By the time Julien and I got back to the apartment, I could feel how different my hole was after being opened up by Julien. My hole still felt strange in the aftermath of the hydrotherapy center : loose, warm, overly aware of the water drips that were escaping it, coating my undies. As if I was leaking cum?
The apartment, meanwhile, smelled like
Which was fitting, because Greg himself was standing in the middle of the living room in one of his ridiculous tank tops and a pair of loose sports shorts, arms crossed in front of the giant whiteboard hanging near the kitchen.
The RULES board.
He had actually added today’s date in red marker.
He looked up as we entered:
“Well, well. The aquatic duo returns.”
Julien immediately dropped his swim bag near the couch.
“Yo.”
Greg pointed dramatically at the board like a military commander about to announce wartime procedures:
“I was just about to summon Curvy for our second roommate council.”
The seriousness in his tone made it ten times funnier considering he was barefoot and holding a spoon.
“Thank you for setting all this up.” I said, looking at the glasses and the bowls filled with veggies on the table.
“That’s my job,” Greg answered gravely. “Today’s an important one.”
Julien snorted behind me.
I slipped off my shoes near the entrance and glanced toward Adrien’s closed bedroom door at the end of the hallway. Still shut. Same as yesterday.
“I can go talk to him,” I offered quietly.
Greg raised an eyebrow:
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Maybe it’ll go smoother.”
“Good luck, diplomat.” Said Julien while taking a seat on the orange couch.
I ignored him and walked down the hallway.
When I reached Adrien’s door, I hesitated a second before knocking gently.
No answer.
I waited.
Then, faintly, I heard music through the wood. Slow music. Something soft and atmospheric.
Of course.
I knocked again, a little closer this time:
“Adrien? You there?”
Still nothing.
I leaned slightly against the frame.
“Hey… it’s me.”
The music kept playing.
For a second I wondered if he was pretending not to be there, until I finally heard movement inside. Barely audible.
“I know things are weird,” I said carefully. “But… I’d still like to see you tonight. Even after everything.”
Finally, his voice. Muffled through the door:
“I’m not feeling great.”
There was something tired in the way he said it.
“Not in the mood for some a roommate council either.”
I glanced back toward the living room where I could already hear Julien laughing at something Greg said.
“Are you feeling sick?,” I replied. “Could fetch you some meds if you want.”
“No… it’s not that.”
“So? We could cheer your up then.”
No answer.
I sighed softly.
“Come on, Adrien…”
Still nothing.
And then heavy footsteps approached behind me.
Of course.
Greg.
The rugby player planted himself beside me like he was positioning troops before an assault.
Without hesitation, he banged loudly on the door:
“CURVY.”
Jesus Christ.
“Everyone has to participate,” Greg declared in his deep captain voice. “You live here. Stop bitching around and come face your duties.”
I physically watched the hallway vibrate.
Then Greg added:
“Steph has things to say to us.”
I turned bright red instantly:
“Greg...”
“What? It’s true.”
Inside the room, silence.
Then finally:
“…You’re both unbearable.”
Greg grinned at me proudly, arms crossing over his huge pecs:
See? his face seemed to say. Professional work.
A lock clicked.
The door opened slowly.
Adrien appeared in oversized dark t-shirt and some loose boxers. He looked exhausted… but at least he was there. From the corner of my eyes, I spotted that his room was as messy as his dark hair.
Greg immediately slapped his shoulder.
“Excellent. C’mon big guy. I’ve made some tacos for us.”
Adrien looked at me instead.
And for the first time since yesterday, he actually smiled a little.
Greg planted himself in front of the whiteboard like a coach, he somehow managed to look both ridiculous and terrifyingly official at the same time. Julien was sprawled across the couch with the relaxed posture while Adrien sat farther away, hood up despite the warmth of the apartment, one leg bouncing slightly. And me?
I was already regretting starting the whole thing.
Greg cleared his throat dramatically :
“Second council session since Steph arrived,” he announced. “Thursday evening.”
Julien immediately started clapping.
“Thank you, thank you,” Greg continued with exaggerated authority, pointing at the board with his marker. “Tonight’s topic: potential modification of the established rules.”
He turned toward me :
“Steph requested this meeting. Which means we are here to listen, debate, and vote like civilized roommates.”
I’m not gonna survive this meeting.
Greg stepped aside with a flourish.
“The floor is yours.”
I stood up slowly while he came to sit between Julien and Adrien, taking up about one and a half cushions in the process. The couch visibly dipped under his weight. Greg quickly got both arms around his roommates, as if he asserted this dominance with his body only.
Julien gave me an encouraging grin, Adrien avoided my eyes at first.
