“Yes,” Ichabod said bluntly, glancing sideways at Ben, the annoyance in his eyes fading into a more wary look. “But… not that you thought you would, that you might,” he added in correction. If Ben was so set on not keeping secrets between him and Kerr then why did it matter? But at least it wasn’t just hmi running off to tell the other about what had been said. Ben would go home, tell Kerr his side of tonight, then Ichabod would have his chance tomorrow, then Kerr could go tell Ben what he’d said and it was all just turning into a pointless circle.
He caught the stray thought and his frown returned.
“What? No,” Did I? Not in those words, I said I would wait for him, but not for you to fuck up, for you to say we could be together maybe sometime, after the threesome that wasn’t.
Ichabod suddenly didn’t know exactly what he’d said, what Kerr had said, whether his words could have been taken different ways. Misunderstandings seemed to be more than common in this three-way conversation.
But Ben had been willing to fuck Ichabod to keep them getting along. How could someone who thought like that not end up hurting the person he loved? Yes, he thought Ben would fail, get fed up, leave, betray Kerr somehow. But he hadn’t said that to Kerr, had he? Not last week.