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[If he trusted Dave less, Connor would probably be bitchier about that. Ruin whatever is between them out of insecurity because if he hurts someone else, then at least he knows who's in the wrong. That never works, though. Ruining things because he's afraid of what might go wrong is how he ended up spending a summer trying not to drown himself in the pool back when he actually could drown.

So instead he chooses to believe that Dave means it.

Connor's eyes flutter closed when Dave touches him and he sighs in contentment. Like most things, it turns out, whatever's wrong with him can be solved with synchrony. First they have to talk, though.]

Well, I already did my half of the conversation. Your turn.

[He looks up at Dave.]

Just... every time I get out of the water I feel sick, so. Don't ask.

[He knows that isn't ideal, especially because he's currently not wearing anything besides a swim jock, which is why it's quiet and slightly embarrassed when he mentions it. It's bad enough being partly out of the pool the way he is currently, and he's not sure he can handle this conversation if he can't breathe.]

Here's fine.

[It's no more or less absurd than the setting for most of their pivotal conversations. Dave does shift so he isn't ass up, sitting on the edge of the pool with his legs crossed. As always, he's a little wary about the water and he's not making moves to get in there too.]

You were right, I have been stringing you along. Both of you. [He adds, because he wants to be upfront about Noiz being part of this.]

I thought I was doing the right thing at the time, I dunno. I wanted to be a good boyfriend, then I just felt kind of lost. [But he sort of shrugs that off.]

And.. I do want something more, with both of you. But I didn't think that was something I could ask for-- Just let me get it out. [He says pre-emptively, but his hand is searching for Connor's.]

I had a huge crush on you when I met you and it never went away and now, I guess.. I love you. I know I love you, that's the only part of this self-directed shitshow that I know for sure.

[For a moment when Dave reaches out, Connor hesitates. He can't tell where Dave's going with this, exactly, but then he decides it doesn't matter. Lacing their fingers together, Connor waits for Dave to finish. Part of him wants to be like "you literally know aliens who have complicated polyamory as a matter of course and you thought you couldn't have two boyfriends?" because he's still kind of stuck on that point but it's not productive to say that. Not right now, anyway.]

I love you too. And I'm fine with—I don't care who else you date or don't date. I just want to know what we are.

[This isn't a conversation where he can leave the ambiguities and be fine with it. He needs to hear the shape of things directly out of Dave's mouth so he doesn't... accidentally assume something and end up in another argument they don't need to be having.]

I... John asked if I was your friend and it felt like a lie to say yes but I didn't know what I could say. And I... I didn't know that bothered me until it felt like you were hiding us from him.

[He knows that's not what Dave was doing, exactly, but that's how it felt.]

[Dave is relieved when Connor reaches back-- and when he says it back. His heart flutters, but there's still a difficult conversation to muddle through and it's hard to relish in it. But he will.

He squeezes Connor's hand, wincing when he mentions John.]

John's a whole other can of worms, since stuff that was months ago for me was yesterday for him. [His mouth twitches, frowning for a moment before his expression softens.]

I haven't really treated you like a boyfriend, though. Properly, I mean. I know we raised two kids and we're basically.. whatever we are but. If we do it, I do wanna do it right for you, y'know. Treat you right. Take you out, that stuff. But-- [And it's a big butt.]

Are you sure you're okay with the dynamic? The three of us?

[A song starts up in the background and then it... it's almost like it's been physically dunked under the water? It's muffled and slightly distorted the way things sound underwater, at least.

Connor takes a long moment to answer, because he goes somewhere else in the space between when Dave asks and when he finally remembers that he should be in the moment. He's in the ruined wreckage of Noiz and Dave's house, getting wrecked himself. He's at the gala, hand pressed to Noiz's chest and trying to keep it together. It's December and for a moment, he considers not getting up and trying to sleep between them.]

... Why are you asking me? He's the one who doesn't even know you're dating him.

[His tone is weirdly defensive for seemingly no reason. At least, like, from Dave's perspective. Connor meant it when he said whatever stupid shit between him and Noiz would stop mattering when he healed him, though, so he's not going to bring it up.]

Pretty sure he knows now.

