3 and Spralbert if you’re comfy w that?
It’s been a minute since I’ve filled a prompt. I’m sorry for the wait, I really don’t have an excuse. But this is a bit longer than the other drabbles, so hopefully that makes up for it! The prompt list is here.
Spot sat on the couch in the apartment he shared with Race and Albert, stewing in his uncertainty. This was the third date night in a row that he’d had to cancel, and it was starting to get to him. Date nights always spawned inside jokes, which Race and Albert were constantly laughing at. Add on to that the fact that Race and Albert had been dating before Spot had entered the picture, and friends for even longer, and Spot was starting to feel left out.
He was startled out of his thoughts by the front door opening. Albert and Race pushed inside, laughing at what was undoubtedly a dumb inside joke. Spot looked up from his place on the couch at the noise. He felt a pang in his chest at the laughter, and tried to focus on whatever was on TV. He heard Race and Albert hang up their coats on the closet and felt the couch dip as Albert sat next to him. As Albert leaned against Spot, Race opted to lay across their legs, his head in Spot’s lap and his legs in Albert’s. Spot automatically threaded his fingers through Race’s hair, and Race sighed contentedly.
“So how was work today, Spottie? You had a meeting today, right?” Race was the first to speak. Spot, who had been losing himself in the comfort of the familiar position, felt an ache in his heart at the reminder of the distance between him and his boyfriends. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
“It was fine. Management was being stupid. But that’s nothing new.” Spot internally winced at his sharp tone, not meaning to be short with his boyfriend. He felt Race shift on his lap. Spot knew he and Albert were probably exchanging confused looks, but he didn’t want to confront his feelings.
“Look, um, I had a long day and I’m tired. I think I’m gonna go to bed early.” He hoped he had an apologetic expression. Race rolled off their laps and perched on the arm of the couch. The question was obvious in his and Albert’s eyes, but Spot just walked down the hallway to their bedroom.
He closed the door, perhaps harder than required, and leaned against it. If he concentrated, he could hear Race and Albert quietly talking, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. Sighing, he pushed himself off the door and laid down on to his side of the bed, not bothering to get under the covers.
Spot let his mind wander to his relationship with Race and Albert. He thought of lazy mornings and late nights. He thought of going out on dates and of staying home. He thought of laughter and smiles, of handholding and kisses. He thought of butterflies in his stomach and sparks flying. He thought of fingers tangled in hair and legs tangled in bedsheets. He thought of promises made and promises kept. He thought of watching sunrises and sunsets, hands entwined. He thought of wishes made under moonlight and starlight.
Spot didn’t know how much time had passed before there was a knock on the door and it opened. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Race and Albert entering the room. A pang went through his chest, and he turned away from the door, almost losing himself in his thoughts once more. The mattress dipped, and Spot looked up to see both of his boyfriends sitting on bed in front of him.
“You’ve been upset ever since we went out on that date, what’s up?” Albert’s voice was soft and laced with concern. “Did something bad happen at work?” Spot sat up, preparing himself for the ensuing conversation. He had been rehearsing what he wanted to say for days, but that didn’t make saying it any easier.
“It isn’t about work. It’s… I don’t… I’m... “ Spot stumbled over his words, not knowing how to start. “It’s just… I’ve missed the last three dates and I… have been feeling left out.” Once he was able to say that, the rest of his insecurities spilled out. “ And you two have known each other since you were kids and you were dating before I met either of you and sometimes I’m afraid that you won’t want me anymore and then where would I be?” He dropped his head in his hands, noting distantly that his face was wet.
The mattress dipped again as Race and Albert moved next to him. A hand came up to rest on his back- Albert, Spot assumed. Race placed one hand on Spot’s leg, and the other on his arm. Race, again, was the first to speak.
“Spottie, honey, we didn’t know you felt that way. Baby, there’s a reason Albie and I decided we wanted to date you. We love you. And now that we’ve got you, we’re not letting you go any time soon.” Spot laughed at that as Albert murmured his assent.
“What can we do to better show you how much we love you, sweetie?” Albert asked, rubbing Spot’s back. Spot slowly lifted his head, looking at Albert and then Race. His heart skipped a beat, and he felt warmth spread through his chest. Of course they loved him, and he loved them. Why had Spot doubted that? A laugh escaped him.
“Um, maybe just a reminder every now and then.” Spot answered, blushing despite himself. Albert and Race shared a look, coming to a wordless agreement. Spot had just enough time to brace himself before he fell backwards under their combined weight as they peppered his face with kisses.
