Author's Note: This story is the main story in a series of stories set in the same universe. As this is post-canon, and also because so many details were left unmentioned, it's heavy on headcanon. There are also references to things said by NPCs in the games, but some details in the story deviate from that as well. This story touches on underage drinking, child neglect, abuse and/or misuse of medication, mental disorders, insensitive and affectionate use of derogatory words, gay sex, and mentions of non-detailed non-con. If any of that bothers you, I recommend you turn away.
This story is also unbeta'd, and though this has been updated with revisions, I kind of suck at punctuation, so there is likely to still be errors.
The Bully, the Pussy, and the Sociopath
Dating Gary, Jimmy has come to find, is exactly like one would expect it to be. Or maybe the exact opposite if you're stupid enough to come to the conclusion that one Gary Smith might act differently towards his boyfriends. That's not the case.
Their relationship is unconventional at best and downright masochistic at worst. At the end of the day, the boy's still a sociopath, regardless of the fact that Petey keeps him consistent with his meds.
The thing is though, that Jimmy doesn't want him any other way. He likes that Gary is so contrastingly different to Petey. Is so contrasting to himself. That extremity is what balances them out so well. And it is something that takes all three of them to work, not that he's ever considered their threesome breaking into a couple or, god forbid, back to three loners.
See, Gary is manipulative on principle, but Jimmy's gotten particularly good at not being manipulated. Jimmy knows how to push back in a way that pisses the other off and, as he'd been quick to discover, was also a pretty good way to get the older boy hot and bothered. Pete's still as easy a target as always and Gary's no less viscous, but now all bruised egos are fixed through sex, which is agreeable for all three boys involved.
Petey's the smart one. The calm one. The rational one. The one that gets his boys out of the trouble they so often got themselves into. Pete's the one who needs more affection but less reminders that what they are is real, even if it's not everyone else's token example of a healthy relationship. He knows that despite the teasing and the taunting and the overall abuse he still faces from Gary, the older boy is still going to be curled into him at night, one third of a Pete sandwich. Pete's also the one who still faces the threat of having his ass handed to him on a daily basis, though dating two of the most mentally fucked boys in school has helped that a great deal.
Jimmy though, he's the one that keeps the relationship from caving in on itself. Because sometimes Gary needs to be told to back the fuck off. Needs to be reminded that Pete is someone he's suppose to care about.
And sometimes Petey needs to be reminded of things too. Mostly that he needs to jump off his high horse, because Gary may be a dick, but Pete knew what he was getting into when he entered this thing that they have. That he's no better than his boyfriends just because he's retained some morals.
It's a balancing act, and it's not easy, but it works out so well for them in a way that no one else could ever possibly understand. Jimmy is violent and stupid. Petey's a giant pussy. Gary is insane. They shouldn't get along any better than they did back in freshman year, but they make it work.
Pete's in the common room watching TV, or attempting to at least since Gary's hellbent on annoying him in any way that he can. That's not unusual, even prior to them happening. But it's the little things that Jimmy thinks only he notices that make it so obvious things have changed. Gary's legs slung over Pete's for instance, or the way Petey's not even really watching TV, but pretends to anyways because if Gary gets his way, he won't have an excuse to stay anymore. Gary always needs excuses.
"Hopkins, my boy!" Gary taunts, pulling Jimmy out of his thoughts to find both boys staring back at him. He sneers in return, walking up to the back of the couch, and grabbing the boy's chin. Gary hates being handled like this. Pete watches on in interest, but neither boy makes any attempt to move from the couch.
"I thought you were going to work on being so boring, Gary," he taunts back, smirking at the look of outrage that instantly takes over the older boy's face and Pete's gasp of surprise. Jimmy pulls Gary into a kiss, but it's short lived.
Gary pulls his faces away and turns his head, a clear sign that Jimmy's succeeded in what they like to call, 'making Gary a pouty bitch', though he'll deny venomously that he's pouting if you bring it up to him. It's one of Jimmy's favorite past times.
"Where have you been, Jimmy?" Pete asks when it's clear that they're both being ignored, and Gary won't be saying any more despite remaining where he is on top of Petey. The oldest boy looks at them from the corner of his eye, an obvious sign he's interested in the answer but isn't going to give them the satisfaction of knowing so.
Jimmy rolls his eyes and leans over the couch. "We're going to a party, boys," he announces in lieu of an answer. Pete pales which in and of itself isn't too surprising. It's no secret that the smallest of the three isn't the partying time, especially not with the type of people that might be inviting Jimmy to a party in the first place. If Petey had his way, they'd spend all their free time either off campus or hidden away in the dorm. Or worse yet, in the library actually focusing on school.
"Fantastic! Which of the conforming little shits are throwing this one?" Gary asks with genuine enthusiasm, attention clearly regained.
Gary actually likes partying, which had surprised both of the boys when they'd found out. The boy's always been, well, severely socially retarded to put it lightly, but they figure it has more to do with him finding joy in reaffirming his superiority. Not to mention, he's possessive to a fault, and Jimmy's a little surprised he hasn't tried to pee on them to stake his claim.
In the beginning, Jimmy's invitation to parties had been exclusively for him. The host had always made it quite clear that Gary wasn't invited, and Jimmy had found leaving Pete to soothe the oldest boy's agitation was the best line of action, which worked out just fine since the younger boy didn't have any inclination to go anyway.
