lookinside (lookinside) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-09-15 11:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, greg, greg x sebastian, sebastian |
Who: Bash & Greg
Where: Greg's place
When: Sunday afternoon, 6/17
Status: Complete
Sometimes it was nice to just kick back and play some video games and Greg didn't think he and Bash did that enough anymore. They were both in relationships now and school was over so it made sense, but he didn't want to drift apart from his best friend since childhood, no matter how much and how fast everything was changing. They'd been playing for well over an hour, just shooting the shit about things that weren't too heavy to talk about like plans for the fall and job perspectives for the summer, but Greg still had this whole Jules situation weighing on him and the longer they spent chatting, the weirder it felt not to tell Bash about it.
"Do you have any idea what's really going on with Jules?" he asked at some point when they took a break. He'd gotten them some snacks and drinks and for now he left the controller alone, shoving some chips in his mouth as he studied Bash's face for his reaction. Sometimes people's faces said more than words, Greg was still trying to learn to read them.
Bash had almost forgotten how good it was to hang out with Greg without significant others around. He almost always wanted Theo there, but then that also meant Phee was there, and the dynamic shifted when it was all four of them. They focused on their significant others, instead of each other. Which was fine in that situation, but it was nice for it to just be them, playing video games like they had done since they were ten, or even earlier. Bash couldn’t remember at that point. It felt like they’d been playing games together since they were in diapers.
“Jules?” Bash asked, his brows raising. That was such a loaded question, one he could barely begin to answer. “I mean, what’s not going on with Jules? She and Jasper broke up. Or are on a break. I get the impression it’s complicated. Which, I mean, she trapped him in a parallel universe for six months, so that really raises the bar for what I’d normally consider complicated. Though, to be fair, he and my mom and a bunch of others were pretty much killing us, so she did what she thought she had to do, you know? I can’t fault her for it, but I can see how he might.” He was sure there was more to it than that, but it felt like a start. “Is there something else going on with Jules?”
That about summed it up, except for the new bit of information Greg had gotten at the party. Maybe it shouldn't make him more nervous than everything Bash had just listed, but it did. "She's working with scientists now," he said with a skeptical frown. "I don't even know which scientists, if it's like people at Mercy or something. They're helping her explore the portal thing. Doesn't that just sound like some Area 51 shit?" He was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to know about this, maybe it was all some big government experiment hush hush. "Has she told you anything about it?"
“What? No,” Bash said, suddenly confused about what was happening. “Scientists for what? Her abilities? ‘Cause I don’t know that that’s something normal doctors can treat. I’d be like me walking into the ER saying, hey, I accidentally turned my neighbors dog into an ice cube. Think you can help me out? No, probably not.” He knew what it was like to not have answers and it sucked, but at least he had parents who potentially knew more, and a whole community that sucked at sharing, but wouldn’t let him die. He couldn’t imagine how Jules must feel. If she’d tracked someone down that could help, that could be a good thing, but at the same time he worried, how’d she find them in the first place? “When did she tell you this?”
"At the boat party," Greg said with a little frown. "Right before she punched me in the fucking nuts." Not telling anyone about what had happened was starting to make him feel weird, like he was covering up for her, but on the other hand he didn't want it to be a big deal, because it wasn't, not really. It had just been shitty and he really didn't know how to feel about the whole thing. Bash was his best friend though and he was less likely to get furious about it than Phee. "So I think she's like spiraling or some shit."
“She punched you in the nuts?!” Bash dropped the controller, his hands flying up in exasperation. “What did you say? And where was I?” He felt like he would have noticed something like that going down and it wasn’t like the boat was huge. There weren’t that many places to go to have a private conversation, but clearly more had been going on than he’d been aware of. He knew he’d had a lot to drink that night, but he felt like should have picked up on some of the tension if there’d been enough for Jules to punch Greg anywhere. “Wait, why do you think she’s spiraling? Is she still opening portals?”
