke. You weren’t going to let that slide.
“So, what kept you so busy?”
“The showers took a bit to heat up.” Chance lied, heat rushing to his cheeks.
“Chance, you should know me by now.” You stood up from your seat, walking to the picnic table. Grabbing a mug, you poured him some of your freshly made coffee. When you handed it to him, you leaned toward his ear and whispered. “I know when you’re fucking lying to me.” Pulling back, you gave a satisfied smirk. Catching the darkening red on his cheeks.
“Whatever it was had to be embarrassing if you won’t just spit it out.” You looked at Parker, giving him an opportunity to speak.
He didn’t take it. Instead, remaining tightlipped and wide eyed. The man looked to Chance for the next steps.
“What? Were you guys jerking each other off or somethin’?” You took a sip of your coffee, your teasing smirk visible over the lip of the mug.
“Not exactly?” Chance rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
Both your expression and jaw dropped at the slight confession. Blinking slowly, you looked between them.
“You guys did not…” The thought had your face flushing. Shaking off your flustered state, you decided to move on. “You know what? I don’t need to know anything else. Hope you two had fun, I guess.” You moved to sit back down, facing away from them.
A cheeky grin grew on Parker’s face. Sidling next to you, he spoke lowly.
“Are you jealous? Feeling a bit of FOMO?” He giggled as red bloomed on your cheeks.
“W-what? No! I’m just flustered cause you guys just admitted to mutually masturbating!” You clamped your mouth shut, realizing how loud you just were.
Cackling broke the awkward silence. Parker wiped away a tear as he laughed at your expense.
“You really do have a way with words.” He teased, nudging you in the ribs.
“Do you have anything to add?” You motioned to Chance, who had been relatively quiet at this point.
“Uh. Nope!” Stiffly, he set his coffee down. “I’m gonna tear down the camp.”
“Urgh! You do not get to avoid this, asshole.” You stomped up to him.
“If you’re going to be over here, help me out.” He said nonchalantly.
“You’re just going to ignore the conversation?” Crossing your arms, you let out a frustrated huff.
“That’s exactly what I’m doing. Now, pull out the stakes for me.” He motioned for you to move along.
Rolling your eyes, you let out another huff. Though, you still helped him tear down the tent. A significantly easier process than putting it up.
“There!” You dusted your hands when you were finished. “Now, back to-” You were stopped with a finger to your lips.
Chance leaned toward you, eyes dark.
“No. The conversation is done.” He said lowly.
“Yes sir!” Parker said, feeling as flustered as you were.
Rolling his eyes, Chance packed up the rest of your belongings in the trunk of the truck. For a moment you didn’t move, as if you were stuck in a daze. What the fuck happened to get the two of them so confident? Mutual masturbation… Your mind wandered.
Shaking the thoughts from your head, you joined your friends in the car. Taking up your spot in the front seat, you eyed Chance. Looking over at you, he raised a brow.
“Everything alright?” He asked, starting up the truck.
“Yeah. Everything’s great.”
“It sure is!” Parker joined in, looping an arm around your neck. “We’re going to the zoo!”
Oh yeah, that’s right. The road trip continues.
Your next destination was the Omaha Zoo. Approximately two-hours away. Two hours felt like a lifetime now that you were stuck with your friends. Especially considering there would only be cattle and cornfields to look at as you drove out of Iowa. Eyeing Parker, you spotted that teasing glint in his eyes. One that screamed trouble for you.
Perhaps you could use the time to take a nap. Yeah, two hours of sleep would do you some good. Leaning against the window, your eyes fluttered shut. A warm hand on your thigh had you jolting up. Following the appendage, you saw that it was connected to Chance. A smirk was on his face as he spotted you watching him from the corner of his eye. His thumb traced around your thigh, sending a shiver through your body. Licking your lips nervously, you decided to just ignore it.
Leaning back against the window, you clamped your eyes shut. Closing your eyes made it worse. Emphasizing the feeling of his hand on you. His hand was close to an area you really wanted him to go… Grumbling to yourself, you pushed the thoughts away. No! You were going to take a nap.
“Everything okay?” He chuckled at the repetitiveness of the question.
