Oh. 

He — hadn't expected it to be sweet. 

"Are you going to be alright?" Sasha says when he pulls away. 

"I don't know. I think so." 

He doesn't know why he wants the pressure of Sasha and Kaleva leaning against him back so much, but he does. 

Wait, no, this is terrible. There is an entire Sasha between him and Chen.

Kaleva solves this problem by sitting in Chen's lap.

That's better. 

The tension drains out of Chen's muscles and his eyes fall closed. 

Wow, Chen looks... not stressed. 

It has been a while since Chen has looked not stressed. 

Kaleva is not sure whether it will work to sit on Chen until he learns to accept himself, but Kaleva is willing to give it a try. He kisses Chen's neck.

He sighs and tilts his head so it falls on Sasha's shoulder. Something about the pressure and the warmth and affection is making it very difficult for the part of his mind that insists he's evil for allowing this and evil for liking it to say anything. 

"I think there are two options here." Kaleva kisses Chen. "Option one, we are responsible and talk about our feelings while I'm sitting on you so you're all relaxed and can't run away. Option two, we are extremely irresponsible and we teach you how two-- three, I guess-- men have sex."

"I'm not going to run away even if you get up," Chen says. "But please stay there." 

Sasha settles against Chen's side. "If it's the contact you like you should take your shirt off," he says, with no ulterior motives whatsoever. 

It takes him a moment to remember how moving works, and another to figure out how to get anything off without dislodging Kaleva, but he manages, and then both of them are touching much more bare skin, which would be distracting if there were anything to be distracted from. 

Kaleva runs his fingers along Chen's chest. "God, you're hot."

A good-faith effort was made to be responsible, Kaleva is not going to take any of the blame here, and he shimmies off his shirt, presses his chest against Chen's, and kisses him.

Sasha watches Chen shiver, presses closer still and touches Chen's chest, his collarbone. "You're lovely," and Chen closes his eyes and shivers again. "Relax — shh, Chen, it's alright, you can relax, we've got you —" 

Kaleva kisses Chen's neck, his ear, his jawline, the hollow in his throat, both of his eyes.

He's shaking and pressing up into Kaleva's kisses and there's something he desperately wants but he doesn't know what — Sasha's voice goes so soft in Chen's ear whenever he says "we've got you," if he were thinking he'd be trying to read the subtext there but he isn't — 

Kaleva slides down onto the floor, puts his head on Chen's knee, and starts to undo Chen's pants. 

He freezes up. 

Sasha slides into his lap and curls up there. "Hey, hey, we've got you," he murmurs, pets Chen's hair, feels the way Chen relaxes again. 

Kaleva freezes when he sees Chen freeze--

And smiles when he relaxes, but stays still and keeps his head on Chen's knee.

He holds Sasha as close as he can and lets the weight and the warmth of him melt him. 

"You're doing beautifully." Kiss. "We've got you, Chen, you can relax." 

This was poor planning because now Kaleva has to be on the floor and not touching Chen's dick. 

Kaleva climbs back onto the couch, back where Sasha was, and puts his arm around Chen's shoulders.

He tries to say something, but words are unexpectedly difficult. He melts just a little more. 

"I like you a lot," Kaleva says. He kisses Chen's temple. "A lot a lot."