Trifecta: Memorial day, part three
One of the perils of summer I hadn't considered: I scooped out some homemade blackberry lemonade sorbet to fill my bowl and a little stayed on the spoon, so I went to suck it off, as you do, and spoon was so cold that I pulled it out of my mouth... along with skin just inside my lip. That was three days ago and it still hurts. *Ouch*
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Memorial Day, part three
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1.8 k
Note: Memorial day is the last Monday in May here.
Summary: Kenneth gets affection, all around
Master list
Kenneth grinned as Damien sat on his lap and wrapped his arms around Kenneth’s neck. He didn’t seem to care who might be watching. He leaned in close. “I love you.”
Kenneth felt loved. He kissed Damien. Not too deep because Dad was watching a movie a few feet away. Kenneth rubbed his nose against Damien’s neck. He and Ty were very affectionate these last few days. That made Kenneth want to be affectionate back even though his parents were sleeping right down the hall.
They’d wanted-at least Mom had wanted-to sleep in the master bedroom.
The three of them wouldn’t have fit in Damien’s old bed.
Ty had been very accommodating, too much so. He’d said that as soon as they woke Damien up and put some clothes on him and hunted up some sheets without lube stains, Mom and Dad could have the bed. But she’d need to forgive the smell. Try as he might, Ty hadn’t been able to remove the scent of the peach lube that had spilled on the mattress a few weeks ago.
Kenneth liked the smell of peaches and the reminder of his men even when he went to bed without them.
Mom had decided that the spare room was good enough, especially when Ty had told her that mattress was almost new.
Damien covered a big yawn that didn’t go as far as his chest.
“Bed time?”
Damien nodded. They’d played this game before, but never with guests over. Kenneth rubbed Damien’s thigh. “I’m tired too.”
Damien kissed him again and fluttered off. He’d been doing more of that lately. Light steps didn’t echo on the stage and in a long dress he looked like he was gliding. Like a heroine from a story might.
“Are you sure he’s a guy?”
Kenneth wasn’t going to roll his eyes no matter how many times Dad asked that. “Damien is every inch a man.”
“It’s just… He makes a very convincing woman.”
“He’s paid to be convincing.”
“He’s very good at it.”
“Damien is good at his job.” Kenneth checked the doors. The kitchen was clean. They’d eaten out. “Which lights will you need?”
He turned off the kitchen lights. “Is the lamp enough?”
The lamp beside the couch glowed softy. Dad reached for the remote.
“You can finish watching that.”
Dad put the remote of the arm of the recliner. Having him here was better than in the bedroom listening. Kenneth checked the room once more. Nothing needed his attention.
Here.
Ty and Damien did. Jaron made a good decision not to open the theater on Monday for Memorial Day. Three days in a row of double plays would have left Damien too tired to play tonight. And maybe tomorrow.
“Do you have sex with him?”
Kenneth turned in the doorway. Dad was still looking at the TV, but he was playing with the remote. Kenneth must have heard that wrong. “Pardon?”
“The boy. Damien. Do you have sex with him?”
Kenneth wasn’t having this conversation. He must have fallen asleep on the couch. This was the man who had grudging accepted his son’s sexuality but forbade him from speaking about it. “What?”
“That must be a yes or you’ve have just said no.”
“Dad, Damien has been sleeping in our bed every night that you’ve been here.”
“Ty calls the room we’re in Damien’s.”
“He keeps Deedee’s clothes and makeup in there normally.”
“They aren’t in there now.”
“We cleared everything out to make a space for you and Mom.” Everything was in Flannigan’s extra closet.
“So he can’t become Deedee. We should have stayed at a hotel again.”
“He wouldn’t anyway. That something he gets paid to do.”
“So he doesn’t do it if he isn’t paid?”
“No.” Sometimes he did on special occasions, like when Ty decided he wanted to be topped by her.
Now that had been a sight to behold.
“He would if I paid him.”
“No, Dad. Damien isn’t going to dress up so you can ogle him.”
“But he’s so pretty.”
“He is. Even out of a dress.”
“Out of a dress.”
Dad was not imaging Damien naked. Maybe Deedee. “Damien’s male remember.”
Dad sighed. “A man can dream.”
This was not happening. Kenneth walked out.
The door to the hallway bathroom opened. Mom pressed her lips together. “Why do they do that?”
“Do what?”
“Ignore me. I’m just trying to help.”
That did not sound good at all. “You can give me advice, but you should let their mothers do that for them.”
“But Ty would be more successful if he just put a little effort in.”
