(I don't really write pervy stuff... but here's a little bit, I guess?) 

The feeling of the bed rocking brought Fox slowly out of his sleep-induced coma. His eyes were blurry as they creaked open, but no matter how many times he blinked, he couldn't get the images in front of him to clear. 

It was obvious who it was, though. There were only two other people in the bed. 

Holding his breath, he watched as the blurry figure on top rocked against the smaller figure on the bottom. The sounds from the bottom person were growing higher pitched with each push from the upper, while the person on top grunted with more effort during each motion of his hips. 

The whole scene, though blurry, made Fox's mouth dry as he tried to swallow down saliva that had suddenly vanished. 

"Mm, little Fox..." 

Fox blinked, confused as to where the voice was coming from. Neither of the two people before him paid him any mind. They were clearly far too distracted with each other. 

"Fox, can you wake up for me?" 

Amos? 

Blinking, Fox slowly began to come around. He expected to see a tiny bit of light streaming in through the closed blinds, but when everything remained shrouded in darkness, he realized that it was still the middle of the night. 

Once he managed to blink away most of the blurriness from sleep, he realized that someone was leaning close to him. 

"Amo?" he whispered, confused as to why the man had woken him up. Not that he didn't appreciate it, that was quite a heavy dream, especially for him. 

The guy leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. 

"You were having quite the naughty dream," he whispered, making Fox's face heat uncomfortably. 

Now that Amos mentioned it, though, he was definitely awkwardly hard beneath the blankets... and that's also when he realized that he was pretty much glued to Amos' side with one of the man's larger legs between his smaller two. 

Oh god. I was humping him. 

"Please tell me I wasn't..." he groaned back quietly, already knowing the answer but not really wanting to hear it. 

Amos chuckled and leaned back as he bumped his hips forward, easily nudging Fox's body back a little. 

"Like a bunny, not that I mind. You were getting me pretty stiff just feeling it," he said, only a slight hint of teasing to his voice. 

Fox couldn't blame him this time. He'd totally just humped the guy awake because of an awkward dream. 

"I... should probably go to the bathroom, then sleep on the couch," he mumbled as he slowly sat up and tried to get out from beneath the blankets. He really felt like he should be put in time-out. 

He could feel sexual tension between their bond, but thankfully the guy didn't try to touch him anywhere inappropriate. He did, however, gently grasp his shoulder when he tried to move over him to get out of bed. 

"Sit for a moment?" he asked, not holding him tightly, but simply requesting that he didn't leave yet. 

Fox was still pretty hard, so he had no issue with keeping that part of himself beneath the blankets for the time being. 

"I just wanted to know, if you are okay with answering... What were you dreaming about?" 

Feeling his heart jump up into his throat, Fox looked away, even though he knew that Amos wouldn't be able to see his eyes in the darkness. He could partially see the other man's, since his fox tended to have great vision. 

"I-I..." 

His mind couldn't put the words together into a sentence. It was too embarrassing. 

The stretching silence made Amos chuckle lightly as he leaned over, pressing his lips just-barely against Fox's ear. He whispered something there, another question, and Fox's face heated up even further. 

To the question, however, he quickly shook his head. Unfortunately, that spawned another one. He shook his head again, making Amos hesitate for a moment. His last question, finally got a shaky nod. 

"Me and Owen, mm. Wish I could have see what you saw," he rasped against his skin, sending a shiver down Fox's spine that left heat in its wake. 

"I was top, yeah?" he asked as Fox turned his head, then leaned up to wrap his arms around Amos' neck and steal a kiss as he whispered, "yeah." 

"Hell yeah," he groaned against Fox's mouth as he easily guided him back down onto his back. 

When their mouths finally parted completely for a much-needed oxygen break, Fox realized that Amos was leaning over him on his hands and knees, and since he'd already pulled part of the blanket back, making Amos move on top of it, the guy was completely visible to him. The only thing the blanket actually hid was Fox's abdomen, downward. 

Sometimes night vision is a bad thing. Noted. 

The sudden stifled laughter from Amos as the man buried his face against Fox's neck made him realize that he'd heard his thought, again. 

I really need to work on keeping things to myself. 

Of course, he always said that, but did he actually put effort into practicing? Not really. He had nothing to hide from either of them, and he felt like things would work out better that way. 

"You're right. I do really love hearing your thoughts. Sometimes they are things that you wouldn't normally, or really ever, say to someone, but that just makes it more you," Amos said before pressing another long kiss to Fox's lips. 

When he finally pulled away again, he tilted his head to the side slightly, then smiled. 

"May I touch you there?" 

Fox felt his thoughts go blurry just from imagining Amos reaching beneath the blanket to grasp him between the legs. He honestly wasn't worried about him physically, but he wasn't sure if his mind would be able to keep itself together if someone started touching him in such a way. No one ever had...

