Trifecta: Pride Week, part one
I'm playing phone tag with the PT people. They got my info last Wednesday, but didn't call until Monday when I was back at work. I called them today and got 'leave your name' message. They'll probably call back when I'm working. Calling them during my lunch isn't going to work either as I can't get an actual person. I was hoping to get an appointment scheduled for next week, but since my next weekday off is next Wednesday...
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Pride Week, part one
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: .7 k
Summary: Kenneth needs to talk Damien into something
Masterlist
Kenneth stacked the dishes and took them into the kitchen. Ty brought in his plate and kissed Kenneth’s cheek. “Good luck.”
Kenneth was going to need it. He scrapped the plates into the garbage.
Damien brought in the glasses. “Would you like a hand?”
This was one of Damien’s few evenings off. Ty was setting up the bedroom for their evening together.
“Anytime.” Kenneth made room at the sink. “You fill the dishwasher very efficiently.”
“Thank you.” Damien rubbed his shoulder against Kenneth’s arm.
They washed the dishes together. Moments like this were precious. But Kenneth had a mission. “Have you ever been to Pride?”
Damien shrugged. “I’ve always been working.”
“Never felt like going?”
“That isn’t the kind of place that’s fun alone.”
That entirely depended on the fun one was looking for. But Kenneth and Ty had found a different kind of fun together. “What do you think about coming with us this year?”
“Jaron wants all of us on a float.”
“Doesn’t sound appealing?”
Damien moved the dishes in the dishwasher around and made enough space for the last few. “Should it?”
“Does he want to promote the theater?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you ever been on a float before?” Kenneth had once at eighteen. He’d been a go-go boy dancing next to a pole and people had thrown weird and wonderful things his way and cheered. He’d been king of the world.
“It’s not even going to be a float. Just someone’s old car. From the thirties? Some of us will ride in it or on it and some will walk.”
“Which would you prefer?”
“Dressed as Deedee?” Damien dampened a towel. “Riding. Especially if it’s hot.”
“The parade will be in the morning. Then the party starts.”
“You’ve been?”
Every year. “Several times.”
“Is it the wild thing I’ve heard about?” Damien frowned. He scrubbed at the table.
“Parents with kids. Couples meeting friends. People selling stuff. Musicians. Ty likes to dance.”
“He does?” Damien looked up. “In his kilt?”
“Yeah. That bouncing dance. He finds something to stand on and we all watch to see if his kilt flips and shows us his goods.”
“Has it ever?” Damien glanced toward the hall.
“He wears the thicker kilt that doesn’t fly up as much, but he does draw a crowd.” Although Kenneth and Ty talked for the first time that New Year’s Eve night they went home together, their first Pride together wasn’t the first Pride he’d seen Ty dance.
One didn’t forget a performance like that.
Damien bit his lip. “If you guys are planning to go…”
“We’d like you to come with us.”
Damien rinsed the towel and looked back toward the hallway.
“Is Jaron offering the theater to change in? Being Deedee all afternoon…”
“No. I’d rather come home than do that.”
“If we could make sure you had a place to change, would you be willing to attend with us?”
Damien looked down. “You really want to go.”
“We really want to show you off.”
Damien sighed. “I guess.”
Kenneth hugged him. “We won’t ask you to stay if you aren’t having fun, but please take a chance with us.”
Damien cuddled closer. “I already am.”
Ty stepped into the doorway. “Get him convinced?”
Damien grinned. “Pretty much.”
“Plan B was me keeping you hot and hard until you’d promise me anything just to let you come.”
What did Ty have planned for tonight?
Damien glided over and stopped with an outstretched hand against Ty’s chest. He licked his lips. “Maybe I’ll pretend I haven’t agreed yet.”
He slipped past Ty.
Ty watched him go. “Can you believe he’s ours?”
“Damien is a treasure.”
“Our treasure.” Ty kissed Kenneth. “Finish up. I just had the greatest idea.”
All Ty’s ideas were great, especially in and about the bedroom.
