Trifecta: Memorial day, part one
I need names for Kenneth's parents that aren't John and Lisa (Peregrine's parents' names) but my brain is soup today. On the plus side I only had to brave the hot weather for an hour to get a half gallon of blackberries. Lots of berry are still green so we'll have fruit to eat and flavoring for our lemonade, etc. for weeks. Maybe my husband will start making ice cream again.
On the minus side I just heard from my sister that my niece's life just got more "interesting". Luckily a stranger stopped and gave them a ride to somewhere out of the 110° F heat after they got kicked out of the place they just moved to. Did some one curse that family? Stuff just keeps happening to them. Or maybe they just have bad taste in men.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Memorial Day, part one
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: .9k
Note: Memorial day is the last Monday in May here.
Summary: Ty gets ready for guest he doesn't want.
Ty pressed his lips together and shook out the bed sheets. Would they need to go through the dryer to get the creases out? He wasn’t going to iron them. That would just be ridiculous.
Of course Kenneth’s parents were ridiculous. The high and mighty power couple who had somehow managed to take the time out of their busy schedule to procreate three whole times was bestowing the precious commodity of their attention on their oldest son for the upcoming three day weekend.
They were the reason Kenneth had taken so long to love himself. He’d finally been ready to love others when Ty was looking for love, which was good for Ty, but the way Kenneth’s parents treated him was unconscionable.
And he was inviting them to stay in Damien’s room.
They were better off in a hotel somewhere.
Maybe they’d see the room and choose a hotel anyway. If he put on the creased sheet, would they be more likely to find a new place to sleep? Or would they use it as an excuse to complain about Ty?
They didn’t need an new excuse. They could just harp of Ty’s many deficiencies and how Kenneth could do so much better.
But if they tried that on Damien, Ty was not going to keep his mouth shut.
Damien danced down the hall. Ty dropped the sheets and pulled him close. “Practicing.”
Damien kissed him. “Handsome stranger, what big eyes you have.”
Red Riding Hood. “The better to admire you with, my dear.”
His eyes moved to Ty’s lips. “And what a big mouth you have.”
“The better to kiss you with, my dear.”
His pressed his belly against Ty’s hips. “And what a cock you have?”
If Damien pressed himself up this close against his costar, Ty would have lost it, acting or not acting, despite the role of Big Bad Wolf being played by a woman. Ty changed the response, Jaron’s plays were slightly more vulgar than Ty liked to use on his men. “The better to make sweet love to you, my dear.”
He bent his face to Damien and Damien melted against him.
And then he slipped on the sheet Ty had dropped. Oops.
Ty picked it up. “I guess I was in the middle of something.”
“Something that can wait until I go to work?” Damien fluttered his eyelashes. “Or something I can help you with, so it will be done faster and we’ll have a little time to waste?”
“It wouldn’t be wasted.” Maybe the sheet did need to spend a few minutes in the dryer. “How about you keep me company.”
“Any time.”
They carried the sheets to the dryer and added the pillow cases for good measure. Damien turned the dryer on and hopped up on it. He put his hands on Ty’s shoulders. “Am I company enough?”
Ten minutes wasn’t enough. They added an extra five and made the most of it.
After they washed up, Damien helped Ty make the bed. He fluffed a pillow. “It’s good the room is being put to use.”
Ty tugged a shadow of a wrinkle out of the blanket. “Have you talked to Kenneth about his parents?”
“They have money. They bought him a car for his thirtieth birthday.”
“They withheld affection unless he was perfect enough. Love your kid and he might love himself and might decide to be a artist or gym teacher and not the doctor or lawyer you want him to be.”
Damien leaned against him. “You don’t like them.”
Ty held him close. “The feeling is mutual.”
“Do you think they won’t like me either?”
“They might not think an artist or an author is good enough for their only son, but Kenneth loves us both, so don’t let anything they say bug you.”
They went into the kitchen. Ty needed to start dinner. Damien put the part of last night’s dinner Kenneth had saved for him into a reusable lunch bag. The theater had a microwave in the green room.
“Tell me about them.”
Ty tried to remember the things that hurt him worst at the time and told them as silly stories that had Damien laughing. “I can’t believe they shut the door in your face.”
Ty grinned. “I was just a wandering leprechaun who’d somehow infiltrated their son’s party.”
“What did Kenneth do?”
Ty shrugged. “He’s seen them do enough. I don’t need to add to his unhappiness.”
“Wouldn’t he want to know?”
“Every year he thinks that maybe this is the year they will come to love him unconditionally.”
Damien kissed Ty’s cheek. “I’ll be extra good to him.”
Ty wrapped his hands around Damien’s waist. “I know you will. I have an idea.”
This time the kiss was on the lips. “Tell me.”
