Sidemen Oneshots

Mind, Body, Soul

Requested by emweraldwarr. I hope this is good enough for you <3

- Non-descript smut, a tiny bit of dom/sub.

"We've all kissed." Simon says nonchalantly, shrugging as he reaches for Harry's drink, taking a large gulp before finally handing it back.

Ethan blinks, chewing around a mouthful of food before talking as he doesn't want either other men to judge him again during this meal. "Kissed? Mate, I've literally just eaten his arse."

Since not an ounce of thought process had gone into Ethan's (near immediate) response to Simon's sentence, it takes him an embarrassingly long time to understand why Harry smacks his bicep with the back of his hand.

"Wait, shit-"

All of their eyes go wide at the realisation of what Ethan just said, not one of them having any clue on how best to go about proceeding with the idle chit chat. Preferably in any other direction bar this one.

"You what?" Simon asks, his voice shaky.

Whilst Ethan looks ashamed for what he just blurted out, and Harry looks embarrassed, Simon merely looks - scared. There is a hint of something, intrigue, perhaps, but his facial expression is wary; if only slightly.

"Is that," Simon swallows, reaching again for Harry's drink and taking a sip. He stalls for as many seconds as he can get away with before continuing, "is that what you guys did when the two of you went to the toilet together? Because, if it is, that's- that's kind of... gross, you guys."

Simon said that as if eating arse in any other situation wasn't still kind of... gross.

"N-no!" Harry rushes to assure their friend. "No, no, that isn't what h-happened at all! I needed a piss, Ethan needed a piss, that was it. I promise, nothing more than p-pissing happened in that ba-bathroom."

(Neither of them notices the look of ghastly distate on the face of the older lady currently seating herself at the table next to them with a man looking to be around the same age.)

"Not on each other, I hope." Simon jokes, looking queasy even as he makes the joke.

Harry, his face already slowly reddening from before, blushes heavily.

"O-of course, n-not! That's g-gross, Simon. I'm tr-trying to eat, here, man."

"Just like I ate your arse before we left." Ethan mumbles, though he clearly doesn't speak quietly enough because Simon and Harry are still able to hear it, unfortunately. (Hopefully, no one else around them is able to.)

"Ethan! Stop it!"

"Ethan, we're having dinner. Or at least trying to. Have some manners." Simon bosses, seemingly clutching for any element of control that he can get his hands on, as he so often does in the face of his own emotional vulnerability.

"I can't help it." Ethan shrugs, smirking. If Simon was a fighter, then he would punch the other man right there and then, wipe that smug look off Ethan's face. "It's just such a good arse. Puts all the OnlyFans girls to shame, that arse does. Absolutely delicious."

Apparently, Ethan can't grasp the concept of privacy, or the phrase too much information. If he could learn about them both, then everyone present could only benefit from his newfound knowledge.

Harry doesn't bother trying to, again, dissuade his friend. Friend with a question mark next to it in brackets, because not a single person at this table knows if the two are still just that, or have - by now - become more than that.