Greg groaned in exasperation, and mildly exaggerated one at that. It wasn't so much at the questions as it was at the fact he had to explain what happened in the right order now so it might make any sense. "I've been avoiding her," he admitted first and sighed. "Which, you know, hard to do on a boat. So we talked for a bit and I said she could punch me for being an asshole. Offered her my arm, you know, it was a joke. And she just bam! Right in the nuts." Bitch. "And she's still opening portals but with like... Scientists in hazmat suits checking them out. I feel like I'm the only one freaking out about this." Maybe he was the only one who knew, if she hadn't even told Bash then that was very likely. "Maybe she didn't mean to tell me, maybe I'm so not supposed to know. Or maybe she's fucking with me, I don't even know anything anymore, man."
The punching bit would have been funny if it weren’t accompanied with all kinds of concerning information. Bash knew what it was like to want to know more about his abilities, knew that desperation, but he also knew how wrong things could go with misplaced trust. It didn’t sound as much like someone helping Jules control her ability as it sounded like someone maybe using her for her ability, especially if people with hazmat suits were involved. “I can’t freak out about something I don’t know about,” Bash told him, feeding off Greg’s agitation. Why hadn’t Jules told him about this? Was he not trustworthy? Maybe he placed more value in their friendship than she did. Maybe he was just an ex-boyfriend. Bash scrunched his eyes up and rubbed his hands over his face, trying to bring his mind back on track. “I don’t think she’d joke about something like that. But that’s some scary shit. What if they open a portal and can’t close it? What if they let those things out again”
Greg would have disagreed about the punching being funny, vehemently so, but Bash sounded upset enough that he felt validated in his own paranoia. "I don't even know, man, I don't know anything. I'm like, is the military involved? Do they have a little task force for when things go haywire? I've played way too much Warhammer 40k not to be worried, you know? I'm just picturing all the shitty things that can go wrong and probably will go wrong. Murphy's law, right? If it can go wrong it will go wrong? We've had our share of crazy shit happening, I don't think we need more."
“I don’t think the military’s involved,” Bash said with a small frown. “I feel like… like if the government got ahold of her, she’d be gone.” Which was an unsettling thought in itself. He’d come to think that someone in the government had to know about witches, even if it wasn’t common knowledge, but what Jules could do was special. If someone got ahold of her, they’d never let her live at home and do her own thing. She’d be under observation twenty-four, seven, a danger to society. Maybe that should scare him, but instead he was scared for her. “This could be bad, man,” he said with a shake of his head. “The wrong people find out what she can do and we’ll never see her again. No one will.”
"Yeah, but can you imagine opening up portals to fucked up places without at least a private military?" Greg said and this all felt too huge to be a part of their actual lives. "I mean, I don't know much, we were both drunk and we didn't talk for long. I wasn't exactly focused, on account of her punching me in the fucking balls." He grumbled softly at the thought and flopped against the back of the couch, glaring at the tv where their game was paused. "I kinda don't even wanna talk to her again but at the same time, like, shit. It's all just too big, you know?"
Bash sometimes wondered if he’d feel differently about Jules’s ability if he’d seen it with his own eyes, like Greg and Phee had. He’d seen the side effects, had his mom taken away from him and then magically returned, but the threat of it sometimes felt too abstract to actually fear. He sat quietly for a moment, fiddling with his controller, and as the panic began to subside another conversation came back to him. Maybe Jules had told him. It hadn’t seemed like a big deal at the time, but maybe he should have seen this coming. Maybe he already knew this, except it had been framed differently. “She did mention that she’d been working with Ethan, and his uncle,” he said slowly, aware that he was having to go back on what he’d just said, that he might know something about this already. “She said she could control it now. With Ethan. She didn’t mention anything about scientists in hazmat suits, but… I got the impression it was a good thing. Better than her accidentally opening one, at least.”
