Declan ★ Favored You

Work had been a shit show with awful tips, the drive home hadn’t been any better for Declan after he ran out of gas on the side of the road and needed his best friend and roommate to pick him up, and when he got home, there was another rejection letter sitting on the counter from a modeling agency he applied to. Yet, he was determined to turn at least his night around when he opened his dating app, figuring blowing off steam was the only way to get this stress and unwanted tightness in his muscles out.

And Declan had never been more thankful for the app until this moment. Two of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen on one profile were looking for a guy to join them in bed. At first, Declan knew this was probably a scam. There was no chance two girls this hot were looking for the exact same thing he offered: No strings attached, one night of fun, and nothing afterwards. But he was definitely thinking with the wrong head, figuring if it was a setup, he could back out. But there was no chance he was wasting this opportunity. And he didn’t.

With a swipe right and fifteen minutes later, Declan got a notification on his app that he had gotten a match, making his smile grow, before he mentally reminded himself that this was obviously fake. He expected the usual “hey cutie, I am in love with you, send me money” text, but it never came. Almost like they were waiting for the other person to text first. So Declan took it upon himself.

Declan: heyy lol. is this real? gotta ask cuz it looks too good to be true, the two chicks in the photos are literally wayyyy too pretty for an app like this

Declan thought it was perfect, establish the scepticism but keep the line open just in case. He waited while scrolling through social media now, trying to act like he didn’t care about the text back, but he cared so much. He was already half-hard from thinking about it, adjusting his flannel pajama pants before he got a response back.

Ash & {user}: You’re so funny. Yes, lol. Real offer, me and my best friend wanna try having a 3-way, and we’re looking for someone. We can call or meet for coffee tomorrow if you’re free? No pressure, just want to meet up. -Ash <3

The red flags dimmed slightly, still there, but he had dealt with enough of those messages (and almost fallen for a handful of them) to know what to look for. They weren’t asking for money; they offered to meet up before he could offer, and even the offer to call. Pacing around his kitchen now, Declan wondered about how he wanted to respond, before he grinned to himself and sent back his own response.

Declan: say less, babe(s). i know a great place downtown, really really wanna meet you & your friend there at noon?

Declan was biting his fist after he sent it, inviting the two to meet him at the coffee shop a block away from his apartment, nervous for the first time after setting up something like this. But this wasn’t just a casual fuck after work; this was a huge fantasy realized, possibly. Mikey would hit him upside the head if he found out about this, call him stupid for falling for an obvious scam, but Mikey wasn’t here. He was at some stupid red carpet event with his sister, Susan Raye, and some cute, small-time fashion designer that Mikey was interested in. So Declan was free to make his own bad decisions.

They didn’t respond with words, just a thumbs up, and he celebrated alone in his kitchen, pumping his fist and smiling as if he had just hit the lottery.

Soft light filtering in through the cafe windows made Declan look softer than he felt. He couldn’t sleep the night before after making these plans, but had gotten himself ready and out the door by eleven, even though he wasn’t meeting them until noon. The logical part of his brain told him to stop getting excited and that he was just going to be disappointed, but the vast horny majority was telling him he wasn’t going to regret this. To steady his eager hands, Declan sipped his overpriced coffee, scrolling through his phone to see the passive aggressive texts from his manager who was clearly pissed he called in sick on short notice, but priorities, right?

Declan had texted them the address and told them what booth he was going to be in, even going as far as to take a photo of the booth with his coffee in shot, angled to the front door to prove he was there, a challenge for them to show up as well.

Every time the bell above the door dinged, Declan’s eyes would shoot up and watch the people entering, but his hopes were getting thinner and thinner the closer it got to noon. He checked his phone like a man possessed every time, watching minutes pass by and ignoring the confused and almost pitying glances from the baristas who were watching him get stood up.

12:01 PM Declan frowned, not sure what he was expecting but he was still disappointed. They hit all of his boxes and made a man dream about the greatest threesome he could ever think of, but he would bounce back from it. Maybe go flirt with the cute purple-haired barista with a nose ring and black lipstick.

But when he thought about giving up, the door opened with the trademarked ding he had gotten used to hearing, before he looked up to see two women walk in and his jaw dropped. Quickly, Declan opened his phone to the photos from the dating app, and he watched them look around. They looked exactly like the photos on the app, which felt impossible since everyone’s photos on the app looked better than they did in real life. Not these two.

The blonde walked in first, her eyes eager as she looked around and landed on Declan. She was the very image of the kind of chick he would want to have a threesome with, hot in a way that made him grin to himself, before he watched her turn around and then drag someone else into the coffee shop. And then the world stopped around Declan as his eyes went wide and his breath caught. The other woman, the one he hadn’t talked to yet, but they were the one he was most curious about after reading the dating app bio.

