A/N: Alright, for those that don't know, GAM stand for Glen, Mike (miz), and Adam. Another name you might see me use is KEM or Kane, Edge, Miz. Either way it's still those three guys. But enough of this, ENJOY!!!!!

Chocolate: The dark, sweet substance dripped down the older man's chest; two sets of eyes watching it slide down towards his waist. "Are you to just going to stand there, or are you going to clean me off?" No other words were needed; Adam and Mike tackled Glen to the ground and began to lick the chocolate away, smirking like pampered cats.

Ink: It was staining his fingers from his repeated opening and closing of the note, smudging them a light gray. Mark looked up at the building then back down at the paper. It was the right address, but the place looked deserted. Cautiously he pushed the door open; stopping dead when he stepped in inside. Glen was laying tied to a table, Adam and Mike standing near it with large grins on their faces. "We thought you'd like to participate in this."

Starve: Glen chewed his lip as he looked on, practically drooling as his lovers made out. Adam groaned and pushed Mike back onto the bed, flicking his tongue out and bathing Mike's jumping pulse. He cut his eyes over to Glen and smirked at the hungry look in his eye, knowing full well that it wasn't going to be long before Glen forgot his promise to stay put as they performed for him.

Reality: "It's not funny." Glen scowled as he looked at his two young lovers. Adam and Mike were sitting on the side of the pool dangling their feet in the water. "C'mon Glen, it was just a prank." Mike started, looking down. "I could have drowned. What if I had hit my head on the bottom of the pool and passed out? Did you two think of that?" Glen pressed as he tried to ring out his shirt.

Ignore: It was getting harder and harder for Glen to keep his eyes on his book. Adam and Mike were curled up on the loveseat, giving new meaning to the name. Soft moans and whimpers were wafting over and Glen had to reposition himself a few times so he could get comfortable. The sounds stopped and with a silent relieved sigh Glen started to read again. A moment later however the book was torn from his hands and both of them dropped down onto his lap, picking up where they had left off.

Heat: Adam was lounging on a chair by the pool watching Mike splash around in some odd dance like way. The sun was nearing it's zenith in the sky and the humidity was making it hard for him to be outside. He stripped down to his boxers and dove in, the icy water feeling good against his skin. Soon he and Mike were wrestling; splashing water everywhere. They heard snickering from the side and as one they looked over. Glen and Mark were sitting in the lounge chairs wearing only leather vests and jeans. Adam felt his internal temperature rise as he imagine peeling off Glen's jeans and kissing each bare inch of skin.

Sweet: Glen sat down at the table, his eyes wary as his two lovers bustled around the kitchen in jeans and aprons. They had closeted themselves in the room that morning and refused to let him enter. Now that he was in there he looked around; expecting to see it wrecked. "What's going on guys?" He asked finally as Mike set a plate down in front of him. "Nothing, can't we cook a meal for you?" He asked, looking affronted. Glen looked down. "I'm sorry, and thank you." Mike bent over and kissed Glen before heading over to where Adam was standing at the stove. "So did you put the pill in his potatoes?" He whispered. "Oh yea." Mike grinned. "Sweet."

Nag: Am I only talking to waste my breath?" Glen asked as he glared at Mike and Adam. "How many times I have I asked you to NOT fuck on the pool table? Hmm...now I have to go and get the felt replaced." Glen stormed out of the room angrily, leaving them naked on the table. "Well if you hadn't of kicked us out of your room last week you wouldn't have to!" Adam yelled.

Alive: Mike bent down and prodded Glen with his finger. "Do you think we killed him?" He asked quietly as he looked up at Adam. "Psh, I doubt it. Four rounds in bed isn't going to kill him." Adam grinned as stretched out on the bed. "He'll be up and in bed with us in no time. Now why don't you join me up here?"

