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“Do you have everything?” Your mother asked, brow raised as if she was ready to not believe you.
“Yes, Ma.” You said for the fifteenth time.
“Are you sure?”
“We’ve got everything, Miss.” Chance said for you as he slid the trunk cover over your belongings.
With your friend’s confirmation, your mom nodded a satisfied smile on her face. Of course she would listen to him over you. He was, how did she put it? Oh, right: the most handsome, smart young-man she had ever met. She wasn’t wrong… but you would never admit that.
“Ooh. It’s hard to let you go.” Your mom pouted, wrapping her arms around you.
“Ma…. I’ve been on plenty of trips alone before. It’s fine.” You groaned as she tightly squeezed you in a hug.
“Oh, I know sweetheart. But you’ve never been gone for so long.” She said, teary eyed.
Rolling your eyes, you pulled out of her hold.
“Again, we’ll be fine. We’re all responsible adults.” You paused, glancing at Parker. “Mostly responsible adults.”
“I can hear you, you know?” Parker said with a smirk.
“And would you agree that you are a part of the responsible adults?” You raised a questioning brow at him.
“Hmmm… Nope!” He exclaimed, before climbing into the backseat of the truck.
“Thought so.” You huffed, crossing your arms.
“Alright, I think it’s time we head out.” Chance said, fending off his own mother’s love.
You gave a chuckle as you watched the man receive a sloppy kiss on the cheek from his mom before she pinched it lovingly.
“Oh, okay Chancey.” She pecked his cheek again. “You better call!” She pointed a finger at him.
“You know I will, mom.” He rolled his eyes with a smile. “And if I forget, I know you’ll be blowing my phone up anyway.” He sighed.
“Can a mother not be concerned for her child?” She placed her hands on her hips.
“That’s what I’m saying!” Your mother copied her stance.
“Oh, no. They’re teaming up.” You said to Chance.
“Make a break for it?” Chance gave you a cheeky grin.
“You got it.” You gave your mom a quick peck on the cheek and hug, then sprinted into the truck.
Starting it up, you heard heavy rock blast through the cabin speakers. Through the open window you waved goodbye to your mothers, then turned to face Chance. Bouncing in your seat with a smile, you let out a satisfied sigh.
“And so a month of travel with my bestest friends begins!” You exclaimed.
“Whatever shall we intrepid travelers get into?” Chance joked as he pulled out of the driveway.
“Ooh, I don’t know…” Parker trailed. “Adventure, excitement, romance?” He leaned over the front seat, waggling his brows at you.
Shoving his face back into the backseat, you giggled. What a flirt.
“Adventure at the Iowa State Fair?” You teased, glancing over the seat.
“What? It’s really fun!” Parker shrugged. “Just wait till you see the butter cow, you’ll change your mind then.”
“Butter cow?” You were intrigued.
“Oh yeah, butter cow.” Parker rubbed his hands together. “I’m pretty sure our state does one at the fair, but Iowa did it first! In 1911, to be exact.” He said, with an “um actually” pose.
You giggled with an eyeroll. Oh Parker, with all of his quirky and obscure knowledge. Never change.
The state fair was Parker’s idea. His grandparents were from Davenport and always took him to the fair every summer when he was a kid. Being the fan of games that he was, Parker was always the most excited for the carnival games. Though it seemed that some of the more interesting aspects of the fair had him intrigued as well.
“I’m excited too.” Chance chimed in. “I checked out their website, and there’s so much to do!”
“I sure would hope so, considering it’s the state fair. I highly doubt there’s that many exciting things happening in Iowa.”
Parker shook his head, tsking at you.
“Oh you sweet, poor thing. If only you knew of the vast culture of the Midwest that we live in.”
“Hey, you’ve got ties to the state. I’ve been in Chicago all my life.” You shrugged.
Sure, you had family that lived in other parts of the U.S., but most of them tended to visit in Illinois. Needless to say, you didn’t get out-of-state very often.
“Well, Iowa actually has quite a lot of interesting things…” Parker began to go on a tangent about the Hawkeye State's apparent vast culture.
You eyed Chance, the man had a content smile on his face. Just happy that you all were finally going on the trip you had been planning for months.
As it was the summer before your senior year of college, the three of you decided to hold a final hurrah before you went back to school. Parker would be graduating and attempting to head into the workforce as a sports reporter. You and Chance on the other hand, would be going on to your next stage of education, getting your masters. So, you needed to do something to celebrate the true transition into adulthood. What better way than shoving yourselves in Chance’s 2001 red Toyota Tacoma and traveling across the good ole’ U.S. of A?
