Having two boyfriends was almost always a good thing. Double the affection, double…everything. Really, you’d not believed there could be a con to this arrangement when you’d agreed to it. But now, you were stuck. Stuck with both of said boyfriends lying on top of you like you were a glorified pillow. Simon was fully asleep. He had his arms wrapped around your waist and his cheek pressed against your stomach, snoring softly. Johnny, however, had managed to stay awake. He was lying on his back between your legs. His head was against Simon’s side and he was very focused on the trashy reality tv show you’d put on. Every so often he’d make some comment about it and you would respond with a hum or grunt to acknowledge that you’d heard him. Your legs were falling asleep. It was getting bad. You’d been ignoring it for the better part of an hour but now it’d gotten to the point where you weren’t sure if you even had legs at all. There was no feeling. The last thing you wanted to do was wake Simon but he slept so lightly that there was no way you’d be able to get out from underneath him without jolting him awake. Gingerly, you tried to shift yourself. Maybe if you changed position you’d regain feeling. Nope. Still the same. You moved again, your leg trapped underneath Simon’s heavy body. This was enough to get him to tighten his arms around you. “Stop moving.” He grumbled sleepily.