After work, I met the guys at Viggo's place for dinner and drinks, and after eating we all piled up on the couch to watch a movie. Instead of a TV, Viggo had a large projection screen that dropped down from a panel in the ceiling, effectively turning the entire wall into a movie screen, like at the theaters. Dane made loaded nachos, and we snacked and drank beers and cuddled. The logistics of dividing my affection between three alphas was a bit of work, but we got it figured out after a few configurations. In the end, I sat in the middle between two of them, while the other sat on the ground in front of me, his head between my legs and his back against the seat of the couch. Red liked that spot. He was tall enough that my knees fit under his armpits, and he would affectionately squeeze his arms around my thighs and gently rub my calves with his fingers. I played with his hair, slowly pushing my fingers across his scalp, and he pushed his head back into my hands to silently show me how much he was enjoying it.

Viggo laid splayed out in a weird angle that only he would find comfortable, with his legs kicked over the side of the couch, and his head pressed up against my arm. He looked like someone floating in space or sinking down into water. Dane, on my other side, was sitting cross legged, totally glued to the movie. His right arm rested across my thigh, his hand draped over Red's shoulder. Red held the bowl of nachos in his lap, and occasionally lifted it up so that we could take one.

I wasn't really paying attention to the movie. I was more concerned with my guys, but more specifically with Red. Since the library, he'd become more quiet than usual, which pretty much meant he'd been completely silent the entire day. Viggo and Dane didn't seem to be fazed at all, and if anything, it was like they knew exactly what Red wanted without him having to say a word. That was how close they were. I shared a special connection with them, but I still hadn't reached that level of familiarity. Only time together could do that, and we'd only had a week...

A week. I felt like I'd done and experienced more in this last week than I had in my entire adult life. What was next? The four of us had three months to spend together before the end of the semester and their graduation. I didn't want that to be it for us. Had I put my heart on the line for something that was going to end so quickly? It did scare me think about, and I refused to believe that it would be the end.

I wanted to believe they'd stick by me, even if graduation took them to different places. It was Red's situation that got me thinking most about this. I wanted to believe that he would still want this, even though he would end up... Where?

Red wanted to travel the world, and I wanted that for him too. I would have to let him go. If he stayed and joined his family business, he would be closer and we could probably continue this thing, but that would mean his unhappiness.

I didn't like that I was thinking about something like this only a few days into my relationship with the guys, but that was just how my mind worked. I was afraid of endings. I was afraid of being left alone.

After the movie, Viggo set up the space for us to sleep over again. It wasn't something we'd planned out, but nobody wanted to go home. Viggo brought out more beers, and we sat on the couch together just talking. Red was still mostly quiet, sometimes laughing at the stories that were being told, but for the most part he rested his head between my legs with his eyes closed as I stroked his hair and rubbed his face.  

"You know," Viggo said. "I'd love to see you massage more than just Red's head. You've gotta have horrible blue-balls right now, huh, Red?"

"I do," he said. "But I don't think I could get it up right now."

"Really? You okay? I know you get nervous before games. Does it always fuck with your dick?"

"Yeah, sometimes." Red sat up and turned around to face us. "Don't worry about me." He leaned forward and kissed me. "There are still other things I can do." He pushed his hands up my thighs until they were just short of reaching my cock. I felt it instantly respond and swell up with excitement, and in that moment my mind blanked out everything except for one thing. I quickly undid my pants, and Red's assistance, had them and my underwear down to my ankles. Red kissed my thighs and around my cock. His cheek brushed against it, sending a shiver through my body. I gasped, and a little bead of precome formed at my tip.

"Damn," Viggo murmured as he pulled his cock out and started to stroke himself.

Dane tugged his shirt off and stood up on the couch. He dropped his pants, revealing his hardness, and pushed himself towards me. I opened my mouth and took him inside me as I gripped him around the base. Then I felt Red's lips caress my cock and slowly descend over my length, engulfing me entirely. My moan was muffled by Dane's cock pushing deep into my mouth. With my attention occupied I couldn't look to see what Red was doing to me, and that only made it more exciting. I felt his tongue explore my length up to my head, where he started to do something unspeakably good that made my whole lower half tremble with pleasure. Then moved lower, teasing my balls with his lips and tongue, and then even lower. I moaned onto Dane's cock again and had to pull him out of my mouth to stop myself from choking. Red's tongue flicked across my opening, drawing another moan from my lips.

Viggo moved forward, getting up onto the couch like Dane, and I reached out with my free hand to take him. I swapped between the two of them as Red continued to pleasure me. The intimacy of their scent and their taste was enhancing everything I felt, getting me even more hot. I wouldn't be able to hold on for very long, especially not with...