All of you spent the past few months planning out every part of the trip. Chance was the best at plotting out your route. You booked the campsites and hotels (thank you Chance’s mom for your Hilton Honors points). To your surprise, Parker budgeted the entire trip. Saving you the trouble of worrying about funds.
Now, here you all were. Buzzing with excitement as you made your way across the Mississippi to begin your month-long adventure.
As you left town, you leaned back in your seat. Looking out the window, you watched as the urban landscape shifted into one of rural farmland. Cornstalks waving in the wind as you drove by. As if saying “see you later” while you headed out. Smiling to yourself, you gave a little wave back.
“What are you doing?” Chance asked with a smile of his own.
“Waving goodbye to the corn.” You said with a giggle.
“I should’ve guessed.”
All of you were somewhat quirky. Chance with his nerdy G&G self, Parker with his hyperfixation on rules, and you with your unique vibe. The way that you interacted with the world had the men captivated. Well, truly, all of you had them captivated.
The three of you had been best friends since high school. A motley crew that just so happened to all enjoy the tabletop game G&G. Joining together for the first campaign Chance had ever run. Ever since, you had remained tied to each others’ hips. Rarely were one of you seen without the others.
Thankfully, you all found your way to the same college. Though, being from the Chicagoland area, it wasn’t too difficult to attend a school with everything that you wished to study. Chance and Parker roomed with each other for the first year, then you were able to rent a way too expensive apartment together. Chance and Parker took one for the team, sharing one of the bedrooms in your two bedroom apartment.
As your friendship grew over the many years, so did an unknown, but shared crush. Each of you deeply infatuated with each other. However, you kept it a secret, lest you ruin the friendship within your trio.
Chance was the first to fall for you and Parker. What could he say? You both were hot. Just enjoying G&G even a little had him smitten. Then, when you enthusiastically joined his campaign? Oh he was a goner.
Outside of the shared interest, Chance just loved, well, you. Again, your unique outlook on life just had him absolutely hooked. The way you spoke about the future, life in general. Perhaps it was cliche, but you really opened his eyes. Making him view things from so many different angles.
Oftentimes you found yourselves staying up, having late night talks. Whether it be in person or over the phone. Though he enjoyed it when he was right beside you. You laying in his bed staring at the ceiling. He would watch your eyes move as you thought carefully about your next words. Then, you would grab his hand. Giving him the most sincere smile, eyes sparkling. Whatever came out of your mouth next could be gibberish, it wouldn’t matter. When you looked at him like that, he was absolutely awestruck. Eyes darting to your lips with a need to kiss you, but he never did. Afraid of shattering the closeness that he had managed to establish with you.
Then there was Parker. A man that was unique in his own different way. Always walking his own path with confidence. Sure, he sometimes would find himself feeling meek, but overall, he was set in his ways. Something that Chance looked up to, trying to embody it himself. Parker’s unabashed confidence was so, well, hot. He couldn’t find a better word to describe it.
When they spent time one-on-one together, Chance found he always had a good time with the man. Rarely was a smile not plastered on his face. The two enjoyed competitive games with each other. Whether it be on a board or a television screen, they easily found fun to be had together. Whenever they needed an escape, the other was there. Ready to play something to help distract from the pains of life.
Parker found his infatuation with you two grew over time. With each new thing he learned about his friends he found himself growing attracted to you. Very attracted. Like he couldn’t get the two of you out of his mind. Lucky for him, you were constantly around.
Your presence was always a comfort to your friend. He often found himself going on endless tangents about anything and everything, and he always had you there. Nodding along, listening. Perhaps a bare minimum from a friend, but something that Parker cherished regardless. The way you were always engaged in the conversation even if you had no idea what he was talking about. It was especially wonderful when the info dumps he provided you ended up giving you fun facts to take home and use as icebreakers or conversation fillers. When you had shared a fun-fact that he had shared with you, he was absolutely filled with butterflies.
Chance was similar to you, a consistent comforting presence. The two always bouncing off of each other with information and ideas. Parker lending an ear for Chance’s G&G plans. Chance engaging in intense conversation about something that intrigued Parker. Parker’s friend also was willing to try out new things with him. Whether it was a game or checking out an interesting antique store, Chance was there.
