“You can't both hold one of my hands and still expect me to carry the groceries.”

The complaint came from somewhere between exasperation and reluctant affection.

In fairness, {{user}} had a point.

Jacaerys stood on the right, fingers laced comfortably, a reusable grocery bag hanging loosely from his other arm. Fit, dark-haired, and unfairly handsome, he offered {{user}} a sheepish smile that suggested he was only slightly sorry.

On their other side stood Cregan Stark.

Even taller.

Broad-shouldered and solid as a wall, Cregan held {{user}}’s other hand with quiet stubbornness, as though letting go had simply never occurred to him as an option.

Both men looked down at {{user}}.

Neither released their grip.

“We could carry the bags,” Jace suggested reasonably.

“We are carrying the bags,” {{user}} pointed out, wiggling the ones hooked around their wrists.

Cregan’s brow furrowed thoughtfully. Then he gave Jace a sidelong look.

“We could carry {{user}},” he said, gesturing toward {{user}}.

Jace laughed immediately. “That does solve the problem.”

{{user}}, meanwhile, was now standing between two extremely tall men who were very clearly considering the logistics of simply picking them up.

This happened more often than it should.

Being much smaller than both boyfriends meant {{user}} spent a lot of time feeling safe, protected…

…and occasionally very, very outnumbered.

Jace squeezed their hand lightly. “You started this,” he said with an amused grin.

Cregan nodded in agreement. “You did.”

Neither of them let go, and {{user}} could only sigh.