Trifecta: Valentine's Day, part three
My house was so hot last night (even after hours of having the windows open and the fan on) that I had a ton of nightmares. Everything from dreaming something was walking on my face to dreaming I was choking (both of which I woke from as I struggled to save myself by leaning over the side of the bed or sitting up depending on that particular dream. Whatever mechanism keeps a body from moving while dreaming was out of whack.) to forgetting the gift cards when we went to a movie, so it cost us seventy dollars just to get in the door when we expected it to almost nothing.
I am very tired this morning and can't just go back to bed because a maintenance man is supposed to be over some time today to deal with our washer that no longer drains.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Valentine's Day, part three
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1.9k
Summary: Damien discovers that his and Ty's ways of arguing clash
Masterlist
Damien greeted Ty at the door with a kiss and then hung up Ty’s coat and took his arm. “Come see the flowers Kenneth bought me.”
Ty dutifully inspected the bouquet. “They smell nice.”
Kenneth laughed from the kitchen. “You don’t want to know how many bunches of roses I had to smell before I found ones with a scent.”
Damien twisted in place, his weight on the balls of his feet and the chair in front of him. This was one of those endearing poses kids did when they wanted something and Damien wanted something or rather two someones.
Ty stroked a lily with a pink center and glanced at Kenneth. In a low voice he asked Damien, “You don’t mind?”
Damien hugged himself. He was too old for that gesture as well, but today he couldn’t stop. “It’s wonderful, isn’t it?” Just because Ty hated getting flowers didn’t mean he had to. “No one has ever given me flowers before. I’ve always wanted to have someone who would give me flowers. Flowers say, ‘I love you’, don’t you think?” That was probably laying it on too thick, but Kenneth was grinning hugely in the kitchen. Damien grinned back. “And now my first Valentine’s Day in a relationship and I get flowers.”
He hadn’t even had to hint.
Ty swallowed hard. “Is this what they mean to you?”
“Kenneth loves me. He even told me so, even if I had to drag it out of him.”
Ty grinned. “So did I.”
Damien was glad to hear Kenneth was normally stingy with declarations of love and not just with Damien.
Ty stepped into the kitchen. “The food smells wonderful.”
They kissed. Kenneth put his hand on Ty’s ginger arm. “I’ll start the steaks. Pass the time with Damien.”
Ty turned to Damien. “What shall we do? I learned a new card trick today.”
Damien wrapped his arms around Ty’s warm, hard body. “I think he had something different in mind.”
He led Ty to the couch and sat down beside him. How to start? Maybe full blast was the best way. He straddled Ty’s lap and set his arms on Ty’s shoulders. “You are so handsome.”
Ty grinned. “So handsome that what?”
“So handsome I might just come from being kissed.” Damien leaned forward and took Ty’s lips. He loved the feel of Ty’s beard against his cheeks, but more against his neck. He slipped his hand under Ty’s shirt so he could get more of Ty’s fur against his skin.
Where Kenneth had been content to kiss, Ty was all for touches. Damien lost his shirt and was halfway to losing his pants when Ty looked up towards the kitchen. He leaned back. “I shouldn’t.”
“Please.” Damien could imagine Ty’s lips against his cock, but what he was hoping for his lips against Ty’s ginger curls. Ty was always so intent to be inside one or the other of them that Damien rarely got to go down on him. “Please, Ty. Make me come with your hands and mouth.”
Ty looked into the kitchen again. “Are you sure he won’t mind? This isn’t cheating?”
Damien sighed. Wishful thinking was sliding away like always. Reality was too cold and harsh to let it live. He wiped his eyes. He would not tear up. He would not let the tears win.
Why hadn’t they talked about this before, sometime when Damien wasn’t painfully hard? “Being with me can’t be cheating. I’m part of this relationship, aren’t I? Would it be cheating if I went down on Kenneth?”
Ty stood up. “Did you?”
