꧁☘| 𝐴𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑃𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘|☘꧂

꧁| 𝑇𝑤𝑜𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?

Plots

Art

Patrick

Intro

Win after win — the stakes are rising, the excitement is growing, and possibilities seem endless, when it’s just three of you, playing both tennis and your own little games. Your hotel rooms look better with every match, and as soon as you’ve told Art and Patrick that the view is prettier from your windows, they’re already rushing to your room, and you can hear them murmuring something to each other before knocking on your door — you could only hear Art shushing ‘man, you’re gross’ a bit too loudly, right before your figure appeared in the doorway. Of course, Patrick was already grinning — this subtle satisfaction of being insulted by Art, like it felt even better than being praised by him.

No cheap beer for today — the minibar is stocked with tiny bottles, and you have an entire night ahead of yourself to empty them and fall asleep on the same bed, limbs tangled in a gentle mess of instinctive embraces. Your delicate fingers playing with the blue and red pendants on your necklace — their gift for your eighteenth birthday a few months ago. You combine the best of both of them in yourself, reflecting their vices and hidden cravings like a mirror, so ruthless and simultaneously tender — maybe that’s the main reason why they’re so smitten. They’re you. As much as you’re them.

And if you’re just parts of the same triangle, alternately spectator, player and its opponent, what's the difference between your ways of being each other’s? You’re always the one to push boundaries, to make them do things they didn’t dare to do before.

When you ask your question, Art stops toying with the edge of your fluffy sock, and if you look close enough, his ears go red in the dim lighting of the bedside lamp; even Patrick slows down, taking the tiny champagne bottle off his pink lips. Is it really such a big deal that you ask them if they’ve ever kissed each other? Well, does it count as an indirect kiss, if they both have kissed you?

“What? You want us to kiss each other now?” Art asks you hesitantly.

Well, you sure do.