I grabbed the marker, suddenly very aware that three guys were staring at me while I stood there like a nervous substitute teacher in front of three difficult students.
“Uh… okay. Thanks for joining guys. I’ve been thinking a lot lately. So many things have happened since I moved in.”
I rubbed the back of my neck.
“And... my bilan for the week is kinda messy.”
Julien snorted immediately:
“Bro said bilan.”
“Shut up.”
Greg tapped Julien’s cheek. Like if he was about to slap him.
“Don’t interrupt.”
“Sorry monsieur le président.”
I took a breath, what I was about to tell them was not easy:
“I like living with you guys. Seriously.” I glanced at each of them briefly. “And honestly… I’ve liked everything we’ve shared lately. But…”
The room quieted almost instantly.
“But I was truly feeling exhausted. The last few days.”
I could feel the mood in the room had changed. Avoiding their gazes, I looked down at the marker in my hands :
“Sometimes there are multiple… sessions in the same day and I didn’t really realize how much space it was taking in my head recently.”
And in my body.
Nobody joked anymore. Even Julien stayed silent.
“I feel like lately I spend more time organizing my schedule around you three than around my actual studies.” I laughed awkwardly. “Again… I like spending time with you guys, but… that’s probably not the best if I want to work.”
I could actually feel it: they understood.
I clicked the marker nervously.
“So… I was thinking maybe we should add a new rule.”
Greg straightened immediately :
“Fifth rule,” he said gravely.
Julien whispered:
“Holy shit.”
I rolled my eyes.
“The idea would basically be…” I hesitated. “That only one of you gets to mess around with me per day.”
Silence.
Julien blinked while Greg frowned thoughtfully like he was analyzing the whole affair. Adrien’s bouncing leg stopped completely.
I continued carefully:
“Not because I want distance or anything. I just think maybe things got… intense too fast.”
That sentence made Adrien nod.
“To be fair,” Julien suddenly said, “there was that incident in your room with me and Greg. Maybe that was too much.”
Greg immediately pointed at him.
“Unplanned circumstance.”
“You pinned me against his ass dude.”
“Allegedly. And you seemed to like it, bro.”
“And you fucking interrupted us, that’s against the third rule!”
“It wasn’t closed.”
Again...
I pressed both hands against my face, already feeling the conversation spiraling out of control again.
“I swear, you two need to calm down,” I said. “I didn’t say that evening was the problem. Honestly… it’s kind of the opposite.”
That instantly stopped the bickering between the rugby player and the swimmer. Adrien looked alert all of a sudden, even though he’d barely spoken until now.
“I seriously thought one guy per day would already be enough,” I continued. “But then I realized there are three of you, so the math gets weird over a seven-day week. I figured maybe I’d need an actual rest day. Sunday, for example.”
“Oh, the Lord’s day!” Julien snickered right before Greg smacked him lightly across the cheek again.
“Aïe, brute!”
“And then… thinking back about that thing with Greg and Julien in my room, I suddenly started wondering if maybe I wanted to try other stuff too.”
Greg frowned, clearly lost now:
“So what are we doing exactly? One per day, or double sessions?”
I sighed:
“To be honest… after going to the hydrotherapy center with Julien this afternoon, I actually felt better. Like… refreshed. Like the marathon since the last council had finally slowed down a little.”
I also kept thinking about the story he’d told me earlier. The way the three of them had met. It was weirdly touching. The images were still stuck in my head. I couldn’t quite look at them the same way anymore.
“So I don’t really know what to think right now,” I admitted. “Maybe I just needed one day off.”
A collective sigh filled the room.
“Oh, if that’s all, then yeah, that sounds reasonable,” Julien said immediately. “And I can bring you back to the center anytime, mec.”
“Yep. Recovery matters,” Greg added with a thoughtful nod. “Otherwise we risk cramps. And we definitely don’t want you cramping up, right guys?”
Even Adrien let out a muffled laugh.
“So Sunday becomes your rest day?” Julien asked cautiously, like the idea of having less access to me genuinely worried him. “And after that?”
“Maybe. Or actually… maybe Monday makes more sense,” I said. “It’s the start of the week for me, and I’d rather enjoy the weekend with you guys. That feels more logical.”
“Flawless logic,” Greg declared before turning slightly toward Adrien. “You approve?”
Adrien avoided his gaze before finally speaking:
“If that’s what he wants.”
“Perfect. And you, swimmer boy?”
Julien answered instantly, amused:
“Sure. Monday evenings I usually have band rehearsal anyway, so it barely changes anything for me.”
“Then it’s settled. You can write rule number five on the board.”
