gris isn’t expecting the proposition you and enjin bring to the table. literally, he’s trying to eat his breakfast. and you two cornered him. gris is a creature of habit. an early bird. he likes the quiet ease of mornings when he’s one of the only few actually awake.
but this morning is neither quiet nor easy.
“excuse me?” he says because surely he didn’t hear that right. surely he’s mistaken over the words that just left enjin’s mouth.
“i said,” enjin starts and gris’ eyes flick over to you. your back is straight. your shoulders are tense. and you’re staring at him expectantly while you chew on your bottom lip. clearly nervous. “i wanna watch you fuck her. if you’re up for it, obviously.”
and there’s a challenge in enjin’s voice. what does he mean if gris is up for it? as if he’s questioning if gris is even capable of such a thing. and he is but “wouldn’t that be weird for you two considering…?”
no one actually knows what you and enjin are. including you and enjin. but for lack of a better word, you’re enjin’s girl. regardless of the stupid game you two like to play with each other. he knows there’s feelings there. he knows he shouldn’t get in between you. literal and figurative. but he’s far more interested than he lets on. far more intrigued than he can bring himself to admit aloud.
“nah,” enjin shakes his head. and gris wonders if he slept last night. there’s a reckless air to him. the energy that pulses erratically off his body is almost disconcerting.
gris looks at you for confirmation. since you’re the one he’d be fucking anyway.
“it wouldn’t be weird,” you affirm, your hands flattening on the table top in front of you. “it’s just after the other night—“
you pause. and it dawns on gris exactly how things got here. he was overindulgent. you tried to make enjin jealous and gris played along too well. he fawned over you too much. allowed his touch to linger for too long. he even pulled you into his lap after a few too many beers. and the whole night you sort of just let him.
he didn’t question it too much because at the end of the night you still ended up in enjin’s room. he watched you go. play time officially over for him. until now.
he leans back in his chair, elbows sliding off the table so that his hands come to a rest on his thighs. he looks between you and enjin curiously. mostly because gris knows he should say no. to keep the peace. to avoid a mess.
but. he doesn’t want to. despite all the ways in which this can go wrong. gris does not want to say no. he wants to fuck you.
and he wants enjin to watch.
suddenly gris is starving, but he’s lost his appetite for his breakfast entirely.
“i only have one rule,” he says, looking at you and he watches as you swallow and nod. his eyes shift over to enjin, “i get to call the shots.”
enjin’s smile is devious as it stretches across his face. and he chuckles. like this is exactly how he wanted things to go down.
gris wonders only briefly if he played right into your hands. if everything was just a ploy to get him into bed. he’s almost flattered at the thought.
“you got it, big guy,” enjin says, undisguised excitement dripping from his every word. “just name a time and a place.”
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