How to Seduce a Winchester (Or How a Dare Turned Into a Threesome)

[theinsaneeraser]

Title: How to Seduce a Winchester (Or How a Dare Turned Into a Threesome)
Author: theinsaneeraser
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, schmoop, a teeny bit of angst, threesome.
Pairing: Balthazar/Lucifer, a little Balthazar/Dean/Lucifer.
Other Characters: Laylah [A child]. mentions of Castiel Anna and the kindergarten class Dean teaches.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 5,810
Summary: A dare turns into something none of them expected... but that may not be a bad thing.
Author's Note: Written for sayonara007 for the spnraritiesfest fic exchange! I hope you enjoy :D Thanks to grlkat for the beta.

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“I hate cooking,” Lucifer complained for the hundredth time that day.

I shook my head, sighing as I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. Lucifer looked good in the white apron that covered his black t-shirt with a python on it. He wore ratty old jeans – at my warning – and his medium-length blond hair was in disarray. I turned back to the dough, kneading it with my knuckles before switching to the heels of my palms. Lucifer had been complaining ever since I’d asked him to come help me out in the shop. It wasn’t like he needed to do a lot, and it would save me from having to hire someone, more of the shop’s money would just come back to us.

“I know you do, but don’t tell me you don’t enjoy watching me get all covered in flour while I work with my hands all day,” I chuckled. “And when I go into the kitchen, I get all sweaty,” I mused before groaning as he pressed against my back. “Not now, Luce. I have to make these new French rolls, they get popular around this time; they make a great late night snack.”

“I’d much rather you be using those hands on me,” he countered. “And when you get all sweaty I still can’t touch you, and you know how much I like to touch, Balthazar,” He whispered in my ear. “I don’t like cooking, and I don’t like waiting on people. People should wait on me.”

“Well Mr. Ex-Millionaire, Michael cut you off when he found out you liked to put your cock in the wrong door.” I tilted my head back. “So we have to earn money a different way. We have to support our daughter so that mean’s you get to be social and smile and you will like it.” I wiggled my finger and swiped some flour over his nose. “Now go, the customers should start pulling in soon.”

Lucifer grumbled and reached around to grope me through my jeans, drawing a groan from my lips before pulling back and stalking out of the room. I smiled slightly, watching through the small window as Lucifer instantly put on what I liked to call the ‘swagger’. He was very good at charming people, even if he hated having to do it. It was why he was such a good asset. The girls and guys swooned over him, as much as I had. The fact that his brother was a multi-millionaire didn’t help with the countless people I had to beat off.

I came from a small family that had barely made it from day to day. We had to work day after day after day to bring in the money. That was why when I started dating Lucifer, and he secretly helped me open up this shop, it had been the changing point for us.

Then I’d moved in with Lucifer and Michael had found out. He’d thrown a fit, said it was bad rep for the company and disinherited Lucifer, cutting him off from the cash flow, but he couldn’t do anything about the bakery, as it was in mine and Lucifer’s name. After that, we’d adopted our beautiful little girl, Lailah, which had been the best idea we’d ever had.

“Oh, hi, you’re new,” came a voice from the main room and I looked at the clock. I made a clicking noise with my tongue and peeked out the small viewing window. Just as I had thought, it was Mr. Five-o-clock, he always came around the same time, and he always ordered one of three things; ‘Pie, cherry-filled donut or a piece of chocolate cake’.

He was around six feet tall with short brown hair and startling green eyes. He was always covered in paint or markers or some other type of art supply. I had always figures him for an artist; he seemed to dress the part in baggy jeans and layers.

“Yes, I just started working here,” Lucifer said, the words rolling of his tongue. “I guess you’re a regular then?”

I stopped paying attention after that, only throwing glances as Lucifer continued to flirt – I was going to have to tell him to turn that down – with the customer. But Mr. Five-o-clock seemed to take to it well. He ducked his head a little bit and laughed, much like I had when I’d first met Lucifer, and huh. I stopped my baking to watch as Lucifer pulled out all the stops and Dean seemed to react to all of them. He also got twice his normal order and stayed longer then he normally did.

