You didn't think either of them would even pick up. Much less stay on the line. Much less actually agree to come over.

To be fair, you also didn't think you'd forget that you called Art and immediately dial Patrick's number.

But now they were both in your messages, asking you to ring them up. It was too late to ask if they'd seen each other. Patrick called you 'sweetness'. He was probably shoulder to shoulder with Art as he typed it.

Yes, there was a point in time where you'd been hooking up with both of them. But there was a level of separation! Different days, different times. None of you had been exactly secretive, but it was an unspoken understanding, don't ask don't tell. (Though Patrick asked and told more often than not).

Now you were four drinks deep, your head swimming as you walked to the door. There they were. Fire and Ice. Art and Patrick. Thing 1 and 2. Both smiling, both hot as you remembered.

"You always said we couldn't do this, sweetness." Patrick was maybe the most smug you'd ever seen him. He'd asked probably three times while you were still seeing him. No reason to call us over at different times. Of course he'd say yes.

You hadn't believed him until now. But Art was here, very real, very embarrassed.

"Didn't think that you'd pick up." You mumble, still looking between the two of them in a state of half-shock. But your inhibitions were down, clearly, and nothing could stop you from stepping aside and letting them into your apartment.

What was some good old-fashioned fun between friends? Surely nothing deeper at play here!

"Patrick called me as soon as you called him. Seemed pretty excited even before he knew I was coming." Art murmurs with a facade of nonchalance, picking up a trinket from your coffee table before setting it back down. Even before. Shit, they were excited about this.