Scott

I pushed the door open and took a few steps inside before I even looked up. "Hey, Dave? I heard some weird-" I stopped dead in my tracks. There's no way I can explain what I felt looking at the scene before me. It was like I'd been hit head on with a wave of heat so warm it in itself was sweating, then dunked in a bucket of ice and left to freeze. I stood, dumbfounded, in the middle of Dave's room and felt all the color drain from my face. "Ah...I..." The suffocated sounds in the back of my throat meant nothing to me. My body was trying to say something, but my mind was frozen and I was unable to think of any words.

I blinked and finally started to come back to reality. Dave's face looked as white as mine felt and Taylor just seemed indifferent to the whole matter.

Suddenly there was a load of air that needed to be released from my lungs. I blew it out slowly and eaned against the door frame. I hadn't even noticed that I was holding my breath.

"Uh, Scott..." Taylor cleared his throat, ending what seemed like an eternal silence. "Could you close the door?" I stared at him until the words made sense. The door, Scott. Close it.

I stood up dazedly and shut the door, leaning against it to keep my balance. I was speechless; all I could do was stare. But at least I could move; I don't think Dave could. He still sat perched upon Taylor Hanson, shirtless boy on shirtless boy. It didn't really set in to me that the longer I stared, the clearer the images would be in my memory...Something I would come to regret later.

Only when I noticed Dave's hand holding Taylor's limp dick did I feel the color return to my face, then with such rapidity that I had to look down from the sheer embarrassment of blushing. "Dave, I..." My throat felt like I'd just woken up and I could hear my voice crack with each quiet word. "I just can't believe..."

I was staring at the floor, but I could almost feel the still air move as Dave dropped his head in shame.

I cleared my throat, bringing my voice a little more strength. "I can't believe you're fucking around with Taylor Hanson." My words, though soft in volume, came out harshly and with such conviction that only then did I realize how angry I was. Dave had just screwed up my entire view on the godlike creature that so intrigued me. Sex made him so much more human...

"And why is that, Scott?" Taylor sounded so calm and collected. I couldn't help but wonder if he was always that smooth - that cool.

I looked up at him, confused by his question but even more shboggled at the way his eyes were dancing, yet revealing nothing. I felt myself crumbling under his bewitching stare of nonchalance, perfectly seductive in an almost innocent way. I grabbed at the door behind me for support. "I...uhh..."

"What, Scott? Do you want a piece of me, too?"

Taylor

I watched his face with great delight as I let the words out of my mouth. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped, his short frame buckling slightly and falling hard back against the door. I felt Dave start on top of me and flashed him a reassuring wink before rolling from underneath him. I sat up and kept my pants unbuckled and shoved down on my hips so I could bare both my body and soul to Scott Moffatt. He cast his eyes away, but didn't grab the doorknob. I took this as a sign that he didn't think we were ultimately disgusting, and decided to advance a little further.

I got to my feet slowly, giving him a huge opportunity to run. He didn't. He just stood there, like he was glued to the door. The room wasn't terribly large, so with a few strides I was right in front of him. I got in pretty close, so close that I could smell his cologne. It was a sexy, musky scent, not quite Old Spice, but close. He turned his face away and looked down at the carpet, fear written all over his face.

"You're not ready for this, are you?" Scott's eyes met mine in a flicker of surprise and relief, but he said nothing. He didn't have to; I can easily tell the difference between a gay guy and a bi-curious one, and I didn't want to force him into anything he wasn't completely sure of. That's a really shitty way to steal someone's sexual identity.

I backed off and tucked myself back into my boxers. I saw him visibly relax and the breath he let out made my hair ripple. His eyes closed in relaxation and I gave a little half-laugh. "Hey," I whispered. Scott opened his eyes to me almost shyly. "It's okay." I zipped my fly quickly and leaned in fast, planting a tiny kiss on his left cheek. He didn't punch me.

I sighed and took a look at my watch for good measure, though I knew I'd be leaving regardless of the time. "Well, we have a 9:00 call tomorrow, so we should probably get going," I announced. Scott moved quickly away from the door to let me by. "Later, Scott," I chirped easily. I opened the door to the rest of the suite and backed out of it, flashing Dave a wicked grin and winking at him. "Bye, Davey."

Isaac

I didn't bring the subject up. Taylor just gets pissed when I talk about it; he thinks I judge him. And to be honest, I do. I just don't think it's right to fuck everyone and everything on the planet, ignoring all emotions and inhibitions. But maybe I'm just old-fashioned.

Either way, I didn't ask him when we left. I didn't really have to; I'd heard him yelling from the couch, so I knew he'd gotten Dave. And I knew Scott heard it, too. That's what I was really curious about: what happened when Scott barged in on their little escapades? 'Taylor probably screwed him, too,' I thought bitterly to myself. And really, I wouldn't put it past him.

My little brother is a manwhore.