Trifecta: Labor Day, part three
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Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Labor Day, part three
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1.1 k
Summary: Ty enjoys Damien and reminds his married friends that they can enjoy each other
Masterlist
Ty parked in front of his house. The party must be over. Cars had filled the street when he left to drop Aunt Millie off with Tara. Aunt Millie had a backstage pass for the evening. Hopefully she wouldn’t get in anyone’s way.
No one was in the house. He opened the fridge and grabbed the beer he’s been putting off until he was done driving. Aunt Millie had wanted a car, but Tara insisted it would just get in the way. Probably true if they planned to spend all night downtown.
“Look who’s home.” Flannigan held up his beer. “Now the fun can begin.”
Ty dropped to the edge of the deck, close to the chairs out on the grass. “So the fun ended when I took off?”
“You wish.”
Damien sat next to Ty and leaned against him. Only a few more hours and they’d have the house to themselves.
“Kenneth is helping Madison and her husband take the tables and chairs back.”
They were back to only they’re own outdoor furniture. They had rented instead of borrowed to keep Chloe from feeling like she had to carry something. She was looking a little pale around the edges just sitting in the shade. He held up his bottle to her. “You feeling all right?”
She pressed her lips together between sips of ginger ale. “You guys.”
Flannigan took her hand. She shook him off. “I’m pregnant, not broken. Women through the centuries have carried babies. Hundreds in the city right now. Go bug them.”
Flannigan sighed. “Twins mean double the symptoms. Morning sickness all day long.”
Chloe glared at him.
“Not totally unusual.” Kenneth dropped a sleeve of crackers beside Chloe and moved a chair next to Ty’s feet. “Two of the women at work had that. One all nine months.”
“See.”
“I see, my queen.” Flannigan kissed her hand. “but those women aren’t my wife.”
Kenneth took off Ty’s sandals, gooped his hands with cocoa butter, and gave Ty a massage. So good.
Chloe pointed with her bottle. “I wouldn’t argue with a foot massage.”
“One foot massage coming up.” Flannigan leaned back for the jar and had her moaning in minutes.
Like Ty was, but although it felt lovely now, in a few moments it would be too much. Plus Ty wasn’t one to hold still. He removed his feet from
Kenneth’s lap. “What about Damien?”
Damien grinned. “Kenneth promised me one tonight.”
“But why not one now too?” He pulled Damien into his lap and spread his leg as he scooted back. Then he bumped Damien’s legs into
Kenneth’s lap and pulled off Damien’s tank top. “Pass up the cocoa butter.”
Kenneth might be better at massages, but any excuse was a good excuse to touch Damien.
Damien was even louder than Chloe.
“Sounds like he needs a pillow about now.” Flannigan chucked at his own pillow-biter joke. Chloe whacked him with her fan.
Damien’s face went red and he buried it in his bunched up shirt. Ty rubbed his cheek behind Damien’s ear. “Don’t be ashamed of how good you feel. I’m not.”
Damien turned in Ty’s arms and buried his face in Ty’s shoulder. Ty grinned at Kenneth and they both renewed their efforts. Damien came a moment later with his cock pressed against Ty’s thigh.
He took a deep breath, kissed Ty, and jumped up. “Thank you.”
He ran into the house.
Flannigan sighed. “How do you even do that?”
“What I wouldn’t give for a massage that good.” Chloe sighed and leaned back in her chair.
“Mine aren’t that bad.”
“You’ve never made me come from a simple massage.”
Flannigan grinned. “That depends on where the massage was.”
She flicked his arm. “A back rub. From a back rub.”
“Don’t forget the simultaneous foot rub.”
“Don’t forget the foot rub you’re supposed to be giving me.”
Flannigan sighed. “I think that needs to be put on hold until we get home.”
He stood up.
“Why?” She slipped on her shoes and stood.
“Because the doctor said orgasms are good for your uterus. Helps keep it strong. And if you’re willing to experiment…”
The pregnancy has so far upset them, scared them, and made Chloe sick. Flannigan and Chloe hadn’t done more than sleep beside each other in weeks.