[Dave says, evenly. He's not particularly interested in rehashing the whole conversation and so he hopes that's enough. He reaches up for Connor's hair again, running his fingers gently through the wet strands.]

I'm asking you because I love you, and I want to avoid putting you in shitty situations. [His fingers keep rubbing, tenderly. It's not really enough and he wants more.]

I just want to do right by both of you, and I know it's not going to be easy and I know it's fucking insane. I don't know how long we're gonna be here, but I want to spend whatever time I have here with both of you. Whatever that means to you.

... just for the record, I thought when I agreed to let you both fuck me on your birthday that was a pretty obvious indication I was okay with it.

[Connor just wants to be clear about the fact that he's basically been operating under the assumption that Dave was dating them since about then. That's... kind of what he thought Dave's birthday was about? Because Dave knows that he's the opposite of an exhibitionist and a threesome is actually... kind of a big ask. So it felt like a declaration of intent to Connor, which in hindsight he probably should have asked about before they got nearly five months in.]

It's fine, though. Noiz and I worked out our problems.

[For a certain definition of that, anyway.]

He's not my boyfriend though.

Good thing one of us doesn't make assumptions-- and I'm not asking you to date. I just want it to be okay.

[Dave says dryly, but he's kneading Connor's temple with his thumb affectionately.

His flip flops are already abandoned by the poolside, so he decides to say fuck it and dips his legs in so he can wind his legs around Connor's middle. He's not gonna drag him out, so he needs to come to him, but he's not keen on swimming and so his whole body is wrapped around Connor's upper half. Before they can fuss about it too much, Dave places his hands on either side of Connor's face and starts to kiss him like he's wanted to since he got here. Deep, a bit of tongue if he wants it and a little sloppy and wet since they're in a pool.]

It's fine.

[That feels inadequate, but he doesn't know what else to say. "Yeah, Dave, I know how polyamory works"? It doesn't really matter.

The water rises, boosting Connor up just enough to meet Dave in the middle. He kisses Dave until he needs to breathe, and then pulls away just enough to say:]

Would you fuck me underwater?

[Like. He can figure something else out if Dave says no, but also it feels way easier to just get in the pool about it.]

[Connor says it's fine, Dave thinks this is going to come up in a big way later. For now, it is fine. If Noiz and Connor aren't at each other's throats, that's fine for now.

Dave makes a soft, sad sound as Connor pulls back. He's clinging to him like a cat that doesn't want to be in the bath and looking warily at the water around him. But he does feel safe with Connor, so he isn't immediately ruling out.

But his legs do tighten around him.]

You know I can't swim, what makes you think I can fuck in here?

If you'd let me teach you, it wouldn't be a problem.

[It's not like Connor, person who swims a little bit like he was born in the water, doesn't know how to teach people how to swim. He bumps their noses together affectionately.]

You don't need to for this, though. Chac'lan is forgiving if you work with them.

[He's never really explained why he sometimes refers to water by a name, like it's a living thing. It's a god's name. One that doesn't really exist here, or at least doesn't have sway, but which he still believes in.

Slowly enough that Dave has time to really protest, Connor pulls him into the pool properly.]

I've made it this far without needing to swim. [He points out, but melts against Connor when he bumps their noses together. He's smitten. Connor is cute. He is powerless in this situation.

He's still mostly koala-ing onto Connor, but he follows him into the water while anxiously paddling his feet.]

How'm I meant to work with them?

For right now? Don't panic and just believe I wouldn't let you drown.

[Cryptic! Connor kisses Dave, the action infused with the faint buzz of magic, and then gently pulls them both underwater. It feels like being tucked into bed, the water settling around them like a blanket.

He breaks the kiss and bumps their noses together again.]

You have water breathing now. Can you let go?

[Notably, his voice is perfectly clear despite them being underwater.]

[It is cryptic, but it seems to make sense to Dave and he lets go of some of his reluctance as he puts his trust in Connor. He shuts his eyes to emphasise this, only opening when their noses bump together.

He blinks them open slowly, surprised that he doesn't feel as uncomfortable as he thought he would. Other than the fact that he's fully closed and very aware of that, but he lets himself float back while still grasping at Connor's wrists.]

