Mike has had one drink too many.
Scratch that. Ten drinks too many. He didn’t realize how competitive people are parties were, and if he had known, he definitely wouldn’t have played beer pong. That’s where most of the drinking came from. That, and Max being an asshole.
He stumbles around the house, seeing double. He doesn’t even remember whose house this was— Max’s friend’s boyfriend’s friend’s girlfriend’s brother or something. It didn’t matter.
And on top of everything, he lost Max and Lucas!
Worst night ever. He wants to go home and regret his decisions.
He was just about to doze off— having found a more secluded area of the house to sit on a couch in the dark— when a voice half rouses him from his half slumber.
“There you are! See, I told you he would be here.”
It was Max. And Lucas. Clearly tipsy, but maybe not quite as drunk as Mike. Max half stumbles, half runs to Mike’s side, throwing her arms around him and squashing him in a hug.
“Where’d you run off to, pretty boy?” The redhead girl questions as she sits correctly on the couch beside Mike, leaning in close. “We’ve been looking for you for ages. Lucas almost had a heart attack.”
“I did not,” Lucas says flatly as he moves over to sit on Mike’s other side, squashing him between the two. Lucas’ soft brown eyes turned to Mike, and his vaguely concerned look shifted to one with a raised eyebrow and a smile. “I think pretty boy’s had too much to drink.”
A moment to process what was said, then Mike shook his head. “Nuh uh,” He slurs out, leaning closer to his friend. “I’m as sober as a cat.”
Lucas and Max exchanged an amused look. “How sober is a cat?” Max questions with a giggle, her flushed face and glazed over eyes showing she’s had quite the amount of alcohol as well.
“I dunno,” Mike grumbles. “How ‘m I supp’sed to know t’at?”
Max giggles again and leans to rest her cheek on his shoulder, close enough that Mike could feel her breathing on his neck. It sent his pulse racing, and her blue eyes staring at him weren’t helping. He looked at Lucas, who was staring at him too, propping up his elbow on the back of the couch and leaning his head against his fist.
This was one of the new strange developments that came with living with Lucas, and by extension, Max. They were always so close. So touchy.
“So pretty,” Mike slurs out loud, admiring Lucas’ face. He really was gorgeous. So handsome.
Lucas breaks out into a grin, glancing at Max.
“Really?” Lucas teases as he leans in a little closer, so close his nose is almost touching Mike’s, and Mike goes a little cross eyed trying to look at him.
“Really,” Mike affirms with a slow nod. “You guys are really pretty.. super duper pretty…”
“Well,” Max says softly, her voice still a little teasing, but much smoother. “We think you’re gorgeous.”
Mike turns to look at her, and suddenly they were kissing. Humming happily, he leans into it, eyes fluttering shut and letting Max cup his face. When she pulls away, smirking, Mike only blinks at her for a moment before Lucas was turning his chin with one finger and pressing their lips together.
This wasn’t that new. Sure, it surprised Mike whenever it happened, but that was just part of living with these two. They kissed him sometimes.
Secretly, Mike really liked it.
He told them that, now, and they giggle a little bit before Max was kissing him again. Mike frowns a little, slightly confused. He just told them top secret information! And they were laughing. But Max’s lips were so soft, and then Lucas was pulling him into another kiss, so he really couldn’t complain.
Since he started living with Lucas in college, the couple has been acting differently around him. Max, especially, because he never knew Max as a touchy sort of person before. But now it seemed like she was using every opportunity to get her hands on him, and Mike had no issues with it.
Lucas gently plucked him from Max’s grasp and pulled Mike halfway onto his lap, kissing him deeply. Mike let out a little noise from the back of his throat, cupping the sides of Lucas’ face while Lucas’ hands settled on his hips.
By the time he and Lucas had finished their second year of college, Lucas and Max had decided to move into a cute apartment just a few blocks from the campus, and they had asked Mike to move in with them. Obviously, it was because of pity, but Mike didn’t see anything wrong with free housing.
Max pulled Mike back, playfully sticking her tongue out in Lucas’ direction, before focusing on Mike’s with a mischievous look in her eyes. She wiggled closer to him, so close that Mike tried to lean back, but then Lucas’ chest was pressed firmly against his back and Max’s chest was pressed firmly against his front. Mike’s face flushed, his eyes nervously glancing between his two friends, wondering what was going through their heads.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” Max tells him in a hushed voice, her words a little slurred. “Aren’t you the prettiest boy who ever lived?”
“Uh… mm,” Mike replies dumbly, eyes wide and dilated, too focused on Max’s lips and the heat of the two bodies against him.