As if that mattered. Damien swallowed an angry sob and pulled his pants back up. “I wanted…” the horrid, hateful tears just wouldn’t stay back. “I wanted a nice time, with just you for once and you are accusing me of cheating on you with my own boyfriend? If that’s breaking the rules, you should have explained that at the beginning. At least Kenneth loves me!”
Damien ran out of the room. Those disgusting tears just had to drip down his face. They couldn’t leave him with his dignity just this once. Of course not.
He dried his face against his old blanket. He’d run to his old room. The first place he’d felt safe that he could remember. And now he didn’t even have that.
He wanted Kenneth to come in and soothe him, but Kenneth was cooking and Damien was eighteen. He shouldn’t want to be coddled, let alone need it.
And why should Ty be so prickly? Why Ty: the reason Damien had come in the first place. Ty the beautiful, glorious man Damien had dreamed about while tending bar. The one he had kissed. The reason he had agreed to move in with them. The only person whose voice hardened him until Kenneth had talked while touching him enough times to also get that response.
If Damien couldn’t have sex with Ty, with either of them, what was the point in living here?
He yanked open the door. Ty and Kenneth were talking in the kitchen. Ty turned around, his brows raised and mouth open, but Kenneth gave Damien a look full of love and trust. Kenneth wouldn’t love him any less if he said what was in his heart and he didn’t have Ty’s love to lose. Maybe he never would. “Do you want me to move out?”
“No!” Ty was at the door before Damien could close it. Ty pushed it open. “You aren’t sleeping anywhere but our bed. Not in this room or a house down the street or in another city. In our bed.”
Damien took a step back, but he wasn’t going to be intimidated by a guy looming over him even if the guy was a drop dead gorgeous ginger. He put his hands flat against Ty’s naked chest. “Our bed: yours, mine and Kenneth’s or yours and Kenneth’s?”
“Ours.” Ty spread his hands. “All of ours.”
“But Kenneth and I aren’t allowed to use it without you? How does that make it mine in any way? Am I just your little plaything? If you’re working or too busy to play, Kenneth can’t play with me? Will he sully your new toy?”
Ty pressed his lips together. “It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like?” Damien pushed at Ty’s chest. He didn’t budge. Why couldn’t Damien move him even an inch? “Either I am an adult with a will of my own and in an equal relationship where I can… go down on either of you while the other is at work. Or I’m a pet you have to be around for Kenneth to play with.”
Ty sighed and placed his hands over Damien’s. “I’m sorry.”
Damien wrenched his hands away. “All I wanted was to take you in my mouth and feel your curls against my cheeks and there you go yelling at me because I’d done the same with Kenneth. Why can’t I have sex with him if I see fit? Why can’t you?”
Ty straightened. “Who says I can’t?”
“Logic?” Damien spat the word. “Fairness?”
He had never been so mad in his life. Who was Ty to tell him he couldn’t be with Kenneth if Ty thought that he himself had ever right? Damien really was just a toy. He wiped the horrible tear off his cheek. He wasn’t going to cry again. He wasn’t.
“How’s that? I’m not being fair?”
Damien shook his head. Tears flung out, but at least it didn’t leak down his face. “If you can have sex with Kenneth without me, I can have sex with Kenneth without you. Or you without him. That is only fair.”
“Sure, but-”
“But nothing. Am I one of us or not?”
Ty sighed. “You are. I… I don’t even want to think…” He put his hand over his mouth. “I… I have to think out loud, and when I do, I say things I don’t always mean. I have to hear it so see if it sounds right and I’m afraid I will hurt you even more if I do. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you cry.”
He put out his hand toward Damien’s wet cheeks. Damien turned his face away. Crying was bad enough. Having someone mention the dreaded tears was much worse.
Kenneth appeared in the doorway. “The steaks are resting. I wonder if anyone else could use a hug.”
Damien could not get into his arms fast enough. Kenneth rubbed his back. “Thank you. It hurts to hear people I love fight.”
Damien let out a shaky sigh. “We had a row.”
“Sorry,” said Ty.
“How about we say,” Kenneth’s hands were sure and strong, “asses are off limits when we aren’t all three together. Can we agree to that?”
