The day dawned dull with the promise of rain heavy in the air. It suited Dagan’s mood perfectly. Ever since Cyrus, his best friend, flat mate and crush, had gotten himself a boyfriend Dagan had been becoming increasingly withdrawn. It was understandable really; he’d never acted on his feelings for risk of ruining their friendship, and now he’d lost his chance, because, when all was said and done, he knew that Cyrus was happy and that, at least, was something.

That said though, he didn’t need the constant reminder and so long as he stayed in the flat whilst the enemy (although really, Blair seemed like a nice enough guy and in different circumstances he would have found him easy to like) it was unavoidable. After all the walls were rather thin.

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Dagan stared at the ceiling, trying to block out the sound, the low breathy moan that he knew was Cyrus and he couldn’t help but imagine that he was the one causing it. Nuzzling the sensitive flesh of his neck, sucking, kissing, biting. His hand moved, almost of it’s own free will, to his half erect penis. His hand hovering he imagined Cyrus above him, that he was lost in the blue seas that were his eyes, that their lips were only millimetres apart. Then a louder, gruffer moan and the fantasy was shattered.

Snapping to his senses Dagan shot up, his hazel eyes frantically searching the room. Assured that no-one had witnessed his lapse of sanity, arousal not quite gone, he grabbed his jacket and fled.

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They both heard the door to the flat close. Blair immediately picked up on how Cyrus’ mood changed. He barely suppressed the sigh. He knew that the flatmates’ had been friends for years, and as such he was the impostor, but it was hard to feel like he was just second best. Although from his brief encounters with Dagan he could imagine being friends with him, given the chance. Unfortunately he knew that he wasn’t likely to be. Instead he focused on the gorgeous man in bed with him. Gently caressing his cheek Blair leant in and placed a chaste kiss on his boyfriend’s lips. “Love you,” he whispered.

“You too,” came the quiet reply. Blair didn’t miss how his lover’s blue eyes flickered to the doorway before replying. Almost as if he was afraid he was being overheard…

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Cyrus knew that Dagan’s temperament, hell, practically his whole personality, had changed when he started dating Blair. Although he loved his boyfriend he almost regretted being with him because he missed his best friend. Their drinking competitions, late nights watching cheesy movies, just generally hanging out.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love Blair, he did. He loved the way his untameable black hair curled at the nape of his neck, the way his green eyes sparkled when he was talking about something he was passionate about, the way he knew exactly how to touch him to reduce him to an incoherent ball of feeling. But he also loved Dagan…

How could he not love such an amazing person as his best friend?

As Blair’s mouth moved further down his body he wondered how things had gotten so complicated. Then he was lost in the wonderful things that his lover could do with his mouth…

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Dagan was just aimlessly walking the streets, no destination in mind. He was dimly aware of the fact that he was meant to be meeting some friends in, a glance at his watch, half an hour, although really he wasn’t in the mood for company. Of course he wasn’t much in the mood for a lot of things nowadays. It was all Blair’s fault. Although if he was honest…

He sighed. He knew he had exactly one person to blame. Himself.

Half an hour later he arrived at a pizza parlour, just expensive enough to keep out the annoyingly loud and obnoxious school kids, not so much that it was overpriced. As soon as he entered he could hear his cousin, Veronica, laugh. Despite his bleak mood he smiled and made his way over to the table.

“Hey Ronnie,” he greeted, then turned to his other friends, smiling at them. They’d all met during high school, which seemed like a century ago when really it had only been a couple of years.

Idle talk ensued as he got settled. “Where’s Cyrus?” Thom asked, surprised that the two flatmates hadn’t arrived together. Most of the time they were inseparable.

“Oh… I’m not sure,” came the reply, bitterness being barely suppressed. Around him the others exchanged worried glances. A few minutes later the brunette appeared. Dagan smiled until he saw Blair in tow.

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Cyrus knew that he probably shouldn’t have brought Blair, or at least not until things had been sorted out, but he had no reason to exclude Blair from his life. Other than the obvious effect that it was having on his best friend. It wasn’t hard to miss how Dagan’s smile froze, disappeared, and his eyes clouded before he looked away. All at once the mood shifted from general frivolity to sharp edged tension.

“Uh, hi,” he began, awkwardly, “This is Blair, my boyfriend.” Veronica smiled, although it was clear that she was more concerned with her cousin. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said, and the others followed suit with various pleasantries. Except for Dagan.

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Blair knew that he should have made his excuses and not bothered tonight, but he felt that there was no reason he shouldn’t meet his boyfriend’s friends. Of course he knew that it was cruel to continually flaunt the relationship in front of Dagan, and sometimes he wanted nothing more than to comfort the younger man, although he knew that he’d be pushed away.