New: What. the. Hell. is. THAT?" Glen asked as he pointed to the monstrosity that sat in his driveway. Adam and Mike looked down at their feet, trying to hide the smiles that threatened to erupt. "We seen it at the store and thought you might like it." Glen looked at the...bike and shook his head, forcing a smile on his face as he turned back to them. "I....Love it."

An Intense Stare: Mike shifted from foot to foot; shooting a worried glance at Adam from the corner of his eyes. Glen was standing in front of them, his eyes hard and his arms crossed over his chest. "Now, I want to know which one of you thought it would be a good idea to fill the pool with jello?"

A False Face: Adam worked hard to keep his mask of disdain in place as he watched Glen enter the ring. It faltered as the tall man bent over; lightly grinding against the ropes as he climbed through. As they locked up Glen whispered in his ear. "You need to work harder on your expressions."

A Love Affair: No one understood the bond between the three men that were sitting huddled in the corner of the locker room, but at the same time no one could deny the loving looks that passed between them all.

A Tryst: "We're gonna get caught." Mike whimpered as Glen and Adam bathed his body with their tongues. "Not if you stay quiet." Adam breathed as he dropped down to his knees in front of the brunette. Luckily for them they had gotten to the arena early enough that they finished just as the first few guys entered the building.

A Bamboo Flute: Mike had been poking around in Glen's private study and was found there hours later by both Glen and Adam; looking at the small, fragile object he had uncovered in the desk drawer. He looked up and held it out to Glen, his voice soft. "Play for me?" He asked as he curled up in Adam's lap.

A Dark Alley: "I wish Glen had came with us." Mike whined as he and Adam stumbled out of the bar; holding on to each other for support. They maybe made it a few feet before their missing lover pulled them deep into a dark alley and thoroughly ravishing them.

An Act of Devotion: Glen swallowed and looked down at the rings he held in his hand. They were identical to the simple band he now wore on his own finger, inscribed with the words 'Now and Forever'. He wiped his brow with his arm and walked into the livingroom.

A Canopy Bed: Adam and Mike laughed when they seen the large four-postered bed that dominated Glen's room. That was until they learned first hand what he could do with that innocent looking canopy bed.

A Whip: Mike didn't know what to expect when Adam and Glen and brought him in as third in their relationship and as he stood on the front step he shivered. No doubt they loved bondage and things like that. So when he was led into the den he wasn't too surprised to the wide array of whips hanging on the way. What did surprise him was that Adam was the one doing the whipping.

A Late Night: The sun was just barely over the horizon when the three of them dropped to the bed; their bodies and raging sexual appetites finally sated.

A Striptease: Glen groaned from the bed as Mike and Adam ground against each other, whimpering sluttishly as they slowly peeled each other's clothes off. "When I get better you two are in for some big trouble." He croaked as he coughed hoarsely.

A Box Full of Memories: Glen sat crossed legged in the middle of the floor, picking through a box that was filled with pictures and small personal belongings. At the very bottom were two gold rings wrapped in tissue paper. With a trembling hand he slipped them each on a different finger, crying as he remembered the last time he'd seen them.

A Forbidden Desire: Wrong. Disgusting. Abomination. They'd heard those words being bandied about the locker room as they passed. But it didn't matter; forbidden fruit was always the sweetest and forbidden desires were always the hottest.

A Story About a Girl: Mike was curled up in Glen's favorite chair with Adam's blanket wrapped around as he watched some late night movie on Lifetime. Somewhere near the middle of it he drifted off to sleep and that was how Glen and Adam found him when they got in. Glen picked him up and carried him upstairs while Adam went to turn off the tv. When he didn't come up right away Glen went back down and found Adam asleep in the chair as well. "Behold the power of Lifetime." Glen snickered as he carried his other lover up and gently put him bed with Mike before slipping in bed with them.

An Island Paradise: The sun was shining down on him, turning his already bronze skin darker. Not far from him one half of his lovers lay; he too working on his tan. Sitting a little ways off was his third lover, slathered in sunscreen and huddled under a large umbrella with a book. Adam slipped his shades on and lay back down, smiling as he relaxed on what had to be the best honeymoon in the history of honeymoons.