Damien nodded.
“Ty agrees too.”
“Sorry,” said Ty. “I nodded. No asses, but everything else is fair game, but if someone feels jealous, we talk about rules and make changes.”
Damien gathered strength to stand on his own. The tears had receded. “But no rule change when anyone has a hard on. That just wasn’t fair.”
He shifted himself in his pants, but he still ached. Getting angry hadn’t softened him at all.
A timer went off. Kenneth smiled. “Dinner unless we aren’t done.”
Food would definitely soothe the soul. Kenneth served up everything beautifully, but dinner wasn’t as fun as usual. Ty played with his food. When he otherwise would have already eaten half his food and onto his second or third anecdote about theater people, he sat down his fork. “Damien, are you sure this wasn’t about me not acknowledging you in public?”
Damien raised an eyebrow. “You think that I would get so mad that you didn’t tell Flannigan you knew me after I didn’t tell him the same thing that I would come home and seduce Kenneth? Do you normally have sex with someone because you are angry with someone else? I don’t.”
How could Ty even think that?
“What’s this?” Kenneth picked up his glass with his usual grace and elegance. He wasn’t angry or jealous, just mildly curious.
“Flannigan took me to Damien’s coffee shop to show me an ingénue Jaron just has to hire.”
“Which,” Damien sat down his cup, “just happened to be me. Flannigan talked Ty up as if he were matchmaking.”
“He’s guessed that we’ve had someone in our bed. But he doesn’t know that it’s always been Damien.”
“And we let him introduce us.”
Kenneth nodded. “Which will keep everyone from realizing that he moved in with us at seventeen.”
Damien bit his lip. Was Kenneth still worried about that?
Ty nodded. “But he and Chloë plan to invade our house to dress Damien up.”
“When?”
Ty shrugged. “Next week maybe. He doesn’t know Damien already lives with us.”
Damien could pretend he was still sleeping in the spare room if they wanted him to.
Kenneth grinned. “As long as it’s not tonight. It’s Valentine’s Day. I have plans for tonight.”
As a matter of fact, so did Damien. Did Kenneth have handcuffs strong enough to hold Ty in that bag of goodies he’d brought home?
Damien couldn’t wait to see.
I am very tired this morning and can't just go back to bed because a maintenance man is supposed to be over some time today to deal with our washer that no longer drains.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Valentine's Day, part three
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1.9k
Summary: Damien discovers that his and Ty's ways of arguing clash
Masterlist
Damien greeted Ty at the door with a kiss and then hung up Ty’s coat and took his arm. “Come see the flowers Kenneth bought me.”
Ty dutifully inspected the bouquet. “They smell nice.”
Kenneth laughed from the kitchen. “You don’t want to know how many bunches of roses I had to smell before I found ones with a scent.”
Damien twisted in place, his weight on the balls of his feet and the chair in front of him. This was one of those endearing poses kids did when they wanted something and Damien wanted something or rather two someones.
Ty stroked a lily with a pink center and glanced at Kenneth. In a low voice he asked Damien, “You don’t mind?”
Damien hugged himself. He was too old for that gesture as well, but today he couldn’t stop. “It’s wonderful, isn’t it?” Just because Ty hated getting flowers didn’t mean he had to. “No one has ever given me flowers before. I’ve always wanted to have someone who would give me flowers. Flowers say, ‘I love you’, don’t you think?” That was probably laying it on too thick, but Kenneth was grinning hugely in the kitchen. Damien grinned back. “And now my first Valentine’s Day in a relationship and I get flowers.”
He hadn’t even had to hint.
Ty swallowed hard. “Is this what they mean to you?”
“Kenneth loves me. He even told me so, even if I had to drag it out of him.”
Ty grinned. “So did I.”
Damien was glad to hear Kenneth was normally stingy with declarations of love and not just with Damien.
Ty stepped into the kitchen. “The food smells wonderful.”
They kissed. Kenneth put his hand on Ty’s ginger arm. “I’ll start the steaks. Pass the time with Damien.”
