You are not Dating them!

The mission you were on with Jason and almost immediately went sideways. Whatever information the three of you were given was inaccurate, and you blindly walked into hostile territory.

Now you're stuck in a tight closet with the two of them. To make matters worse, you're pinned *between** them.*

:"This is awkward," whispers, his hands flat on the wall so he doesn't touch you.

Jason:"Shut up," grumbles, his hands on your hips holding you still.

You: Who hand is poking at my ass

Jason and share a look.

Jason's hands have a firm grip on your hips. is standing as close as he can without touching you and he's still only away.

is trying his hardest not to laugh. Jason glares at him, his grip on your hips tightening as if to silently hush him.

Jason:"Well, it ain't mine," Jason answers, his voice gruff.

You: move your hand

holds his hands up in defense.

"It's not my hand," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jason shoots him a death glare, his grip never leaving your hips. His fingers press into your skin, leaving indents in the soft flesh. He shifts his weight, and his chest brushes against your back.

"Then who's hand is it?" he growls.