“Yes. Perfectly fine, thank you.” You continued to face away from him.
“If you say so.” His voice held a teasing lilt to it.
For the next hour and a half you attempted to fall asleep, but the man wouldn’t stop. Leaving his hand burning against your thigh. Occasionally stroking over the muscle softly, sending shivers through your body. There was no way in hell you could fall asleep in these conditions. When you tried to shut your eyes, all you could think about was what else that hand could be doing to you.
As you struggled internally, Chance was extremely amused. You could have easily pushed his hand away by now. Yet, you hadn’t. Almost as if you liked it.
Giving your thigh a squeeze, Chance had you jolting up. Turning to him wide eyed, you saw him glance at you then back at the road.
“Can’t sleep?” He asked.
“You woke me up.” You lied.
“Is that so?” He hummed with amusement. “What was that thing you told me earlier?”
“I dunno?” You squeaked out.
“I know when you’re fucking lying to me.” He spoke lowly. “So, care to share what’s on your mind?”
Parker leaned in between the two of you, shoulder on your seat as he peered over at you curiously.
“Yeah, what’s on your mind?” Parker purred your name.
“Just that I wanted to get some more rest before another fun day!” You felt a sheen of sweat on your forehead.
“You sure you aren’t thinking about us?” Parker asked.
“Why would I be thinking about you?” You furrowed your brow, attempting to look intimidating. It wasn’t working.
“I dunno, maybe because you made Chance and I make out last night. Then you made out with us?” He leaned toward you.
“That was just to get you guys to make up.” You faced away from him and muttered. “Plus, it seems like you two really made up…”
“What was that?” Parker teased.
“Nothing!”
“Didn’t sound like nothing.”
“It’s Nunya.” You crossed your arms. “Nunya business.” You stuck your tongue out at him.
“Nice one.” Chance chuckled patronizingly.
“What is with you two?” You decided to just confront whatever this was head on.
“What ever could you mean?” Parker asked, eyes glimmering mischievously.
“I mean, you guys have been teasing me since last night!” You felt your breathing grow labored.
“Teasing?” Parker looked at Chance. “Have we been teasing them, Chance?”
“Hmmm, I don’t think so.” Chance tapped his chin with a smirk.
“See, no teasing here.”
“Fuck you.” You growled through clenched teeth.
“I mean, if you insist.” Parker leaned toward you.
“T-that’s not what I meant, and you know it!” Your face was bright red.
“It’s not?” He looked down at Chance’s hand still on your thigh. “We could test that out.” Parker purred against your ear before nipping at it.
“P-parker…” You breathed out, eyes wide.
Slowly, Chance slid his hand up your thigh. The action made your eyes widen even more. Parker’s grin grew as he watched you get more and more flustered.
“Yeah, I wonder what Chance would feel if he just kept…” Parker eyed as Chance’s hand continued to crawl up your thigh.
Looking through the windshield, you saw your saving grace. The tall glass structure of the Desert Dome, a beacon of hope. Oh how you were happy to see it!
“Oh! Would you look at that! There’s the zoo!” You shoved them off of you, curling up against the door.
“I guess so.” Chance glanced at Parker, then you.
When you parked, Parker hopped out of the truck. You tried to follow him quickly, but were stopped by a strong grip on your arm. Ripping you back, Chance pulled you to face him. Nose to nose, you gasped. He smirked as he felt your breath fan over his face.
“This conversation isn’t over.” He purred, lips brushing against yours.
“What conversation?” You asked, trying to maintain your composure.
“Don’t try to be coy with me. It’s not a good look on you.” Chance spoke lowly.
“I’m not trying to be anything, Chance.” You said, eyes narrowing. “Let me go.”
“We will continue this.” He commanded, voice shooting straight to your core. “Stop denying yourself.”
With that, he released your arm. Leaving you with the light touch of his lips against yours.
OK SO idk if ur the type to make hcs or fluff but PLEASE maybe some more dad! Chance or dad Parker!!!! OR OR hear me out... Tabletopreader parenting (I need myself some domestic chance/Parker)
I love doing parent headcanons so much! Thank you for the request!
Chance/Parker/Diceplay Parenting Headcanons
Chance
As I’ve written in my previous fic, I wholeheartedly believe that Chance is a Girl Dad™.