I hope you've got some ideas for this because every Little Mermaid fantasy I had ended with me nailing her fish-pussy on that big rock and never going underwater.

[Dave's lips purse as he studies Connor, he is dead serious.]

Did you know that the kind of mermaid that's on the Starbucks logo has two tails because fishermen couldn't figure out where you fuck a mermaid if she's a fish?

[Which isn't an answer to Dave's question, exactly, but also Connor's deftly undoing Dave's pants and freeing his cock. The answer is literally "the same as usual, but underwater." Connor just thinks that if he chatters, Dave will focus on that second part less.]

Lack of imagination, honestly. It's not that different from when you're a snake.

[Right down to the two dicks, actually. Which is hilarious for him, perpetual bottom. And, like, if anyone else asked he'd be firm about his preference but honestly? Dave could ask him and he'd at least consider it. Topping doesn't really do anything for him when he's in human form, but maybe it's different as a monster?

... He actually wouldn't know and he's usually pretty disinterested in experimenting. Pin in that for later, apparently. For the moment, Connor's gently stroking Dave's dick. The touch is slightly cool.]

In your Little Mermaid fantasies, do you ravish her or is she anthropologically studying your dick and you fuck her to show her what human dick is like?

[Because his weird mermaid fantasies are absolutely the latter, to nobody's surprise.]

[For whatever reason, Connor's hand on his dick is as comforting as it is arousing. Dave hardens under his touch, but he also allows himself to stop overthinking it. Connor is here. He loves him. They're horny.

He reaches out, sliding his hand into Connor's hair so he can cup his face and stroke his cheek with his thumb. He leans in, but considers the question.]

I'm pretty sure I just inelegantly jack-hammer her and she's into it. [Blandly, but he reaches in to catch Connor's lips to kiss him softly.

His other hand circles around him, resting on his lower back.]

Are you into it?

[He says, in a voice that is soft and romantic and not appropriate for a dumbass question.]

If it's you.

[Unclear if he'd enjoy that from, like, just anyone? But if it's Dave, like, he lets Dave inelegantly jackhammer him all the time and he's into it. Why would this be any different?]

Should I text you the next time I'm a mer? I bite less than when I'm a selkie.

[He punctuates the statement with a tiny bite to Dave's jaw, still slowly jerking Dave off. His touch is light enough that it's mostly a tease. Here, in the water, it's easy to see why Connor sometimes loses whole days to being underwater. Nothing really seems to matter except the two of them, and the problems up on the surface seems distant, almost like a dream.

Connor hooks his leg around Dave's, bringing their bodies closer together, and tips himself backward so they're lying down. Or, well. Floating in a horizontal position.]

You should text me the next time you're anything.

[Dave says, in that soft, enraptured voice Connor earns whenever he's touching his dick or biting his jaw or both. It certainly makes it easier to tip Dave onto him and he moves with it as elegantly as he can because he doesn't want to ruin the moment.

Once he's over the top of him, he moves in to catch his lips again for a sweet, soft kiss that quickly deepens as he starts to press his tongue into Connor's mouth. His hips shift against the hand in his pants, he's hard and it's pretty easy to lose himself in the kiss. His hands start to run up Connor's chest and then back down to palm at his crotch until he has a thought and pauses.]

How do I prep you? --Man, sorry. I thought this was gonna be really hot and I'm making it a tutorial.

Oh, uh.

[He absently reaches out and presents a bottle of lube. It is a bottle of silicon-based lube he clearly bought instead of the aloe vera blend that he keeps in the house in his mason jars. Some people stash lube between their couch cushions; Connor keeps lube in the pool. Not that Dave's paying attention, but there's also a spot at the bottom of the pool where you can mount a dildo.

Both of those things are actually for monster week, when he spends a considerable amount of his time horny and in the pool between tasks around the farm, but Connor's not about to say that.]

Same as usual, but like... lube goes in me, not on you.

[This is not actually a tutorial, so Connor's not going to tell Dave why that is. He assumes it self-explanatory: the lube will stay in him, but not so much if Dave tries to put it on his dick.]

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