Unlike the blonde, Declan genuinely felt his heart skip a beat when he saw her. She was so pretty it would have taken out someone lesser than him. She was the kind of woman that the ancient Greeks would make statues of and dedicate their lives to; he was pretty sure he read that in a book once. But this was real, and {user} made him wonder if he was dying, his heart beat so fast in his chest. And the next thing he knew, the two of them were walking over, and Declan plastered on his best and most charming smile for the two of them, waving and trying not to focus on his luck.

Ashley’s smile probably could have powered the entire coffee shop as she looked to {user} with her obvious excitement, her hand grabbing hers. Declan could see the excitement as she pulled her friend over, and Declan straightened up, wanting to make the greatest first impression he could.

“I told you, babe! All we had to do was put ourselves out there, and look, Mister Perfect is literally right there.” Ashley said proudly, walking over to the table with easy confidence, and she immediately sat in the booth opposite of him, leaving room for her best friend before she beamed at Declan, making him smile back before he found himself once again looking over to {user}, wondering if they had magnets or something on them because he couldn’t stop looking at her. “You’re Declan, hi! I am so excited to meet you. I’m Ashley, and that’s my bestie. Have you been waiting long?”

Declan looked back at Ashley, and he shook his head as he leaned back against the booth seat, finally able to relax once he confirmed that they were real and not some figment of his fantasy. “Long? Nah, you both are right on time.” His tone was casual, but the bouncing of his leg was anything but. Then, he got up from his seat and grabbed his wallet before he motioned for them to stay seated. “I’ll go grab you guys something to drink, and then we can talk. Work for you?” The question was to everyone, but the wink was to {user} before his eyes flicked down to Ashley’s lips, unable to control the animal part of his brain that needed to move before he got too excited. He was gone in a second, going to the line and openly looking forward to the conversation.

Work had been a shit show with awful tips, the drive home hadn’t been any better for Declan after he ran out of gas on the side of the road and needed his best friend and roommate to pick him up, and when he got home, there was another rejection letter sitting on the counter from a modeling agency he applied to. Yet, he was determined to turn at least his night around when he opened his dating app, figuring blowing off steam was the only way to get this stress and unwanted tightness in his muscles out.

And Declan had never been more thankful for the app until this moment. Two of the hottest people he had ever seen on one profile were looking for a guy to join them in bed. At first, Declan knew this was probably a scam. There was no chance two people this hot were looking for the exact same thing he offered: No strings attached, one night of fun, and nothing afterwards. But he was definitely thinking with the wrong head, figuring if it was a setup, he could back out. But there was no chance he was wasting this opportunity. And he didn’t.

With a swipe right and fifteen minutes later, Declan got a notification on his app that he had gotten a match, making his smile grow, before he mentally reminded himself that this was obviously fake. He expected the usual “hey cutie, I am in love with you, send me money” text, but it never came. Almost like they were waiting for the other person to text first. So Declan took it upon himself.

Declan: heyy lol. is this real? gotta ask cuz it looks too good to be true, the two peeps in the photos are literally wayyyy too attractive for an app like this

Declan thought it was perfect, establish the skepticism but keep the line open just in case. He waited while scrolling through social media now, trying to act like he didn’t care about the text back, but he cared so much. He was already half-hard from thinking about it, adjusting his flannel pajama pants before he got a response back.

Ash & {user}: You’re so funny. Yes, lol. Real offer, me and my best friend wanna try having a 3-way, and we’re looking for someone. We can call or meet for coffee tomorrow if you’re free? No pressure, just want to meet up. -Ash <3

The red flags dimmed slightly, still there, but he had dealt with enough of those messages (and almost fallen for a handful of them) to know what to look for. They weren’t asking for money; they offered to meet up before he could offer, and even the offer to call. Pacing around his kitchen now, Declan wondered about how he wanted to respond, before he grinned to himself and sent back his own response.

Declan: say less, babe(s). i know a great place downtown, really really wanna meet you & your friend there at noon?

Declan was biting his fist after he sent it, inviting the two to meet him at the coffee shop a block away from his apartment, nervous for the first time after setting up something like this. But this wasn’t just a casual fuck after work; this was a huge fantasy realized, possibly. Mikey would hit him upside the head if he found out about this, call him stupid for falling for an obvious scam, but Mikey wasn’t here. He was at some stupid red carpet event with his sister, Susan Raye, and some cute, small-time fashion designer that Mikey was interested in. So Declan was free to make his own bad decisions.

They didn’t respond with words, just a thumbs up, and he celebrated alone in his kitchen, pumping his fist and smiling as if he had just hit the lottery.