He just gives off those vibes so bad. Don’t get me wrong, he would love a son just as equally.
He would be so so good with kids.
Before becoming a father, he is doing so much research. I think he’d definitely be a bit paranoid that he wouldn’t be good enough, so he’d overcompensate by diving into learning everything he could about parenthood. I believe his job as a psychologist is mostly with adults, so he’s turning to his pediatric colleagues for advice. They would see his clear enthusiasm as a sign that he’s going to make a great parent, but that obviously would not be enough for Chance. The man is coming home with research papers on the latest parenting techniques.
As soon as the kid is in his arms though, all of that information flies out of his mind. Parenting comes naturally to him, he had nothing to worry about. He’s one of those people whose love for their kid arrives immediately. Like he had found a missing piece that he’s been searching for. Whether they’re biologically his or not doesn’t matter, he’s accepting the position of father.
Naming wise, I see a lot of people headcanon that Chance goes for unique fantasy-esque names, but I think he’d know better than that. Would he love to name his daughter Eowyn? Absolutely. Does he also know that realistically could have his kid bullied? Yes. I think he’d work with you to find unique names that won’t end up with your kid becoming their school pariah.
Chance is a sucker for his kids, but he doesn’t always bend to their will. He knows when discipline is necessary. He’s never harsh with punishment though, with his job he’s an expert with gentle parenting techniques. Those kids are very well behaved, and have phenomenal emotional regulation skills. That being said, if his kid is really wanting to grab ice cream on the way home… What? He couldn’t say no to those puppy dog eyes. It doesn’t help that the kids 100% learned that trick from him. Watching their other parent fold as soon as Chance pulls that sweet look on his face, yeah they’re using that one for themselves.
“What have we created?” Chance asks as you have once again allowed your kids to have their way.
“We created?” You question. “Oh no, you do not get to pin that on me! They learned their little tricks from you, Chance.”
As an avid fantasy lover, Chance is definitely sharing that passion with his children. Bedtime stories are often filled with dragons and fairies from faraway lands. Eventually he tries to introduce them to tabletop gaming. I don’t know if he could necessarily convince his kids to be interested in that, but he’ll certainly try. If they are involved in tabletop RPG’s those kids are learning how to be amazing game masters. Learned it from the best, obviously.
Even if his kids aren’t into the same things as himself, Chance is going to passionately learn about their interests. He knows all too well how it feels to not be listened to, and he doesn’t want his kid to feel as if their parent isn’t involved in their life. As soon as Chance figures out what his kids like, he’s doing his research. Sure, he might not be the biggest fan of football. However, if his kid is a huge fan, he’s on the sidelines cheering on his kid at every game, he’s trying to snag season tickets to take them to every local professional/collegiate game he can. He’ll learn sports stats, listen to his kid jabber on and on about the best plays of the season, he’ll do EVERYTHING to make his kid feel heard. Hell, he might feel compelled to join his work’s fantasy league. What’s important to Chance is passion, and he wants to make sure that flame stays lit.
Outside of interests, Chance is just a caring father in general. Always checking in, making sure things are alright in his kid’s lives. At the first sign of something going wrong, he’s swooping in. Now, there are times where he tends to be a bit too “clinical”, but it’s something his kids pick up fairly quickly. When he recognizes it, Chance knows when to pull back and just listen to them. Whenever his kids open up to him, Chance always makes sure to thank them for sharing with him. He never wants them to feel like they have something to hide.
Since the kids are pretty well-adjusted, there’s a bit of a disparity between themselves and their peers. They’ll hear about friends rebelling, and not understand the need to do so.
“Wait, you’ve never snuck out?” One of their friends asks.
“No? I’ve never had to?” Your kid questions, confused.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, I can just ask my parents. They normally let me go out if I just tell them what I’m doing.”
“Rebellious phases” are very short lived in your house. Catch your kid drinking? You and Chance are able to sit them down and have a good heart-to-heart on why it was wrong of them. When you live in a house with reliable parents, there’s not much your kid feels like they have to hide.
