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“You will. The highs and lows don’t always come where you expect. I’ve got to say,” he went on, turning on his side so he could see her. “Everything Ritchie said about you was true. You’re an unexpected, raw talent. You’re a bit special.”

  “Oh. Thanks.”

  “Are you sure you don’t want to do the tour with us?”

  That had always been the plan - she would only do Edinburgh, there had always been an abridged version for the countrywide run - her role was reduced and they’d take it in turns to play the extra characters, making much more work for themselves. Siobhan already had a PGCE place offer for October, or an internship at the Christian radio station in her parents’ village. Neither prospect was very enticing, but sensible, given the dearth of work out there in her narrow field.

  “Pay’s not great, I know. But it’s experience. We don’t mind splitting whatever we get with you, helping you find paid spots along the way. If people hadn’t been kind to us when we were your age, we might not be where we are now - generally in debt, but fucking ecstatic 95% of the time.”

  “You’re not... really selling it, are you?”

  “You either want to, or you don’t.” He placed his hand flat against her stomach. “How does it feel, here?”

  Like she’d swallowed a slowly dying frog. His hand felt extraordinarily warm.

  Ritchie watched them as he walked back into the open. In the early hours a few nights back, he’d left Siobhan starfished across the bed and made his way to the front room for a smoke. Daniel was still up, watching Man V Food and eating sherbet.

  “Caning the white stuff again?”

  Daniel didn’t reply. After he’d opened the window and lit his cigarette, Ritchie tried again.

  “Everything alright? Not like you to be up at this hour.”

  “No. Just not tired.”

  “No offence mate, but you look dog rough.”

  “Cheers.”

  “Like you’ve seen a ghost or something. What happened?”

  There was a drowsy pause as Daniel weighed up the pro’s and cons of admitting what he’d seen passing their bedroom door a few hours earlier.

  “Maybe lock your bedroom door, alright?” He said simply, after a while, then got up to get himself a drink.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  The realisation dawned on him before he could get the words out.

  “Oh. Shit.”

  “It’s fine.”

  “No, mate. Shit. We didn’t realise. Got carried away. You know how it is. Sorry.” He stumbled over his words. Daniel came back with his mug and returned to his place on the sofa.

  “Fair play to you, your girlfriend’s got great tits.” he took a sip of his tea.

  “I know.” Ritchie frowned.

  “Nice girl too, obviously.”

  Ritchie didn’t reply for a long time. He was thinking, and it hurt.

  “How long did it take you to walk past the door?”

  Daniel rolled his eyes. “I didn’t stick my dick in her mouth while you couldn’t see, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  Ritchie gave him a long look. “Do you want to have sex with my girlfriend?”

  Daniel twitched, and chewed on his licorice stick. “Doesn’t really matter what I want to do. She’s your girlfriend. Off limits.” Sipped some more tea.

  “Best mates might have occasion to share.”

  Daniel raised an eyebrow.

  “Again?”

  “Everyone deserves a second chance. Or a comeback.”

  On Arthur’s Seat, the sun preparing to reappear, Siobhan found herself sandwiched between two warm bodies once more. Only now she was definitely, positively awake. Daniel had moved ever so slowly into her personal space until their knees were touching, and Ritchie lay down behind her, his lips at her neck.

  “What do you two want now?” She muttered, eyes closed.

  “What do you think?”

  She had an idea, but didn’t want to assume.

  “I do listen, you know. If you still want to.”

  “I’m completely up for this too, in case you were wondering.” added Daniel from somewhere near her navel, fumbling with the buttons of her jeans.

  “So, shall we?”

  People who go on about ‘loaded questions’ didn’t know the half of it. Here she was, being offered something that had festered in the darkest corner of her subconscious and only surfaced at the most inappropriate times. Essentially being offered two men on a plate. No strings. Just safety. Nothing to worry about. So why wasn’t she saying yes?

  “Are you sure, sure?” she whispered finally, reaching behind her to hold Ritchie closer.

  “We have previous, you know.”

  “Five star reviews, even. We’re very, very good.”

  Her jumper was baggy enough for Daniel to work his head under, and with her jeans around her knees he easily pulled her knickers aside to slip two fingers inside her as he fumbled blindly for her nipples in the woollen darkness, with Ritchie pressed hard against her, and leaning forward to whisper,

  “I know we’ve never discussed it, but how do you feel about anal?”

  Everything; at that point she wanted everything. Anything.

  “Yes please.”

  It seemed to be happening in super slow motion. Ritchie lifted her arms to take off her jumper and Daniel’s head reappeared, still pressed against her cleavage. He removed his fingers from her cunt and stuck them in his mouth abruptly, unbuckling his own belt with his free hand and lying back on the grass. Siobhan steadied herself against him, and after taking a deep breath in anticipation, watched as he exposed himself to the cooling Scottish air. Her only fleeting thought was that all things considered, it would probably be less painful if he was the one with his hand in the small of her back working spit into his cock instead of Ritchie, before opening her mouth and going for it. There was a triplicate of noise - Daniel moaning as she swallowed him whole - her best trick, forever and ever - Ritchie muttering “Here we go, let me know if it hurts, ok?” And her own throat giving way in a wholly unexpected way, as the pain became pleasure and she felt her lips catching the tangled hair at the base of Daniel’s erection.

  Even as he felt her accepting him, Ritchie kept a steady, almost hypnotically slow pace behind her, and would have kept this up until she briefly raised her head from Daniel’s lap to call over her shoulder. “Harder, please!” in a voice that sounded very different to her own. Both men found themselves painfully turned on by this, and increased their pace, shuttling her between them. Daniel grabbed her hair in his fist and held her head as she sucked, licked and tried her hardest not to lose consciousness so she could remember every single second of the experience. Daniel did appear far more masterful than Ritchie; keener on words.

  “Fuck. Fuck, yes. That’s perfect. Oh Jesus that’s fucking incredible.” But he stopped short of directing the epithets directly at her - mindful even when racked with pleasure that she wasn’t his to name. Ritchie was noisy but completely different, wordless by comparison, and keener to have her mouth engaged with his, rather than any other part of his body. Obviously this wasn’t quite possible with Daniel. She felt Ritchie building speed, reaching round to take her damp flesh in his hands and taking a slight lull in proceedings as his cue to whisper decisively in her ear “I love you now, more than ever.” then nipped his teeth against the curve of her ear as she felt him coming inside her, which was another peculiar sensation.

  Moments later, when Daniel flooded her mouth and held her chin so he could watch her swallow it, she considered the differences again. Definitely tasted more the same than different, which amused her no end as she rolled over onto her back, panting and slightly dizzy, staring at the stars once more.

  Having tidied themselves up, the boys came and lay
down on either side of her again, all three in a row like grubby paper dolls. There was only silence. And the sheep, evidently disturbed by their presence. Nothing else was needed. As their heart rates slowed and steadied, Siobhan let her hands drop from where they crossed over her stomach, and the boys, overcome with warmth and love, took them and held them tightly, as they waited for the sun to rise.

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