I moaned as Red gulped my cock down to the hilt, and Viggo pushed himself into my open mouth. I swallowed him deep as I stroked Dane with my hand.

"I'm gonna come," Viggo grunted. His cock throbbed, and the taste of his load spread across my tongue. I felt myself rushing towards the edge, the excitement of making him climax pushing me over. I gripped Red's hair as I cried out, the orgasm surging through me.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming. Oh shit..." Dane's cock pulsed in my grip, and when I turned my head it spurted out a thick line of come right onto my face. I jerked and gasped in surprise, and Dane started laughing. "I'm my god, I'm sorry," he said, collapsing on the couch, still wrestling with the fits of his climax.

"Nice," Viggo said. "Good job, Dane. Hold up, I'll get you a towel."

I licked a bit of Dane's come from my cheek. Red sat up and wiped his mouth with the heel of his hand and put his glasses back on. "You sure you don't want me to go down on you?" I asked him.

"I'm sure," he said, and he grinned. "You look like a glazed donut right now, Brendan."

Dane laughed even harder, and he smacked the couch with his fist. "I'm sorry, Brendan," he said, giving me a hug.

"I feel like a glazed donut," I said. "Do you think it's good for my skin?"

The three of us laughed, and Viggo came back with a damp towel, and he and Dane went to go wash up. After cleaning my face off, I crawled into Red's lap and kissed his lips. "Taste anything weird?" I asked, grinning.

"Nope," he said. "I wouldn't care if I did. It wouldn't be the first time I've tasted Dane."

"Really?"

He nodded. "Yeah. We've done more than just masturbated together. We experimented with each other, back in high school. Just once."

"Wow," I said. Most alphas were squeamish about doing anything like that with other alphas. "That's actually pretty hot."

"Mm. I'm glad you think so."

I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his chest. I could hear the steady thud of his heart, calming and strong. "Will you be okay for your game?" I asked. "I'm a little worried about you."

"I'll be fine. I've just got a little more on my mind than usual, but it's nothing that I can't deal with."

"Is it... what we talked about? The future stuff?"

He nodded. "That's a big part of it, yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He smiled. "Don't worry about me. Really, Brendan. I know I keep a lot to myself. That's just how I work through things."

"I'm learning that, yeah. But I am worried about you, and I'm going to worry about you. That's just part of this whole relationship thing, I think. Part of caring about you. I know the others are used to it, but I think it's a little different for me. What I'm saying is... I hope you can include me. If you, or if any of you, are going through things, then I think it's important I'm part of it, right?"

"You are."

I wasn't sure if he got what I was trying to say. I wasn't sure what I was trying to say. I was his friend, like Viggo and Dane were, but I was also something more than that. I wanted them all to be able to share things with me that they normally would've only shared with a boyfriend. Because wasn't that what I was?

There's no word for what we are.

Maybe I was asking too much. Maybe it was different when you were shared by three alphas. I didn't know. I already didn't know much about relationships, and it wasn't like I had anyone I could ask.

"Okay," I said to Red. "I just want you to remember that I want to know what you're thinking."

Maybe I was just saying that because I felt insecure, and I wanted to be reassured that I was important to him.

Dane sprinted back into the room and threw himself onto the couch. "My turn!" he said, opening his arms. "C'mere."

I gave Red's arm a little squeeze before getting off his lap and snuggling up with Dane on the couch. Viggo came back from the bathroom and dimmed the lights and brought us all bottles of water. He sat down next to Red and nudged him.

"How's your back?"

Red seemed to be distracted by his thoughts. "Hm? Oh, it's still a little sore." He stretched his arm out, making circles with it.

"Get that shirt off," said Viggo. "I'm gonna give you the best fucking massage ever."

"You already gave me a damn good one today."

"That was nothing. I've got oils here. Alright, come on. Shirt off. How are you going to play on Monday if your back is fucked?"

Red shrugged. "Fuck it. This might never happen again."

"Yeah. Take advantage of it while you can, buddy."

Red pulled off his shirt, revealing bruised muscles. I winced.

"Damn, Red. You got beat up today."

He stretched out face down on the lambskin rug, and Viggo straddled him. Then he dabbed some oil onto his hand and then spread it across Red's back. Dane and I watched from the couch as he kneaded his palm into the curves and recesses of Red's muscles.

"Oh, shit, that hurts," Red groaned. "That's perfect."

"Hurts good, doesn't it?" said Viggo.

"Um, can I get a Viggo massage next?" I asked.

"I was just about to ask the same thing," said Dane, laughing.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Viggo said. "You're both lucky that I'm feeling generous tonight."

We ended the night that way. I'd thought we'd all keep talking and chatting, but Red fell asleep under Viggo's hands, and as soon as he spread the warm massage oil on my back and started to rub my shoulders, I felt myself drifting away.