Three's company

[strikingtwice]

It had started as curiosity, testing the waters really. Meallan cared very deeply for Evan, nothing would shake that, but he'd also noticed with interest the younger man's focus on Laedo. It threw him at first, but after a little thought he realised it wasn't terribly surprising; Laedo was attractive, no question there, and Meallan himself had made a few playful passes at the askan (old habits died hard really). But they were the kind that could have easily gone further if not for a dedication to someone else, and so the idea that Evan might be interested was... Something that opened a whole new set of previously unconsidered ideas for him.

So they'd talked about it, and talked about Laedo, and that had led to other activities that distracted the both of them, and the next morning Meallan had suggested an idea to Evan that he could see sparked an interest in the other man's eyes.

From there they'd both starting making more comments to Laedo, and while Meallan knew his own overt invitations tended to be overlooked as a continuation of the same playful advances he'd made before, Evan's overtures were both incredibly arousing to watch as a third party for a change and sincere enough that he could see what he hoped was consideration in Laedo's gaze. They'd both teased as much as they could, everything short of outright asking him, and then Meallan had an idea.

Which led to the sparring session he and Laedo enjoyed now, good exercise for them both and he knew Evan was rather enjoying the show too. The arm the askan had granted him caught the sun as Laedo's own skin did as they ducked and clashed against each other, and as they finished Meallan's grin was wide and pleased even as his heart raced in his chest and he heaved for breath.

"I almost had you that time," he teased, flashing a wider smile as Evan joined them both. "But since we're all here... how do you feel about unwinding in the hotspring for a time? It would help to relax everything after that workout."

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[asscan]

The flirting had not been entirely unappreciated, these past few months. There had been a point where Evan had slipped from being a pupil (and that isn't intended to be an eyeball pun for once) to being an equal, and the shift from there to his and Mel's playful advances... well... it helped Laedo by more leaps and bounds than he was willing to admit. There would always be a part of him that missed home and his own kind, but he didn't feel quite so out of place when he felt wanted, and he'd long since grown acclimated enough to humans, humanoids, and all their ilk that being everything short of propositioned by two of them was an ego stroke.

He wouldn't have minded if the stroking took a different form, but realistically he would never come between either of them for the other. In any case, he could do for himself whatever fantasies came to mind at their behest and never say a word of it.

That didn't mean that the sparring session hadn't been entirely fraught with the kind of tension that had Laedo's pulse up. If anything, this much flirtation had built a powerful basis of want that coloured his cheeks and made it hard to stay focused. "You could have had me," he snapped at the teasing, savvy to Meallan's suggestive tone but playing the straight man in hopes of keeping himself restrained. He didn't mean for that to come out quite like it did, especially when Evan joined them. Laedo flicked his eyes down, flushing harder still. His hand grasped more tightly to the pommel at his belt as he attempted to still his heart. Looking first to Meallan, then Evan, he spotted some spark that he wasn't sure was all joke, this time. "Somehow I feel like joining you down there is less likely to be relaxing than it ought to be."