A Shot in the Dark: Mike nervous rung his hands as he sat on the couch in Adam and Glen's den. He'd been their unofficial third and tonight was the night that he was going to ask—no demand that they make him the permanent third.

A Bad Dream: Glen sat up panting, a cold sweat on his brow. Trembling he looked over and let out the breath that he hadn't even realized he was holding. Adam and Mike were curled up together, small smiles on their faces as they continued to sleep. Still shaking Glen lay back down, telling himself over and over again that it was all a dream.

An Unearthly Mist: Adam was the first to awaken, his eyes blinking slowly against the sun light that was peeking in through the cracked curtains. However even that small thread of illumination was soon blotted out as a purplish-black fog descended on him and Mike; Glen's laughter ringing loudly in the silence.

A Stolen Kiss: It was quick and before Glen's brain could even compute what had happened, Adam and Mike were tearing down the hallway as if the hounds of hell were nipping at their heels. With a shake of his head he turned and looked at Mark. "All they had to do was ask if they wanted a kiss that bad."

A Scar: Adam drew his finger lightly over a scar that was faint with time. The feather light touch was enough to wake Glen and the taller man sleepily turned over; blinking his eyes groggily. "Yes?" The word was sleep logged and his husky voice made Adam smile in the darkness. "Go back to sleep love." Adam murmured, snuggling up to Glen and pressing a kiss to his lips.

A Worried Mother: Mike rolled his eyes and elbowed Adam as they stood in front of Glen, the taller man's eyes wide and frantic as he looked them both over. When he had seen the two of them attempting Evan's shooting star press from the diving board he'd flipped out and rushed the back yard. "Glen, we're fine. I swear." Adam said as he pushed Glen away gently. "You two could have broken you're necks."

Watching:His eyes roamed as his lover paraded around the ring; his new red trunks hugging his rounded ass deliciously. His eyes widened as he sauntered over and stood in front of him, smirking and licking his lips. "Like what you see?"

Odd Socks: Glen rooted around blindly in his dresser drawer, his head still spinning from the night before. With a victorious 'hah' he pulled out the first pair he found. Later that day he realized that one sock was Adams and the other was Mikes and he smiled. "That's the last time they do laundry."

Hairbrush: Glen stood staring at his bathroom sink, or rather the odd assortment of grooming supplies that looked like they'd be more at home on some female's vanity. With a slightly annoyed growl he batted a few brushes out of his way so that he could fill the sink and shave.

Marzipan: Adam poked at the substance cautiously. Even though he, Mike and Glen had been together for a while he still didn't put it past the older bald man to poison them. In fact if he was Glen he would have already done it. "It's not going to kill you." Glen chuckled. "What is it?" Mike asked, eyeing in trepidation. "Marzipan." Both men were still hesitant even though Glen seemed to be practically inhaling it.

Lawyers: Glen drummed his fingers on the chair, his eyes roving the room boredly. Next to him Adam and Mike were sleeping and he couldn't begin to fathom why they demanded to be included on the trip. Who in their right mind wanted to go to a will reading anyways? With a light chuckle he dropped kisses to their heads when the lawyer called him in for the reading.

A Small Spark: Mike swallowed hard as he hurriedly stripped from his clothes, watching as Adam pushed their larger lover down on the bed and bound his wrists to the posts. It was something that never got old to him, all it ever took was just one small touch to spark a raging fire between them all.

The Dark: Glen smiled as the heavy night closed in around him, caressing him like a long lost lover. From the porch his two lovers watched as the night swallowed him from their view and they shivered; feeling the dark encase them as well.

Candy: Adam was reclining on the couch watching tv when Mike sauntered in and dropped down in his lap, kissing him deeply. With a pant Adam pulled away, smirking. "As much as I enjoyed that, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Mike smiled deviously before answering. "Glen's upstairs coated in chocolate and sleeping." Adam's eyes lit up and he all but dashed up the stairs with Mike hot on his heels, both eager to make the candy coating melt so they could lick it off easier.