Lucifer continued to do a good job – I’d known he would – and I continued to work in the back, getting everything set out and ready for tomorrow, and then cleaning up as the shop closed down.

I pressed into the arms that wrapped around my waist and smiled up at Lucifer, tilting my head back. “It seems like Mr. Five-o-clock is quite smitten by you, Mr. Flirt.” I closed my eyes and chuckled. “I’m impressed; he left with much more then normal, and he was completely flustered.”

“I seem to remembered another flustered man who I was quite smitten with.” He chuckled. “If I remembered right, he refused to let me come near him, saying I was just going to be one of those millionaires who wanted a weakened toy. It took me two months to get his trust enough; it took me grabbing his arm and kissing him in public for him to realise I wasn’t interested in a toy.”

“Yes, and I distinctly remember getting coffee thrown on us by an angry Christian.” I laughed and closed my eyes. “But that’s not the point. The point is that he seems to like you.” I grinned a little. “I remember that one time you dared me to seduce that girl from the check out…. Well, now I’m daring you to try and seduce Mr. Five-o-clock. He’s very withdrawn and to himself like.”

Lucifer looked down at me with a raised eyebrow before lifting me up and placing me on the counter, hell to any customers that may come in and see us, and kissed me. I forced back a moan and kissed him back, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulled him closer till we were basically flush against each other. He slid a hand down my back and slipped it under my shirt, talented fingers working their way up my spine, causing me to shiver.

“Lucifer, customers, I can’t-” But he bit down on my lip and ground against me, cutting off all thoughts of protests and things that didn’t include sex and his hands all over me, and possibly his mouth… and definitely his tongue. “Lucifer…” I breathed and arched my back, allowing him to slid my shirt up and almost over my head – apron still on – when the sound of the door opening caught my attention. “Lucifer, no, customers!” I hit him over the head lightly. “You damn snake, you.” I chided and he chuckled, nipping my neck.

“They can wait a few minuets,” He whispered and nipped my earlobe. “I can’t, I need you now.” He moaned against my neck. “C’mon Balthazar, don’t tell me you’re going vanilla on me.”

“We can have sex in the middle of Time Square for all I care, but right now you need to go greet the customers before they leave and I have to gather up the leftovers for the homeless shelter, or Anna will murder me. Now shoo!”

“Fine, but you owe me tonight,” He grumbled and stalked off. I knew the smile would be in place as soon as he was within viewing distance and sighed. I stared down at my tented pants and made a face before sliding down and grabbing a box. I wasn’t lying about the Time Square thing, but I have promised myself – and Anna – that work was one place I would not defile with my sexual actions, and I planned on sticking too it.

If Lucifer didn’t stick me first.


So the next day like clock-work, he arrived, if a bit earlier. I watched as Lucifer laid on the charm as thick as glue, prompting me to roll my eyes. Mr. Five O-clock seemed to like it. He flushed and flirted back, fighting as he did so and ducking his head. It was kind of cute, and I could tell Lucifer was reeling him in when he pulled out his old business card and writing his name on the back. I raised an eyebrow as Dean took it and nodded before leaving.

Lucifer grinned smugly and made his way into the back, cornering me and kissing me. “Well, looks like I’m winning this wager so far. He’s agreed to go on a date with me.” He ran his fingers through my hair, tugging my head back. “We’re going to that restaurant you hate so much.” He trailed a finger down my cheek. “So you don’t think I’m taking him to a place I took you,” he chuckled.

“You know I don’t care about things like that,” I mumbled as he nipped my earlobe. “But that place is horrible, he’s going to hate it, and you are going to lose, so yes, take him there.” I grinned and then moaned as he slid a hand down my pants to grip me. “A-Ah Lucifer! Take that out and go wash your hands! This is not sanita- oh…” I moaned as he started to stroke, adding that twist to his wrist that made my knees buckle.

