All characters and events are fictional, and all participants are over 18.
This is an ongoing story that jumps between the past and the present.
Luke woke first and realised it was much later. The sky was black outside, the street lamps lit and casting a dim light into the room. He was lying naked with Nina on one side, Ash on the other, both breathing steadily. One of them had spread a blanket over them all and it was soft and warm between them. He turned to look at Nina, her face relaxed in sleep, and memorised the outline of her face, the smell of her hair, the sound of her breath. Then he turned to look at Ash, his face bare without his glasses, his brow furrowed slightly in sleep, his dark hair mussed. He took a mental snapshot, taking in every feature, every line and shade and curve of his face. He closed his eyes, remembering the feeling of those lips around his cock, the cautious eagerness of Ash's hands on him, touching, feeling, stroking, licking. And Nina's eyes on him, her hand under her skirt, her face yearning. He groaned thinking about it and Nina stirred beside him.
'Mmf, is it morning?'
He held a finger to her lips, whispered, 'No, it's late. Ash is asleep.'
She raised her head a fraction and looked over at Ash, who was still breathing steadily.
She looked back at Luke, who held his hand to her chest, looking into her eyes.
'Do you think we can stay the night?'
He considered this.
'I can call home, say I'm working on an assignment at a friend's house.'
She nodded.
'If you're keen for that, I'm guessing Ash will be.'
She shifted to give him room and he shuffled off the bed, trying not to wake Ash. Nina watched his naked form in the glowing light from the streetlamps outside as he bent to get his phone from his bag. He turned back.
'Oops, four missed calls already,' he whispered. She giggled, putting her hand over her mouth to stifle the noise. Ash stirred but didn't wake.
Luke went into the hall to make the call and Nina shuffled closer to Ash, spooning him where he'd rolled over. She lightly ran her hands over his tall, skinny form. He'd taken his pants off when he got up for the blanket, but his underwear was still on. She breathed him in, enjoying the soft, musky sleeping smells that had mingled between him and Luke.
She heard Luke come back in the room.
'Neens, wanna get some food?'
He was putting on a pair of underwear as he spoke. She kissed Ash on the forehead, tucked the blanket around him, and followed Luke out the door.
Down in the kitchen they rifled through the fridge and cupboards, finding enough ingredients to put something like dinner together. Neither of them had cooked much before, but with the help of Luke's phone they found a recipe for the ingredients they had. In between chopping, boiling and frying, Nina told Luke every detail of what she and Ash had done when he was at practice. He was pleased they'd enjoyed themselves, but also grateful that they hadn't touched each other; it made him feel less left out.
When the food was almost ready Ash appeared in the kitchen doorway, rubbing his eyes blearily.
'What are you doing?'
They looked over at him, suddenly worried they'd made a mistake.
