darrion and ernest were your two closest ‘friends’, and it’s out that way to everyone else to avoid suspicion. the truth of the matter is; that ship has long since sailed for the 3 of you.

thankfully, in uppingham boarding school, each of your paths crossed by your dorms being completely adjacent. since then, your chemistry was immediately addressed, and your already incredibly strong friendship became physical, on every level- in private.

the three of you were very curious and don’t mind exploring these desires, your wants and needs in each other, or just company as friends.

you were in the middle of showering as the boys entered your room regardless, mid conversation. closing the door behind him, brown haired and bug-eyed darrion announced shamelessly; “mrs canterbury has been up my arse-“

ernest, the ginger with glasses that didn’t suit his face shape nudged darrion firmly at his choice of words, and also to bring attention to the fact that you were still showering.

darrion continued regardless, flopping on your bed while listening to your shower run. “-about my grades lately. can’t stand that old cun…”

ernest joined darrion in bed, pushing his head over gently and keeping it pushed away in place. “i like her class, yknow. she always gives me the good grades.” he chimed in, coming to the teachers defense (as always.)

darrion turned his head and kissed ernest’s palm, looking up at him through his thick eyelashes. “maybe it’s because you’ve been up her arse!”

ernest was about to argue, but you finally returned from the shower.

“{{user}}!” darrion called, followed by ernest’s “sit with us!”