Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

F/M, M/M, Multi

Fandom:

Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types

Relationships:

Kip Grady/Scott Hunter, Scott Hunter/Carter Vaughn, Gloria Grey/Carter Vaughn, Kip Grady/Carter Vaughn, Kip Grady/Gloria Grey, Scott Hunter/Gloria Grey, Kip Grady/Scott Hunter/Carter Vaughn/Gloria Grey, Scott Hunter & Carter Vaughn, Kip Grady & Carter Vaughn, Kip Grady & Gloria Grey, Scott Hunter & Gloria Grey

Characters:

Kip Grady, Scott Hunter (Game Changers), Carter Vaughn, Gloria Grey

Additional Tags:

Bi-Curiosity, Platonic Kissing, Phone Sex, Masturbation, Open Relationships

Language:

English

Series:

Part 2 of hypotheticals

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Published: 2026-06-03 Words: 5,075 Chapters: 1/1

obviously we’re at the beginning of something

Summary

“I need to talk to you, Vaughny, you got a sec?”

It’s not unusual, Scott and Carter off somewhere to talk in private, so no one bats an eye at them disappearing into one of the unused offices.

Scott locks the door behind them and Carter gives him an extremely interested look.

-
Further adventures of the NYC polycule. Scott and Carter win some games and go on a road trip together, Gloria and Kip make excellent use of technology.

Notes

Scott and Carter play better together than ever. They’ve always shared half of the same brain cell anyway, at least according to Huff, but this season has them in sync in a way that’s even stronger than it used to be. Nobody on the team knows why – Scott and Carter do.

It’s not that they were never physical with each other before. Carter is a touchy guy, the first one in the cuddle pile on a roadie, readily hugging every rookie who looks like they might need some love. Scott got his share of that, though he always used to hold back a little on returning it, for obvious reasons.

But it seems like regular make-out sessions on the couch like they’re teenagers have lifted their physical awareness of each other to a new level. Who would have thought.

It’s still a little weird to Scott, just how seamlessly all that integrates into their existing friendship as well. It’s just part of the routine now, something they do when they hang out. Same as talking shit about their last game and eating takeout and playing whatever video game Carter brings over, even though Scott feels much too old for that somehow (and isn’t very good at it).

Also, Scott still thinks Carter likes kissing Kip a little more. They’ve repeatedly established that it’s not a competition, and it’s not like Scott could begrudge Carter his taste anyway. Kip remains adorably smug about it.

Scott swore to himself in the beginning that he wouldn’t let this thing into the locker room, but seeing as it’s already kind of there, and it’s been good for their game – well. What’s the harm?

He clasps his hand on Carter’s shoulder before their home game against Pittsburgh, squeezing.

“I need to talk to you, Vaughny, you got a sec?”

It’s not unusual, Scott and Carter off somewhere to talk in private, so no one bats an eye at them disappearing into one of the unused offices.

Scott locks the door behind them and Carter gives him an extremely interested look.

“I wanna try something. You up for it?”

“Fuck, yeah,” Carter says and Scott crowds him back against one of the large filing cabinets. They’re in full gear, minus helmets, and that in itself does nothing for Scott, but the way Carter looks at him, eyes dark, the way his throat moves as he swallows…that does something.

Scott slots their mouths together, both hands up against the cabinet doors by Carter’s head, and Carter makes a sound in his throat that’s unmistakably hungry. They’ve leveled up a little bit from gentle in the past couple weeks.

They’re both fired up for the game, a mix of adrenaline and pre-workout pumping through their bloodstream, and Scott can feel it in the way Carter kisses him back. Hot. Demanding. Fingers twisting into the fabric of his jersey.

It’s not that Scott never noticed that Carter is objectively goodlooking. It was just one of those things he had to block out for his own sanity, and he did. The guys on the team are carefully labeled as neutral in his brain, and he very actively does not think about who’s hot or who’s his type. Exceptions to that rule have recently been made.

“Shit, wait,” Carter says when Scott breaks away and chases his mouth, goes in once more, tongue-first. Scott feels it all the way down to his toes.

He keeps a very noticeable distance between them from the waist down, because that is something they don’t do – that’s for Kip and for Gloria, a line that isn’t crossed between them. Scott isn’t sure Carter and Kip have that same unspoken rule for themselves, because he’s definitely seen them kissing on the couch pressed close with their legs tangled together, but that time was all sweet and languid. Kip probably wasn’t even hard. The same can’t be said for Scott now, and Carter, well – he doesn’t think about that.