"Ethan? Like the boat party Ethan?" Greg asked, eyes going wide. That guy did not look like a scientist, but maybe he was like Jules if he was helping her. That meant there were two of them and that did not make him feel any better about any of this. "I mean, I guess it's better, but it's the friggin scientists that are freaking me out. Maybe she was super exaggerating and it's just this uncle of Ethan and not like a whole team but even then, she should use her new control over it to make sure never to ever ever ever open another fucking portal again."
“Yeah, boat party Ethan,” Bash said with a little bit of a smile. Did they know any other Ethans? Jules had been hanging out with him for a while now, but maybe Greg hadn’t noticed if he’d been avoiding her. “She said, um… he’s like her? I don’t really know what that means. Maybe he can do it too, or something. She mentioned it at prom. I didn’t really press. Things seemed good and she seemed a lot better, you know?” Had she said something about opening other portals? Bash didn’t remember. What stood out was that she hadn’t seemed scared or depressed and that had mattered more in the moment.
"Yeah, she's not better," Greg sighed. "Could be Jasper too though, more than the portal thing. She's in a shitty place right now. At least she doesn't open them on purpose anymore, so that's awesome but, I don't know, the whole thing is whack." He remembered snippets of his conversation with Jules, how he'd started off being happy for her. She had said something about a research facility, but all his memories of the conversation now were colored by how manic she'd gotten and the pain he'd been in. "Oh I think she said her dad used to work for those people, the scientists. I kinda wanna sit down with her and get all the details but I don't know if she'd tell me anything sober."
“Maybe I could try talking to her,” Bash suggested, already planning to do so whether Greg wanted him to or not. He could understand why Jules didn’t want to talk about her breakup, and he’d give her that, but hopefully she’d be willing to tell him a little more about what she and Ethan were doing with her abilities. Maybe it wasn’t as big a deal as Greg was making it out to be. At least, he hoped that wasn’t the case, because if it was, then he was well out of his league. He didn’t even have a handle on his own powers, so he probably shouldn’t go telling anyone else how to handle theirs. “I know her dad died when she was little. And I think she said that’s how she met Ethan, that their dads used to work together.”
"Probably better if you do it, yeah," Greg sighed, though he wished he could be a fly on the wall since he knew Bash would never tell him everything Jules told him. Not from any desire to keep secrets, people just never remembered everything and he might pick up on something important Bash might dismiss. "I wish you could like, record it," he muttered. "Or we could like talk to her together and - no, she'd probably feels super ganged up on or something." He suddenly didn't want to talk about Jules anymore, picking up the controller and fiddling with the buttons without really doing anything. "But yeah, you should definitely talk to her, check in, you know? Make sure she's not spiralling."
Bash’s brows rose at the mention of recording it, his expression clearly saying that was out of the question before Greg moved on to other options. “Yeah, I think it’ll feel like a confrontation if it’s both of us.” Even asking about it alone could be tricky, since it would be obvious that Greg was the one that brought it all to Bash’s attention. He didn’t know about Jules, but he always got touchy when he knew his friends had been talking about him. It was a thing that happened, he was just as guilty of it, but it still made him worry. “We’ll talk. I’ll let you know how it goes. Maybe it’s nothing,” he said, trying to be optimistic. “Anything else bothering you?”
Greg huffed softly. It felt like so many things were bothering him these days, too many secrets, too many problems, too many potential problems. But no, he had nothing else to really bitch about and things were good for the most part. Phee was amazing, but he felt like shit not telling her what had happened. "If I tell Phee about all this, it'll just be bad, right?" he said, hoping Bash had better insight into how she would react to it. "I don't wanna start up some major drama between her and Jules and I don't want to freak her out, but I also hate keeping secrets from her."