"You can absolutely tell me no. I'll never be upset or angry about it. It's your body, Fox, and don't let anyone else, ever, tell you otherwise," Amos said calmly as he stared down at him in the darkness. 

Fox took his time considering Amos' words. He knew that neither Owen nor Amos would ever be mad at him for saying no to anything, but there was always an inkling in the back of his mind that there was a limit with how close they could become sexually, before they'd get frustrated with his refusals. 

"Never," Amos said immediately as he swung his leg back over Fox so that he could sit beside him instead of loom over him. 

"I can't read your thoughts right now, but I can feel them, and I just want to say that if you never want to have sex with either of us, then that's perfectly fine. You've become our life, and it's so much damn better than it had been, for both of us, so don't ever get stressed out about whether or not you're living up to what you think we expect from you in that way." 

He paused for a moment, seemingly waiting for Fox to respond, but he just didn't have anything to say right then. It was a lot to cement into his mind, on top of trying to figure out an answer to Amos' previous question that he, himself, was comfortable with. 

"I'm going to rule on my previous question and say that we won't be going there tonight," he said as he reached over and took a few tissues from a box on the nightstand, then offered them to Fox. 

"But, would it be okay if I watched?" 

Fox blinked as he sat up and took the tissues, a bit stunned by the nervousness that was now present in Amos' voice. 

"I don't want to not make my presence know, since I'm awake and very much wanting to watch, too. If you are comfortable with it." 

Fox quickly looked over his shoulder when he heard Owen's sleepy voice. The man was just sitting up, hiding a yawn behind his hand. Just the thought of having both of them stare at him while he touched himself had his heart bouncing around in his chest at lightning speed. 

"I-I... I'm mm..." Fox stuttered, unable to figure out how words worked anymore. He wanted to please Amos, and definitely Owen, too, but he'd  never been in this kind of embarrassing situation. 

"Under the blanket?" 

The question from Amos sidetracked his panicking mind, giving him a much-needed moment to slow his thinking down and process the situation better. 

"Under?" he asked, trying to understand what he meant. 

Amos reached up and patted his head gently, then nodded sideways at the blanket still covering Fox's very awake bits. 

Oh!

He could probably do that. There wouldn't be any eyes directly on his private parts. It was much easier to consider that over pulling the blanket back and letting both of them see him bare. 

"I-I can probably... do that," he said as his voice got slightly deeper and he shakily reached his hand holding the tissues beneath the blankets covering his lower half. 

"I can offer distractions, if you'd like?" Amos said with an eagerness to his words that almost made Fox laugh. It did definitely bring a much-needed smile to his face, though. 

"Me, too," Owen replied as he scooted closer. 

Fox swallowed down a lump in his throat and managed to mumble out his consent. That seemed to be all either of them were waiting for, because he was soon pinned down by Amos as the man's mouth sucked and nipped furiously at his neck and jaw. Owen gladly took over his mouth, moving slower and more rhythmically. The two were seriously opposites in almost every way, but the fast bites and frantic attention from Amos meshed well with the sensual focused kisses from Owen. 

He had no more hesitation as he lowered his hand to his privates and easily took care of himself. He hadn't realized just how close he'd been with just their dueling attention. It was almost embarrassing, but before he could even form the thoughts about it, both Amos and Owen leaned back just far enough to each kiss one of his cheeks. 

"You're fucking perfect," Amos growled out as Owen continued, "and hot as hell." 

Owen thinks I'm hot! 

He grinned like an idiot while Amos took the tissues from his hand and tossed them into a small trash can beside the bed, then snatched him up against his chest for a super tight hug as he sat up. 

"And?" he questioned, clearly wanting a thought for his own comment, too. 

Jealous, hmm? 

Fox snickered and lifted his hands to grasp either side of Amos' face, then leaned in just close enough to be out of reach of being kissed. 

"And this perfect man thinks I'm perfect, too." 

His words had Amos seemingly in shock, because he could see his lips moving slightly as his eyes widened, but no words came out. 

"I think you broke him, Fox," Owen said jokingly as he slid out of bed, drawing Fox's attention over his shoulder. 

He was going to ask where he was going, but when he realized that Owen had a certain something that was very awake and needed taken care of, he realized what he was doing. Of course, he thought about asking if he would do it in front of him, too, but he immediately took back that idea. Owen wasn't the type of person that was comfortable being naked around people, and just barely started letting them see him nude once in a while. There was no reason to press him on it. 

As Owen walked out, Fox heard Amos tug a few more tissues from the box, drawing his attention up to the man's face. 

"You can totally watch me, love." 

With a burning face, Fox quickly squirmed his way completely beneath the blankets and tugged them up over his head. 

"M-maybe next time!"