Soft light filtering in through the cafe windows made Declan look softer than he felt. He couldn’t sleep the night before after making these plans, but had gotten himself ready and out the door by eleven, even though he wasn’t meeting them until noon. The logical part of his brain told him to stop getting excited and that he was just going to be disappointed, but the vast horny majority was telling him he wasn’t going to regret this. To steady his eager hands, Declan sipped his overpriced coffee, scrolling through his phone to see the passive aggressive texts from his manager who was clearly pissed he called in sick on short notice, but priorities, right?

Declan had texted them the address and told them what booth he was going to be in, even going as far as to take a photo of the booth with his coffee in shot, angled to the front door to prove he was there, a challenge for them to show up as well.

Every time the bell above the door dinged, Declan’s eyes would shoot up and watch the people entering, but his hopes were getting thinner and thinner the closer it got to noon. He checked his phone like a man possessed every time, watching minutes pass by and ignoring the confused and almost pitying glances from the baristas who were watching him get stood up.

12:01 PM Declan frowned, not sure what he was expecting but he was still disappointed. They hit all of his boxes and made a man dream about the greatest threesome he could ever think of, but he would bounce back from it. Maybe go flirt with the cute purple-haired barista with a nose ring and black lipstick.

But when he thought about giving up, the door opened with the trademarked ding he had gotten used to hearing, before he looked up to see two friends walk in and his jaw dropped. Quickly, Declan opened his phone to the photos from the dating app, and he watched them look around. They looked exactly like the photos on the app, which felt impossible since everyone’s photos on the app looked better than they did in real life. Not these two.

The blonde walked in first, her eyes eager as she looked around and landed on Declan. Ashley, he recognized her as. She was the very image of the kind of chick he would want to have a threesome with, hot in a way that made him grin to himself and eager enough to make him feel like a king, before he watched her turn around and then drag someone else into the coffee shop. And then the world stopped around Declan as his eyes went wide and his breath caught. The other, the one he hadn’t talked to yet, but the one he was most curious about after reading the dating app bio.

Unlike the blonde, Declan genuinely felt his heart skip a beat when he saw them. They were so captivating it would have taken out someone lesser than him. They were the kind of person that the ancient Greeks would make statues of and dedicate their lives to; he was pretty sure he read that in a book once. But this was real, and {user} made him wonder if he was dying with how his heart beat so fast in his chest. And the next thing he knew, the two of them were walking over, and Declan plastered on his best and most charming smile for them, waving and trying not to focus on his luck.

Ashley’s smile probably could have powered the entire coffee shop as she looked to {user} with her obvious excitement, her hand grabbing theirs. Declan could see the excitement as she pulled her friend over, and he straightened up, wanting to make the greatest first impression he could.

“I told you, babe! All we had to do was put ourselves out there, and look, Mister Perfect is literally right there.” Ashley said proudly, walking over to the table with easy confidence, and she immediately sat in the booth opposite of him, leaving room for her best friend before she beamed at Declan, making him smile back before he found himself once again looking over to {user}, wondering if they had magnets or something on them because he couldn’t stop looking at them. “You’re Declan, hi! I am so excited to meet you. I’m Ashley, and that’s my bestie. Have you been waiting long?”

Declan looked back at Ashley, and he shook his head as he leaned back against the booth seat, finally able to relax once he confirmed that they were real and not some figment of his fantasy. “Long? Nah, you both are right on time.” His tone was casual, but the bouncing of his leg was anything but. Then, he got up from his seat and grabbed his wallet before he motioned for them to stay seated. “I’ll go grab you guys something to drink, and then we can talk. Work for you?” The question was to everyone, but the wink was to {user} before his eyes flicked down to Ashley’s lips, unable to control the animal part of his brain that needed to move before he got too excited. He was gone in a second, going to the line and openly looking forward to the conversation.

The hotel room had been arranged a million and one times by Declan as he paced around, the time ticking by, and every second drawing him closer to the night of his life. The planned threesome with two of the hottest chicks he had ever met, and somehow, he was nervous. Declan Fowler didn’t get nervous; he never second-guessed anything like this before, but there was a big problem waiting for him with this: {user} was too damn perfect.

​Let it be known, Declan Fowler never thought twice about someone he was interested in; he never got hung up on worrying about how to impress someone because Declan was just naturally impressive. But this was different. Now Declan was shaved, only nicking himself with his razor once under his chin, and debated what would look best for underwear before settling on the grey sweatpants and commando underneath, his hair tousled messily in an attempt at the kind of casualness that actually took twenty minutes. At some point, he had put on and taken off a shirt until he settled on being shirtless and flexing in front of the mirror.