Bash cringed. It was a hard enough call if Greg was just speaking about telling his girlfriend, but with it being Phee, Bash felt like making the wrong call could blow up on both of them. “I dunno, man. I feel like you’re screwed either way. Secrets suck like that. Guess it depends on if you want to let it drop or not. If things blow up with Jules, you’re gonna have to tell her what happened. But if things calm down… I dunno.” If it were him, he’d want to tell Theo. Hell, Theo probably would’ve been the first person he told. But he also wasn’t worried about Theo starting drama with anyone. Girls could be so much more finicky about things like that.
"Your sister is fierce," Greg said and it was obviously something he admired in her but in this case it could be a problem. "I'm just worried she'll make Jules eat dirt if she knows. Like literally fill her mouth with magic dirt or something." He remembered when he thought Phee was just a sweet and bashful little girl. It felt like years ago now and did in no way reflect the reality of his girlfriend. "I don't' want to start some crazy girl on girl wars, especially not between a witch and... whatever the hell Jules is."
“She wouldn’t do that,” Bash said in all seriousness. “Just like Jules wouldn’t throw her in a portal to some other world.” He wondered sometimes if Greg really feared these things might happen, because his fears weren’t completely unfounded. Jules had locked a dozen or so people in another world, but it hadn’t been on impulse, just because they’d pissed her off. It had been a way of saving everyone else. If Bash could see that, when his own mother was one of the number, then he thought Greg should too. “The worst that can happen is they bitch at each other. There’s not even school to worry about.”
Greg's imagination could run off with him and it was hard to tell which parts of what he imagined could come true and right now he could easily believe Phee would hurt Jules for daring to lay a hand on her man. He gave Bash a doubtful look, then sighed and shrugged. "You're probably right. She'd be way more subtle about it." Unless she just got too pissed to do subtle. He'd never really seen Phee angry - frustrated at him and Bash didn't really count as anger - but he knew there was fire in his earth-witch's blood.
Bash thought Phee was probably like him when it came to being pissed—she didn’t often blow up in her own defense, but when it came to the people she loved she had the potential to lash out. And yet, he still didn’t think she would lash out magically. They’d been taught so heavily against it, it didn’t even come to Bash naturally. The magic might bubble to the surface, it might turn the air cold, but he wouldn’t strike with it. He didn’t think Phee would either. But he could see how Greg would worry about it, especially since Phee would regret it later. “Maybe, if you tell her, make sure Jules isn’t around. Give her time to cool down before there’s any kind of confrontation.”
Greg puffed his cheeks. "Oh fuck yeah, I'm not starting a war. I'll tell her on a day trip to Portland or something. No hexing mutual friends, please." He didn't even know if Phee could do that but he could too easily imagine it and it was not good. The more he thought about it he didn't feel like she had to know about the punching, that was just a stupid moment between him and Jules and if it happened again he wouldn't let it slide. "I just know if some asshole punched Phee, I'd kill him."
“Except you wouldn’t really,” Bash pointed out, pretty sure that Greg wouldn’t actually murder someone for assaulting his sister. He might want to, and Bash would happily join him in that crusade, but in reality that was too extreme a reaction. “Also, not quite the same—an asshole punching Phee and Jules punching you, even in the nuts.” He was sure it hurt, but he’d clearly survived the incident. More than that, Greg had been able to walk away and no one had known until he’d told Bash. That didn’t make it okay, but he thought it might not be as big a deal as the conversation that went with the punching. “Look, it’s up to you if you want to tell her. I just know you hate secrets. So if you don’t, you can’t let it eat at you. She’ll know something’s up.”
"Well, no," Greg sighed. "But I'd at least break his nose. Unless it was a girl." He frowned and dropped his controller again. "Does that make me sexist? Not wanting to punch a girl even if she punched my girlfriend? What the fuck would I do if a girl punched Phee? Fuck!" He was channeling all his frustration into this annoying question now, running his fingers through his hair and feeling stupidly agitated. "Jules did offer me to punch her in the tit, so you know, maybe I'd do that."
