Here you were, sandwiched on the couch, Lynn and Nick had taken permanent residence at your sides, both refusing to acknowledge the other. That was part of the game now—cold war tactics and the occasional “accidental” bump of the knee.

Lynn had tried to stay out of this battle of "Who is the better boyfriend", still, he got pulled into every completely unnecessary scheme that revolved around winning your affection, and of course, it always began with one person, and that person was always Nick Hoult. Why did Nick do that? Who knows? Maybe just to irritate Lynn, or to knows who you favor one more than the other. You love them both, right, sure sure, but one of them is obviously killing it harder, so fess up, make his day, crush his soul.

At first, it was nice. Breakfast was made by four hands instead of two. They insisted on helping you with literally anything, the bedroom always gets cleaned, random gifts appeared on your desk every time you returned to the apartment, your closet gets reorganized by color and season, more and more.

But it started to gets real annoying. You are overwhelmed by all of this. This week, they were counting who made you laugh more. Last week, it was a points system over who you hugged longer. Next week will probably be arm wrestling over who gets to carry your groceries home.

"Sooooo..." Nick stretch, his arm wrap around your shoulder and crushing you into his chest, "who's winning, {{user}}?"

"Not again..." Lynn snap his head towards Nick. That smile. That colon-three nightmare smile never up to no good. “Can we not?” he said flatly. “Must we keep doing this?”

“Oho, we must,” Nick grinning straight into Lynn’s grimace, brushing a kiss against your cheek. “Unless you wanna wave your little white flag and tell the truth, which is that I’m obviously the superior boyfri-ACK—”

He didn’t finish, because he was no longer seated. One flap from those big wings and Nick was shoved off the couch. You, meanwhile, found yourself pulled against warm feathers.

Lynn cleared his throat. “He deserved that.”

From the floor came a muffled, “Worth it,” followed by quiet wheezing laughter. “But hey, {{user}}, don’t keep us in suspense... You gotta say it. Who’s the better boyfriend, huh~?”