Your two friends had confessed their romantic attraction towards you to each other. Finding that jealousy had been slowly brewing between the two. When they realized the issue, they decided to see where things would go. Agreeing that whatever happens, well, happens. Perhaps you would want both of them, which they certainly were not opposed to.
What they wouldn’t admit to was the fact that they also wanted each other. Sharing their love for you, that wouldn’t ruin their friendship. Admitting their love for each other, that could shatter the trust you all shared. It couldn’t happen. Not yet, at least.
As for you, you couldn’t quite place when you had developed feelings for your friends. From the start you found both of them attractive. Nerdy and passionate, the sexiest of attributes. It didn’t help that the two got flustered very easily. Something that you took advantage of, enjoying the way the blush would dust on their cheeks at whatever suggestive thing you just said. Chance was pretty good at countering you, finding the way he called you “perfect” to be especially effective. Parker on the other hand… he would try, but mostly make a fool of himself. Though, his silliness just made you fall for him harder.
Chance was always someone you could rely on. A shoulder to cry on, or someone to bounce ideas off of, or just confide in. Whenever you needed him, he would be there. Ready to hold your hand as you cried through your latest heartbreak, or be there for you to lean on as you dreamed about your future. One that you both hoped the other stayed in. The way he would look at you, adoration in his eyes, had your heart fluttering.
Parker was the one to cheer you up. Whenever you had a long day, there Parker would be. Ready to put a smile on your face and lift your spirits. While he was always fun, there were still tender moments. Times where he’d lay his head in your lap, humming in content as you stroked his colorful hair. While Parker was very chatty, these softer moments had him quieter. Content with just being with you. Another thing that had your chest swelling.
Back in Chance’s truck, you continued to gaze out the window. Getting that feeling as if you were in a movie. It certainly felt like a coming-of-age tale as you drove west with your friends. The start of an adventure. That’s certainly how Chance saw it.
At the wheel, your friend was tapping away to a drum solo, bobbing his head to the beat with a smile on his face. You hummed along with the rock tune, watching Chance with amusement.
“Like what you see?” He threw you a dazzling smile.
“Mhmm. My dashing friend rocking out to eighties classics. Super hot.” You teased, enjoying the flush blooming on his face.
“Well, I’m sure it’s not as great a sight as my alluring friend that waves goodbye to cornstalks.” He shot back.
You rolled your eyes with a smirk.
“You can do better than that, Chance. You want a shot, Parker?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at your rainbow-haired friend.
He shrugged his shoulders then leaned forward, elbows on the front car seats. Looking between the two of you, he cupped his chin in thought.
“Hmmm…let’s see.” He leaned toward you, then Chance. Eyeballing you both up and down.
“Our chauffeur is certainly charming with his steering wheel drumming. Truly a performer of the highest caliber…” He turned to you. “Oh, but you my dear cornfield queen are more than just alluring. No, you are the cream of the crop, the most a-maize-ing person I have ever had the pleasure to meet!”
“Oh god, that was terrible. But I love it!” You snickered at your friend's punny humor.
“There’s plenty more where that came from!” He nudged your arm.
“Oh, now you’ve got him started.” Chance sighed, shaking his head. “Don’t blame me when you’re suffering from his puns.”
“Why are you so upset? Is Parker just a bit too corny for you?” You bit your lip with a smirk as Chance let out an amused huff.
“Now you too?”
“Corn’t we all just get along?” Parker chimed in.
Chance leaned his head on the steering wheel with a groan.
“Wouldn’t it be butter if we were all friends?” You added, smile widening as Chance groaned again.
“I could turn around, I really could.” Chance threatened, pointing at you.
“But you won’t.” You smirked, crossing your arms.
Letting out a sigh, a small smile reached his face.
“What can I say, guess I’m sweet on you guys.” He smirked, then his smile dropped when you didn’t get it. “You know, like sweet corn?”
“Ooooh!” You and Parker said at the same time.
“Yeah, I’m not so sure about that one.” You shook your head.
“You’ll get em’ next time bud. If you need some help, I’ve got a few kernels of wisdom…” Parker pat Chance on the shoulder.
Soon enough, your team had reached the Mississippi. As you passed by the Illinois sign, you waved.
“Goodbye Illinois! Hi Iowa!” You giggled to yourself.
A habit that your mother had ingrained in you when you went on a road trip. Something tender to your heart.