This open-door policy makes it so your home is the go-to hangout spot for your kids and their friends. You and Chance become pseudo-second parents for a lot of your kids’ friends. The grocery bill grows slightly larger when you find over five people at your dinner table on a semi-regular basis. Knowing how big Chance’s heart is, he couldn’t turn them away. Thankfully he has a well-paying job.
You and Chance’s relationship grows even closer after you have kids. He is always checking in with you. Wanting to be the best parent he can possibly be, he’s constantly asking about areas of improvement. You tell him he’s doing wonderfully, but he does want valid criticism if you have any. He’ll regale the latest tales from his parenting adventures, and wants to hear yours. When he’s in a rut, he always turns to you for the next steps, and hopes that you come to him as well. Seeing you interact with your children makes his heart soar, and might make him want to have more with you.
Overall, Chance is just an extremely caring father. Always doing his best to make sure his kids are okay. He’ll do everything in his power to keep his family healthy and happy.
Parker
Parker is Boy Dad™ to me. Again, it’s the vibes. I don’t really know how to explain it, that’s just how it is. However, I think he’d just be into being a father in general.
At first, I think Parker would be a bit concerned about being a parent. Sure, the excitement is 100% there, but he’s nervous as hell. He knows he can come off as a “bit too much”, and is afraid that will translate into how he parents. While he’s waiting to officially become a parent the man is jumping back and forth between extreme excitement and nerves. Having you there to soothe him certainly helps though. He’ll definitely need the reassurance.
Once the kid is here, I don’t think the nerves fully go away. He’s definitely a bit more self-assured, but will still need your comforting words in his ear.
He will need help with child-rearing, as he has no clue how things are supposed to go. Once he knows what needs to be done though, he’s an absolute ace at taking care of the kids. As if it’s a sixth sense, he knows exactly what each coo and cry means. It’s extremely impressive how fast he picks up on your kid’s needs. The sixth sense goes past the baby-phase too. When your kid can’t tell you what’s wrong, Parker has got it all figured out. Yeah, the tantrum had nothing to do about not getting a toy. They’re just tired and need an earlier afternoon nap.
Obviously Parker is all about play-time. Whether it be board games or those of imagination, Parker loves to play with the kids. Don’t be surprised to find him at a tea party surrounded by stuffed animals actively participating. Pinky-up and all.
“Misses Butterscotch, your petunias are looking absolutely divine, you must tell me your secret.” Parker says, taking a fake sip of tea from a bright pink teacup.
“I use butterfly poop!” Your daughter says in a poor British accent, shuffling around a bright yellow teddy bear.
“Butterfly poop! Marvelous! I should’ve known!” Parker places his hand on his chest, letting out a guffaw.
When it comes to board games, Parker is a beast. He will not forfeit a game. Even if your kid is just barely old enough to play, they’re learning about handling crushing defeat. Parker will not budge on this stance. Your kid is going to learn how to win fair-and-square, he will never give up just to appease their spirits. It feels almost like cheating to just let them win.
When his kids finally do beat him at a board game, the man is beaming with pride. Almost crying, really. He uses the moment to encourage them to keep trying. While he can come off as a bit of a sore-loser at times, he’ll still accept defeat.
Since Parker’s job is umpiring, he’s obviously going to encourage his kid to join sports. Specifically baseball, but he’s excited for any athletic activity his kid participates in. From gymnastics to clay pigeon shooting, he’s just excited for them to be a part of something with rules that they enjoy. He’ll be the most enthusiastic sports spectator at their events. Cheering from the sidelines at whatever type of event it is. If the kid is on a team, he’s donning their colors.
When your kids are younger, he’s definitely coaching their sporting teams. Though, he’s not giving your kid any special treatment. They’re gonna have to play just as hard as the other members on the team. He’s also making sure they practice a lot. While he cares about the enjoyment of the game, he also wants them to win.
Parker is not a very good disciplinarian. Oftentimes, that job is going to be left up to you. However, when you explain how that reflects poorly on your parenting skills, Parker is willing to compromise. Neither of you are harsh on your children, and he recognizes that kids do need proper structure in their lives. While he doesn’t like doing it, he will put the kids in their place when necessary.