Now though, much to Petey's displeasure, it's common knowledge that an invite to Jimmy is an invite to both his boys as well. He'd come back to the dorm one too many times to find himself on Gary's bad side for leaving them alone to go hang out with losers when he could have been 'enjoying the sausage fest' they'd had in his absence. It was never mentioned that people mostly came to accept this unspoken rule because it meant the two boys would stop fucking in the common room while the dorm was vacated.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Jimmy teases, grinning at the older boy's growl.
"Who, James?" he demands, gritting his teeth in the way he always does when he's trying his best to play nice. It's quite the improvement from not ever giving a shit about other people's feelings. Jimmy holds his hands up in surrender, but he's still got that shit-eating grin on his face.
"Calm down. The preps."
"Yes!" he hisses approvingly at the same time that Petey groans. Gary rolls his eyes and flicks the younger boy's forehead. "And what's your fucking problem, Femme-boy? That means they're breaking out the good booze."
"It means everyone is going," he counters. It's obvious he's annoyed by the way he throws Gary's legs off his lap. Pete storms out with a huff, and Gary raises his eyebrows at Jimmy.
"Jesus. Someone's on their period," he taunts with a grin, but Jimmy only rolls his eyes and follows the smaller boy out of the room. Gary huffs and calls out to the two boys who have likely escaped back to Pete and Gary's room. "No, that's fine. I'll just sit out here by myself."
"Good. No one wants your stupid face in here anyways," Jimmy calls back, and Gary can hear the laughter in his tone. He gives it a few moments to prove he's not coming in because he doesn't want to be alone, because that's definitely not why, before he follows the other boys into the room.
They have a simple set up. Jimmy has his own room as he did the year he first came, but he honestly only uses it for appearances and to house all his shit. All three boys sleep in Gary and Petey's room with the twin beds pushed together, leaving enough room for all of them as long as they're curled together.
That's never a problem. It's rather pathetic how dependent they've come on sleeping together, spoiled by a Summer where sleeping together was never a question.
Sometimes Pete sleeps on his own in Jimmy's bed, when he's mad and can't push it aside long enough to get through the night in bed with them both. But Jimmy always sleeps with Gary in those instances, even when it's only Gary that Pete's mad at. Gary never sleeps alone. Not since Happy Volts.
"Can you two handle getting ready alone, or do I need to stay and make sure you behave yourselves?" Jimmy asks pointedly, but leaves the room before Gary can make a smart ass comment in response.
"Pete," Gary sings, walking up behind the boy and pushing his hips into Pete's. "Don't be such a little bitch." He sneaks an arm around his waist, popping open the button of his jeans before shoving his hand down the front of the boy's underwear. Pete lets out an honest to god squeak and Gary grins in victory.
"Stop," Pete demands though it comes out as more of a question, and Gary takes it as such, refusing to unwrap his fingers from the boy's dick. Instead, he buries his face in the junction between Petey's neck and shoulder and bites bruises into the skin. It's a pre-party ritual at this point, and Pete knows that Gary will pull Jimmy aside before they go and suck matching bruises into his skin too.
"Put on less stupid pants," the older boy instructs, pulling away and turning to go change.
"We're going to a party, Femme-boy, not the library. Change," he explains, annoyance at having to state the obvious laced in his tone. "Wear those jeans we got when we went shopping over the Summer. The ones that make your ass look fuckable."
"Gary!" Petey cries, flushing at the offhanded compliment.
"Femme-boy!" Gary turns back to Petey, already having stripped off his shirt and working on his jeans. Pete's a pretty sight right now, pink in a blush that Gary knows from experience travels down the entire length of his body and standing there stupidly with his pants open. "You look like a fag," he says lovingly.
If anything, Pete just gets redder, though more in anger than embarrassment now. "What?" he asks incredulously. Gary just shrugs and turns back toward their dresser, kicking off his jeans. Petey tries to regain his composure enough to say something else, but by the time he has, Gary just flings the jeans he'd been talking about at the smaller boy's face. Pete figures he's better off just shutting up and doing as he's told. Just this once.
Jimmy can hear them half-heartedly arguing from his bedroom and rolls his eyes. Honestly, beyond the fucking and the way Gary's eyes soften sometimes when he's looking at Pete and thinks no one is looking, it's hard to tell anything has changed. Even before, in freshman year before Gary and Petey and Jimmy had become Gary and Petey and Jimmy, Gary had held an odd sort of obsession with them.
He didn't want them, but he didn't want anyone else to have them either. He was like a spoiled child who didn't want to share his rejected toys. It was enough knowing they were his. And they were his. Always had been from the respective days they'd been unfortunate enough to have Gary stumble into their lives.
"Are you dumbasses almost dressed?" he calls, tugging a nicer shirt than the school's uniform he had been wearing over his head.
"Yes mommy!" is the sarcastic reply he gets back.
Jimmy scoffs and exits the room, coming to a halt in front of his two boys. Both look good, but Gary owns it better than Pete. Gary spends every waking moment believing he is god sent and, while mostly just fucking annoying, the confidence is also extremely attractive.
Pete's different. He's standing there picking at himself, alternating between thumbing at the bruises on his throat and tugging at his jeans. He doesn't know just how much he turns both his boys on. That innocence and ignorance of his own desirability is annoying and attractive in an entirely different way.
"Ready to go, ladies?" he asks sweetly. All he's given in return is an offended scoff and Gary motioning for him to lead the way.