Chloe rolled her eyes, but grinned. She picked up the cocoa butter jar. “You have until this is empty.”
Damien took the jar out of her hands and put an unopened one in. “It was over half gone.”
Chloe opened the jar and took a long sniff. “All right. This smells just as good.”
“Can’t be too careful.” Flannigan took the jar from her. “Everything seems to set her off these days. Our last bottle of shampoo was fine. Same brand, same kind, new bottle had her heaving.”
She flicked him. “Don’t ruin the mood.”
“Yes, dear.”
Ty stood up to walk them out. “It was great to see you. Thanks for coming.”
As if they didn’t see each other all the time.
“We had fun.” Chloe took Flannigan’s arm. “And well have more fun later if I get to drive home.”
Flannigan took the keys from his pocket and presented them to her. She laughed and crooked her finger at him. Ty left them to it.
Kenneth and Damien were putting the last of the outdoor furniture away. Home was theirs again.
Kenneth grinned. “That went better than I hoped.”
“Yeah.” Damien dumped the ice out of the cooler and left it on it’s side. “We didn’t even have to prompt them.”
Ty looked toward the side of the house. “That was planned.”
Damien draped himself against Ty’s back. He was hard again. “Not exactly. We just wanted them to decide they would rather be home.”
“And together.” Kenneth carried the last of the snacks inside. “It didn’t escape our notice that she stopped liking to be touched. I thought a foot massage would be nonthreatening.”
“I’m glad we picked up more cocoa butter.” Damien held the jar against his chest. “I have plans for this.”
“Do you now?” Ty leered at him.
Damien laughed, turned, and wiggled his ass. Then he sauntered toward the bedroom.
Kenneth nodded after him. “Why don’t you get him warmed up? I’ll join you in a bit.”
Ty captured Kenneth’s lips. “Don’t take too long.”
“I won’t. Damien had an idea and I want to see if we have all the ingredients.”
“Sounds like fun.” Ty kissed him again.
“I will be. Don’t make him wait.”
A trail of clothes led to the bedroom. And one of Ty’s treasure waited inside.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Labor Day, part three
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1.1 k
Summary: Ty enjoys Damien and reminds his married friends that they can enjoy each other
Masterlist
Ty parked in front of his house. The party must be over. Cars had filled the street when he left to drop Aunt Millie off with Tara. Aunt Millie had a backstage pass for the evening. Hopefully she wouldn’t get in anyone’s way.
No one was in the house. He opened the fridge and grabbed the beer he’s been putting off until he was done driving. Aunt Millie had wanted a car, but Tara insisted it would just get in the way. Probably true if they planned to spend all night downtown.
“Look who’s home.” Flannigan held up his beer. “Now the fun can begin.”
Ty dropped to the edge of the deck, close to the chairs out on the grass. “So the fun ended when I took off?”
“You wish.”
Damien sat next to Ty and leaned against him. Only a few more hours and they’d have the house to themselves.
“Kenneth is helping Madison and her husband take the tables and chairs back.”
They were back to only they’re own outdoor furniture. They had rented instead of borrowed to keep Chloe from feeling like she had to carry something. She was looking a little pale around the edges just sitting in the shade. He held up his bottle to her. “You feeling all right?”
She pressed her lips together between sips of ginger ale. “You guys.”
Flannigan took her hand. She shook him off. “I’m pregnant, not broken. Women through the centuries have carried babies. Hundreds in the city right now. Go bug them.”
Flannigan sighed. “Twins mean double the symptoms. Morning sickness all day long.”
Chloe glared at him.
“Not totally unusual.” Kenneth dropped a sleeve of crackers beside Chloe and moved a chair next to Ty’s feet. “Two of the women at work had that. One all nine months.”
“See.”
“I see, my queen.” Flannigan kissed her hand. “but those women aren’t my wife.”
Kenneth took off Ty’s sandals, gooped his hands with cocoa butter, and gave Ty a massage. So good.
Chloe pointed with her bottle. “I wouldn’t argue with a foot massage.”
“One foot massage coming up.” Flannigan leaned back for the jar and had her moaning in minutes.