“I’ll be right there.” Kenneth started the dishwasher, checked the doors and turned out the lights. He had work tomorrow, but time with his men was worth a few yawns at the office.
He hurried down the hall to get ready for bed and his men.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Pride Week, part one
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: .7 k
Summary: Kenneth needs to talk Damien into something
Masterlist
Kenneth stacked the dishes and took them into the kitchen. Ty brought in his plate and kissed Kenneth’s cheek. “Good luck.”
Kenneth was going to need it. He scrapped the plates into the garbage.
Damien brought in the glasses. “Would you like a hand?”
This was one of Damien’s few evenings off. Ty was setting up the bedroom for their evening together.
“Anytime.” Kenneth made room at the sink. “You fill the dishwasher very efficiently.”
“Thank you.” Damien rubbed his shoulder against Kenneth’s arm.
They washed the dishes together. Moments like this were precious. But Kenneth had a mission. “Have you ever been to Pride?”
Damien shrugged. “I’ve always been working.”
“Never felt like going?”
“That isn’t the kind of place that’s fun alone.”
That entirely depended on the fun one was looking for. But Kenneth and Ty had found a different kind of fun together. “What do you think about coming with us this year?”
“Jaron wants all of us on a float.”
“Doesn’t sound appealing?”
Damien moved the dishes in the dishwasher around and made enough space for the last few. “Should it?”
“Does he want to promote the theater?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you ever been on a float before?” Kenneth had once at eighteen. He’d been a go-go boy dancing next to a pole and people had thrown weird and wonderful things his way and cheered. He’d been king of the world.
“It’s not even going to be a float. Just someone’s old car. From the thirties? Some of us will ride in it or on it and some will walk.”
“Which would you prefer?”
“Dressed as Deedee?” Damien dampened a towel. “Riding. Especially if it’s hot.”
“The parade will be in the morning. Then the party starts.”
“You’ve been?”
Every year. “Several times.”
“Is it the wild thing I’ve heard about?” Damien frowned. He scrubbed at the table.
“Parents with kids. Couples meeting friends. People selling stuff. Musicians. Ty likes to dance.”
“He does?” Damien looked up. “In his kilt?”
“Yeah. That bouncing dance. He finds something to stand on and we all watch to see if his kilt flips and shows us his goods.”
“Has it ever?” Damien glanced toward the hall.
“He wears the thicker kilt that doesn’t fly up as much, but he does draw a crowd.” Although Kenneth and Ty talked for the first time that New Year’s Eve night they went home together, their first Pride together wasn’t the first Pride he’d seen Ty dance.
One didn’t forget a performance like that.
Damien bit his lip. “If you guys are planning to go…”
“We’d like you to come with us.”
Damien rinsed the towel and looked back toward the hallway.
“Is Jaron offering the theater to change in? Being Deedee all afternoon…”
“No. I’d rather come home than do that.”
“If we could make sure you had a place to change, would you be willing to attend with us?”
Damien looked down. “You really want to go.”
“We really want to show you off.”
Damien sighed. “I guess.”
Kenneth hugged him. “We won’t ask you to stay if you aren’t having fun, but please take a chance with us.”
Damien cuddled closer. “I already am.”
Ty stepped into the doorway. “Get him convinced?”
Damien grinned. “Pretty much.”
“Plan B was me keeping you hot and hard until you’d promise me anything just to let you come.”
What did Ty have planned for tonight?
Damien glided over and stopped with an outstretched hand against Ty’s chest. He licked his lips. “Maybe I’ll pretend I haven’t agreed yet.”
He slipped past Ty.
Ty watched him go. “Can you believe he’s ours?”
“Damien is a treasure.”
“Our treasure.” Ty kissed Kenneth. “Finish up. I just had the greatest idea.”
All Ty’s ideas were great, especially in and about the bedroom.
“I’ll be right there.” Kenneth started the dishwasher, checked the doors and turned out the lights. He had work tomorrow, but time with his men was worth a few yawns at the office.
He hurried down the hall to get ready for bed and his men.