"God - you're so good - fuck -"

Edmund busies his babbling mouth with James' nipple, even as his coordination leaves him.

Peter closes his eyes as Edmund speaks. His hand stutters, and he flings a strand of precum all the way to his chin, but with visible effort, stills himself long enough to keep going.

The plot thickens, doesn't it.

Says the small part of his brain that hasn't been reduced to incoherent moaning as he starts to lift himself up and pull back down, starting to get a rhythm. His eyes aren't closed throughout because he wants to see Edmund, at least sometimes, wants to look at this beautiful boy filling him up. And if he sometimes turns his head and catches glimpses of Peter, that doesn't hurt.

Edmund stops worrying James' nipple long enough to say "I'm - close - gonna -"

He produced a significant amount of precum. This is something else entirely. James feels the thrumming in Edmund's cock as what feels like a half-cup of thick, warm fluid pulses into his ass.

And Peter grunts loudly as he starts to paint his own chest and face with a stream of spunk.

Oh. Oh fuck that's hot, he comes entirely hands-free just from the feeling of Edmund's cum inside him (and a little bit from the sight of Peter). He flops onto Edmund, breathing heavily, and offers Peter an impish grin.

Peter meets his eyes, still panting himself, looking utterly tragical under the splashes of jizz.

"Well. That was. Nice. Good film, Ed."

"...you don't have to lie if you didn't like it."

"No, it was - it was really nice. I'll remember it."

...surely not.

Surely???

"It was kind of bizarre but in a good way. I liked it."

Certainly not. James is just seeing things. What are the odds.

Right?????????????

"Orland seal of approval. Wrap it up, boys."

Edmund glances over at Peter. "I think you're more of a mess than I am at the moment - you rinse off, I'll clean the couch?"

"If our guest's alright with it."

James disentangles himself from Edmund and shrugs amiably. "Sure."

And Peter trots off toward an adjoining bathroom. There's plumbing sounds as he turns on the shower.

"He's always been like this about romances," Edmund sighs. "I think he just - thinks the sex scenes are uncomfortable? But I really like this film and I thought maybe he would too. And - he wasn't like that in the other timelines, he watched Love, Actually with me and really liked it. Maybe he's - asexual and doesn't like having to wank but still gets turned on - I don't know."

...oh shit he's actually not quick enough to hide his reaction from his mind-reader boyfriend. He's not even sure what his face did just now, he's too lost in the meta of being sure it did something that Edmund is going to read.

Damnation.

"Maybe," is what James says as he waits for the other shoe to drop.

"You know, it's actually more suspicious when you look thoughtful and then look guilty about it. What."

"I'm not quick enough to actually think of what I should be acting like and then do it!"

"Sorry! It's really not fully voluntary, I'm just very focused on microexpressions! I still feel like given the subject matter this might be relevant information!"

"Yes, well," how does one even clean this place he doesn't want to look at his mind-reading boyfriend right now, "if I'm wrong it's worse than if I hadn't said anything."

Edmund has brought out some cleaning products, including two hand mops. He's letting the cum drip off his chest onto the floor as he wipes down the couch's hydrophobic surface, since he'll be cleaning it up in a minute anyway. "You've determined some kind of bloody infohazard about my brother. Grand. Is it at least a sexy infohazard."

"...yes?" He'll get distracted cleaning, then—oh, cum in this world doesn't get all stringy and sticky in water, much easier to wash off, that's so much better.

"That only makes it worse. You bastard."

Edmund mops beside him.

"I'm not actually - angry," he clarifies after a moment. "Just, you know, annoyed that you can't tell me. But I trust your judgment. To a greater or lesser extent."

"Rrrr. I wish I could tell you and then let you decide whether I should've told you and then untell you if not."

"Sadly the handbook won't cover personal do-overs."