“Mmm, what was that?” He whispered in my ear as he stroked slowly but firmly, humming in my ear as he did.

It’s not my fault, not one bit that I couldn’t push him away – I didn’t really try. It wasn’t my fault that I jerked into his hand, moaning openly as my head fell back, my knees indeed buckling. He wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me up as he quickened his place, grinning against the skin of my neck as he did so. He was cheating, this wasn’t fair and it wasn’t my fault one bit.

“L-Lucifer, I can’t… nnng.” I gripped at his shirt and gasped before the sound of the little bell caught my attention; A customer. I tried to open my mouth, to protest but Lucifer’s mouth covered mine as he continues to stroke me, swallowing my moans and whimpers as the sound of the check-out bell was dinged.

They were going to leave if Lucifer didn’t get out there and serve them.

I tried to tell him this, but there was brush of thumbs across my slit and a tight squeeze and I was thrown over the edge with a shout. He chuckled and milked me through it before licking his fingers clean. I gave him as much of a scolding look as I could post-orgasm and he washed his hands, cleaning them with soap before moving to greet the customers.

I groaned and slid down the counter, panting before glaring at Lucifer.

He was totally not getting any that night.


I wasn’t spying on them.

I had merely been in the neighbourhood and decided to catch a glance at this so called “Date”. Anna was taking over my shift, and Castiel was taking Lailah to the park, which left me free to go do shopping, and I had decided to shop half-way across town today and oh, oh yeah, they were having their date around here, so, lets just stop by and check on it, see what a horrible time they were having.

That’s how I ended up in the bushes as Lucifer, elegant as always, sipped his wine and chatting, drawing laughs from Mr. Five O-clock, whose name was apparently Dean. There was something oddly familiar about the name, but I didn’t think to hard on in, instead I was more focused on the way Lucifer kept touching Dean’s hand. The way that Lucifer kept leaning in so he was in Dean’s space and the flush that it caused the man.

I was even more intrigued by the way that Lucifer hand-fed him food, and always seemed to say the right words. I knew his flare well by now, and I had learned to fight against it – he liked to try and sweet-talk his way out of being in trouble – but Dean was new and was falling for everything. I tried to push down the uneasy feelings in my stomach. I stood to leave when my foot caught on the edge of a root and down I went, face planting the bush and sinking down into it a little.

If Lucifer had saw me, I’d be deep in trouble. I stayed as quiet as I could, unable to hide the startled cry I had belted as loud as I could – though I was sure I hadn’t been that loud – and hoped against all hope that Lucifer hadn’t heard me.

When no one came over towards me with an amused look or a frown, I was sure I was in the clear, until my cell phone buzzed in my pocket, alerting me to a text message. I flipped it open and read the name “Lucifer” and opened it. All is said was “I will tie you to the bed next time”. I flushed and cursed, glaring up at the sky before fishing myself out of the bush – hopefully without anyone noticing – and skirted off towards home.

Lucifer was one to keep his word.

~*~*~*~

I stood near the sink off to the side of the classroom. The day had just started and already my hands were covered in paint and my clothes in pudding. I chuckled though, not minding as I lifted one of my students onto the stool so she could wash her hands. I then made my way over to the rocking chair on a carpet and picked up a book. Everyone gathered around, all clean and ready for story time as I started to read out One Fish, Two Fish.

As I read, I started to space out a little, mind focusing on the first date I’d had in years. I had only realised about a year ago that I was gay, after many, many hit-and-miss relationships, and being a kindergarten teacher, it wasn’t something you wanted to talk about; it was something that got you fired. I enjoyed my job, the kids kept me young and spry, so I kept quiet about it, and I partied on the weekends, but mostly I was reserved and a good boy, as hard as that was.