Like Ty was, but although it felt lovely now, in a few moments it would be too much. Plus Ty wasn’t one to hold still. He removed his feet from
Kenneth’s lap. “What about Damien?”
Damien grinned. “Kenneth promised me one tonight.”
“But why not one now too?” He pulled Damien into his lap and spread his leg as he scooted back. Then he bumped Damien’s legs into
Kenneth’s lap and pulled off Damien’s tank top. “Pass up the cocoa butter.”
Kenneth might be better at massages, but any excuse was a good excuse to touch Damien.
Damien was even louder than Chloe.
“Sounds like he needs a pillow about now.” Flannigan chucked at his own pillow-biter joke. Chloe whacked him with her fan.
Damien’s face went red and he buried it in his bunched up shirt. Ty rubbed his cheek behind Damien’s ear. “Don’t be ashamed of how good you feel. I’m not.”
Damien turned in Ty’s arms and buried his face in Ty’s shoulder. Ty grinned at Kenneth and they both renewed their efforts. Damien came a moment later with his cock pressed against Ty’s thigh.
He took a deep breath, kissed Ty, and jumped up. “Thank you.”
He ran into the house.
Flannigan sighed. “How do you even do that?”
“What I wouldn’t give for a massage that good.” Chloe sighed and leaned back in her chair.
“Mine aren’t that bad.”
“You’ve never made me come from a simple massage.”
Flannigan grinned. “That depends on where the massage was.”
She flicked his arm. “A back rub. From a back rub.”
“Don’t forget the simultaneous foot rub.”
“Don’t forget the foot rub you’re supposed to be giving me.”
Flannigan sighed. “I think that needs to be put on hold until we get home.”
He stood up.
“Why?” She slipped on her shoes and stood.
“Because the doctor said orgasms are good for your uterus. Helps keep it strong. And if you’re willing to experiment…”
The pregnancy has so far upset them, scared them, and made Chloe sick. Flannigan and Chloe hadn’t done more than sleep beside each other in weeks.
Chloe rolled her eyes, but grinned. She picked up the cocoa butter jar. “You have until this is empty.”
Damien took the jar out of her hands and put an unopened one in. “It was over half gone.”
Chloe opened the jar and took a long sniff. “All right. This smells just as good.”
“Can’t be too careful.” Flannigan took the jar from her. “Everything seems to set her off these days. Our last bottle of shampoo was fine. Same brand, same kind, new bottle had her heaving.”
She flicked him. “Don’t ruin the mood.”
“Yes, dear.”
Ty stood up to walk them out. “It was great to see you. Thanks for coming.”
As if they didn’t see each other all the time.
“We had fun.” Chloe took Flannigan’s arm. “And well have more fun later if I get to drive home.”
Flannigan took the keys from his pocket and presented them to her. She laughed and crooked her finger at him. Ty left them to it.
Kenneth and Damien were putting the last of the outdoor furniture away. Home was theirs again.
Kenneth grinned. “That went better than I hoped.”
“Yeah.” Damien dumped the ice out of the cooler and left it on it’s side. “We didn’t even have to prompt them.”
Ty looked toward the side of the house. “That was planned.”
Damien draped himself against Ty’s back. He was hard again. “Not exactly. We just wanted them to decide they would rather be home.”
“And together.” Kenneth carried the last of the snacks inside. “It didn’t escape our notice that she stopped liking to be touched. I thought a foot massage would be nonthreatening.”
“I’m glad we picked up more cocoa butter.” Damien held the jar against his chest. “I have plans for this.”
“Do you now?” Ty leered at him.
Damien laughed, turned, and wiggled his ass. Then he sauntered toward the bedroom.
Kenneth nodded after him. “Why don’t you get him warmed up? I’ll join you in a bit.”
Ty captured Kenneth’s lips. “Don’t take too long.”
“I won’t. Damien had an idea and I want to see if we have all the ingredients.”
“Sounds like fun.” Ty kissed him again.
“I will be. Don’t make him wait.”
A trail of clothes led to the bedroom. And one of Ty’s treasure waited inside.