“Ty is successful. He and Flannigan work for every theater in town that doesn’t do the work in house and they’ve added nightclubs to their client lists.” Two so far. “And even made a few backdrops for corporate events.” Two for one event that would happen in late June. “He’s doing great.”
“But he hardly works.”
“He works as often as he needs to.”
“But, Kenneth, why should you be the only real earner in your house? These men live on you.”
“I’d be working the same if both worked fifty hour weeks. This way I get to see them.” Sometimes. Damien’s schedule meant they only ate dinner together twice a week and on weekdays Kenneth left before Damien got up.
They had weekend mornings and Monday and Tuesday evenings. Three days a week they only communicated in notes and sleepy kisses.
And Ty who managed to bridge their schedules and sleep patterns perfectly.
Mom crossed her arms. “If you think that’s all right, I won’t try to dissuade you.”
This was her way of saying that Kenneth was crazy. She’s used it when he chose an out of state college, when he came out to her and when he told her he was moving to Oregon. She had stronger words when she found out he was dating a jobless guy six years younger than he was. But so far she hadn’t mentioned Damien’s age, except to tell Dad he was an old man who should know better.
The bedroom door opened.
“And Damien could be so much more successful in New York or London.”
Damien slid into Kenneth’s arms. “I prefer to be a big fish.”
Being a headliner in a small theater in decent sized city with a fairly active theater scene must be nicer that being in the background of a giant theater in an enormous city filled with huge theaters. Besides this kept Damien close to home.
Damien kissed him. “Ready for bed?”
“Already?” Mom frowned. “It’s barely nine.”
“I’m an early riser.” Kenneth led Damien down the hall to the bedroom door.
Ty pulled Kenneth inside. “I keep telling myself ‘twice a year’ but it’s hard to remember when…” Ty sighed. “I shouldn’t complain. Your mother is better than mine. Not as good as Aunt Millie, but then who is?”
“You’re mom is better than mine too.”
Kenneth kissed them both. He turned out the light. The lamp on Ty’s side of the bed was dimmed with a dark blue handkerchief over the shade.
The blanket was pulled back, invitingly. His men where inviting too. He pulled off his clothes. “Let’s not be too noisy.”
Damien laughed and pulled him on to the bed. He helped Damien remove the last of his pesky clothing. Ty was only one lose waistband away from naked. Perfection.
And so were his men in his arms. Kisses and touches became so much more. Ty panted with excursion and Damien made the cutest little noises when they had him high and hard. Kenneth had the power.
A knock sounded at the door. What? Who?
Ty thrust hit Kenneth just right and Damien made the cutest noises in his ear and he moaned his pleasure. They were that mattered.
Later, an hour? Two? Kenneth pried his eyes open and looked at the clock. He was going to have to do some blanket adjusting if they weren’t going to wake up freezing at four in the morning. Even this late in May, morning were cold.
Kenneth scooted out from under the jumble of limbs and pulled the covers back on.
Were his parents asleep? A low murmur came through the walls. Had they left the TV and DVD player on?
Kenneth pulled on his pants and went out into the hall. The light in the spare room was still on.
So was the TV. His parents were watching the ending credits of a super hero movie. Weird. They had disapproved of any movies with ‘abnormal’ people in it when he was young. Mom was also reading a magazine. The about-actors, for-actors one Damien got or one of Ty’s about set design or woodworking?
They both turned around.
“Need anything?”
“The knock?” Mom looked back at the magazine. Damien’s. That article was about keeping a job once you got it, even if it wasn’t the one you wanted. “You were being loud.”
Dad laughed. “And you got louder afterward. Just like I said you would.”
Mom rolled her eyes.
“If you don’t need anything…” Kenneth stepped back. “I’ll just go to bed.”
“We’re fine.” Dad shut off the TV. “Good movie.”
He clapped Kenneth on the back. Mom patted Kenneth’s cheek as she walked by. She hadn’t done that since he made valedictorian in high school.
Kenneth turned off the DVD player and the lamp.
His parents were in the spare room, but the door was still open.
“Did you ever imagine our son dating a star?” Dad sat on the bed.
Kenneth hurried past the door.
“Rob, Damien is young enough to be your grandson.”
Dad laughed. “Ken and the redhead, that didn’t make sense, but neither would just Ken and the princess. Our son is so exceptional, he needs two men.”
“Why did he pick these two?”
“One might be better looking and the other taller, but our son is still the best.”
“True.”
Kenneth opened his door quietly and pushed it closed. His parents approved of him. Everything was conditional: all their love, their time and attention, everything. But by growing up and striking his own path and doing what was best for him, he’s won their approval.