“Greg! You’re not gonna punch a girl!” Bash said with a half a laugh. “It doesn’t make you sexist. It means you’re not the kind of asshole who beats up on someone weaker than you. Not that Jules is weak, but physically, yeah, you could crush her. So I don’t care where she says you can punch her, you don’t do it!” It was such a bizarre conversation to have because he was sure Greg knew this and would never actually hit Jules. “Honestly? If a girl hits Phee, you break up the fight. You take care of Phee. But for fuck’s sake, don’t get in the middle of it.”
"I mean, if it was just some girl from school, I wouldn't punch her," Greg said with a grin and they were so far off topic now and the conversation had gone the way of rambly nonsense which was kind of exactly what he needed. "But if it was like Rhonda Rousey or something, you bet your ass I would. Not all girls are weaker than me. She'd kick my ass but it'd be worth it, if she punched my girlfriend, I'd punch her back. Besides, Phee can hold her own against some teenage girl, she doesn't need me to back her up."
“Rhonda would turn you into a puddle of Greg. We’d need a mop to get you up off the floor,” Bash snorted in amusement. “There are situations in which you could punch a girl. But they are few and far between. And I’d still try to avoid them because you know it’s gonna come back at you, even when it’s justified. Even if it’s Rhonda. Even if she punches you first!” He liked these unlikely scenarios far better than the ones that involved his friends. He knew that people could be unpredictable if their temper snapped, even himself, but if they could avoid that, they should.
"It'd be an honor to be puddle-fied by Rhonda," Greg snickered and he felt the same, hypothetical situations that would never ever happen were far better than fretting about the too real crazy shit happening in their lives. In all honesty he'd probably never punch a girl, unless she turned into some howling monster - literally - and that meant it wasn't really a girl. He was sure Bash knew that having known him his whole life so he didn't feel the urge to make sure he did. "Strong girls are just yes."
“They’re just yes?” Bash grinned, copying Greg’s tone. “What’s that mean?” He could guess, but if he understood Greg right, he wasn’t sure he would agree, so he didn’t want to assume. It felt close to normal though, talking about girls, something they’d done all the time before Bash had come out and things had gotten weird. He wasn’t sure which had upset the balance because everything seemed to have happened all at once. Instead of girls, they’d started worrying about the fog and the monsters in it and being possessed. It made normal high school conversation seem so tame and boring, but sometimes he missed it.
"Don't tell me you're too gay now to know what that means," Greg teased him with a cock of a brow. "Means I like them, dumbass. I mean they don't have to be super buff or anything, strong girls just got that thing. Your sister has it." He smirked, sure Bash did not want to know anything about his attraction to Phee. "She's not as sweet and demure as she made me think she was all those years." And she wasn't petite, Greg was pretty sure that had a lot to do with it. She fired up a flame in him that his skinny exes never had managed start and partially it came down to how curvy she was.
“I’m not too gay to know what that means,” Bash said with a roll of his eyes, then grinned as he leaned back and set his controller aside. “The clarification matters though. I have zero interest in buff girls. If they can bench press me? No, thank you. But strong in other ways is different. I always liked girls that could hold their own. Sweet and demure is just kinda meh.” He’d rather be with a spitfire than a doormat, if it came down to it. And if he was honest, it one of the things that attracted him to Jules, but he didn’t say so. “Phee’s always been strong,” he shrugged. “She just wasn’t always good at showing it. The more time you spend with her, the easier it is to see.”
"May I remind you, you don't like girls," Greg teased him. "But yeah, same. Phee can be sweet and demure, she's just not always like that and she can be tough too. I don't like girls who are all about a fight all the time either, that would drive me crazy. Constant drama, you know? Gross." He didn't want to gush too much about Phee because Bash probably didn't want to hear that, but he really thought she was perfect for him and he hoped that would never change. Probably unrealistic but he could still hope. "I'm craving snacks. You want some?" he asked as he started getting up.