Ty turned to Damien. “What shall we do? I learned a new card trick today.”
Damien wrapped his arms around Ty’s warm, hard body. “I think he had something different in mind.”
He led Ty to the couch and sat down beside him. How to start? Maybe full blast was the best way. He straddled Ty’s lap and set his arms on Ty’s shoulders. “You are so handsome.”
Ty grinned. “So handsome that what?”
“So handsome I might just come from being kissed.” Damien leaned forward and took Ty’s lips. He loved the feel of Ty’s beard against his cheeks, but more against his neck. He slipped his hand under Ty’s shirt so he could get more of Ty’s fur against his skin.
Where Kenneth had been content to kiss, Ty was all for touches. Damien lost his shirt and was halfway to losing his pants when Ty looked up towards the kitchen. He leaned back. “I shouldn’t.”
“Please.” Damien could imagine Ty’s lips against his cock, but what he was hoping for his lips against Ty’s ginger curls. Ty was always so intent to be inside one or the other of them that Damien rarely got to go down on him. “Please, Ty. Make me come with your hands and mouth.”
Ty looked into the kitchen again. “Are you sure he won’t mind? This isn’t cheating?”
Damien sighed. Wishful thinking was sliding away like always. Reality was too cold and harsh to let it live. He wiped his eyes. He would not tear up. He would not let the tears win.
Why hadn’t they talked about this before, sometime when Damien wasn’t painfully hard? “Being with me can’t be cheating. I’m part of this relationship, aren’t I? Would it be cheating if I went down on Kenneth?”
Ty stood up. “Did you?”
As if that mattered. Damien swallowed an angry sob and pulled his pants back up. “I wanted…” the horrid, hateful tears just wouldn’t stay back. “I wanted a nice time, with just you for once and you are accusing me of cheating on you with my own boyfriend? If that’s breaking the rules, you should have explained that at the beginning. At least Kenneth loves me!”
Damien ran out of the room. Those disgusting tears just had to drip down his face. They couldn’t leave him with his dignity just this once. Of course not.
He dried his face against his old blanket. He’d run to his old room. The first place he’d felt safe that he could remember. And now he didn’t even have that.
He wanted Kenneth to come in and soothe him, but Kenneth was cooking and Damien was eighteen. He shouldn’t want to be coddled, let alone need it.
And why should Ty be so prickly? Why Ty: the reason Damien had come in the first place. Ty the beautiful, glorious man Damien had dreamed about while tending bar. The one he had kissed. The reason he had agreed to move in with them. The only person whose voice hardened him until Kenneth had talked while touching him enough times to also get that response.
If Damien couldn’t have sex with Ty, with either of them, what was the point in living here?
He yanked open the door. Ty and Kenneth were talking in the kitchen. Ty turned around, his brows raised and mouth open, but Kenneth gave Damien a look full of love and trust. Kenneth wouldn’t love him any less if he said what was in his heart and he didn’t have Ty’s love to lose. Maybe he never would. “Do you want me to move out?”
“No!” Ty was at the door before Damien could close it. Ty pushed it open. “You aren’t sleeping anywhere but our bed. Not in this room or a house down the street or in another city. In our bed.”
Damien took a step back, but he wasn’t going to be intimidated by a guy looming over him even if the guy was a drop dead gorgeous ginger. He put his hands flat against Ty’s naked chest. “Our bed: yours, mine and Kenneth’s or yours and Kenneth’s?”
“Ours.” Ty spread his hands. “All of ours.”
“But Kenneth and I aren’t allowed to use it without you? How does that make it mine in any way? Am I just your little plaything? If you’re working or too busy to play, Kenneth can’t play with me? Will he sully your new toy?”
Ty pressed his lips together. “It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like?” Damien pushed at Ty’s chest. He didn’t budge. Why couldn’t Damien move him even an inch? “Either I am an adult with a will of my own and in an equal relationship where I can… go down on either of you while the other is at work. Or I’m a pet you have to be around for Kenneth to play with.”