Lessons: Mike frowned as he sat in his improv class; his mind thinking about much more enjoyable lessons he could be getting at home at the hands of his lovers.

Power: Glen grumbled and flicked the flashlight on before heading through the kitchen to the basement. He couldn't remember how many times he'd told Mike and Adam that if they plugged two appliances into the same outlet in the kitchen that it'd blow the breaker. However how they always apologized afterwards made him smile.

Cameras: Adam glanced around the bedroom, his eyes picking out the barely noticeable red pin pricks that marked their positions. He quickly disrobed and stretched out on the bed, waiting patiently for Mike and Glen to join him; smirking as he pictured Mark's face when he watched his special DVD. "Serves the bastard right for thinking he could take Glen away." Adam murmured as the door opened.

Spatula: Mike frowned and tried to get the flat utensil under the lump of dough sitting in the middle of the griddle. With a frustrated howl he yanked back hard, breaking the spatula and smacking himself in the face.

The Setting Sun: It was the simple things in life that Glen enjoyed; a warm sunny day, a nice Harley, a loyal dog. But one of his favorite things in the world was watching the sun go down during the fall—the show of falling gold against the fiery colors that painted the trees was second to none.

The Downfall: "What the hell happened?" Mike asked as he looked over at Adam, questioning the blonde with his eyes. They had come home to find all of Glen's things gone and not so much as a note explaining why. Adam shook his head and tried to find one small thing that had led the end of their relationship.

The Ghost of Things Past: He tried, he really did. But Adam couldn't move on from it. He missed Glen and Mike too much. Both men seemed to be happy, Glen taking up with Mark and Mike with Jake Hager. Adam had done a little dating since the split but no one made him feel the way he did with Glen and Mike, the closest he had come was when Matt and Chris asked him to be their third on Chris's birthday. But even their sighs, moans and touches couldn't blot out the lingering ghosts of his failed trio.

The Unimaginable Touch of Time: It was there for the entire world to see; standing out proudly in the brunette's hair. He let out a shriek and dove back into bed, trembling as he curled up against Glen. "What's the matter Mike?" He asked as he raised Mike's head gently. "Time has touched me. I-I-I-I found a grey hair." He sobbed. With a chuckle Glen pulled him close with a smirk. "Well we can always shave you bald."

The Forests of the Night: Mike sat on a tree stump, watching as Glen fought with the tent and Adam got a fire blazing. Off all the times to go camping they had to pick a Friday. And not just any Friday but Friday the 13th. Wind howled through the trees and suddenly Mike didn't want to be there when the sun went down.

The Beast Within: Adam swallowed hard as he straddled his large lover; glancing over at Mike whom had taken up residence at his side. "Can I help you?" Glen asked as he looked up from his book. Adam didn't answer he just crashed their lips together and dug his fingers into Glen's shoulders; hoping that the rougher he was would unlock Glen's dominate side.

The Taste of Ink: Glen shifted around on the chair, the whirr of the tattoo gun digging into his brain and making him antsy, while the scent of ink and disinfectant hung so heavy on the air that he could almost taste it. Mike was sitting next to him, leafing through a design book as he waited his turn while Adam was lying on his side with a purple-faux-hawked man ran the shading needle over his skin at lightening speed. Finally the man pulled back; blocking Glen's view as he rinsed the area then covered it with a gauze pad. Gingerly Adam sat up, wincing as the raw skin protested. For the life of him Glen couldn't see what people saw in tattoos.

The Silence of Solitude: "Finally." Glen sighed as he sank down into his favorite leather chair in his den. Adam and Mike were out for the day; leaving Glen home alone to enjoy one of his rare days off. After five minutes he sighed again, completely and utterly bored.

