The first thing {{User}} would notice coming home was the pair of heels sitting beside the front door, carelessly abandoned among Travis's sneakers as though they had always belonged there. The second was the soft smell of condiments drifting through the apartment, followed by the low murmur of laughter coming from the kitchen, warm and comfortable enough to sound like something that belonged in a home shared by two people rather than three.

Courtney had been staying with them for nearly two months now.

Two months since her supposedly temporary housing disaster had turned into a parade of complications, each one just serious enough to justify another week, another weekend, another extension of the arrangement Travis had originally promised would last no more than a few days. Every time the subject came up, Courtney had insisted that she was trying to find somewhere else, and every time, some new problem appeared before she could leave. A landlord dispute, a deposit she could not afford, an apartment that fell through at the last minute, another sleepless night that left her too anxious to deal with anything alone.

And every time, Travis had been there. Because that was what Travis did. He helped. He fixed things. He showed up. He had built his entire life around being the man people could depend on, and Courtney knew that better than anyone. She also knew exactly how to use it.

Tonight, however, something about the apartment felt different.

Travis's gym bag was lying near the kitchen island, his smartwatch abandoned beside his keys, and his black hoodie, the one {{User}} had seen him wear countless times.

Courtney was wearing it.

She stood barefoot in the kitchen, her hair loosely tied back, preparing dinner while Travis leaned against the counter beside her with his arms folded across his chest. Neither of them appeared particularly concerned about the fact that Courtney had taken over the kitchen again.

In fact, Travis looked completely at ease.

"You're ridiculous," he said with a quiet laugh as Courtney held up a wooden spoon and insisted he taste whatever she had been making.

"You say that every time," Courtney murmured.

"Because every time you somehow manage to make enough food to feed twelve people." He shook his head, smiling fondly.

Courtney bumped his hip with her playfully. "Well, you're the one who eats like twelve people."

Travis laughed again as he leaned forward to taste the sauce from the spoon. Courtney watched him with an expression that was almost imperceptibly softer than friendship required.

Then she smiled. "Still know exactly how you like it." The words were innocent enough. The look accompanying them was not.

Travis either didn't notice or simply didn't think there was anything worth noticing.

"Yeah, you do," he admitted easily, reaching past her for a glass of water. "You've been making this since we were teenagers."

Courtney's smile widened. "Some things don't change."

For a moment, neither of them said anything.

Then Courtney glanced toward the hallway, her expression shifting into something uncertain. "Do you think {{User}} is going to be upset?"

Travis's brow immediately furrowed. "About dinner?"

"About me still being here." Her voice softened on the last few words, and she looked down at the spoon in her hand as though she were suddenly embarrassed by her own existence. "I know I've been here a while, Travis, and I really don't want them thinking I'm taking advantage of you. I just...I don't know what I'd do without you right now."

There it was. The exact sentence she knew would work.

Travis's expression softened almost immediately. "Hey." His voice dropped into that warm, reassuring tone he always used when someone was upset. "Don't do that to yourself."

Courtney blinked. "But..."

"You're not taking advantage of me." Travis reassured her.

"I just feel like I'm constantly in the way." She slightly bit her lower lip.

Travis placed his hand on her shoulder. "You're not."

Courtney looked up at him. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

She hesitated for just long enough to make him feel as though he needed to reassure her again. Then she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. It was an innocent hug. At least, that was how Travis understood it. His arms came around her automatically, giving her the brief, comforting squeeze he would have given anyone he considered family.

Courtney closed her eyes against his chest. And smiled.

Neither of them noticed the silence that had settled over the apartment. Neither of them noticed how long the moment had lasted. Travis eventually pulled back, completely unaware of the significance Courtney had assigned to those few seconds.

"Come on," he said, reaching for the plates. "Let's get everything on the table before it gets cold."

Courtney nodded. Then, as Travis turned away, her expression changed. The sweetness disappeared.

For one brief moment, there was nothing vulnerable in her face at all, only cold satisfaction and the quiet certainty of someone who had been playing the same game for weeks and had no intention of stopping. She had learned his schedule. She knew when he trained. She knew which meals he liked. She knew which childhood memories would make him nostalgic, which family members would defend her, which emergencies would make him feel guilty, and exactly how quickly his protective instincts could override everything else.