Ty sighed and placed his hands over Damien’s. “I’m sorry.”
Damien wrenched his hands away. “All I wanted was to take you in my mouth and feel your curls against my cheeks and there you go yelling at me because I’d done the same with Kenneth. Why can’t I have sex with him if I see fit? Why can’t you?”
Ty straightened. “Who says I can’t?”
“Logic?” Damien spat the word. “Fairness?”
He had never been so mad in his life. Who was Ty to tell him he couldn’t be with Kenneth if Ty thought that he himself had ever right? Damien really was just a toy. He wiped the horrible tear off his cheek. He wasn’t going to cry again. He wasn’t.
“How’s that? I’m not being fair?”
Damien shook his head. Tears flung out, but at least it didn’t leak down his face. “If you can have sex with Kenneth without me, I can have sex with Kenneth without you. Or you without him. That is only fair.”
“Sure, but-”
“But nothing. Am I one of us or not?”
Ty sighed. “You are. I… I don’t even want to think…” He put his hand over his mouth. “I… I have to think out loud, and when I do, I say things I don’t always mean. I have to hear it so see if it sounds right and I’m afraid I will hurt you even more if I do. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you cry.”
He put out his hand toward Damien’s wet cheeks. Damien turned his face away. Crying was bad enough. Having someone mention the dreaded tears was much worse.
Kenneth appeared in the doorway. “The steaks are resting. I wonder if anyone else could use a hug.”
Damien could not get into his arms fast enough. Kenneth rubbed his back. “Thank you. It hurts to hear people I love fight.”
Damien let out a shaky sigh. “We had a row.”
“Sorry,” said Ty.
“How about we say,” Kenneth’s hands were sure and strong, “asses are off limits when we aren’t all three together. Can we agree to that?”
Damien nodded.
“Ty agrees too.”
“Sorry,” said Ty. “I nodded. No asses, but everything else is fair game, but if someone feels jealous, we talk about rules and make changes.”
Damien gathered strength to stand on his own. The tears had receded. “But no rule change when anyone has a hard on. That just wasn’t fair.”
He shifted himself in his pants, but he still ached. Getting angry hadn’t softened him at all.
A timer went off. Kenneth smiled. “Dinner unless we aren’t done.”
Food would definitely soothe the soul. Kenneth served up everything beautifully, but dinner wasn’t as fun as usual. Ty played with his food. When he otherwise would have already eaten half his food and onto his second or third anecdote about theater people, he sat down his fork. “Damien, are you sure this wasn’t about me not acknowledging you in public?”
Damien raised an eyebrow. “You think that I would get so mad that you didn’t tell Flannigan you knew me after I didn’t tell him the same thing that I would come home and seduce Kenneth? Do you normally have sex with someone because you are angry with someone else? I don’t.”
How could Ty even think that?
“What’s this?” Kenneth picked up his glass with his usual grace and elegance. He wasn’t angry or jealous, just mildly curious.
“Flannigan took me to Damien’s coffee shop to show me an ingénue Jaron just has to hire.”
“Which,” Damien sat down his cup, “just happened to be me. Flannigan talked Ty up as if he were matchmaking.”
“He’s guessed that we’ve had someone in our bed. But he doesn’t know that it’s always been Damien.”
“And we let him introduce us.”
Kenneth nodded. “Which will keep everyone from realizing that he moved in with us at seventeen.”
Damien bit his lip. Was Kenneth still worried about that?
Ty nodded. “But he and Chloë plan to invade our house to dress Damien up.”
“When?”
Ty shrugged. “Next week maybe. He doesn’t know Damien already lives with us.”
Damien could pretend he was still sleeping in the spare room if they wanted him to.
Kenneth grinned. “As long as it’s not tonight. It’s Valentine’s Day. I have plans for tonight.”
As a matter of fact, so did Damien. Did Kenneth have handcuffs strong enough to hold Ty in that bag of goodies he’d brought home?
Damien couldn’t wait to see.