The Texture of Leather: Soft and supple the light brown length trailed down his back, making Adam shiver as it passed over his ass. He was on his knees, his hands bound behind his back and completely nude. Next to him Glen was similarly bound, only he was bent over an ottoman with a ball gag in his mouth. The snap of the cat-n-nine came just a split second after it connected with his skin; making Adam cry out in pained ecstasy.

"I Must Not See Her": Glen pursed his lips and forced himself to look the other way. As much as he loved Mike and Adam he couldn't help but follow her with his eyes. It had to be her walk, they gentle way her hips swayed from side to side, or maybe it was her laugh. An angel couldn't sound as beautiful as that. He felt a nudge to his side and looked down, flushing red as Mike glared at him. He picked the younger man up and sat him on top of one of the sound boxes, kissing him passionately as he forced the brunette vixen from his mind.

"Where Are You?": Adam looked around, his blue eyes scanning the area for either one of his lovers. He had only agreed to come to the club because they promised to dance for him. He growled as he started for the door, wondering where they had gone. He was two minutes from storming from the club when a murmur went up from the crowd. He turned and looked, there on the stage wearing the tiniest speedos known to man were Mike and Glen.

"I'm Going to Hell for this One.": Mike looked on wide eyed as Glen shook the bright green paint off his arms. Over in a corner out of sight of the camera Adam was stuffing his fist into his mouth to stifle his giggles. Glen stalked over, murderous intentions gleaming in his mismatched eyes. Mike swallowed and whispered just loud enough for the cameras to hear, "I'm going to hell…."

"Dear God…": Mike groaned as he arched up from the bed, his muscles taunt as Adam swallowed him and Glen licked a fiery trail from his neck to his waist and then back again. Adam wet heat left his throbbing member and he cried out in frustration, looking down to see what the deal was. His eyes rolled back in his head a moment later when he felt two sets of lips and two tongues dancing around his length as Glen and Adam each feasted on a side and kissed simultaneously.

"Do Me Good.": It was written clearly in his eyes, they only had one chance to prove to him that they were the only one's he'd ever need. Adam and Mike shared devious grins before tackling Glen to the floor and practically ripping his clothes off.

"Hollar till You Pass Out": Adam's eyes gleamed in the darkness; he could almost make out the shape of one of his lovers on the bed. From the size it was Glen, but then again Mike liked to curl up with pillows, so it might be him. Either way who ever it was, was in for a big surprise. With a howl he leapt onto the bed, sinking his teeth down into the first bit of skin he could find. Judging by the yelp it was Glen. "That's right love, scream for me. Holler until you pass the fuck out." He growled as attacked his lover.

"I Can't Control Myself.": Glen's breath was coming in harsh pants and his heart was racing yet he wasn't doing anything to cause the condition. He was sitting on the deck of his porch watching Adam and Mike engage in a childish leaf war as they raked the yard. Neither man knew he was watching and when their play calmed down he walked over, pulling them both to him and kissing them deeply in turn. Both stood panting, staring up at him with slightly glazed eyes. "Sorry, I can't control myself when you're around." He offered with a smile. Both men smiled at him before taking him to the ground and covering him with kisses. "Yeah, we know the feeling." Adam laughed as he straddled Glen's waist.

"I Didn't Know I'd Love You So Much": Glen fidgeted as Adam and Mike's eyes pinned him to the bed. He knew he'd been acting weird, but he figured that he had done a good enough job of hiding it. "What's going on Glen?" Mike questioned, his eyes burning as he advanced on the sitting man. "I-I-I don't…" "Bullshit! Now tell us. We deserves that much at least." Glen swallowed and looked up, his blue eyes glimmering in the low light. "I, um…Ididn'tknowI'dloveyousomuch." He rushed out. Adam furrowed his brow trying to make it out, then fell to the floor laughing, causing Mike to look at him. "What?" Mike demanded. "I said; I didn't know I'd love you so much." Glen said, dropping his voice as he flushed red.