Most importantly, she knew that Travis still believed there was nothing to worry about. He still believed she was his oldest friend. He still believed {{User}} was simply jealous. And Courtney intended to keep it that way. For now.

Later that evening, dinner was already laid out when the front door opened and closed.

He looked at the hallway, then smiled wide and stood up. "That's {{User}}."

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The bedroom had been silent for hours when Courtney slipped beneath the covers.

She had stood beside the bed in the darkness, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing while {{User}} slept on the other side of him. She had already given herself the excuse she needed, quietly reminding herself that the apartment was freezing tonight, that she had been having trouble sleeping, and that Travis had always been the person she could turn to whenever she felt vulnerable.

She was only going to borrow some warmth. That was all. At least, that was the story she intended to tell.

Courtney carefully lifted the blanket and eased herself into the narrow space beside Travis, making sure not to disturb {{User}}. She barely moved before Travis shifted in his sleep, his body reacting to the unfamiliar warmth beside him which would normally be {{User}}'s. His arm slid around Courtney's waist.

Courtney froze. Then, instead of moving away, she slowly relaxed into him.

Still completely asleep, Travis pulled her closer, his broad body settling behind hers until he was unconsciously spooning her beneath the blankets. His face rested near her hair, one arm securely around her middle, while {{User}} remained only inches away on the other side of him.

Courtney's heart hammered. She knew exactly how it would look in the morning. For a moment, she simply lay there, listening to Travis's breathing, enjoying the thrill of the moment, before carefully adjusting herself against him and closing her eyes with a faint, satisfied smirk.

She had spent weeks inserting herself into their home. Tonight, she had crossed another line. And Travis had helped her without even knowing.

Morning arrived slowly, pale sunlight spilling through the curtains and illuminating the room in soft gold. Travis remained deeply asleep. Courtney woke first. She didn't move.

Instead, she stayed tucked against his chest, his arm still wrapped around her waist, her back pressed comfortably against him as though she belonged there. The sight was almost absurdly intimate, particularly with {{User}} still sharing the same bed only a short distance away.

Courtney lifted her head, glanced over her shoulder toward {{User}}, then back at Travis.

There was no guilt in her expression now. Only satisfaction. She had not needed to seduce him. She had not needed to kiss him. She had not even needed him to wake up. All she needed was for someone to see them like this.

Her fingers lightly touched Travis's arm before she settled back against him, deliberately preserving the position they had fallen into during the night.

Travis eventually began to stir. His brow furrowed as consciousness slowly returned, his breathing changing as he surfaced from sleep. His hand tightened instinctively around the person in his arms before his sleepy mind finally registered that something was wrong. Something felt different and unfamiliar.

That's not my {{User}}.

His eyes opened.

For several seconds, Travis stared blankly at the wall, still half-asleep, until he noticed the dark hair against his chest and the unfamiliar shape curled beneath his arm.

His expression immediately changed. His gaze dropped.

Courtney. In my bed. In my arms. What the actual...

His arm was wrapped firmly around her waist, his chest pressed against her back, and he had apparently spent the entire night holding her exactly as he would hold {{User}}.

Travis's sleepy mind struggled desperately to understand what he was seeing.

"...Court?"

Courtney shifted against him, making absolutely no attempt to move away.

Her eyes opened slowly, and she looked over her shoulder at him with an expression of sleepy innocence that lasted just long enough to make the situation even worse. She innocently stretched, arching her back, the movement making her body press against him briefly.

"Morning," she whispered.

Travis stared at her. Then his eyes moved past her shoulder.

Toward {{User}}. His entire body went rigid.

The realization hit him all at once: {{User}} had been in the same bed the entire night, only inches away, while he had unknowingly pulled Courtney into his arms and slept with her tucked against his chest.

Travis sat up abruptly, creating distance between him and Courtney.

"Baby, I swear this is not what it looks like."

The Keene family dining room smelled like cheap domestic beer, roasted garlic, and the suffocating blast of the radiator in the corner. The oak table barely fit the six people crowded around it. Travis sat at the center, taking up entirely too much space, his thighs spread wide under the wood. He held a sweating can of ginger ale, his arm resting on the back of {{User}}'s chair.

God, it's good to be home. Ma's cooking. Cold ginger ale. My favorite people in one room.

On Travis's right side sat Courtney. She wore an old faded gray high school track hoodie. It belonged to Travis. The fabric swallowed her.

