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“It’s not completely unpleasant,” Ezra said with a roll of his eyes that earned him another smile.

Bas finished his drink and slammed the glass down on the bar. He grabbed both Ezra’s and Drew’s hands and pulled them toward him.

“Come,” he shouted, and as if hypnotized, they both followed. Ezra fell a step behind as they pushed their way toward the dance floor through a throng of sweaty bodies. It gave him an excellent chance to admire Bas and Drew. They both looked hot as fuck. Drew in his black pants and dark blue shirt, the sleeves of which he’d rolled up, exposing his strong forearms and Bas in his skinny jeans and tight shirt. Ezra’s heart skipped a beat. He had no idea how this had happened. How he had ended up in this moment with these two men. Drew said something in Bas’s ear, which made Bas throw his head back and laugh, and Ezra had to stop moving.

Drew’s fingers went to Bas’s hair, and then the two of them were kissing. Late at night, while in bed, when his mind was too loud, he’d thought about Drew and Bas together sometimes. He’d wondered if he would feel like a bystander if he’d see them together like that. Wondered if he’d feel jealous.

He didn’t, though.

There was so much love between Bas and Drew, and somehow, by some crazy, perfect, impossible twist of fate, they wanted him. Wanted him in their life. Wanted him to be a part of what they had. Ezra still found it hard to believe, but he also didn’t doubt it. Especially when Drew looked around, clearly trying to spot him, and when Drew saw Ezra standing there, he smiled and beckoned with his head, like Ezra was all that was missing.

Ezra started moving again, and when he reached Bas and Drew, the two of them pulled him between them.

Ezra felt awkward at first. He’d never been a good dancer. Or at least he didn’t think he was. He’d never exactly had a lot of opportunities to find out if that was the case.

Here, encased in Drew’s and Bas’s arms, though, his body started moving naturally to the beat. Ezra lost himself in the music. Bas was in front of him and Drew at his back. Hips were bumping into hips, and chests rubbed against chests. Ezra’s ass was pressed against Drew’s front. Hands were everywhere. Kisses were exchanged freely. It was like the three of them needed each other’s lips to breathe.

Ezra slid his hands under Bas’s shirt and enjoyed the feel of the smooth skin underneath his palms. Drew’s lips were pressed against the back of Ezra’s neck, sending shivers of pleasure over Ezra’s skin.

It was heaven.

Ezra forgot everything around him. It was only him and Drew and Bas, and the only thing that mattered was to feel them against him.

Hours passed, and by the time they stumbled out of the club, it was nearing dawn. It was still dark outside, but the brisk winter air he’d gotten used to over the long months was already morphing into something that resembled spring.

Drunk on dancing and kisses, they piled into the back seat of a cab. The cab driver got more than he probably bargained for, but Ezra couldn’t seem to keep his hands off Drew and Bas as they kissed and laughed and kissed some more.

When they arrived at their apartment, Drew threw some money at the cab driver, and they stumbled outside.

They tried to smother their laughter the whole way upstairs so as not to disturb the neighbors, but they most likely weren’t that successful.

They ended up falling onto the couch, breathless from laughter and dancing. Ezra had never been high, but if it was anything resembling what was going on inside him now, he was starting to understand why people chased that feeling.

He voiced the thought out loud, which made Bas laugh, but Drew just looked at him and smiled. “This is not a high you can manufacture artificially. This is happiness.”

Ezra closed his eyes, a small grin playing on his lips. “Well, fuck me, it feels nice.”

Bas chuckled as he leaned his head on Ezra’s shoulder, and Ezra wrapped his arm around Bas.

“It really does.”

19

Morning came way too quickly. At one point, the three of them had managed to drag their asses to bed, and now Ezra was lying half on top of Drew, listening to the piano music that was coming through the closed door. Bas had woken up at some point and was now playing. Ezra had never heard that piece before. Bas kept stopping and returning to some parts, playing them differently with each turn he took.

“He’s really talented, isn’t he?” Ezra mumbled into Drew’s chest.

A soft chuckle vibrated in Drew’s body. “Scarily so. I sometimes feel stupidly ordinary compared to him. Have him play you ‘Paranormal’ when you get a chance. It’s a piece he wrote when he was thirteen. It’s hauntingly beautiful.”

“Mmm.” Ezra combed his fingers through Drew’s chest hair. He was not going to move just yet. Maybe ever.

“Did you have fun last night?”

Ezra nodded. “Still hate clubs, though.”

“Don’t worry, Bas will get the next hankering to go dancing in a year or so. You’ll have time to prepare.”

Ezra’s fingers stuttered to a stop. The room was so quiet that each breath sounded like a tornado in his ears.