Chance found it absolutely adorable. Your enthusiasm for even the mundane warmed his heart.
“See ya in a month!” Parker waved to Illinois as well.
The rest of your trip went by fairly quickly. There wasn’t much to see besides corn and the occasional town. Eventually, you drove into Des Moines. Entering a KOA campsite for your first stop of your trip.
Pulling into your site, you all let out a collective sigh. As soon as the vehicle stopped, you hopped out. Stretching up, you popped the kinks in your back. Then you stretched down to your toes. Unaware of the men blatantly staring at your ass. When you turned around, you noticed their faces grew bright red. You gave them a confused look, making them shake off their embarrassment.
“Alright! Let’s get this camp set up, then get some dogs goin’!” You pumped your fist in the air, hyping up your friends.
“Oooh, I’m so excited! I can’t wait to show you guys everything tomorrow! The butter cow, the pork tent, the cornhole tournament…” Parker trailed, clutching his hands with a dreamy look on his face.
Together, you pitched your tent. A somewhat confusing contraption, but you managed to get it set up in the end. Once your camp was put together, you gazed over your little plot fondly. Dusting yourself off, you turned to your friends with a bright smile.
“Alright, let’s get a fire goin’.” You grabbed the firewood and a starter.
“Ooh, yes please! I want s’mores!” Parker rubbed his hands together with enthusiasm at the thought of the marshmallow treat.
“Of course you’d want dessert first!” You rolled your eyes as you stacked up the logs.
From your back pocket you pulled out a box of matches. With a quick flick of your wrist, you strike the match. Covering the flame with your hand you attempted to light the starter. It caught, then immediately went out. Again, you lit a match attempting to light the starter once more. Yet again, it went out. You let out a groan.
“You sure you know what you’re doing?” Chance stood above as you crouched by the pit.
“Uh, yes? I’m not helpless.” You huffed, rolling your eyes. Striking another match, you finally got the starter to light. “See?” You motioned at the small beginnings of your fire.
“Okay… I was a Boy Scout. Just sayin…” Chance trailed his shoe in the dirt with a feigned sheepishness.
“Congratulations. I’m sure your mother is very proud.” You teased, pushing yourself up from the ground.
“She is!”
“God, you’re even more of a dork than I thought!” You chuckled at the image of Chance in a Boy Scout uniform. Knowing his demeanor, it was very fitting.
“Dork? I prefer experienced woodsman.” He gave you a scout salute.
“Uhuh.” You looked around the campground. “What woods exactly?”
He followed your gaze, then deflated.
“It’s the principle of things. Ya know, survival stuff and whatnot?”
“And whatnot.” You crossed your arms with a smirk. Raising a suspicious brow at the man.
“Yeah, whatnot…” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Enough scout’s talk! I’m ready to enjoy this fire!” Parker joined in with a roasting fork in hand. On both the prongs sat two marshmallows.
With his free hand, Parker opened up a folding chair beside the growing fire. Settling down, he held the fork over the flames. Shrugging your shoulders at Chance, you decided to join Parker. Grabbing a chair of your own, you plopped down beside him.
You watched Parker toast his marshmallows, the man purposefully catching them on fire. With a deep puff, he put out the flame. A pleased expression was on his face as he looked at the charred remains of his sweet treat.
“I forgot you like to cremate your s’mores.” You stuck out your tongue.
“I always say, the more burnt, the better! You just don’t have taste.” He stuck his own tongue out at you.
Pulling off one of the marshmallows, Parker popped it into his mouth. Humming with content he enjoyed the sweet.
“I prefer mine perfectly caramelized." You said, pinching your fingers together and waving your hand for emphasis.
“Yeah, caramelized by me.” Chance had joined you with his own chair.
He handed you a fork and pulled out hotdogs from the cooler.
“You just make them so well.” You gave him a sweet smile, batting your lashes.
“Uhuh, more like you burn them without my help.” Chance chuckled as he put a dog onto his fork. “Need me to cook your hotdog too?”
“No. I’m fully capable of doing so.” You huffed.
“Sure, sweetheart.”
Rolling your eyes, you stood up to prep your own dog. Dipping into the cooler, you pulled out a beer. Chance eyed you, signaling he wanted one as well. You tossed a can his way then one to Parker. Both of them waited a moment before cracking them open.
When your dog was on the fork, you plopped back into your seat. Lifting your beer, you offered a toast.
“To good friends, and a great road trip!”
“Why are we just good friends?” Parker teased.
