Trifecta: Vacation, part 3
The wind changed Friday night and by Saturday noon the air was so thick I couldn't see the far side of the parking lot at work (it's not a super large parking lot). On Sunday the air wasn't as thick, but still soupy. On Monday the clouds were really clouds and this morning the sky is blue again. But my throat still feels scratchy when I'm outside. We need some rain to clear the air. Maybe next month.
I have some time this morning alone to write (kids are in their rooms and I have a day off), so I didn't want to edit because I can do that with people talking around me, so I went back to look at Trifecta, which I've sadly neglected and found that I've had several chapter parts written and just sitting here since April. You'll need to reread parts One and Two for this to make sense.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Vacation, part three
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1.3 k
Summary: Damien picks a fight
Damien thanked everyone for their help. Aoife made a perfectly decent Cinderella. One of her cousins insisted on being a stepsister; Damien gave her the straight mean on and worked his magic on Stepsister Number Two, who was so conniving in her meanness that she came off as the heroine of the story, at least in her own mind.
Ty was the stepmother, but Aoife’s grandmother played the part of the fairy godmother. She cackled beautiful. It was hard to tell if she was good or evil. Jaron should really add that to the role.
Aoife’s younger brother lost it when he realized he wasn’t going to play the prince, so he got to be footman, which suited him fine, while an older boy played the prince. From the look of things Aoife’s father didn’t have to worry about her running off to be an actress. Maybe a very young bride.
The costumes were sparse, but perfect really. The audience, the rest of the family and some other locals, laughed at all the right parts. Kenneth recored the whole thing on his phone. Jaron would want a copy.
Aoife’s mother and aunts insisted on feeding them before letting them go. The food was good, but his men’s hands on him would be better.
Only would he get hands on him?
He laughed and joked with his audience. And tried to get everyone to recite their favorite line. Many were ones he’d said. He’d show Jaron just how comfortable he was playing the scheming roles. Toads and Diamonds, here he comes.
But finally time came to go home. Back to the cottage.
Ty drove. Damien wanted to sit in the back with Kenneth and start the foreplay, but Ty wasn’t talking to Kenneth right now and Damien didn’t want to make things worse.
He’d already ruined things. How come-
He bit down on the thought least it escape. Plenty of time to argue when no one was at the wheel of a car that drove down the wrong side of the road. At least no one had expected him to drive here.
He hopped out of the car as soon as it stopped. The innkeeper was already partway to their door. “I heard you were up at the manor. Did you have a good time?”
Kenneth stopped to talk to her. So much for hashing out Ty problem and getting to the making up part.
Damien flung himself on the bed. If his men wouldn’t help him, he was going to have to get off alone.
Ty stopped in the doorway. “Why doesn’t he just blow her off and come in?”
Was was he even asking? Kenneth never blew anyone off. Everyone was important in his book. Even Damien. “Maybe he isn’t ready to be shunned again.”
“I didn’t shun him.”
Damien sat up. “What was it then?”
“I just…”
“Just what?”
Ty turned away. “Nothing.”
“Nothing? You stopped our game last night for nothing? You knew I’d been with him. Why’d you wait to get mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Then what is this? Sulking?”
“I’m not sulking?”
“That thing in the car wasn’t sulking?”
“No.”
“What was it then?”
“I’m…”
“You’re what?” Ty pacing like that was making Damien dizzy.
Kenneth stepped into the cottage and locked the door. He smiled in at Damien, which must mean he couldn’t see Ty’s face.
“Why was what I did with Kenneth so wrong?”
Ty shook his head. “Nothing you did was wrong.”
“All Kenneth did was what I asked. So what did we do that was wrong?”
Ty turned away. They were never getting anywhere. One more day and he’d be traveling thousands of miles with this guy. They had to hash this out now. Or he’d go crazy.
“You’re angry that Kenneth and I had sex, like you and I did a hundred times since we got here. I’m not allowed to love Kenneth too? I thought we were over that.”
“That’s not it at all!”
“Then what is?”
Kenneth slipped out of his shoes and unbuttoned his cuffs. “Was it because I couldn’t get super hard for your Pirate game?”
Last night he’d said he needed eight hours after bottoming before he could top again. Damien hadn’t noticed before, but Kenneth always topped before he bottomed if he was doing both in one night.
Was that because he was almost forty? Would Damien get that way too? Or was it just how Kenneth was? Damien could live without that little difficulty.
“Damien and I could have postponed.”
“No.” Ty was so annoying.
“No to the postponing, or no for us enjoying each other without you?”
