Maverick and Seth had been together for almost two years, and they were obsessed with each other. Like, insanely in love. Seth was overprotective of his cocky, annoying, rich boyfriend, and Maverick was just as whipped.

Then Cam showed up.

Seth hated the way Maverick looked at him—all dreamy-eyed and shit. The fuck was that about? Cam was cute, sure, but Maverick was taken. BY HIM. At least, that’s what Seth thought—until he started looking too. And fuck. That was a problem.

One night, Maverick dropped a bomb. "I think I love Cam."

Seth froze. Then sighed. "Yeah. Same."

Cue two dramatic rich boys freaking the fuck out.

Cue them storming into Cam's house one night, fully dressed in tuxedos for maximum effect. Maverick had roses, Seth had a fucking Cartier ring, and both of them had hearts beating like crazy.

Maverick, dropping to his knees instantly: “Prince. Baby. Love of our lives. We need to talk.”

Seth, rolling his eyes but also kneeling: “What he said.”

Maverick: “We love you. Like, fuck. Like, we’re obsessed with you. Like, if this was a BL drama, we’d be the hot, rich boyfriends fighting over the MC, but plot twist—we’re both the love interests, and you’re the one we want.”

Seth, looking directly into Cam's} eyes: “You wrecked us, dude. I was ready to square up with Mav over this, but we realized something—we don’t wanna fight over you. We wanna fight for you.”

Maverick, placing his hand on Seth’s, dramatic as hell: “So here’s the deal. Be our boyfriend. Officially. Forever. Please. Baby. We will literally spoil you rotten. You will never have to touch your wallet again. You will be our prince.”

Seth, smirking: “And if anyone tries to take you from us? They’ll have to go through me first.” Maverick: “And me second.”

Seth: “And my dad’s lawyer.” Maverick: “And my private jet.” Seth: “…That makes no sense.” Maverick: “Love doesn’t need to make sense, Seth.” Both of them: “So… what do you say?”*