Lucifer had thrown a curveball at me and I’d literally stumbled head of heels for the sweet-talking baker. So when he had asked me to lunch, I had agreed as fast as my mouth would let me; and it had been enjoyable, very much so.

He was a kind guy, didn’t pressure for anything other then the lunch, but he had these touches, on the hands and cheek like he was offering, but not really. It was like he was one of those pro guys you hear about that know all the moves, I had half wondered if I was on some sort of reality TV show; “how to seduce a gay guy in ten easy steps” or something.

After lunch we had walked about town, and although Lucifer hadn’t talked much about his home-life, or much about his past. I had caught sight of a wedding ring, though. Lucifer hadn’t said anything, and I had pressed a little, but he’d just smiled and toyed with it, a fond smile on his face. I didn’t push anything after that, wondering if maybe his last husband had died, or maybe he had been married.

I didn’t know if I wanted to get involved in a sex scandal or anything, but Lucifer just didn’t seem the type to cheat, or do something like that. Besides, why would a married guy wear his ring on a date?

I sighed and sunk back into the chair as my thoughts wandered onto what those soft fingers could do when something shook me from my dream.

“Mr. Chester will be mad at chu all, chu are all gonna be in twouble!” came a voice and I blinked, coming out of my thoughts.

The kids screamed and all ran away, and it was then that I’d realised I’d been used as coloring paper. I was covered in drawings, all done in markers. I raised an eyebrow and got to my feet, making a monster sound and chasing after them as they all screamed and ran from me. I couldn’t help but smile because I wasn’t mad at them; I had been the one to space out during story time. If I was five, I would have gotten revenge too.

~*~*~*~

The month went by and Lucifer and Dean went on more and more dates. Lucifer started to talk about him fondly, in the way that he spoke about me. This made my stomach churn as I slowly felt the pang of fear. It was like I was slowly being replaced and Lucifer didn’t even seem to notice. He was gone most of the nights now, and I had realised, even if Lucifer didn’t, that he was falling in love with Dean.

What had started of as a harmless bet was quickly turning into a disaster, and I found myself crying to sleep most of the nights. Lailah would always come in and see if I was okay, always worrying, and all I could do was hug her tight and tell her everything was okay. It wasn’t like Lucifer was neglecting her, he saw her during the day and was always awake in the morning with me, cheerful look on his face as he dropped her off at school before work.

I didn’t have to go into work today either, and Lucifer was out for yet another date with Dean. I leaned back against the counter and gripped at its edges. I was slowly losing the man I loved, a quick kiss on the cheek and he walked off, a skip in his step to visit another man… and the worst part was that I knew about it, it had been my pushing that made all this happen. So maybe it was karma, coming back to bite me in the ass for daring the man I loved to try and hook up with another.

Maybe it was God telling me that this was wrong, that I’d never be happy, not that I really believed that.

Maybe I wasn’t man enough for Lucifer, too much like a house-wife. I did work on a bakery and cook and clean and do all the mother-like duties. Maybe it was because I wasn’t artistic; there wasn’t an artistic bone in my body, not a one. Dean… Dean had many, you could tell with how worn his fingers were, all the paint and glue and markers all over his body. Maybe that type of thing turned Lucifer on, I didn’t know; I didn’t ever really wonder what he wanted aside from me.

Maybe I was too prideful, too narcissistic, thinking I was the perfect one for Lucifer… that he could never want to leave a guy like me.

I punched the counter, ignoring the spike of pain it caused, because it didn’t match the pain of my heart breaking. I slide down it, letting my knees press into my chest as I cried. I was silent, but the teardrops were thick and quickly soaked into my jeans. I chuckled a little through them as I thought of the pathetic sight I must have been, curled up against the counter, face hidden in my arms; like a child. Maybe that was it; maybe I was too much like a kid for him.