It wouldn’t last. It couldn’t, but tonight, lying beside the men he loved, he was happier than he’d ever imagined.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Memorial Day, part three
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1.8 k
Note: Memorial day is the last Monday in May here.
Summary: Kenneth gets affection, all around
Master list
Kenneth grinned as Damien sat on his lap and wrapped his arms around Kenneth’s neck. He didn’t seem to care who might be watching. He leaned in close. “I love you.”
Kenneth felt loved. He kissed Damien. Not too deep because Dad was watching a movie a few feet away. Kenneth rubbed his nose against Damien’s neck. He and Ty were very affectionate these last few days. That made Kenneth want to be affectionate back even though his parents were sleeping right down the hall.
They’d wanted-at least Mom had wanted-to sleep in the master bedroom.
The three of them wouldn’t have fit in Damien’s old bed.
Ty had been very accommodating, too much so. He’d said that as soon as they woke Damien up and put some clothes on him and hunted up some sheets without lube stains, Mom and Dad could have the bed. But she’d need to forgive the smell. Try as he might, Ty hadn’t been able to remove the scent of the peach lube that had spilled on the mattress a few weeks ago.
Kenneth liked the smell of peaches and the reminder of his men even when he went to bed without them.
Mom had decided that the spare room was good enough, especially when Ty had told her that mattress was almost new.
Damien covered a big yawn that didn’t go as far as his chest.
“Bed time?”
Damien nodded. They’d played this game before, but never with guests over. Kenneth rubbed Damien’s thigh. “I’m tired too.”
Damien kissed him again and fluttered off. He’d been doing more of that lately. Light steps didn’t echo on the stage and in a long dress he looked like he was gliding. Like a heroine from a story might.
“Are you sure he’s a guy?”
Kenneth wasn’t going to roll his eyes no matter how many times Dad asked that. “Damien is every inch a man.”
“It’s just… He makes a very convincing woman.”
“He’s paid to be convincing.”
“He’s very good at it.”
“Damien is good at his job.” Kenneth checked the doors. The kitchen was clean. They’d eaten out. “Which lights will you need?”
He turned off the kitchen lights. “Is the lamp enough?”
The lamp beside the couch glowed softy. Dad reached for the remote.
“You can finish watching that.”
Dad put the remote of the arm of the recliner. Having him here was better than in the bedroom listening. Kenneth checked the room once more. Nothing needed his attention.
Here.
Ty and Damien did. Jaron made a good decision not to open the theater on Monday for Memorial Day. Three days in a row of double plays would have left Damien too tired to play tonight. And maybe tomorrow.
“Do you have sex with him?”
Kenneth turned in the doorway. Dad was still looking at the TV, but he was playing with the remote. Kenneth must have heard that wrong. “Pardon?”
“The boy. Damien. Do you have sex with him?”
Kenneth wasn’t having this conversation. He must have fallen asleep on the couch. This was the man who had grudging accepted his son’s sexuality but forbade him from speaking about it. “What?”
“That must be a yes or you’ve have just said no.”
“Dad, Damien has been sleeping in our bed every night that you’ve been here.”
“Ty calls the room we’re in Damien’s.”
“He keeps Deedee’s clothes and makeup in there normally.”
“They aren’t in there now.”
“We cleared everything out to make a space for you and Mom.” Everything was in Flannigan’s extra closet.
“So he can’t become Deedee. We should have stayed at a hotel again.”
“He wouldn’t anyway. That something he gets paid to do.”
“So he doesn’t do it if he isn’t paid?”
“No.” Sometimes he did on special occasions, like when Ty decided he wanted to be topped by her.
Now that had been a sight to behold.
“He would if I paid him.”
“No, Dad. Damien isn’t going to dress up so you can ogle him.”
“But he’s so pretty.”
“He is. Even out of a dress.”
“Out of a dress.”
Dad was not imaging Damien naked. Maybe Deedee. “Damien’s male remember.”
Dad sighed. “A man can dream.”
This was not happening. Kenneth walked out.
The door to the hallway bathroom opened. Mom pressed her lips together. “Why do they do that?”
“Do what?”
“Ignore me. I’m just trying to help.”
That did not sound good at all. “You can give me advice, but you should let their mothers do that for them.”
“But Ty would be more successful if he just put a little effort in.”
“Ty is successful. He and Flannigan work for every theater in town that doesn’t do the work in house and they’ve added nightclubs to their client lists.” Two so far. “And even made a few backdrops for corporate events.” Two for one event that would happen in late June. “He’s doing great.”