“I like some girls,” Bash shrugged. “I mean, sometimes. Like, they’re fun to kiss. They’re not my preference, but I…” He trailed off, not sure where hew as going with that or how to explain what was in his head. There were girls he found more attractive than others, some he would even consider fooling around with. Of course, he might just embarrass himself, but he found that less of a worry now that he was out. It was all theoretical anyways, because he had Theo. It wasn’t worth ruining a good thing for a little experimentation. “I could do without the drama, but I could use a drink,” he smiled. “Maybe a Coke and some chips?”
"So you like guys but you still like kissing girls sometimes," Greg said with a knowing smirk as he got up. "Sounds like you got a lot in common with your sister." He tittered as he wandered off to the little kitchen area to get them some snacks. He was feeling a little better now, which was absolutely the benefit of having a best friend. He could unload, vent, fret and then let go for a while. Maybe they could finish this damn level of the game at least before their next existential crisis.
Bash snorted in amusement because, yeah, that sounded about right. It was something he hadn’t expected to have in common with his sister and he still found it amusing. “You okay with that?” he asked, more curious about Greg’s feelings on the matter. Not on his mild interest in girls, but in Phee’s. “She told me about Jen,” he added, just so Greg wouldn’t have to figure that part out on his own. Secrets were a pain in the ass, so he was glad that this wasn’t another to add to the list.
Greg couldn't deny that he was curious about what Phee might have told Bash, maybe something she hadn't told him because of course he was a little bit insecure about it. His girlfriend had kissed another girl, with his blessing of course but still. "Yeah," he said as he brought the snacks back to the sofa table and set the bowls down. "I mean, as long as she doesn't go full on gay, I can't compete with that." He flung himself back on the couch once everything was settled on the table, then reached for a glass to pour himself some soda. "I mean, it's hot. Girls kissing girls. That night was kinda crazy too. What did she tell you?"
Bash seriously doubted Greg had to worry about Phee going ‘full on gay’ and rolled his eyes at the thought. It seemed as likely as him suddenly becoming straight. “She just said that she kissed her. With your permission, of course. And that you have absolutely nothing to worry about,” he said, reaching for a chip. “Are you worried?” Because, if it were him, he would be. Theo had never shown any interest in anyone else, but Bash knew that if he suddenly missed fucking girls that there wasn’t much he could do about it. It wasn’t something he was necessarily insecure about, but sharing only appealed to him if he was part of the equation.
"Naaah," Greg drawled. "Maybe if she started neglecting me and spending all her time with Jen, I'd be like 'whoa', you know? But she's plenty into me and we've got a good thing going. However!" He paused for dramatic effect, grabbing a fistful of chips. "If she wants a threesome, I don't know, man. That's like the dream, right? But Jen is a little scary." He was half joking, but only half because Jen was weird. He liked her just fine, but he wasn't so sure he wanted her anywhere near his dick, even if they were both focused on Phee.
“I dunno. I think Jen would be fun,” Bash snickered. Maybe he was wrong, but one moment stood out to him, a discussion on Halloween where Jen had stared him down and made him squirm. Something told him that if she was into it, it’d be a good time. “But realistically, that’s not something you should do unless you were both into it, so you’d have to say no.” It was hard for Bash to imagine Phee wanting a threesome anyways, but that was probably because she was his sister. The whole conversation was easier to manage if he pretended someone else was in the equation.
"Do I want to be the guy who says no to a threesome with two girls?" Greg said and squinted at the TV as he thought about it. "Nope. Nope nope. If Phee suggests it, I'm all in. Jen or not." He grinned at Bash and right now it was all hypothetical, maybe he'd be totally into it if the opportunity presented itself; he sure as hell wasn't adverse to watching them kiss.