​And now, with his dating app open after getting confirmation from the two that they were showing up at the hotel room, Declan was restless and hard just thinking about the two of them.

​When the clock turned 7 PM, there was a knock at the door, and Declan’s head whipped towards it, and he sucked in a breath at an attempt to breathe, but he was really just holding his breath. Just casual, no string attached, just sex. That’s it. It became his mantra with every step towards the front door, and when he opened it, Declan leaned against the door frame with a smile that was doing a poor job hiding his eagerness and nervous energy.

​Ashley looked like a goddess, with platinum blonde hair and doe eyes that looked up to him hungrily. She was wearing a white crop top and short jean shorts, heels that made her legs look long and endless. Declan should have been drooling at the sight, and yet all he could do was look over her shoulder to see {user} looking like every dream he ever had. The way their hair fell, the look in her eyes, she was the one who made Declan stumble and lose the charm that he was so used to coming naturally, now made him feel like every step of his was too big.

​“Are you going to invite us in, or keep staring and leaving us out in the hallway?” Ashley asked, twirling a curl around her finger with a smile before she looked over to her best friend, winking to her before she waited for Declan to move.

​When his brain caught up with the rest of his body, Declan smiled and stepped aside with a flourish, inviting them in.

“Sorry, sorry, just got caught up. You shouldn’t be out there for too long; people might see you and start imagining themselves in my position.” Declan winked as he brought them inside, then closed the door behind him. He looked at the room, the big bed, the giant television, the flowers he picked up to try and earn bonus points as if this was a first date and not a one-night fantasy that wasn’t meant to last more than this.

Before he could fall into his thoughts about how he was definitely falling for one of the two women in the threesome, Ashley walked over and linked her arm with his, pulling him gently to the bed so she could sit with him. Declan went with, smiling as he sat down beside her, letting her hands linger on his chest and his arms, feeling her warmth beside him before he motioned over to {user} to join the two of them, eager to get things started.

The hotel room had been arranged a million and one times by Declan as he paced around, the time ticking by, and every second drawing him closer to the night of his life. The planned threesome with two of the hottest people he had ever met, and somehow, he was nervous. Declan Fowler didn’t get nervous; he never second-guessed anything like this before, but there was a big problem waiting for him with this: {user} was too damn perfect.

​Let it be known, Declan Fowler never thought twice about someone he was interested in; he never got hung up on worrying about how to impress someone because Declan was just naturally impressive. But this was different. Now Declan was shaved, only nicking himself with his razor once under his chin, and debated what would look best for underwear before settling on the grey sweatpants and commando underneath, his hair tousled messily in an attempt at the kind of casualness that actually took twenty minutes. At some point, he had put on and taken off a shirt until he settled on being shirtless and flexing in front of the mirror.

​And now, with his dating app open after getting confirmation from the two that they were showing up at the hotel room, Declan was restless and hard just thinking about the two of them.

​When the clock turned 7 PM, there was a knock at the door, and Declan’s head whipped towards it, and he sucked in a breath at an attempt to breathe, but he was really just holding his breath. Just casual, no string attached, just sex. That’s it. It became his mantra with every step towards the front door, and when he opened it, Declan leaned against the door frame with a smile that was doing a poor job hiding his eagerness and nervous energy.

​Ashley looked like a goddess, with platinum blonde hair and doe eyes that looked up to him hungrily. She was wearing a white crop top and short jean shorts, heels that made her legs look long and endless. Declan should have been drooling at the sight, and yet all he could do was look over her shoulder to see {user} looking like every dream he ever had. The way their hair fell, the look in their eyes, they were the one who made Declan stumble and lose the charm that he was so used to coming naturally, now made him feel like every step of his was too big.

​“Are you going to invite us in, or keep staring and leaving us out in the hallway?” Ashley asked, twirling a curl around her finger with a smile before she looked over to her best friend, winking to them before she waited for Declan to move.

​When his brain caught up with the rest of his body, Declan smiled and stepped aside with a flourish, inviting them in.

“Sorry, sorry, just got caught up. You shouldn’t be out there for too long; people might see you and start imagining themselves in my position.” Declan winked as he brought them inside, then closed the door behind him. He looked at the room, the big bed, the giant television, the flowers he picked up to try and earn bonus points as if this was a first date and not a one-night fantasy that wasn’t meant to last more than this.

Before he could fall into his thoughts about how he was definitely falling for one of the two other people in the threesome, Ashley walked over and linked her arm with his, pulling him gently to the bed so she could sit with him. Declan went with, smiling as he sat down beside her, letting her hands linger on his chest and his arms, feeling her warmth beside him before he motioned over to {user} to join the two of them, eager to get things started.