“Excuse you,” Lucas pipes in with a raised eyebrow in Max’s direction.
Max squints a little, then rolls her eyes. “You’re the handsomest boy to ever live,” She assures him with a slight smirk. One of her hands drifted down to squeeze the under side of Mike’s thigh, and he stiffened as he repressed a noise he might regret later. Max moves closer, nose nuzzling the side of Mike’s neck as she whispers, “But you have to agree that Mike is the prettiest.”
Lucas’ hums at that, his hands moving to slide up and down Mike’s arms. He pressed a feather light kiss to the base of Mike’s neck, and Mike may or may not have whined softly at the touch.
“Yeah,” Lucas murmurs as he presses closer to Mike, eyes focused solely on him. “The prettiest.”
They continued passing him back and forth, kissing so hard and so easy and Mike feels like he’s in heaven but he doesn’t know if that was the drinks or the couple pressed up against him.
But eventually, the kissing had to end, and Mike whined pitifully as Max pulled away.
“I know, baby, but we need to get home and our ride is leaving soon,” Max coos at him, lifting a hand to caress his face, and he pouts a little. She laughs and pinches his cheek. “Don’t be mad.”
“‘m not,” Mike replies easily, still pouting as she gets up from the couch.
Lucas and Max help him up, but he really must’ve drank too much because he couldn’t keep himself standing. He stumbled sideways before Lucas caught him and easily hoisted him onto his back, linking his arms under Mike’s knees.
“Can’t have pretty boy falling,” Max jokes as they walk out, making sure Lucas doesn’t fall either.
They hitch a ride with Lucas’ friends and suddenly Mike finds himself being put back on his unstable feet in the apartment. Mumbling about sleep, he starts stumbling toward his room, before Max catches him by the arm and pulls him back.
“Let us take care of you tonight,” She whispers as she starts guiding Mike to the second bedroom, the one her and Lucas share.
Lucas sits Mike down on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of him to untie and pull off Mike’s shoes. Then he undoes the front of Mike’s jeans, pulling off too. Max murmurs a question to him, and he must’ve answered, because she tugs his shirt over his head as Lucas leaves the room.
Max takes off her pants and shirt as well, leaving them both in their undergarments, and Mike averts his eyes from Max’s bra.
“Awe, is the pretty boy shy?” Max teases, her voice still slurring from the liquid courage. She leans closer, her face barely an inch away from Mike’s. “What, don’t wanna look at me?”
“Max, hold it,” Lucas calls as he enters the room again, holding two glasses of water. His voice snaps Mike out of his trance, having been about to lean in for another kiss, and he drowsily looks up. Lucas sets one of the glasses in Max’s hands, then looks at Mike with a raised eyebrow. “Can you hold a glass?”
Mike pouted again. “O’course I can hold a glass,” He slurs out, offended by the question.
But as Lucas hands him the water, his double vision gets the best of him and his hands slips from the cup. Thankfully, Lucas knew that would happen, and kept a firm grip on the top of the glass. Max snickers from where she was gulping down her own water, her flushed face easing from the hydration.
“Here,” Lucas murmurs, lifting Mike’s chin with a finger and guiding the glass to his lips. Mike swallows gulp after gulp, even if some trickles of water dribble down his chin. By the time he finished the drink, his exhaustion had doubled. Lucas smiles softly and leans closer to wipe the side of Mike’s mouth. “Time for bed, gorgeous.”
Mike let his eyes fall shut and he started sagging in his seat, causing Max to yelp.
“Baby, let’s get you up by the pillows first,” The woman laughed softly, and Mike just nodded sleepily. They crawled up the bed and Mike quickly went limp again, already half asleep as Lucas moves around the bedside and gets on the mattress on Mike’s other side.
With Mike’s eyes closed, Max started scratching his scalp to lull him further into sleep.
“Do you wanna be our third?” Lucas blurts out, causing Mike to stir slightly and mumble.
“Lucas!” Max hissed at him.
“What? I thought you wanted to ask him today.”
“Yeah, until we got to a party and he got absolutely wasted!” Max sighs softly, glancing back at Mike, who had sank into the mattress and was clearly out cold. Quiet snores came from his lips, his eyelids barely twitching under the influence of so much alcohol. Max kept scratching his scalp, looking back at Lucas. “He probably won’t even remember most of the night. We can ask him some other time.”
Lucas sighs and nods, curling up against Mike’s back, sliding his arm around Mike’s waist and holding him closer.
(in the morning, Mike had a vague memory of the night before. Kisses, cuddling, pet names, but not Lucas’ question. They’ll ask some other time)