It works just the way it is, and there’s no reason to rock the boat.

“Right, you ready to win out there?”

Carter grins at him, looking excited and a little wild.

“Fuck, yeah,” he repeats.

They absolutely wipe the floor with Pittsburgh. The mood in Madison Square Garden is electric, the audience on their feet in the stands and screaming for every goal. When Scott completes his hat trick, Whatever It Takes on the speakers and the entire arena chanting “Hunter, Hunter” at him, it feels like he’s on a high.

He looks at where Kip is standing with Maria and holds up half a heart with his fingers. Kip completes the gesture with his other hand and they both end up in a split screen on the jumbotron.

Carter knocks into his side and taps their helmets together. Gloria isn’t there today, she’s in LA filming a new movie, so Carter blows a kiss at Kip instead and Kip laughs and returns it.

It makes Scott’s heart feel full in a way he can’t quite explain.

So that all worked out pretty well, really.

Scott’s superstitious side wants to turn a bit of friendly making out into a new pre-game ritual, but he decides to keep a lid on it. There’s having fun and then there’s tempting fate.

Carter looks at him like he can read his thoughts right out of his brain and just says, “bro.” Sometimes that’s all that needs to be said. Scott nods and they go to collect Kip to celebrate their win and tell him exactly what they think caused it.

“Appreciate the mental image,” Kip says, “I really do. That sounds hot.”

He’s sorting through the takeout containers on the coffee table, trying to find his order among the chaos they’ve brought home after the game.

“What, Scott never took you back to our stinky old locker room and, like, role-played a little?”

“Role-played as what?” Scott asks and Carter shrugs.

“Hockey players.”

“How is that role-playing?” Kip asks, his lips twisting into a little half-smile.

“Man, I don’t know. Some of the girls are into it, I guess. You hear things.”

“I don’t hear things,” Scott says.

“No offense, but you don’t seem like the kinda guy who wants to know about the rookies’ locker room hookups.”

“And why settle for second-hand stories,” Kip says a little smugly, “when you can have the real thing?”

“Wait, you – ?”

“No comment,” Scott says, just to annoy Carter. Who now desperately wants to know.

“Wait, like – how? And where exactly?”

Scott shrugs and takes a bite out of his burger. It’s not like he isn’t aware it’s a classic. Kip had wanted to try, and what Kip wants, Kip gets, so they drove to Tarrytown and snuck in one night. Even if Scott generally finds few things less arousing than the (indeed sometimes overwhelmingly foul-smelling) locker room.

But then, to his surprise, Kip had been the one to pull on a #21 jersey and pick up a stick, hooking it around the back of Scott’s neck to push him down to his knees, telling him he wanted a reward for his last win from his most faithful little puck slut and – needless to say, things escalated a little.

(For obvious reasons, it’s not a term Scott actually ever uses, not even in its cutesy bunny variation, but somehow that only made the whole thing hotter. He doesn’t even know how Kip knows it.)

So technically, yes, they role-played hockey players. But Carter really doesn’t need to know about that. He also doesn’t need to know that Kip can still make Scott blush bright red if he calls him…that. It’s embarrassing, is what it is.

Scott had to use considerable amounts of those compartmentalization skills the next time he went to practice and saw the locker room. Thankfully it only took a few days of its usual malodorous state to make everything go back to normal.

“How, Carter? Really?” Kip laughs.

“I feel like we’re there. I feel like you could tell me.”

“When is Gloria coming back?” Scott asks. “Cause you need…her, clearly, if it’s bad enough that locker room stories get you going.”

Kip looks like he maybe wants to say something, and Scott knows what he’s thinking about. They could help. They could offer. (Kip is maybe a little too good a friend sometimes.)

Scott shakes his head almost imperceptibly. He knows when Carter is just talking a big game, and that’s what’s going on now. He has a carte blanche from Gloria to essentially do whatever he wants to, with Kip and Scott. And if what he wants ever turns out to be more than they’re doing now, he can let them know. But until then…

Kip nods, understanding.

“Another week,” Carter sighs, "and only for a few days."

“Oh, and we’re…” On a roadie for ten days.

“Yeah, exactly.”

“That’s rough,” Kip says.