“You’re crazy,” Bash snickered. “I dunno. Sometimes I think it’d be fun, but then sometimes I think I’d be crazy jealous. I don’t think I could handle Theo kissing a girl. But maybe that’s different. It’s all flip-flopped.” Theo kissing a girl wouldn’t be an experiment. He’d been with plenty of girls. He wasn’t even sure it would be a turn on, unless it was someone Bash was attracted to himself. It made the situation even less likely, but that was okay. No one said fantasies had to be rooted in reality.
"Theo kissing a guy you're also super into though," Greg pointed out. "I mean, if it's a girl you're kinda 'eh' about it, right? But what if it was like... Some hot dude? Like celebrity level hot. And you got to kiss him too." He couldn't blame Bash if the answer was still no, he wasn't super into the threesome thing either. It just seemed overly complicated when he really thought about it. It was however one of those things he sometimes felt like he should experience, even if it was only once. Like a college thing - only he wasn't going to college.
“I mean, how do you say no to that?” Bash grinned. “Especially if I get to kiss him too. You add celebrity crushes in there and I feel like that’s a whole other game. Like, Chris Evans. Who am I to deny him Captain America’s ass?” Just saying it made him break down in a fit of giggles. He wasn’t even sure if Captain America would bottom or not. Was that even a realistic question? Did it matter? He wasn’t sure if there was ever a situation in which Theo would switch, but if it were him, that would be it.
Greg was sure it was different with gay people, the thought of Phee making out with some super hot actor turned his stomach but an actress was a totally different story. Maybe if he was bi he'd feel differently or maybe he had no clue about how anyone would feel in a situation like that. "Not a question of denying him anything, you're allowed to want to keep him to yourself," he said, amused at Bash's laughing. "Some people have like... a list of people they're allowed to cheat with and that's just, that's fucking weird."
“It’s weird if they’re serious about it, yeah,” Bash agreed. “But I always thought the list was meant to be made of celebrities—people you’d never even meet, let alone have a chance with. If your significant other makes a list like that and it’s people you know in real life, it’s probably not a good sign.” Truthfully, being cheated on in any way, even from someone off a list, would be so devastating he doubted the relationship would last. Even if it was Captain America. He couldn’t imagine actually wanting someone more than Theo, and he wanted it to be the same in reverse.
"Yeah, yeah it's a celebrity list," Greg replied with a shrug. "But imagine if you did meet that person, suddenly it's cool to cheat? They're just people, really rich and good looking people. Imagine if Theo went to some convention and when he came home he was all 'hey, guess what, I had Captain America's ass', that'd be really nuts. Threesome's one thing but fucking someone else? Not cool."
“Oh, yeah, I’d freak out,” Bash agreed. “It wouldn’t matter if it was a one time thing. I don’t really wanna share him with anyone.” He wasn’t even sure he’d be okay with it in a threesome—it was hot to fantasize about, but if it actually happened he wasn’t all that sure he’d enjoy it. It would be hard not to compare himself to the other person, to wonder if Theo wanted to be with them instead of him. He didn’t think he was a jealous person, but he’d never actually had to deal with it. “I’d wanna be it for him, you know? Otherwise I’d spend my time wondering when he’d get bored or find someone better.”
Greg frowned and made a little 'blech' sound because that was kind of relatable. He didn't really want to think about Phee getting over him and finding someone else. It wasn't so much that he feared they'd be better than him, his ego was pretty good that way, but he knew friendships and relationships ended for a variety of reasons and thinking of Phee with anyone else put a sour taste in his mouth. "You ready for another round?" he asked with an up-nod at the TV, the topic getting a little too heavy again.
Heavy talk about relationships was something Bash had been avoiding at all fronts, so he was fine putting the conversation to the side. He’d rather not think about how much it would hurt if Theo cheated on him or left him for someone else, even if he knew it would hurt regardless of why they broke up. It just seemed that much more devastating if another person was involved. Bash took a deep breath and nodded his head. “Yeah,” he smiled. “I need another chance to kick your ass.”