“To GREAT friends, and a great road trip. Better?” You asked, shaking your can for them to tap.
The men clinked their cans against yours.
“Cheers!” Parker said.
“Slàinte!” Chance added.
“Salud!” You finished.
All of you tipped your beers back, letting out sighs of content after swallowing.
“Oh I can get used to this.” You placed your fork over the fire. “Cookin’ dogs, crackin’ cold ones, all with my boys.” You gave them both a soft smile.
Despite your words being silly, the two still felt a tender affection for your sentiment. They were your boys, and they loved that.
When your hotdog was thoroughly cooked, you prepped it with all the fixins. Including ketchup. An audible gasp came from Parker and Chance as they saw you commit one of the deadliest sins a Chicagoan could do.
“What?” You groaned. “We’re not in Illinois anymore…” You looked away from them, whistling nonchalantly.
“We’re still representin’! Parker added.
“If the Cubs don’t make it to the World Series for 100 years again, I’m blaming you.” Chance jabbed a finger at you, taking a pointed bite of his hot dog. A perfect squirt of mustard on it, none of that ketchup bullshit.
“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m going to enjoy my dogs the way I please. Cubs be damned!” You chuckled as their eyes widened.
“Blasphemy! We leave our home state for less than…” Parker checked his phone, “five hours! And you’ve suddenly gone rogue!”
“I feel like that’s a bit dramatic.” You took a big chomp out of your hotdog.
“I think I’m gonna faint.” Parker draped his hand over his head dramatically.
“What would your mother think?” Chance tsked at you.
“She would be chill with it, considering she enjoys ketchup on her hot dogs too.” You gave them a smirk, taking another bite.
“It runs in the family…” Chance shook his head. “I should’ve known.”
“Yeah, they always have given off an air of being a traitor.” Parker’s eyes narrowed at you.
You sat in a brief silence, then all burst out laughing. The two loved your laugh. Appreciating the crinkle of your eyes and the shrill giggles that left you. God, how could you be so adorable?
“But seriously, I’m disappointed.” Parker said in a low voice, but had a bright grin on his face.
“Sorry, not sorry. You’re just gonna have to deal with me committing the sin of eating a dog covered in ketchup this whole trip.” You finished the hotdog, washing it down with your beer. You let out an unexpected burp, punching your chest you glared as your friends chuckled at your expense.
“Excuse you!” Parker said before swigging his own beer and letting out a burp.
“Eugh! You’re so gross!” You shoved the man playfully.
Looking down at your fork you felt the craving for a s’more hit you. A perfect end to a campfire dinner. Batting your lashes, you gave Chance a sickly sweet smile.
“Chaaance…” You trailed in a singsong voice.
“You have to ask for things, you know?” He said lowly, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Oh. That had done something to you and Parker as well. Both of you pausing wide-eyed for a moment. Registering the heat that shot straight to your loins at Chance’s words.
“Uh, yeah.” You swallowed thickly. “Could you please roast my marshmallow?”
“Good.” Chance spoke low once more. Again, that fire shot through your body.
“I’ll be sure to make it just the way you like.”
He popped marshmallows on the fork then held it over the fire. Occasionally, he would turn it. Eyeing the marshmallows to make sure they were the perfect golden-brown.
In preparation, you set out the needed pieces for two s’mores. Graham crackers and chocolate ready to smush the melted mallow in between. When he was done, Chance walked over. He placed one of the marshmallows on the graham cracker, motioning for you to pull it off. Lifting the other piece up, you smushed it down on the mallow. Chance’s fingers brushed against yours as he pulled back, shooting a spark up your spine.
You helped Chance make his s’more, then you lifted yours to eat.
Before you could chomp in, Chance held his s’more out. Offering another toast.
“To a great s’more! Slàinte!” He gave you a bright grin.
“Salud!” You clinked your s’more to his.
Both of you hummed with content as you bit into your desserts. The sweet gooey goodness hitting you with a wave of nostalgia. Reminding you of your times as a child enjoying the treat.
Chance chuckled as he watched you enjoy the s’more. Seeing some crumbs stuck to your cheek, he reached his thumb out. Wiping away the crumbs, and sucking the sweet remnants off his finger. When he looked at you, your face was bright red. Your heart now racing.
Looking at his face, you realized he had some chocolate at the corner of his lips. Following Chance, you thumbed it away and sucked it off. Chance’s face turned deep red, his eyes wide. His eyes followed your thumb, making him swallow thickly.