The rest of the day went by quickly. I picked up Lailah from school and made her lunch, and then dinner, keeping her entertained with books and tag, and smiled and laughed, keeping her mood up. I didn’t let her know how upset I was and when she asked when Daddy would be home, I told her soon, that he had to work later. She bought it with child-like innocent and hugged me tightly before letting me tuck her in and read her a story; kiss her good-night.

It was only once I was sure she was asleep, that I was curled into the pillows and blankets in bed; alone again. That I let them fall, let the teardrops creep silently down my cheeks once more. My body shook and I tried to get this over with as quickly as possible, but when the front door opened and Lucifer stepped in, whistling, I couldn’t stop the quiet sob that escaped me. I gripped at the pillow, burrowing my face in it as I listened to Lucifer get ready for bed.

I wanted to scream at him, to yell at him to stop whistling, to stop sounding so happy about being with a man other then me, but all I could do was try and still my body and fake sleep. I curled closer into my self, managing to still myself as much as I could, so that maybe he’d just think I was cold. I closed my eyes tightly when he dropped onto the bed.

He leaned over to kiss my cheek and stopped. “Balthazar?” he stopped and I tried to not open my eyes, but he placed a hand on my shoulder and forced me to roll over. I countered this by covering my face with my arm. “Balthaza, what’s wrong? What happened? Is Lailah alright, did something happen? Are you alright?” I felt the strangled cry leave my throat as my sobs became vocal. “Balthazar!”

“Don’t leave me,” I whispered around a shuddered breath, body shaking with my tears. Lucifer blinked, and leaned in, as if he couldn’t hear me and I launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face in his shoulder. “Please don’t leave me, Lucifer, I love you so much, I’ll get better, maybe learn to paint or something, I’ll stop being so kid-like, just please don’t leave,” I cried and it was pathetic, but I was desperate.

Lucifer grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back so we could meet eyes and I went easily, unable to fight it as I stared up at him with red eyes, tears still rolling down my cheeks. “Balthazar…” he whispered and then leaned in, kissing me deeply and passionately, like the first time we had and I was helpless to do anything but kiss back. “Balthazar, I will never leave you, I love you. If I didn’t, I never would have left home to be with you, never would have agreed to work in that bakery with you.”

“B-But you keep going on dates a-and you always se-seem so happy with him.” I choked out and gripped his shirt. “You’re in love with him.”

“I…” Lucifer sighed and shook his head. “Tomorrow you’re coming with me, were going to go to on a picnic at the park Lailah likes so much,” He whispered. “There is something I have to show you.” I opened my mouth but he placed a finger to my lips. “It’s nothing bad, Lailah is coming with us too,” He whispered and then kissed me. I watched him before kissing back, eyes closing. “There, now, let’s get some sleep, Balthazar. I love you, I really do.”

“I jus-” He silenced me with another kiss, keeping at it until I slumped back into the sheets. I watched him as he curled next to me, and I laid my head on his chest, letting him pet my hair. “I don’t know what to believe, Lucifer. I just… I’m scared,” I whispered, closing my eyes. He kissed the top of my head and murmured sweet nothings, calming me down enough that I was finally able to sleep.

Though it was a restless one.


In the morning Lucifer made breakfast. It was burnt a little and I was able to save some for Lailah, but it was nice. He smiled and kissed me a million times, keeping his touches long and meaningful, sitting me in his lap and feeding me the burnt remains of what could have been eggs. Lailah seemed to like this and was clapping, giggling with Lucifer feeding her excitement, telling her that they’d be going out today, to the park.

I eyed him, not sure how I felt about this, part of me was scared this was his good-bye, but he just held me tighter, smiling before lifting me over his shoulder. I yelped and Lailah laughed as he scooped up her too, letting go of me and heading to her room, getting her dressed, before moving us to my bedroom to help me get ready.

I couldn’t help but smile at this, letting him dress me as he snuck in kisses and nips on different parts of my body, before ushering me out the door. He picked up Lailah and told me he was driving – of course he was – and drove us towards the park.