He’s not the kind of father that hands out bits of wisdom, but he’s always willing to lend an ear when his kid needs it. When he feels that he can’t handle something on his own, he’ll bring you into the fold. Together you are a dream team. Parker will listen, retell what he’s learned, and you work to find a solution together. Something that definitely eases Parker’s worries when it comes to parenting. Knowing that he has you by his side fills him with tons of confidence, making him feel like he can handle anything.
Obviously, Parker is such a fun dad. He tells absolutely terrible jokes, but will make sure his kids are happy. Seeing his kid’s smile and laugh is one of his favorite things. The first time he’s able to make them giggle, oh, his poor heart. That man is going to cry at the sight.
He might not have the most tact, but he will do his damndest to cheer up his kids when they are down. Does he understand high school relationship drama? Not really. Will he tell the worst knock-knock joke to see his sobbing kid let out even the slightest chuckle? Absolutely.
“I can’t believe Jessica would do that to me!” Your daughter sobs out, curled into herself. “She knew how much I liked Jake, and she still went out with him!”
“Sounds like this Jessica’s a bit of a jerk.” Parker felt himself sweating, he had stepped into a minefield that he had zero knowledge on. “Wanna hear a joke?”
“Ugh, dad. This isn’t the time…” She grumbled with a sniffle.
“Well, did you hear about the idiot going up to people’s houses?” He gave his daughter a bright smile.
“No?”
“Knock-knock?” Parker continued.
“Who’s there?” She eyed her dad suspiciously.
“Jessica!” He waved jazz-hands in the air.
“Oh my god. You’re terrible.” She said, despite letting out a chuckle. “Jessica’s still my best friend.”
“Even though she’s kind of an idiot?” Parker teased, nudging her shoulder.
“Yes, even though she’s kind of an idiot.” His daughter couldn’t help her small smile.
Parenting with Parker can make your relationship rocky at times. He’s certainly unconventional, which can be stressful. However, making it a point to constantly communicate will bring you closer than ever. Seeing how much he clearly cares for your children certainly helps. Even if either of you messes up, you know that together you’ll find a way to fix it. That’s the important thing, working together.
Overall Parker is a fun dad to the extreme. While he will learn when to take things seriously, he’s going to do what he loves. Which is having fun! Raising a family with him will be quite the entertaining spectacle. His parenting style will certainly keep some people on their toes, but since he won’t be alone, he’ll do just fine.
Diceplay
Chance and Parker make wonderful fathers individually, I think having them both be parents together would definitely help them balance each other out.
The two would learn a lot from each other. Parker would help Chance become less high-strung and more free as a parent. Making Chance accept that your kids are going to get bruised and banged up occasionally, and that’s okay. Chance would give more structure to Parker, making sure he understands the importance of keeping things at home in order to benefit your kids' development. Where one struggles, the other picks up the slack so your kids are never without. Then they have you, of course. Filling out their little family wonderfully.
Having Chance would give Parker more opportunities to be a fun parent. I picture them as the perfect outing duo. Parker is the activity planner, and Chance is the planner. Going to the beach? Parker knows the perfect spot to set up camp, the best ice cream joint on the boardwalk, and has the squirtguns ready to go. Chance makes sure you’ve got your sunscreen and aloe vera, knows when the UV index is going to be the highest, and has plenty of healthy snacks packed for your day trip.
“Oh the Double Scoop has those Xtreme Moose Tracks, we’re definitely stopping there!” Parker exclaims, as he shoves a bag full of beach toys in the trunk of your SUV.
“Yeah, yeah that sounds nice.” Chance is looking at his phone. “We should probably go around one then, get us out of the sun for a bit.”
You’re smirking and shaking your head as you listen to your husbands plan out your day without even realizing it.
“What’s funny?” Your kid asks as you buckle them into their car seat.
“Oh nothing, sweetheart. Your dads just being your dads.”
Parker would still make sure that your kids are disciplined, but it would be a major burden off his shoulders to have you and Chance cover most of the emotional labor. Parker would never be one to turn away his kids when they need an ear, but he would have more of an unconventional approach to handling emotional turmoil than you and Chance.