Ty paced to the bed and grabbed a pillow. Kenneth leaned against a dresser. Damien wanted held. He wanted arms around him. He wanted to be loved. “Do you love me?”
“Yes!” Ty frowned.
“Then act like it!” Damien stomped into the bathroom. He took a super long shower, dried off thoroughly, and marched back into the bedroom in just a towel.
Ty was leaning against a wall, the pillow against his chest. “I’m sorry.”
“Well, we aren’t you little puppets. We aren’t in the play of your life. You can’t pull our strings and expect us to be anything but angry.”
“Damien.” Kenneth lifted a hand. Damien sat beside him on the bed. Kenneth’s hand was warm in his. “I think we got this figured out.”
“But not resolved or you two would in bed waiting for me.”
Kenneth grinned.
Ty cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. I just…”
Damien bit back a ‘just what’.
“He… believes that when you and I are together, I top. That he tops me and you and I top you. He’s a top, I’m versatile, you’re a bottom.”
Damien leaned on Kenneth and looked Ty’s way. “But I’ve topped you before.”
Ty bit his lip. “It was good.”
“He had this idea in his mind and when we deviated,” Kenneth spread his hands. “He got upset.”
“That’s a pretty black and white view of the world.”
Ty looked away.
“I prefer the world in color.”
Ty nodded, but didn’t look at him.
Damien got up. His towel fell off. He wouldn’t need it anyway.
“I love you.” He ducked under Ty’s arms and slid up his chest. “You should hug me instead of the pillow.”
Ty sighed. “I’m being unreasonable.”
“Yes.” Damien slid his hands under Ty’s shirt. “But that doesn’t stop you from being hot.”
He gave Ty’s nipples a tweak.
Ty held him tighter. “I upset you.”
“You did. And now your going to make it up to me by making me come until I forget my name.”
“I’ll whisper it in his ear, so it takes him longer to forget. Then it’s my turn.” Kenneth had most of his clothes off and the clovers pulled back.
Ty nodded. “For him.”
“You, you silly dolt.” Damien pulled Ty to the bed. “When was the last time you had just him?”
Ty bit his lip. Damien pushed him onto the bed and kept his mouth too busy for self-torture. Kenneth joined in the fun. Damien got all his aggressive horniness out then pushed Ty onto Kenneth. They were really very sexy together. And they were his.
Damien tried not to touch himself while he watched. He was going to hold off coming for a long as he could, even if it killed him. But when he was as high as he’d ever been, his men pulled him close and washed his ache away.
I have some time this morning alone to write (kids are in their rooms and I have a day off), so I didn't want to edit because I can do that with people talking around me, so I went back to look at Trifecta, which I've sadly neglected and found that I've had several chapter parts written and just sitting here since April. You'll need to reread parts One and Two for this to make sense.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Vacation, part three
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1.3 k
Summary: Damien picks a fight
Damien thanked everyone for their help. Aoife made a perfectly decent Cinderella. One of her cousins insisted on being a stepsister; Damien gave her the straight mean on and worked his magic on Stepsister Number Two, who was so conniving in her meanness that she came off as the heroine of the story, at least in her own mind.
Ty was the stepmother, but Aoife’s grandmother played the part of the fairy godmother. She cackled beautiful. It was hard to tell if she was good or evil. Jaron should really add that to the role.
Aoife’s younger brother lost it when he realized he wasn’t going to play the prince, so he got to be footman, which suited him fine, while an older boy played the prince. From the look of things Aoife’s father didn’t have to worry about her running off to be an actress. Maybe a very young bride.
The costumes were sparse, but perfect really. The audience, the rest of the family and some other locals, laughed at all the right parts. Kenneth recored the whole thing on his phone. Jaron would want a copy.
Aoife’s mother and aunts insisted on feeding them before letting them go. The food was good, but his men’s hands on him would be better.
Only would he get hands on him?
He laughed and joked with his audience. And tried to get everyone to recite their favorite line. Many were ones he’d said. He’d show Jaron just how comfortable he was playing the scheming roles. Toads and Diamonds, here he comes.
But finally time came to go home. Back to the cottage.
Ty drove. Damien wanted to sit in the back with Kenneth and start the foreplay, but Ty wasn’t talking to Kenneth right now and Damien didn’t want to make things worse.
He’d already ruined things. How come-
He bit down on the thought least it escape. Plenty of time to argue when no one was at the wheel of a car that drove down the wrong side of the road. At least no one had expected him to drive here.
He hopped out of the car as soon as it stopped. The innkeeper was already partway to their door. “I heard you were up at the manor. Did you have a good time?”