“But he hardly works.”
“He works as often as he needs to.”
“But, Kenneth, why should you be the only real earner in your house? These men live on you.”
“I’d be working the same if both worked fifty hour weeks. This way I get to see them.” Sometimes. Damien’s schedule meant they only ate dinner together twice a week and on weekdays Kenneth left before Damien got up.
They had weekend mornings and Monday and Tuesday evenings. Three days a week they only communicated in notes and sleepy kisses.
And Ty who managed to bridge their schedules and sleep patterns perfectly.
Mom crossed her arms. “If you think that’s all right, I won’t try to dissuade you.”
This was her way of saying that Kenneth was crazy. She’s used it when he chose an out of state college, when he came out to her and when he told her he was moving to Oregon. She had stronger words when she found out he was dating a jobless guy six years younger than he was. But so far she hadn’t mentioned Damien’s age, except to tell Dad he was an old man who should know better.
The bedroom door opened.
“And Damien could be so much more successful in New York or London.”
Damien slid into Kenneth’s arms. “I prefer to be a big fish.”
Being a headliner in a small theater in decent sized city with a fairly active theater scene must be nicer that being in the background of a giant theater in an enormous city filled with huge theaters. Besides this kept Damien close to home.
Damien kissed him. “Ready for bed?”
“Already?” Mom frowned. “It’s barely nine.”
“I’m an early riser.” Kenneth led Damien down the hall to the bedroom door.
Ty pulled Kenneth inside. “I keep telling myself ‘twice a year’ but it’s hard to remember when…” Ty sighed. “I shouldn’t complain. Your mother is better than mine. Not as good as Aunt Millie, but then who is?”
“You’re mom is better than mine too.”
Kenneth kissed them both. He turned out the light. The lamp on Ty’s side of the bed was dimmed with a dark blue handkerchief over the shade.
The blanket was pulled back, invitingly. His men where inviting too. He pulled off his clothes. “Let’s not be too noisy.”
Damien laughed and pulled him on to the bed. He helped Damien remove the last of his pesky clothing. Ty was only one lose waistband away from naked. Perfection.
And so were his men in his arms. Kisses and touches became so much more. Ty panted with excursion and Damien made the cutest little noises when they had him high and hard. Kenneth had the power.
A knock sounded at the door. What? Who?
Ty thrust hit Kenneth just right and Damien made the cutest noises in his ear and he moaned his pleasure. They were that mattered.
Later, an hour? Two? Kenneth pried his eyes open and looked at the clock. He was going to have to do some blanket adjusting if they weren’t going to wake up freezing at four in the morning. Even this late in May, morning were cold.
Kenneth scooted out from under the jumble of limbs and pulled the covers back on.
Were his parents asleep? A low murmur came through the walls. Had they left the TV and DVD player on?
Kenneth pulled on his pants and went out into the hall. The light in the spare room was still on.
So was the TV. His parents were watching the ending credits of a super hero movie. Weird. They had disapproved of any movies with ‘abnormal’ people in it when he was young. Mom was also reading a magazine. The about-actors, for-actors one Damien got or one of Ty’s about set design or woodworking?
They both turned around.
“Need anything?”
“The knock?” Mom looked back at the magazine. Damien’s. That article was about keeping a job once you got it, even if it wasn’t the one you wanted. “You were being loud.”
Dad laughed. “And you got louder afterward. Just like I said you would.”
Mom rolled her eyes.
“If you don’t need anything…” Kenneth stepped back. “I’ll just go to bed.”
“We’re fine.” Dad shut off the TV. “Good movie.”
He clapped Kenneth on the back. Mom patted Kenneth’s cheek as she walked by. She hadn’t done that since he made valedictorian in high school.
Kenneth turned off the DVD player and the lamp.
His parents were in the spare room, but the door was still open.
“Did you ever imagine our son dating a star?” Dad sat on the bed.
Kenneth hurried past the door.
“Rob, Damien is young enough to be your grandson.”
Dad laughed. “Ken and the redhead, that didn’t make sense, but neither would just Ken and the princess. Our son is so exceptional, he needs two men.”
“Why did he pick these two?”
“One might be better looking and the other taller, but our son is still the best.”
“True.”
Kenneth opened his door quietly and pushed it closed. His parents approved of him. Everything was conditional: all their love, their time and attention, everything. But by growing up and striking his own path and doing what was best for him, he’s won their approval.
It wouldn’t last. It couldn’t, but tonight, lying beside the men he loved, he was happier than he’d ever imagined.