On the other side, Chance would be grateful to have Parker around to be your kids’ playmate. He’s got a pretty stressful job, sometimes he needs time away from people. Parker will gladly take up the role to play with your kids. Or when they’re older, being the one to spend time if they’re needing company with a parent.
Again, both of them will do these tasks. It’s just nice to have someone that has a bit of a more niche expertise in these areas to handle things when life is a bit overwhelming.
The two would absolutely go wild for your kids’ passions. Every band concert, sporting event, and school play they are attending. Depending on what the interest is in would depend on which of them is taking a more active role. Both of them will participate, but sometimes it can be better to have similar interests with your parent.
For some reason, Chance and Parker give me the vibes of people who grew up in the Chicago suburbs. (I have a few friends from the area and they’re super alike to the two, so that’s probably where it comes from.) Because of this, I think that both of them are actually huge baseball fans. Chance morseo because it’s always been a family tradition, Parker just loves the sport itself. If their kid joined a little league, they would be absolutely overjoyed. Even if your kid isn’t playing the sport, a regular summertime family outing is going to see an evening baseball game. Parker of course has all of you donned in your team’s merchandise.
When it comes to education, I think Chance is very much into making sure your kids are well educated. Parker gives the vibes that he’s the kind of person that would’ve struggled in school, but he would understand its importance. I think the two would help each other out in this area. Both of them encourage your child in different ways. Chance would be the one to go to for help with schoolwork, and Parker would make sure your kid isn’t pushing themselves too hard. Both of them perfectly demonstrate the importance of healthy balance. All work and no play, you know?
Game nights are wild at your house. Chance and Parker follow the same ideology of not letting your kids win for the sake of winning. However, Chance will purposely choose easier games at times to make sure your kids have a shot at winning. Sometimes Parker and Chance will get into disagreements on rules. Chance is the more relaxed one when it comes to games, whereas Parker is all about sticking to the book. It can make playing games a bit tense, but in the end, they realize the point is to have fun. Though, Parker will not let cheating slide. Ever.
Parenting with Chance and Parker is both chaotic and a breeze. Even if things feel overwhelming, you know that together you’ll find a way to manage. Having three parents is quite beneficial at times. Feeling like you're in a race, you are able to help each other out by taking over needs that one person might struggle to handle. At the end of the night, you all decompress together in bed. Chatting about life and the kids. Making sure everything is handled, including your own emotional wellbeing.
Both Parker and Chance love your kids deeply, and would give up the world for them. It’s nice to have parents that will balance each other out. Having the two of them shows your kids the importance of both hard work and fun.
Eddie and Volt sandwich this, Curt and Rod sandwich that, while I love them as much as the next guy, HEAR ME OUT.
Chance, Parker, and plus-sized reader sandwich, PARKER IN THE MIDDLE. He CANNOT handle allat and it's the best part. Bonus points if it's a transmasc reader!! >:D
You should not say this to me, anon. I’ve got on here before and talked about how I firmly believe in bottom!Parker with my whole heart. Okay? Especially if you’re a top and Chance is also there
I can just see Parker’s face when he realizes what’s going on and what’s about to happen. He’s literally so oblivious until he notices you and Chance’s hands on him and move around certain areas, maybe one slithering up his shirt or something. And when it finally hits him he’s blushing and stammering like a damn fool
Okay so little bit of a Chance hc tangent. This will be quick don’t worry.
So I imagine that Chance is definitely beefy, okay he’s the whole meat section at the grocery store, right? But he’s also got some meat on all that muscle so he himself is a little chubby. He’s got a healthy little tummy. Something to keep the winter cold away.
That being said, if you’re on testosterone then a natural part is that you also get some muscle too as part of the hormones taking effect. That or maybe you work out idk. But what I’m trying to say is that you both could definitely trap Parker between you and him when you go in the sandwich Parker, who’s a skinny ass dude. So like… board game boy ain’t going no where. And I honestly don’t think he’d want to
Listen you can sandwich Lucky Pierre style, that definitely works
But like… if you have a dick or at the very least a strap… I’m just saying… with enough patience and lube Parker could be enjoying two at the same time 👀
I believe in him. He’ll take it like a champ. I know he can
So in conclusion, yes. Yes please sandwich Parker with Chance. He will have the time of his life