Kenneth stopped to talk to her. So much for hashing out Ty problem and getting to the making up part.
Damien flung himself on the bed. If his men wouldn’t help him, he was going to have to get off alone.
Ty stopped in the doorway. “Why doesn’t he just blow her off and come in?”
Was was he even asking? Kenneth never blew anyone off. Everyone was important in his book. Even Damien. “Maybe he isn’t ready to be shunned again.”
“I didn’t shun him.”
Damien sat up. “What was it then?”
“I just…”
“Just what?”
Ty turned away. “Nothing.”
“Nothing? You stopped our game last night for nothing? You knew I’d been with him. Why’d you wait to get mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Then what is this? Sulking?”
“I’m not sulking?”
“That thing in the car wasn’t sulking?”
“No.”
“What was it then?”
“I’m…”
“You’re what?” Ty pacing like that was making Damien dizzy.
Kenneth stepped into the cottage and locked the door. He smiled in at Damien, which must mean he couldn’t see Ty’s face.
“Why was what I did with Kenneth so wrong?”
Ty shook his head. “Nothing you did was wrong.”
“All Kenneth did was what I asked. So what did we do that was wrong?”
Ty turned away. They were never getting anywhere. One more day and he’d be traveling thousands of miles with this guy. They had to hash this out now. Or he’d go crazy.
“You’re angry that Kenneth and I had sex, like you and I did a hundred times since we got here. I’m not allowed to love Kenneth too? I thought we were over that.”
“That’s not it at all!”
“Then what is?”
Kenneth slipped out of his shoes and unbuttoned his cuffs. “Was it because I couldn’t get super hard for your Pirate game?”
Last night he’d said he needed eight hours after bottoming before he could top again. Damien hadn’t noticed before, but Kenneth always topped before he bottomed if he was doing both in one night.
Was that because he was almost forty? Would Damien get that way too? Or was it just how Kenneth was? Damien could live without that little difficulty.
“Damien and I could have postponed.”
“No.” Ty was so annoying.
“No to the postponing, or no for us enjoying each other without you?”
Ty paced to the bed and grabbed a pillow. Kenneth leaned against a dresser. Damien wanted held. He wanted arms around him. He wanted to be loved. “Do you love me?”
“Yes!” Ty frowned.
“Then act like it!” Damien stomped into the bathroom. He took a super long shower, dried off thoroughly, and marched back into the bedroom in just a towel.
Ty was leaning against a wall, the pillow against his chest. “I’m sorry.”
“Well, we aren’t you little puppets. We aren’t in the play of your life. You can’t pull our strings and expect us to be anything but angry.”
“Damien.” Kenneth lifted a hand. Damien sat beside him on the bed. Kenneth’s hand was warm in his. “I think we got this figured out.”
“But not resolved or you two would in bed waiting for me.”
Kenneth grinned.
Ty cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. I just…”
Damien bit back a ‘just what’.
“He… believes that when you and I are together, I top. That he tops me and you and I top you. He’s a top, I’m versatile, you’re a bottom.”
Damien leaned on Kenneth and looked Ty’s way. “But I’ve topped you before.”
Ty bit his lip. “It was good.”
“He had this idea in his mind and when we deviated,” Kenneth spread his hands. “He got upset.”
“That’s a pretty black and white view of the world.”
Ty looked away.
“I prefer the world in color.”
Ty nodded, but didn’t look at him.
Damien got up. His towel fell off. He wouldn’t need it anyway.
“I love you.” He ducked under Ty’s arms and slid up his chest. “You should hug me instead of the pillow.”
Ty sighed. “I’m being unreasonable.”
“Yes.” Damien slid his hands under Ty’s shirt. “But that doesn’t stop you from being hot.”
He gave Ty’s nipples a tweak.
Ty held him tighter. “I upset you.”
“You did. And now your going to make it up to me by making me come until I forget my name.”
“I’ll whisper it in his ear, so it takes him longer to forget. Then it’s my turn.” Kenneth had most of his clothes off and the clovers pulled back.
Ty nodded. “For him.”
“You, you silly dolt.” Damien pulled Ty to the bed. “When was the last time you had just him?”
Ty bit his lip. Damien pushed him onto the bed and kept his mouth too busy for self-torture. Kenneth joined in the fun. Damien got all his aggressive horniness out then pushed Ty onto Kenneth. They were really very sexy together. And they were his.
Damien tried not to touch himself while he watched. He was going to hold off coming for a long as he could, even if it killed him. But when he was as high as he’d ever been, his men pulled him close and washed his ache away.