“Penelope and I were talking about Christmas the other day and she felt bad for me that I never really had a good one growing up.” I look around the room. We had none of this stuff when I was a kid. The only decorations we had were the ones I made at school and Scotch taped to the wall. “I don’t like it when she feels bad.”

He pulls out the instructions for the tree first because that is the kind of dude Fletch is. “So how does this have anything to do with that?”

“Well, you see, if we have our own Christmas, she will feel less bad about what I’ve missed over the years. And I like making Penelope feel less bad.”

He meets my gaze. “So, we’re having Christmas tonight?”

“Yep. She’s done with finals. I got cocoa and cookies. We’ll decorate the tree and then maybe we can decorate a little bush.”

“You’re a fucking pig sometimes.”

“That’s why you love me.”

“That’s why I love you.”

It’s still a little weird, this having a boyfriend thing. I mean, I never even had a girlfriend before, and now I have one of each. My emotions are all jumbled together, so I try not to think too far ahead. Just let whatever is happening take its course.

We haven’t done much exploring of our newfound sexuality yet. There’s been more caressing, more peen touching, and less inhibitions about who is where when we’re in service of our nerdy goddess, but we haven’t been in rush to change things up too much yet.

But I’ve seen the way he eyes up my ass.

While we’re putting the tree together, I catch the sight of his biceps flexing and it makes my dick stir. Fletch cocks his head at me, noticing maybe the look in my eye or something. “You okay?”

“I’m, yeah.”

“Hand me that limb, with the yellow sticker.” I give him one and put another into the base. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Jesus. I don’t know what I am.”

Fletch sits back on his haunches. “Talk.”

“How is this so easy for you?”

“It’s not always easy. But this part is. When it’s just the three of us. The hard part is the rest of the world. Thinking about the future. That kind of stuff. But hanging out with you has always been easy. Caring about you has always been easy.”

“Sure, yeah. I get that. But the gay stuff.”

“Bi stuff.”

“Whatever. How does it not freak you out?”

“It does. It all does. It did before, when it was just Penelope and it does now that it’s both of you. I’m scared as fuck.”

“You don’t act like it.”

He just shrugs. “Sometimes, I try to figure out the moment it happened. The moment everything changed.”

“And?”