“This is the first year they are staying here, not at a hotel. We really won’t have any place away from them. But they won’t have any place away from us either. Every time we get insulted or slighted, that person makes out with Kenneth, no matter where he is.”
“No matter where he is?” Damien grinned. “Sounds like fun?”
It would be, with him.
On the minus side I just heard from my sister that my niece's life just got more "interesting". Luckily a stranger stopped and gave them a ride to somewhere out of the 110° F heat after they got kicked out of the place they just moved to. Did some one curse that family? Stuff just keeps happening to them. Or maybe they just have bad taste in men.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Memorial Day, part one
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: .9k
Note: Memorial day is the last Monday in May here.
Summary: Ty gets ready for guest he doesn't want.
Ty pressed his lips together and shook out the bed sheets. Would they need to go through the dryer to get the creases out? He wasn’t going to iron them. That would just be ridiculous.
Of course Kenneth’s parents were ridiculous. The high and mighty power couple who had somehow managed to take the time out of their busy schedule to procreate three whole times was bestowing the precious commodity of their attention on their oldest son for the upcoming three day weekend.
They were the reason Kenneth had taken so long to love himself. He’d finally been ready to love others when Ty was looking for love, which was good for Ty, but the way Kenneth’s parents treated him was unconscionable.
And he was inviting them to stay in Damien’s room.
They were better off in a hotel somewhere.
Maybe they’d see the room and choose a hotel anyway. If he put on the creased sheet, would they be more likely to find a new place to sleep? Or would they use it as an excuse to complain about Ty?
They didn’t need an new excuse. They could just harp of Ty’s many deficiencies and how Kenneth could do so much better.
But if they tried that on Damien, Ty was not going to keep his mouth shut.
Damien danced down the hall. Ty dropped the sheets and pulled him close. “Practicing.”
Damien kissed him. “Handsome stranger, what big eyes you have.”
Red Riding Hood. “The better to admire you with, my dear.”
His eyes moved to Ty’s lips. “And what a big mouth you have.”
“The better to kiss you with, my dear.”
His pressed his belly against Ty’s hips. “And what a cock you have?”
If Damien pressed himself up this close against his costar, Ty would have lost it, acting or not acting, despite the role of Big Bad Wolf being played by a woman. Ty changed the response, Jaron’s plays were slightly more vulgar than Ty liked to use on his men. “The better to make sweet love to you, my dear.”
He bent his face to Damien and Damien melted against him.
And then he slipped on the sheet Ty had dropped. Oops.
Ty picked it up. “I guess I was in the middle of something.”
“Something that can wait until I go to work?” Damien fluttered his eyelashes. “Or something I can help you with, so it will be done faster and we’ll have a little time to waste?”
“It wouldn’t be wasted.” Maybe the sheet did need to spend a few minutes in the dryer. “How about you keep me company.”
“Any time.”
They carried the sheets to the dryer and added the pillow cases for good measure. Damien turned the dryer on and hopped up on it. He put his hands on Ty’s shoulders. “Am I company enough?”
Ten minutes wasn’t enough. They added an extra five and made the most of it.
After they washed up, Damien helped Ty make the bed. He fluffed a pillow. “It’s good the room is being put to use.”
Ty tugged a shadow of a wrinkle out of the blanket. “Have you talked to Kenneth about his parents?”
“They have money. They bought him a car for his thirtieth birthday.”
“They withheld affection unless he was perfect enough. Love your kid and he might love himself and might decide to be a artist or gym teacher and not the doctor or lawyer you want him to be.”
Damien leaned against him. “You don’t like them.”
Ty held him close. “The feeling is mutual.”
“Do you think they won’t like me either?”
“They might not think an artist or an author is good enough for their only son, but Kenneth loves us both, so don’t let anything they say bug you.”
They went into the kitchen. Ty needed to start dinner. Damien put the part of last night’s dinner Kenneth had saved for him into a reusable lunch bag. The theater had a microwave in the green room.
“Tell me about them.”
Ty tried to remember the things that hurt him worst at the time and told them as silly stories that had Damien laughing. “I can’t believe they shut the door in your face.”
Ty grinned. “I was just a wandering leprechaun who’d somehow infiltrated their son’s party.”
“What did Kenneth do?”
Ty shrugged. “He’s seen them do enough. I don’t need to add to his unhappiness.”
“Wouldn’t he want to know?”
“Every year he thinks that maybe this is the year they will come to love him unconditionally.”
Damien kissed Ty’s cheek. “I’ll be extra good to him.”
Ty wrapped his hands around Damien’s waist. “I know you will. I have an idea.”
This time the kiss was on the lips. “Tell me.”
“This is the first year they are staying here, not at a hotel. We really won’t have any place away from them. But they won’t have any place away from us either. Every time we get insulted or slighted, that person makes out with Kenneth, no matter where he is.”
“No matter where he is?” Damien grinned. “Sounds like fun?”
It would be, with him.