Squeezing his boyfriend’s hand, barely suppressing a sigh when the other removed himself out his grasp, he wondered when things got so complicated.

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Dagan had missed the gesture. Perhaps if he hadn’t he’d have felt more hope then he did right then. He couldn’t bear the trapped feeling that being sat around the table was inducing and he abruptly stood up, throwing all the notes from his jeans’ pocket onto the table.

“I’m not feeling so great,” he muttered, an understatement, “I’m gonna head off.”

As he left the restaurant the skies opened and a downpour started. He sighed, cursed his luck, and set off walking.

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Cyrus made a move to follow his friend, but Veronica shook her head and he faltered. “He’s hurting, and wants to be alone.”

“But why?” he asked, even though he had an inkling of what the answer would be. Partly because he felt it, somewhat, as well. He just never wanted to admit it, and besides he was with Blair, whom he did love, despite his actions sometimes.

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Blair could see the internal struggle play out across his boyfriend’s features. His heart broke a little. He knew that the other was going through something horrid, that he himself had experienced before. At least he knew how to help. Or so he hoped.

“Come on,” he said as he gently grabbed the other’s hand. This time his boyfriend didn’t resist and followed him. “Don’t worry,” he whispered, “I have a plan. You’ll get your prince still, just you wait.”

He smirked at the adorably confused expression that graced Cyrus’ features.

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It was a matter of moments before Dagan was soaked completely through. He was only peripherally aware of this though, he was more concerned about what to do since it was a complicated situation he had found himself in.

On the one hand he loved his best friend who was rather unfortunately going out with someone. He wanted his friend to be happy (with him) and the boyfriend didn’t seem to be a bad guy. Objectively speaking he was a very good guy; handsome, funny, kind…

He faltered as his heart fluttered a little. That couldn’t be right. Although… it would explain a couple of things. Dagan laughed at how much of an idiot he was, and how stupid the situation was.

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Ten minutes later the three of them were assembled in the living room. Dagan was sopping wet, and shivering from the cold. Cyrus was shaking himself, although it was from nerves and the hint of anticipation that was laced throughout the air. Blair was the only one confident enough, and the least involved, to make the first move.

Striding over to where Dagan was stood, he kissed away the raindrop that threatened to fall from the other’s nose. There was a pause before Cyrus moved closer, removing the sodden jacket from his friend, and dropping it where he stood. He moved his hands up and down the blonde’s arms, willing the shaking to stop, and the flesh to regain some warmth.

“It’s useless if he’s still in wet clothes,” Blair pointed out, smirking.

Cyrus lifted the navy t-shirt, exposing a well toned abdomen that Blair planted little fleeting kisses across. Dagan felt terribly embarrassed by it, but was enjoying the attention too much to possibly want it to stop.

As the t-shirt was pulled up more, it covered Dagan’s eyes and Cyrus used this so that he felt less awkward. He lay kisses across the exposed collarbone before biting then licking the area to soothe it. Dagan moaned and Cyrus smiled, feeling reassured. Moving upwards he placed a chaste kiss against his friend’s lips. As he moved away Blair began massaging the small of Dagan’s back, causing him to moan. Cyrus couldn’t resist and used the opportunity to initiate a deeper kiss.

Dagan felt that he was overloading just from the little that had been done to him. Blessedly someone took pity and removed the t-shirt, at least enough so that the wet fabric wasn’t pressing against his face. It was, however, being used to keep his arms together and in a position where he couldn’t touch anyone. “Meanies,” he muttered, but all protests were forgotten as the button of his jeans were undone. He looked down to find Blair once again smirking at him.

He couldn’t see Cyrus but his whereabouts was soon discovered as he felt him suckling on the flesh at the nape of his neck. He also felt an erection pressing against his arse. Moaning he shifted trying to get Blair to do something other then tease around his waistband.

Abruptly he was pulled to the sofa and pushed down. He let out a grateful moan as his erection was freed from the confines of his pants, which was continued as he saw Blair sink to his knees.

He felt the seat dip as Cyrus sat next to him and take his hand. He wasn’t expecting his friend start sucking on his fingers as Blair started to lick his cock. He closed his eyes, knowing that if he watched the pair of them it would be over too soon. Instead he focused on the sensations, the twin points of warmth. How Cyrus seemed to be doing whatever his boyfriend was.

A long lick, followed by a kiss on the top, then being engulfed by heat. It spread through his body, and as he felt Blair’s hands wondering, playing with his balls he came with a cry.

As he opened his eyes he saw the pair looking hungrily at him. He grinned, knowing that more was to come, and in the morning he wouldn’t be waking up alone.