When we arrived, Lucifer got the blanket set out on the ground, close to the park as he let Lailah loose. I sat down and watched her closely, letting Lucifer move around and get things set out. There were sandwiches and cake and some vegetables. There was some jello as well and lots of juice to drink. I thought it was a little much, but Lucifer seemed content with it.

“I wasn’t lying last night, when I told you I loved you, and that I would never leave you.” He murmured. “It is true though, I have found a fondness in Dean, but he will never trump you, Balthazar, never. You were the one to open my eyes, to give me wings and teach me to fly, and that makes you the most important man in my life.” He leaned over to kiss me. “And that will never change.”

Lailah came over and giggled before gasping, her eyes going wide. “Mr. Chester!” he yelled and rushed past us. I blinked and turned around; Mr. Chester was Mr. Winchester, her kindergarten teacher.

My mouth dropped when my eyes fell on short brown hair and glistening green eyes as he bent down to hug Lailah. It was Dean… Dean Winchester. That was where I had recognized the name; it had been the name of Lailah’s kindergarten teacher. I turned to look at Lucifer who nodded and smiled, getting to his feet. He walked over and hugged Dean, being careful of Lailah before picking her up.

“You’ve already meet Lailah, but I’d like you to meet Balthazar, my life partner.” Lucifer spoke and Dean walked over, holding out his hand.

“Hi there, Lucifer talked about you a lot, okay, almost all the time, but it’s nice to finally put a face to the words. You’re the guy who runs the bakery, right?” he asked and I nodded, shaking his head. “My name is Dean, I am Lailah’s kindergarten teacher,” He chuckles and takes a seat.

Lucifer sat down and we ate. Lucifer and Dean chatted, and I talked a little to him as well, mostly about Lailah. He was a nice guy, and I found it increasingly hard to be mad at him. It seemed all the paint and marker stains had come from helping the kids with arts and crafts and he had about as much artistic talent as I did. I eventually eased into it, leaning into Lucifer and started to enjoy myself.

It was when Lailah went back to playing that Lucifer drifted onto the subject of why Dean was here.

“Dean, Balthazar means a lot to me, he will always come first. That is why, what ever his decision is, I will respect it.” Lucifer stated. “Balthazar, I do care for Dean, but you always come first, but I was wondering about your thoughts on all of us being together. I know you’d need to get to know Dean more, but he cares about Lailah and he’s really good with her, and it is your choice.”

I looked between them, a little shocked really. I hadn’t… hadn’t though that Lucifer would ask that. It wasn’t like I was against the idea of a threesome, me and Lucifer had had one before, but this was different. This was inviting Dean into our home, into our lives; our daughter’s life. I knew that he was already in hers, as her teacher, but what if Lailah didn’t like him, or she got confused with him around? These things would take adjustment to her as well.

Lucifer kissed me softly and smiled. “I will be okay with what ever answer you give, as will Dean. This will not make me love you any less, Balthazar. This is just a way for you to see what Dean has to offer, for you to experience the joy he can bring to you. I want to see you smile again.”

“I… I think I need some time to think about this,” I whispered and Lucifer smiled, kissing my forehead.

Could I really do this?

~*~*~*~

I tugged at my hair, trying to get it to go the right way before rustling one of my nicer t-shirts and flattening out my jeans. Sam laughed as he watched me, musing before I flipped him off. I finally decided I liked how I looked before making my way out the door. Today was an important day, today and today only, I was given the chance to impress Balthazar. I really liked Lucifer a lot, and I was hoping above all hope that I could appeal to Balthazar.

I understood that Balthazar came with Lucifer that I couldn’t just have one or the other, I had to take both; and that was okay with me. There was also Lailah, who was such a sweetheart; I didn’t mind that either, I liked kids. I fumbled with my keys before slipping into my 1967 Chevy Impala, and made my way to their house. Lailah would be with Balthazar’s sister and brother, leaving the house just to us.

