I have known Adam and Pao for over 5 years now.

For two years we have shared a 5-room apartment. It was a big step when we decided to rent together the large attic apartment that became available in their house.

Pao and Adam have been a couple for years and are happy together. The apartment is too expensive for one or two of us, but the three of us can easily afford it. Despite the fact, that we already knew each other well and liked each other, the beginning was a bit hard for me.

Watching two men kiss each other while making breakfast, or sitting on the couch in the evening in close embrace takes some getting used to.

Of course, they laughed at me when I averted my eyes every time they exchanged caresses, and eventually, I got used to it. I admit, it was the two of them who helped me get rid of my discomfort. Especially Adam.

He’s a big guy who pays a lot of attention to his appearance and is obsessed with fitness. One night we were sitting on the couch watching a movie. Adam in the middle put his arm around Pao and pulled him close. I concentrated on the movie and pretended not to notice anything.

“If you keep sitting there stiff, you won’t be able to move at all tomorrow,” Adam said, putting his arm around me. “Relax and enjoy the movie.” Then he pulled me to him and kissed me on the top of my head.

There was so nothing sexual at all in this gesture, that after a while I relaxed and devoted myself to the movie. More than a year has passed since that day and our friendly relationship harmonizes fantastically.

We like to go jogging together, we like to eat together, and the occasional caresses of the two no longer disturb me. Life with two gay men who pay a lot of attention to their appearance has good sides for me too.

I don’t run around the apartment in my underwear, and I pay attention to my figure and my diet.

Yesterday was Pao’s birthday and a Saturday. We went shopping together and planned to cook together and celebrate the birthday with a movie night and good food. The fridge was full of good ingredients, and we ordered pizza because Pao didn’t feel like cooking.

After a few glasses of wine, I then dozed in Adam’s arms and tried to follow the movie and the conversation of the two above my head. I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up again, I found myself snuggled close to Adam, who was warming me and watching the movie.

With my feet pressed against the couch behind Pao’s back, I felt safe and secure.

Adam’s large hand rested on my stomach, which he stroked, lost in thought.

I didn’t even want to open my eyes. But I was hungry and had to pee. So I slowly got up and with Adam’s help stood upright and almost awake. I was a little drunk, but only to the point that it made me feel good. I went into the bathroom. When I came back, I said Happy Birthday to Pao and bent down to kiss him on the cheek. I did it about 10 times this day and had a lot of fun, saying it again and again and again.

Then I shakily got up and decided to drink a glass of water and go to bed. The two of them could continue celebrating alone.

It was a long day and I had much fun. Now the two can have their fun.

Adam follows me into the kitchen and also takes a glass of water. We talk about our plans for the next day and drink water. As I wash out my glass in the sink, Adam stays close behind me.

I always liked his closeness, but this time he stepped back much too slowly when I try to turn around. He takes my braid in his hand and pulls down the elastic. My hair is all undone and I take the braid out of his hand and start to undo it before I would go to bed. I wave to Pao again and go to my room. Adam keeps talking and follows me.

It isn’t unusual for him to come along. I just don’t understand, why he is leaving Pao alone on his Birthday.

I go to my narrow dressing table to brush my hair before bed and Adam reaches around me to put the rubber band on the little table and puts down the half-empty glass of water.

There is a large mirror above the table and I look in it. I feel his body heat close behind me, and the memory of his hand on my belly comes back to my mind.

Adam is very good-looking and he knows it. His Blue eyes could effortlessly charm Pao, and I understood why.

If he wasn’t gay, I would have tried something on him long ago.

My thoughts wander and then suddenly everything changes, but my brain reacts much too slowly. I freeze completely when I see in the mirror that Adam’s hand pushes my hair aside, and his mouth approaches my neck to kiss me.

I see what’s happening, but my mind doesn’t give me a plausible explanation for the picture.

Adam is gay, and I am just a platonic friend for him. It makes no sense to me what he is doing. I take a breath to protest, but he lifts his head, looks at me in the mirror, and shakes his head in a gesture of denial.

I say nothing, still trying to understand.

His eyes bore into mine, and I realize that this is not an accident.