Gloria has been away on set more than she’s been around since their little arrangement started, but she’s been as enthusiastic a participant in it as any of them whenever she was there. And Scott is fine kissing her, it’s kind of nice. It doesn’t progress to making out the way it does between him and Carter, though she’s done that with Kip a few times.

It’s all a little confusing to him, how exactly that part of them fits together, but Kip showed him the comments online on a photo of Gloria in a minidress one day (which were, honestly, revolting) and said to Scott, “now imagine you get this every day and then you also have two good friends who give you physical affection without thinking of you as a sexual object”, and he kind of got it a little more then.

And as for Kip, he just seems to like kissing people. Maybe that’s why he’s so good at it.

“What’s rough is I gotta listen to this dumbass snore every night.”

Scott raises his eyebrows at Carter, unimpressed. For a chirp, it’s honestly a bit weak.

“That’s not how you get more game day kisses, Carter,” Kip says, but Carter just grins at him, unconcerned.

“I don’t know, I got a good feeling about it.”

---

The road trip is a bit of a shit show. Not because they lose their games (and thank God for that), but because literally everything else seems to go wrong. Flights delayed, unpredictable Canadian weather. Luggage left behind. Gillis getting lost on his way back from the club in Montreal because he missed the Uber, nearly causing an international incident in the process. Jalo getting into a bar fight because some local thought he looked exactly like the guy his girlfriend left him for (doubtful) and punched him in the nose (bad life choice), nearly causing the next international incident.

By the time they’re halfway through the trip, everyone is exhausted and Scott is missing Kip so fiercely that he would swear his heart physically hurts from it.

Thankfully, Kip always knows how to cheer him up.

Carter is out for dinner at some apparently very famous restaurant with Eric and a few of the others, and Scott has the hotel room to himself and Kip on FaceTime with his shirt already off. In other words, the evening looks very promising.

Kip is telling him in great detail what he has planned for the day Scott gets back home, and apparently that’s going to involve licking dessert sauces off his abs. Which Scott has absolutely no complaints about. They’re just getting to the licking of other assorted body parts (no sauce needed) and Scott has one hand down his sweatpants, watching Kip palm himself through his boxers much the same way, when the door opens.

“You won’t fucking believe the chicken this place –” Carter stops dead in his tracks, taking in the scene. He has the presence of mind to close the door behind him at least, instead of treating the entire hallway to a show.

“What about the chicken?” Kip asks casually when it becomes clear that both Scott and Carter are currently a little speechless. At least he’s taken his hand off his dick, which is more than can be said for Scott. But it feels like moving his arm would just draw more attention to it, so. Conundrum.

“It wasn’t cooked all the way through,” Carter replies, not missing a beat. He sits down on his own bed and talks over Scott’s head to tell Kip all about his dinner woes. “Michelin star place and they served me raw chicken. This trip is cursed. I might have salmonella now.”

“Shut up, you don’t have salmonella,” Scott finally says. Can one thing go right this week?

“Nah, probably not, I didn’t eat it. Obviously.”

“Oh my God, Vaughny.” All that over nothing.

“But you guys were – I mean, I can totally fuck off to the bar for a bit.”

“Mood’s kinda gone,” Scott says, resigned to his fate of cutting their call short. It shouldn’t really come as a surprise, after how the last few days have gone. Doesn’t mean he has to like it.

“Stay, Carter,” Kip says from the phone. “You can do me a favor.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You can kiss that grump next to you until he’s smiling again.”

Scott huffs, feeling a little managed, but doesn’t complain. It’s not like they’ve had much opportunity for anything so far, despite sharing a hotel room for the duration of the trip. They’ve both either been on the phone trying to sort out the latest travel drama, or off somewhere collecting their wayward rookies before they also get lost. Tonight is the first time that actually feels like a night off.

“That I can do.” Carter grins at Kip and throws himself onto the bed next to Scott with a lot more fervor than necessary and then kicks Scott until he moves over to make more room.

Scott finally pulls his hand out of his pants, because it’s getting weird, and Kip gives him an exaggeratedly sad look.

“Wait, actually, what’s Gloria doing? Can we get her on the call?” Kip asks and Carter nods eagerly.

“Yeah, yeah, try her. We were gonna talk later but they might have wrapped for the day already.”

A moment later, Gloria’s face in full disco era make-up pops up on the screen next to Kip. She’s shooting a movie set in the 1960s and it looks very fun; she’s been sending them photos of all her outfits and hairstyles.

“Oh hello,” she says, and then laughs. “What’s going on with you guys?”