“Wait,” Adrien interrupted suddenly.
Silence.
“Yes…?” I asked, almost worried by how quickly he’d reacted.
“You didn’t let Steph finish,” he said quietly. “You mentioned something before. About wanting to try other things.”
Gulps.
Right.
About that weird almost-threesome situation with Big G and Julien.
I had been about to bring it up, but…
I had no idea how Adrien would react.
I searched his expression for approval. He looked tired. Almost damp-eyed. Had he been crying earlier in his room? Either way, he seemed to understand exactly where I was going with this.
“Well?” Greg said, curious now. “We’re listening.”
I felt cornered all over again, but if Adrien had brought it back up himself, maybe he wasn’t against it. Maybe part of him secretly wanted me to say it out loud.
“Yeah, uh… well. I was thinking about changing rule three too.”
“Oh?” Greg sounded like he was grinning already. “How so?”
I played nervously with the marker cap before finally looking at them.
“I was thinking that sometimes… if the context felt right… maybe we could do things with more than two people. Like… group sessions.”
The suggestion dropped into the room like an exam question nobody had prepared for.
“So wait,” Julien asked immediately, sounding mildly offended already, “does that mean one session would count for two people at once?”
“I… guess?” I admitted. “Honestly I didn’t think through the logistics.”
“As long as everyone agrees,” Greg said calmly. “Then we can modify rule three.”
Adrien suddenly stood up.
“Finish without me.”
Shit.
“What? Wait—”
“Eh!” Julien looked just as surprised as I was.
“You haven’t voted yet,” Greg insisted, sitting straighter on the couch.
“I’m in favor,” Adrien replied flatly. “Now I’m tired. Let me go to bed.”
“Adrien.”
My voice came out weaker than I wanted.
Like part of me already knew it wouldn’t change anything.
“Sorry guys. I’m not feeling great tonight.”
And then he was gone.
I didn’t dare follow him to his room. He looked determined. A few seconds later, his footsteps faded down the hallway, followed by the slow sound of his bedroom door closing.
“Putain…” Julien muttered. “What do we do?”
“We let him think,” Greg answered firmly as he stood up. “No point pushing.”
Then he looked at me.
“Good job.”
That was aimed at me. He held out his hand and for half a second I thought he wanted a handshake, like two athletes after a match. Instead he took the marker out of my fingers and stepped close enough to gently nudge me aside so he could write on the board himself.
New rules were being born.
“I’ve got a simpler version,” he announced. “Rule three stops being ‘Respect closed doors. No interruptions.’ Instead it becomes: ‘Ask permission before joining an ongoing session.’ Better that way.”
“Yep,” Julien approved while pouring himself a drink. “So what about rule five?”
“Each roommate gets two passes per week. Mondays are session-free.”
“Eh. That’s technically two rules.”
“Then we make a sixth one!” Greg shot back immediately.
“Oh my god, guys.”
That finally stopped them.
“Don’t over-complicate it,” I said. “As long as everybody understands and agrees, the details don’t really matter.”
I stepped away from the board and started picking up the bowls and glasses on the table.
“What are you doing?” Greg asked seriously.
“Cleaning up? Council’s over, isn’t it?”
“We haven’t finished writing the rules. And we have to chose which days are for which roommates.”
Damn it.
He was right again.
“We'll figure out later . On the group chat. Sorry.”
Greg was annoyingly right about almost everything.
"You're not hungry man?"
“Oh... keep me some leftovers around. I'll eat them. Thanks,” I sighed. “I think I’m gonna crash too. See you tomorrow.”
“Night, then.” Greg said, visibly disappointed I was not staying.
“Night Steph,” Julien called from the kitchen with a lazy wave. "Sleep well."
Since showering again felt pointless after spending half the afternoon underwater already, I just changed into my boxers and climbed straight into bed with one of my textbooks.
The evening had been intense.
And Adrien’s reaction…
Honestly, predictable.
I should’ve trusted my instincts and held back.
Of course he wouldn’t like the idea of group stuff.
Adrien felt solitary somehow.
And considering how insecure he seemed about his dick… maybe the whole comparison aspect bothered him too.
Still, he’d insisted that I bring it up.
Why?
Maybe he was testing me.
I tried distracting myself with my ancient geopolitical administration coursework, which worked surprisingly well for a while, but Adrien’s pale expression kept drifting back into my thoughts.
What’s going on with you, Adrien?
I didn’t want to bother him this late.
But just as I was about to turn off the light, my phone buzzed.
I grabbed it immediately.
I already knew it was him.
A private message.
Simple.
Almost like a call for help:
“I can’t sleep.”
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