Dark affairs

The rest of the night is pretty much a blur, somehow Jack and I made it back to his apartment in the early morning hours and we stagger straight to bed with our heads pounding from the noise and the alcohol and try to sleep it off. But all in all I hope Jack had a great birthday and he doesn't fail to tell me so multiple times.
We wake again around noon on Sunday and nurse our hangovers with a greasy breakfast, huge amounts of orange juice and a few tablets of Tylol.

As I have to go back to work tomorrow we decide to just relax for the rest of the day and watch tv in bed.
Alex calls Jack in the late afternoon and Jack puts him on speaker and drops his phone onto my stomach.
"Hey, Mickey, Jack! How are you guys? Survived the birthday?" He sounds chipper.
"Yeah, all good!" I confirm between crushing two chips in my mouth and continuing to watch the film we had put on.
Jack cuddles back into my side and just nods staying mute. I giggle, "Jacky agrees but he is too hungover to speak" I joke. I hear Alex laughing at the other end then he gets serious again
"Listen guys, I wanted to ask you if we could hang out next weekend, I mean you, Mickey, have to work during the week and I don't want to impose but I would love to spend the weekend with you, only if you don't mind." He speaks hesitantly sounding unsure.
I check with Jack and he smiles and nods digging his head deeper into the pillows closing his eyes.
I shake my head, this man can be so lazy sometimes!
"Sure Alex, Jack and I would love to see you next weekend. Maybe Jack will even get out of bed by then." I playfully slap my boyfriends head and he tries to blindly swat me away.
Alex laughs again, "cool, I have to go, can't wait till the end of the week though, love you guys!" Then he hangs up.

......

The week is long and draining as I have to catch up on a lot of work because of my illness so I'm staying late almost every day and then just drive to my apartment and go straight to bed. Jack complains about it but occupies himself with other things.
So I'm more than glad when I close my office on Friday to head to Jack's for the weekend.
I open the door with the key Jack has given me and drop my bag and shoes by the door,
"Take your hands out of your pants, Honey. I'm home!" I yell and walk to the living room where I find my boyfriend splayed out on the couch in front of the TV with a grin like the Cheshire Cat. I bend over the back of the couch and greet him with a short kiss, "what has got you all happy?" I wonder.
"Alex is here and he's cooking us dinner." He beams.
"Why aren't you helping then?" I frown.
"I was but then he threw me out of the kitchen saying I'm useless." His satisfied grin shows he is not bothered by that at all.
"Then at least set the dining table, you lazybug! I don't want to have dinner balancing our plates on our knees in front of the tv." I order and leave for the kitchen.

When I enter, I'm engulfed in an awesome smell that makes my mouth water instantly and a flustered Alex whizzing around trying to multitask. I walk up to his back and get on my tippy toes to kiss his neck lightly, hugging him from behind. He is startled for a second but then lets his head fall back into my touch.
"Hey, Alex, that smells wonderful! Can I be of any assistance? I'm not the worlds best cook but I make a decent kitchenhand." I offer.
He looks round to me smiling, "oh, could you? Well it would be great if you could wash the lettuce and maybe cut an onion for the salad?"
"Yes, Chef!" I respond in mock salute and go to wash my hands in the sink.
Alex chuckles, "Ugh, I could listen to you moan that all night."
I giggle and turn back to him whispering seductively, "oh, really? Well we can surely arrange that. Do you want to go all Gordon Ramsey on me, Chef?"
He groans and lets his head fall but he can't hide the blush that crept onto his cheeks and seeing the effect that has on him makes me laugh, "Guess I can tick that off my bucket list then, 'making Alex Gaskarth blush'." I tease.
He playfully glares at me and slaps my butt, "shut up and go to work on the salad now, dinner is almost done!"
I smile brightly and flutter my lashes at him as I take the bowl of lettuce from his outstretched hands and put it into the sink, "yes, Chef!"
He just shakes his head mumbling something that I can't hear over the running water.
"What did you just say?" I ask thinking it was another request.
He turns around and catches my lips in a quick kiss, "I said, I adore you, Mickey!"
Now it's my turn to blush.

We have a beautiful dinner together, Jack went all out with decorating: candles, white tablecloth and silver cutlery and the good wine glasses accompanied by equally good wine and delicious food.
Afterwards we just stay seated and drink some more, laughing and talking because it is a beautiful evening.

When it's getting late we clean up together and then we go to bed.

We have sex and when I wake up the next morning it's not awkward and I don't feel embarrassed, it's exhilarating and beautiful and just like that we're hooked, running on a constant high.

We spend the whole weekend together, going to the beach and the movies and everything normal couples would do. And when we say goodbye to each other on Sunday evening before everyone goes back to their own homes, I can truly say it was one of the best times I ever had and it seems to be the same for the boys.

"How about next weekend?" Alex asks before we part.
"I'm in." Jack immediately confirms and I smile and nod, "Me, too."

He hugs us both and nuzzles his face in between us, "love you, guys. Can't wait for Friday then."

He releases us and walks to his car without looking back.