What’s going on is that Kip is still shirtless and Scott and Carter are squeezed into a too-small bed together, so all that must be an interesting call to join.

“Babe –” Carter starts and Scott gives him a dark look.

“If you start with your dinner again...”

“I didn’t fucking say anything.”

“Okay,” Kip interrupts, “these two are having a stressful time and they’re gonna make out about it.”

“Good choice,” Gloria says approvingly and Kip nods.

“So I thought you might wanna see.”

“This is so fucking awkward,” Scott mutters and stares at the ceiling. He’s still holding the phone up with one hand and his arm is starting to go a little numb.

“Damn, you are grumpy though,” Carter says and takes the phone off him, propping it up on the nightstand. It might not give Kip and Gloria the full-body view that Scott was aiming for when he was talking to Kip alone earlier, but it’s good enough.

“Can you chill?” Carter asks and Scott takes a deep breath. Yeah. Actually, there’s no reason not to right now. He’s just in a mood.

“Make me.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Carter says and draws him into a kiss with a hand on the back of his neck.

Scott exhales into it and feels some of the tension bleed out of him. They’re sort of half-sitting, half-slouching against the headboard, a wholly unnecessary amount of pillows behind them that’s actually kind of nice right now.

They don’t usually do this in bed. It’s just one more of those things, an unspoken agreement that works well for everyone. But it’s not like there’s really anywhere else to sit right now, and Carter seems okay with it anyway, so Scott tries not to let it throw him off.

He thinks about Kip, watching them, and maybe – maybe touching himself again. Scott isn’t sure, part of him thinks he probably wouldn’t, with Gloria on the call, but then again, it’s not like she would exactly mind. And he can angle the phone so no one would see –

Scott is trying not to think about it too much as Carter keeps kissing him, hands on his face and in his hair, tongue in his mouth, but it’s – it’s not that easy. It gets all jumbled up in his brain, Carter’s mouth hot against his, Kip on the phone, the way Kip looked at him a few minutes ago…

“Babe,” Gloria says, “take your shirt off.”

Carter immediately does, no questions asked. Huh, Scott thinks. Interesting.

“And can someone –” Gloria laughs a little and Kip quietly says something that Scott doesn’t quite catch, then she continues, “can someone, like, get on top, so we can see better? I’m mostly getting Scott’s back here.”

“Yes, please,” Kip says.

“What are we, your private little porn show?” Scott asks. He secretly doesn’t hate it, but it should probably be addressed, at least.

“I mean, yeah.”

“Like you weren’t about to get a show from Kip before I came in,” Carter says, seeming remarkably unconcerned.

Scott feels like the moment is slipping from his hands a little bit here, so he grabs Carter’s shoulders and pushes him down into the bed, arranging their bodies until he’s kneeling over him. Carter looks a little surprised but definitely interested in the proceedings.

“Is our audience satisfied with their view now?” he asks flatly and looks over at the phone.

“Very,” Gloria confirms. “Please, carry on.”

Scott pulls his shirt over his head, too, because he knows that’s the next thing Kip is going to ask. They also don’t do this, usually. Clothes off. So many new things today.

He’s always kind of waiting for the moment the balance will tip, where Carter will set a boundary and tell him that’s as far as he’s comfortable going, but it hasn’t come yet. It’s kind of Scott’s worst nightmare, accidentally taking things too far and putting their friendship at risk. But he trusts Carter – trusts him to say what he wants, and to say what he doesn’t want. He knows they’re solid.

And it’s not like they haven’t seen each other naked literally hundreds of times, so it doesn’t feel weird. Just a new context for it.

Scott leans back in to kiss Carter again, hyperaware of Kip and Gloria watching. He might have played it off before, but he’s actually starting to find this pretty exciting. So he acts it all out a little more, arms flexed where he’s holding himself up, back arched a little deeper than necessary. Letting his whole body move with him when they change angles on their kiss. He hears Kip make a soft sound in his throat over the speakers and he knows it’s working.

Well, there should be something for Gloria to enjoy, too, and he kind of has a feeling he knows what she’ll like, so he pulls back a little and then cups Carter’s jaw with one hand, tilting his head back a little.

Carter’s eyes go wide and he says, “dude”, which makes Scott laugh. It comes out low and deep and Carter stares at him. Scott sits back a bit more, making sure he isn’t obstructing the view, and slowly moves his hand down, open palm over Carter’s throat, then his fingers trailing over his collarbones. He can feel Carter’s chest move under his hand as his breathing picks up.