“There, we’re even.” You said with a small smile. “I know I can be a messy eater at times.”
“Y-yeah. Me too.” He said, not realizing the double entendre. When it registered, he blushed even harder.
“You two lovebirds done?” Parker piped up, making you and Chance jump. “I wanna play Uno!” He waved a pack of cards at you, a teasing grin on his face.
Part of him wanted to high-five Chance, but he didn’t want to give the man away. The two promised each other they wouldn’t share the other’s feelings for you.
Parker shuffled the cards as an awkward silence hung in the air. Eyeing you and Chance, he spoke.
“House rules?”
“Obviously.” You said, glad that the conversation had started up again.
“Ugh, you guys are the worst with house rules.” Chance hung his head.
“It’s not our fault you're so slow at saying “Uno”!” You poked him in the side.
“And besides, that one’s not even a house rule. It’s part of the official game.” Parker added with a smirk.
Chance made his hand into a mouth, mocking your previous statements.
“You wanna go, Chance?” You hopped out of your chair, waving your fists in front of you like a boxer.
“Oh, I’m always ready to go!” He copied your movements, making your eyes trail to his muscular arms. A new flush now painted on your cheeks as you watched them flex.
“Alright, you two.” Parker grabbed your hip, and pulled you down into your chair. “Let me deal the cards.”
As the fire died out, you played a few rounds of Uno. Chance groaning each time your “house” rules fucked him over.
“Uno!” You blurted
“U- ughhhh.” Chance dropped his hand after placing down his card. “Every time!” He said exasperated while drawing two cards.
“Don’t hate the playa, hate the game!” You shot him finger guns.
“I’ll getcha, you’ll see…” Chance chuckled lowly as he eyed his cards.
The sound hit you and Parker again. Damn, when did he start sounding so hot?
“Thankfully it won’t be at me!” You said, placing down a reverse card.
“Nice try, sweetheart.” Chance placed down another reverse.
You pulled two cards, then discarded a blue two. Parker followed with a green two.
With a smirk, Chance placed down a draw four.
“Yellow.” He said crossing his arms smugly.
“Uno!” You shouted.
“God dammit!” He said, pulling two more cards.
Eventually, Parker ultimately won the game. All of you shaking hands at the end, promising there were no hard feelings. Despite Chance receiving the constant stacking of draw cards, he was a good loser.
Once the fire was fully out, you all got ready for bed. Taking turns, you changed into your pjs in the tent. Once you were all inside, you realized you hadn’t discussed sleeping arrangements. The tent just barely fit all three of you, meaning you were going to be packed inside.
“So, how do we want to do this?” You sat at the end of the tent mat looking at your friends.
“Well, Chance and I thought it’d be best if you slept in the middle.”
“Oh, so you made an executive decision without my input?” You raised a brow at them.
The two most certainly did. Glad for the opportunity to be able to sleep next to you. It was perfect, having you sandwiched between them means they got equal access.
“I guess we did.” Parker gave you a smug smirk, then climbed under a blanket on one end.
“Sweet dreams!” Chance followed suit, taking over the other end.
Grumbling, you slid between them. The men held back their shivers as they felt you brush up against them.
“We’re making rotating system. I will not be sleeping in the middle every night.” You pulled the blanket up with a huff.
“Hmm, we’ll see about that.” Chance turned to face you, his close proximity made your face heat up. He booped your nose, making you scrunch up your face.
“Hey, don’t forget about me!” Parker said, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you against his front.
“We didn’t forget about you Parky-poo!” You crooned at him over your shoulder.
“You better not!” He mumbled against your back.
Feeling left out now, Chance slid closer to you. Placing a hand on your hip, rubbing his thumb over your pj shorts.
Fuck, fuck, fuck… You could feel yourself sweating. While you had cuddled with your friends before, it was never as intimately as this. Normally they would just throw an arm around your shoulder, or lay their head in your lap. Now you were sandwiched between the two people you wanted most in the world. That sent some interesting thoughts to your mind that had you stifling a whimper. You clenched your thighs together as your mind only concentrated on their hands on your body. Their actions were purely innocent, but you couldn’t help but wonder about more.
Eventually, your mind quieted. The even breaths next to you indicating your friends had fallen asleep. Parker kept holding you against him, and Chance had wrapped an arm around your waist. Comforted by their embrace, you drifted off as well.