....

And so our relationship continues.
We don't hear or see anything of Alex during the week but on the weekends he's all ours.
We work perfectly together, the boys have explored their boundaries with each other and have both been on the giving and receiving end. I also had gone out of my comfort zone and been with both at the same time and it was an incredible and intense experience.

But it wasn't all about the sex, we were just overall happy to be together.

I started to buy little presents for the boys, silly things that I stumbled upon in shops because I thought they would love them or find them funny and Alex brought flowers every time he came over and placed them around the apartment and Jack suddenly started to decorate his rather bland living room with colourful pillows and blankets. It was as if we subconsciously started to build a nest for us.
This went on for nearly two wonderful months and suddenly it was the last weekend before the boys would go back on tour.

Currently Alex and I were sitting on the couch in front of the tv while Jack was in the kitchen making coffee for us. There was a knock on the door and Alex prodded my leg with his foot.
"Mickey, go and open the door, that's probably the pizza we ordered." He mumbled without taking his eyes of the screen.
"Psh, why don't you go?" I argue back shoving him lightly.

"Mickey, pleeeaaaasssee!" He turns around to me and whines childishly shaking my arm and there is another knock.
"I pay for the pizza and open the door if you give me a piggy back ride there," I try to bargain with a sly smile and it works as he rolls off the couch and although he glares at me he bends down and I catch on and stand up to jump on his back. He holds me up by my thighs and I sling my arms around his shoulders placing my face in the crook of his neck. "Yahoo, Alex Piggy, off to the door we ride," I cheer.
He chuckles and hobbles to the door with me on his back and grabs the handle and I turn his head to give him a sweet kiss as a reward. I look beyond the threshold when I hear a gasp.

"Oh shit!" Is all I can say and Alex drops my legs and I slide off his back and scurry a few feet away from him.

"So that is where you spend your weekends 'songwriting', Alex!" Lisa hisses, her voice full of venom and her ice blue eyes shooting daggers at me.

Alex just stares at her, paralysed, his eyes wide in shock and his breathing picking up but unable to speak or move.

"And you Mickey, disgust me, I'm gonna tell Jack all about this!" She threatens.

And Jack chooses this exact moment to come out of the kitchen, declaring, "hey, guys, I brought plates for the pizza!" Before freezing to the spot once he saw who was at the door.

Lisa seems stunned as well as her mouth falls open and her eyes flicker over all of our faces probably seeing the guilt written on all of them. Her expression changes from angry to disgusted as she yells, "THIS IS IT, ALEX! WE'RE DONE!" And turns to stomp away. That seems to shake Alex out of his stupor and he cries out, "No! No, Lis, please!" Running after her and slamming the door closed, effectively shutting us out.

I turn to look at Jack still in shock and he just collapses onto the couch looking distraught, "Well, fuck." Is all he can manage.
I sit down beside him hiding my face in my hands. Oh my god, what did we do!
After a few minutes there is another knock on the door and I run to open but this time it is actually the pizza guy and I look around the hallway but there is no sign of Alex or Lisa, so I absentmindedly pay him and go back to the living room dropping the boxes onto the table.
Jack and I just stare at the slowly cooling food neither of us still hungry as our stomachs are tied in knots.
......

We don't hear anything from Alex for the rest of the day and all of Sunday. The next morning I have to go to work and Jack asks me to come back and stay with him tonight and I immediately agree as I understand that he doesn't want to be alone now. I feel exactly the same, we fear we have done great damage to our friends life and need each other for comfort.
......

Work is uneventful and I don't get a call from Alex which doesn't surprise me but I also don't hear from Jack all day which has me slightly worried so I end work timely and hurry over to my boyfriends apartment. I enter in silence, wrapped up in my own thoughts and only notice Jack when I have walked into the living room.
He is sitting on the couch surrounded by empty bottles, his cheeks are tear stained and his eyes are puffy and red. He doesn't acknowledge my arrival but just stares straight ahead with glossy eyes.
I'm shocked by his defeated appearance and sit down quickly beside him lightly touching his arm whispering, "my god, Jack! What happened!"
He looks at me for the first time but his eyes have lost all light and then he just opens his balled up fist to reveal a piece of paper.
I take it from his hand and straighten it out realising it is a hand written note. I take a sharp inhale as I start to read it.

My dear Mickey and Jack,
First I have to apologise for everything I have done to you guys and everything I'm about to do. I am sorry and I am completely to blame here. I brought you into this situation and I deeply regret it. Lisa has helped me realise how toxic and wrong this ménage a trois was and she made me see how addicted I actually am. So the only thing one can do to fight the addiction is to quit completely, there is no weaning off. I will need to cut every connection and every tie I have with both of you. Please don't try and contact me as I will not respond. Consequently that means I have to quit the band as well. Believe me when I say it hurts me more than you guys will ever know but it is for the better.
With love, always
Alex

Tears run down my face when the words register in my head I press a hand to my mouth and shakily whisper, "Jack! I'm so sorry!"

Notes

Now my own story has made me sad :(