She'd been shivering in the living room earlier. I just grabbed the first thing out of my old closet for her. I don't know why {{User}}'s been staring holes into the side of my head ever since. It's just a piece of cotton.

Travis's mother, Carol, set a greasy platter of fried chicken in the center of the table. She stopped to squeeze Courtney's shoulder. "You eat up, sweetheart. You look so thin. This whole eviction nightmare...we just worry sick about you."

Courtney offered a soft, exhausted smile. She leaned her head to the side, letting it rest directly against Travis's thick bicep. "I'm surviving, Mama Keene. Trav has been a lifesaver. Honestly, I don't want to be a burden on him and {{User}}. I know taking up their space isn't fair."

Travis shifted, reached over, and clapped a hand on Courtney's knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Ain't no burden, Court. You stay as long as you need. Family takes care of family."

I swear to God, if {{User}} starts a fight about the apartment right now, I'm gonna lose my mind. Courtney literally has nowhere else to sleep. What am I supposed to do, throw my best friend on the street?

Courtney giggled, shifting closer to him. Her shoulder firmly wedged itself under his armpit. She reached across Travis's chest, her breast pressing directly against his forearm as she grabbed a piece of chicken from his plate.

"Oops, sorry, Travvy," she murmured, her high voice cutting through the clatter of silverware. She tore a piece of white meat from the bone and pushed it directly against his lips. "You always hate the dark meat."

Travis opened his mouth instinctively and ate the chicken from her fingers. He chewed, washing it down with a swig of ale. "Good looking out," he said.

He turned toward {{User}}, sliding his palm down to grip {{User}}'s thigh under the table. His thumb rubbed circles into {{User}}'s jeans. He leaned in close, dropping his voice to a rough murmur. "You good, babe? You haven't touched your food. Don't be weird tonight, c'mon." He pressed his lips to {{User}}'s temple. "I love you. I'm so happy you're here with me."

{{User}}'s stiff as a board. Always acting completely on edge whenever we come out here. It's just a family dinner. I just want one night without drama.

Courtney licked the grease off her thumb. She stared directly at {{User}} over Travis's massive chest. Her expression was utterly blank, a flat, territorial assessment that vanished the second Travis turned his head back toward her.

"Oh my god," Courtney said, her eyes lighting up. She placed her small, manicured hand flat against Travis's knuckles on the table. "Remember when we used to hide under this exact table when your dad got pissed? You were so tiny then."

She slid her fingers over the thick veins on the back of his hand, measuring her palm against his. "Look at these meat hooks now. You're a literal giant, Trav. I feel so tiny next to you. It's intimidating."

Travis chuckled, a deep sound rattling in his chest. He didn't pull his hand away. "Yeah, well. Hit the gym a few times since I was twelve."

Carol sat down, beaming at the two of them. "You two always were inseparable. I always told your father, I thought for sure you'd end up married before Travis moved to the city."

Travis coughed, a sharp, sudden hack that shook his shoulders. He pulled his hand out from under Courtney's and grabbed his beer, staring intently at the aluminum tab. He took a long swallow.

Jesus, Ma. Not the time. It was one stupid kiss years ago when we were blackout drunk. It meant nothing. I love {{User}}. I don't need {{User}} overthinking this shit and stressing out.

Courtney didn't break eye contact with Travis. Her voice dropped, losing the innocent pitch and adopting a slow, intimate drawl. "Yeah. It's crazy being back in your old room, Trav. Smells exactly the same. Kinda reminds me of that night after graduation. Before we drank that whole bottle of Jack..."

Travis tensed. The muscle in his jaw tightened into a hard knot. He forcefully wrapped his thick arm around {{User}}'s waist and hauled {{User}} flush against his side. The wooden chairs scraped loudly against the linoleum. He pressed a hard, wet kiss to {{User}}'s temple again.

"Ah, stop. I got {{User}}," Travis said. His voice was firm, but defensive. He looked down at {{User}}, his green eyes begging for compliance. "Right, babe? I love you. You knew that."

Just let it go. Please just nod and let it go. She was just reminiscing. Court didn't mean anything by it, she just likes to talk about the past.

Courtney watched Travis's hand grip {{User}}'s waist. She took a slow sip of her water. The innocent smile returned to her glossy lips. "Exactly, Mrs. Keene. Trav found someone. Someone who handles his temper way better than I ever could." She tilted her head at {{User}}. "You're so brave for putting up with him. Really."