Scott looks at the camera and smirks. “Yeah?”

“You understand me.” Gloria seems pleased.

“All right,” Carter says, like he’s hyping himself up for something, “all right.”

He pulls Scott back down, one hand at the side of his neck and the other on his back. They kiss some more, a little urgent now, a little heated. Carter’s hand slides lower, settling on the small of Scott’s back and he presses down.

Scott resists for a moment out of habit, but if Carter wants this – he drops his hips and makes a breathless sound when they press together. They’re both hard, right next to each other, Carter still in his jeans but Scott in soft sweats, and he can definitely feel it.

Carter is still kissing him, rocks his hips up against Scott in an experimental motion – once, twice, and then stills. He taps Scott’s side and Scott pulls all the way back, sitting back on his haunches.

“Yeah, I don’t know, man,” Carter says and shakes his head.

“Too weird?”

“Too weird for now.”

“Okay,” Scott says solemnly.

“Okay, cool.”

And that’s it, that’s all, because Carter is pulling him back in and kissing him again and it’s all – fine. Communication, it works.

“But, uh…we could. I mean. By ourselves.” He gives Scott a look, raising his eyebrows. “Since we’re all here.”

“So in favor of that plan,” Kip says. Scott looks back at the phone and Kip is definitely a little pink in the face. He can’t tell with Gloria under all her makeup, but she does seem a little flustered, nodding her head with big eyes.

“Yeah,” Scott says, “yeah, okay.”

He’s not sure how, at first, without it being a little awkward, so he keeps looking at Kip and Gloria, and Carter does the same. And it’s fine, somehow it’s fine. He’s still kneeling over Carter’s legs and sees Carter stick his hands down his pants out of the corner of his eye (doing this in jeans is going to be awkward but it’s not like Scott’s gonna ask him to take his pants off).

“Yeah,” Kip says quietly, watching Scott palm himself through his sweats, and Scott can see his arm moving at the bottom corner of the video. It sends a spike of heat through him, the thought of all of them doing this together.

He slips his hand under the waistband, into his underwear, and exhales loudly when he wraps his fingers around his cock. Him and Kip are usually more vocal than this, and he’d bet Carter never shuts up in bed either, but there’s a tentativeness to the moment that has them all quiet now, giving Scott nothing but the sound of his own breathing and Carter’s, their hands brushing against fabric.

He sees Gloria move a little, too, a tiny motion of her shoulder, and he glances at Carter, whose eyes are glued to the little screen. Scott wants to ask him if he’s sure it’s all good, but then Carter’s other hand hooks around the back of Scott’s knee, connecting. Yeah, they’re fine. Scott props himself up with one hand on top of Carter’s thigh and it feels good, like this, reassuring for them both that it’s okay.

There’s the softest little moan from Gloria, a series of fast breaths and – oh. Oh, right. She tips her head back, her shoulders tense for a moment and her body shaking and then she relaxes, a smile spreading over her face.

“So hot, baby,” Carter says under his breath, “you’re so gorgeous, oh my God.”

Scott feels Carter’s fingers flex against the back of his knee and sees his hand down his jeans speed up out of the corner of his eye.

Kip is getting there, too, a flush spread all over his chest and Scott wants – wants so badly to touch him, to bite his nipples, to rub his face against the soft hair low on his belly, to cover Kip’s hand on his cock with his own.

“Let me see it,” he says instead, because that’s the next best thing right now, and he isn’t thinking about the others; Carter and Gloria can look away if they want to, but he needs Kip. “Let me see you, baby, please.”

Kip nods, a familiar strain to his jaw, and Scott sees him reach out to pick up the phone and angle it down. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread, boxers pushed down to the middle of his thighs and he’s pumping his cock, glistening wet with a bit of lube. Scott can’t hear the slick sounds over the phone but he can imagine them, knows it all so well that his brain autocompletes the missing parts of the experience.

“Scott,” Kip says, breathless and sweet, and then he’s coming all over his hand and belly, and Scott groans and watches and still wants.

He strokes himself harder, sees Kip angle the phone back to his face where he looks a little red like maybe he’s embarrassed now, but he shouldn’t be, he should never feel bad for something so hot and beautiful. Scott lost track of everyone a little, focusing on Kip, but Gloria is definitely – oh, yeah, again. Right, that’s a lot easier for women.