Lucifer and I had decided a nice movie and popcorn, with maybe some cuddling on the couch was a good way to make the mood peaceful, and productive. Balthazar would get to observe me, while enjoying a good horror movie – They were one of his favourites. Today was all about Balthazar, Balthazar and me getting along, and being comfortable enough for him to slowly let me into his life, and Lucifer’s.

No pressure there.

I sighed and pulled into their driveway, turning off the engine and panicked a little. After taking a few moments to calm myself, I walked up to the door and knocked, my heart beating loudly in my chest and I really shouldn’t have been this nervous; but this was pretty much my possible future here. Lucifer answered the door and hugged me, whispering calming words into my ear and I instantly relaxed.

Next came Balthazar, who was looking as uncomfortable as I. We shook hands and then moved into the living room.

I moved to sit down at the far left but Lucifer took that, pulling Balthazar in the middle and I sat on the right side. Balthazar curled into Lucifer a little, but we did chat a little as Lucifer pressed play and then we lapsed into silence. The popcorn was already ready and there was some juice and wine on the table. Balthazar was sipping the wine while Lucifer had a little of both, switching between them.

I was more of a beer guy so I took the juice and relaxed back against the couch, settling in for the movie.

I knew that Balthazar and I should have been talking more, interacting and the such, but I didn’t know what to say, what to do that wouldn’t make me feel like an idiot. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing and have him hate me, but this was already going bad. If we couldn’t sit here and talk over a movie, then what hope did we have when we were together; sex couldn’t hold a relationship together, as much as I wished it did.

“Dean can’t cook,” Lucifer stated. “He’s worse then me, which means he won’t take of your cooking for you, as I know you like it.” He chuckled. “He also likes to kiss, which you do. He likes to be topped from what he told me, which is good, because you’ll get someone to top now.” He licked Balthazar’s bottom lip. “He’s great with kids, loves them, and he’s a nice guy. He has a guilty pleasure for bubble baths, so you’ll have someone to share those with, as I prefer showers. Easier for sex.” He grinned.

Balthazar turned to look at me and I flushed, looking down. “I like cars, and I uh, own a 1967 Chevy Impala. I have an annoying little brother named Sam, and I like old music.” I swallowed. “I like horror movies and comedy ones, I have a guilty pleasure for “Dr. Sexy MD” and love being outdoors and going on road trips. If I didn’t enjoy being a teacher so much, I’d probably be a mechanic.”

Balthazar tilted his head a little and shifted before placing his feet in my lap, laying he head against Lucifer’s shoulder. I looked down at them and back up at him but he was already watching the movie once more. I let out a breath and placed my hands over his ankles, letting my thumb rub circles over the exposed flesh and smiled.

After the movie, Lucifer had suggested sex, but Balthazar had asked to wait, to give it time and I had agreed. I wasn’t sure I was ready for threesome sex, as I’d never had it before. Instead, Lucifer had laid out on the couch with Balthazar pulled into him, and me draped over top of him. It had taken him a few minuets to adjust to that, but soon we both felt him drift off, his breathing evened out and face peaceful.

“This is going to be rocky at first, and he may decide down the road that he can’t do it.” Lucifer whispered and I nodded, looking up at him. “But this could also be it, so don’t blow it, Mr. Chester.” He smiled and I curled closer into Balthazar, smiling.

I hadn’t planned on it.

Comments

[dark-princess17.livejournal.com]

*applauds the wonderfulness that is ALL THREE OF THEM*

[theinsaneeraser.livejournal.com]

:D I'm glad you liked it X3 I struggled with this sooo hard, it was sooo far out of my element and I just lost my muse for it, zekkass had to kick my ass and give me goodies for me to finish it.

[theycallmegabe.livejournal.com]

s;oaledfhncwlskf KARI THIS IS GORGEOUS.

[theinsaneeraser.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you like X3 Like stated above, This almost never got finished.