"Steeeve," Eddie whines as Metallica comes to a sudden halt, only to be replaced with Queen. He doesn't even hate Queen, but mid-album? Mid-song? He's completely thrown off the immaculate make out vibes and he probably doesn't even get why!

Not that he's gonna let that stop them. Billy's quick to deepen the kiss and Eddie forgets all about Freddie Mercury's crooning as he sighs into it. Wrapping his thighs around Billy's hips, he wonders just how quickly they can convince Steve to give in.

Being in between the two of them is not a place Eddie ever could've expected to find himself, but it's also much more glorious than he could've hoped. There's probably something to be said about liking the way Steve and Billy push him around as much as he does, but does it really matter? He's already a freak and that's without anyone knowing he's queer, let alone whatever gets his rocks off. Weird is weird, but he's managed to hook two of the most popular guys he knows anyway, so what does that say about them?

"His loss," he laughs, leaning back to look over his shoulder at Steve, still poolside. "Hey, rich boy, y'wanna make yourself useful and grab us a couple more beers?" He bats his lashes just to be extra bratty about it.