Carter makes a choked-off noise next to him and Scott thinks it should be weird but it’s not, it’s not, it just sounds like they’re at the gym working out together and then – that sounds like they’re working out very intensely, and – yeah. That’s it. Scott looks at Kip on the screen one more time and then closes his eyes, letting himself get swept away into a toe-curling orgasm.

He lets his body settle for a bit, sitting back and catching his breath. That sure was…something.

“Yo,” Carter says when Scott blinks himself back into reality and hands him a couple of tissues from the box on the nightstand.

“Yeah, thanks.” He wipes his hand off while Carter does the same and they listen to Kip and Gloria joke about how away games surely must have been one big gay sex conspiracy all along, because how convenient was that?

“Everyone okay?” Scott asks cautiously. It seems that way, but he feels like he should probably make sure.

Kip and Gloria confirm, looking very happy with themselves for setting all this in motion, and Carter nods, too.

“You a cuddler after?”

“Yes,” Kip says loudly and Scott shrugs. Nothing shameful about it.

“Aw, I knew it,” Carter says and spreads his arms wide. “Come on, big guy. Five minutes and then I need to go change my pants.”

Scott huffs out a laugh and flops down on the bed, half next to Carter and half on top of him, because there’s really just not enough room. Carter pats his head and puts an arm around him. It feels oddly sweet.

They talk to Kip and Gloria a little longer, mostly just chitchat, and Scott can feel himself getting tired, the last few days finally catching up with him. It’s a pleasant type of exhaustion though, not the stressful kind.

“Hey, don’t you fall asleep on me, you weigh like 200 pounds,” Carter says and Scott groans. “In your jizz undies and all.”

“That’s gross, Vaughny.”

“It’s the truth.”

“I think I’ll let you boys finish that conversation by yourselves.” Gloria is laughing over the phone and says her goodbyes. Carter makes kissy noises at her before she hangs up (which is maybe the cutest thing Scott has ever seen him do).

“All right,” Carter says and reaches for the phone where it’s still perched on the nightstand, handing it over to Scott while he disentangles himself from Scott’s dead weight on top of him. “I’m gonna give you your Kip for company and go get a shower.”

“Bye Carter,” Kip says warmly, “you guys sleep well.”

He is treated to further, significantly more obnoxious kissy noises, and then they’re alone again.

“Wow,” Kip says softly. “How are you feeling?”

Scott takes stock of himself for a moment. He’s been so worried about everyone else, he hasn’t really thought about it yet.

“Uh, good, actually. Like – yeah. I feel good about it, I think? What about you?”

“That was so hot, I don’t even know what to say.” Kip laughs and shrugs, looking a little overwhelmed.

“You were hot,” Scott replies. He’s feeling warm and comfortable, a little fuzzy with exhaustion.

“I hope I didn’t push too much, I kinda got into it a little.”

“Yeah, you did,” Scott says with a smile. The warm shower that’s waiting after Carter is done is probably just going to knock him out cold and he’s looking forward to it. “It’s all good. You pushed just right.”

When Scott and are Carter are both lying in their respective beds later, indulging in a few minutes of phone time (Carter is watching YouTube with the sound on loud because he’s an animal, Scott is swiping through the silly selfies he took with Kip at the Met last week), Carter casually says, “You know, for the record…”

“Mhmm?”

“Coulda, like, taken it out. Before.”

“Oh.” The statement hits Scott out of nowhere and he really isn’t sure what to say to that. “Did you – want me to?”

“Nothing I haven’t seen,” Carter says, as if that answers his question, then seems to mull it over. “I don’t know. I never really know until I actually try it.”

“That’s, uh – usually how it works, yeah.” Experimenting. Being Carter’s experiment has been pretty fun so far, so Scott really doesn’t have any complaints about that.

“You’re okay with that?”

“Yeah. I promise my ego can take it if you change your mind and just end up telling me to put my dick away,” Scott says and Carter snorts. “Just always tell me, okay?”

“I promise you can always count on me to tell you to put your dick away.”

“You’re a good friend. Now shut up and go to sleep.”

“You shut up and go to sleep.”

“I’ve been trying for like an hour. Then you wanted to talk about dicks.”

“As if you don’t want to talk about dicks all the time.”

“I’m gay, it’s allowed.”

Carter huffs and turns over, looking at Scott in the dark. “You know what, that’s fair. I’ll let you have that one.”

“Generous.”

“Always.”