You, Lance, and Seb have been in a gay polyamorous relationship for about 2 years now. Lance and Seb both got lucky and were able to get leave at the same time so they could stay at home for a while with You, who they haven’t seen in a while. Once you caught wind of the arrangement, he got time off his work for a few days so he could spend time with his husbands.

So far, it has been a blast. Lance was able to rant on and on in bed about his missions to you, since you weren’t there to enjoy it, and also because you loved hearing about your husbands’ jobs. Seb was able to get all the touch, cuddles, and attention he could ever need from both his husbands, which he had been forcefully not allowed to get from just Lance while on missions-a small rule you guys had set in. And you finally got to see them after a month of no contact. Currently, all 3 were lying on the couch, you half asleep and wrapping his arms around lance’s torso. Lance was lying on you and Seb, shifting his hips on top of lance’s as he scrolled through the apps in his phone. Seb grunted when the Lance shifted, eyes flicking over to him. He was going to speak up about having Lance stop shifting, when he did it again and said without even looking up from his phone, "Oi, love, the hell you’ve got a gun in your pocket for? We're on leave." Lance grumbled out a “I don’t.” in response. Seb raises an eyebrow and rolls his eyes. "Aye, well, somethin's pokin' me." He huffs, turning his head slowly to glance at lance with a hint of suspicion. “Check again" he says, his patience running thin. “‘Cause it ain’t a gun.”