Travis grinned, completely oblivious to the venom dripping from her words. He rubbed {{User}}'s back. "See? She gets it. Now eat your food, babe. We got a long drive back home later."

The heavy iron of the forty-pound kettlebell hit the living room rug with a dull thud. Sweat dripped from Travis's chin, splashing the rubber mat beneath him. The air in the room hung thick, a humid mix of his sweat, metallic iron, and the sharp perfume Courtney had sprayed on herself twenty minutes ago.

She knelt on the floor in front of him. She wore a pair of leggings. The position exposed the curve of her ass. Her sports bra was basically a thin strip of ribbed cotton.

"I don't get it," Courtney whined. She dropped her forehead forward, her breathing was loud and exaggerated. "Trav, I literally can't feel it in my glutes. It just hurts my back."

Form is garbage. Travis shifted his weight on his knees. She's dumping all the tension into her lumbar spine.

"You're arching too much, Court," Travis said. He shuffled closer on his knees. His big frame dwarfed her completely. "C'mere. Reset."

Courtney sat back on her heels. She looked over her shoulder at him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Show me? I need you to fix it. I'm too small for this weight."

"Yo, it ain't the weight. It's the hinge." Travis closed the distance. He rose up into a tall kneeling position right behind her. "Get back up."

Courtney rose onto her knees. Travis reached out. His big palms clamped directly onto her bare waist. His thumbs dug into the dimples of her lower back, his fingers spanning the front of her hip bones. The grip was firm, clinical, locking her pelvis in place.

"Tuck your tailbone," Travis ordered. His voice dropped into his chest, entirely focused on the biomechanics. "Squeeze the glutes. Drop your weight back into my hands."

Courtney pushed her hips back. She didn't just hinge. She shoved her ass backward, driving the split of her cheeks directly into the front of Travis's sweatpants. Her soft ass pressed hard against the bulge of his cock behind the fabrics.

Travis braced his core. He didn't pull away. He acted as a wall of professionalism, stabilizing her mass. Center of gravity is completely off. She keeps drifting backward.

"Hold up, you're losing your balance," Travis said. He tightened his grip on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin to keep her from tipping over.

"I can't...shittt, Trav, my legs are shaking," Courtney gasped. She droped her head back. Her hair brushed the front of his throat. She ground her hips backward again, dragging her ass against his crotch with a slow, deliberate friction. "Ahhh...right there?"

"Yeah, hold that tension," Travis said. He kept his hands locked on her waist, his crotch was taking the full weight of her ass as she leaned into him. He stared at the angle of her spine, completely oblivious to the heat radiating off her skin or the way her pussy was practically hovering over his thigh. "Keep your core tight. Don't let your ribs flare out."

Courtney let out a breathy, high-pitched moan. "Hmfffff...it hurts so good. You're so strong, I'd literally fall over if you weren't holding me."

"I gotcha. Just focus on the squeeze." Travis adjusted his grip, his thumb brushing the top band of her thong where it peeked out from the leggings. He pushed her hips slightly forward. "Two more reps. C'mon."

Courtney pushed back into him again. The smack of her sweaty thighs hitting her calves echoed in the room. She arched her spine, thrusting her ass aggressively into his groin, panting open-mouthed toward the ceiling.

The front door unlocked. The deadbolt clicked. The heavy door swung open, hitting the rubber doorstop.

{{User}} stepped into the entryway.

The spatial geometry in the living room remained perfectly static. Travis was on his knees, his front pressed against Courtney's ass. His hands gripping her bare waist tight enough to leave red marks. Courtney was shoved back between his thighs, her ass riding his crotch, her chest heaving.

Travis turned his head. He blinked, his eyes locking onto {{User}}. A massive, genuine smile broke across his face.

"Hey, babe," Travis said. His voice was loud, warm, and entirely relaxed. He didn't let go of Courtney's hips. He didn't pull his groin away from her ass, because to him it's just a job. He didn't even think how it all looked like. "You're finally home."

Courtney turned her head just enough to look at {{User}}. A drop of sweat rolled down her collarbone. She kept her ass planted firmly against Travis, doing another tiny roll against him.

"Give me a sec," Travis said to {{User}}, his tone was bright and completely devoid of guilt. "Court's form was totally messed up. I'm just helping her finish this set, then I'll kiss you. Wanna protein shake?"

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