Wyatt entered the main foyer of the sprawling mansion. The massive windows covering the front of the home looked out at the expansive lake, bright sunlight cascading through the perfectly clean glass.
The impossible beauty of the view was disrupted by the men arguing at the base of a frighteningly tall ladder.
"All right, twins, what's the problem now?" Cain strolled lazily up and crossed his arms over his chest to stare at his pair of lovers.
Ambrose glared at him, his face flushed. "I do wish you would stop referring to us as 'the twins,'" he rolled his eyes. "And I am trying to explain to Glitch here that he needs to be the one to go up and hang the lights on the balustrade. I don't trust him to keep the ladder steady if I do it."
Wyatt saw Glitch out of the corner of his eye, the way his head dropped with embarrassment. "Ambrose, why don't you go make sure the chef has the menu right? I'd hate for Azkadellia to die on her wedding day because someone forgot she's allergic to lemons. We'll handle the lights."
With a final, stilted huff, Ambrose turned on his heel and stormed off toward the kitchen.
"Don't take him too seriously, Glitch," Cain said softly after Ambrose was out of earshot. He pulled Glitch into his arms and held him quietly until the rigid body relaxed against him. "This whole thing with his...your...cousin getting married to Azkadellia has him stressed. He still loves you."
Glitch sighed and rested his chin on Cain's shoulder. "I know he does and I find the whole affair disconcerting as well. But he knows I'm just as afraid of heights as he is."
"That's not what's got you upset, is it?" Wyatt asked knowingly, relaxing his hold but keeping his hands splayed across Glitch's back.
"He refuses to trust me," Glitch muttered, his forehead dropping down to press against the shoulder.
"Glitch, do you think he trusts me?"
Frowning, Glitch nodded slightly. "Of course he does, who wouldn't?"
"Sweetheart, you have to have noticed by now how he pulls away from everyone, even the two of us," Cain slid a hand up and stroked the back of Glitch's neck with his fingers. "He can't bring himself to trust anyone yet, it's too soon. The fact that he's managed to let the both of us into his personal space as much as he has is amazing in itself."
Raising his head, Glitch's expression was intense as he looked at Wyatt. "I guess I hadn't noticed. He...I...well, Ambrose was always shy and kept to himself, before. Now that he's here again, I just figured he was back to normal."
"I think it's more than that," Cain gave a final squeeze to Glitch's neck before pulling away. "We just need to give him time. After all of this is over and the wedding is behind us, the three of us can sit down and talk."
"You hate talking," Glitch snorted, following Cain to the base of the ladder.
"I'll do anything to keep my twins happy," Wyatt grinned and picked up the string of white lights. "Hold the ladder steady for me."
Glitch returned his grin and nodded sharply. He didn't need to thank the other man for trusting him.
The impossible beauty of the view was disrupted by the men arguing at the base of a frighteningly tall ladder.
"All right, twins, what's the problem now?" Cain strolled lazily up and crossed his arms over his chest to stare at his pair of lovers.
Ambrose glared at him, his face flushed. "I do wish you would stop referring to us as 'the twins,'" he rolled his eyes. "And I am trying to explain to Glitch here that he needs to be the one to go up and hang the lights on the balustrade. I don't trust him to keep the ladder steady if I do it."
Wyatt saw Glitch out of the corner of his eye, the way his head dropped with embarrassment. "Ambrose, why don't you go make sure the chef has the menu right? I'd hate for Azkadellia to die on her wedding day because someone forgot she's allergic to lemons. We'll handle the lights."
With a final, stilted huff, Ambrose turned on his heel and stormed off toward the kitchen.
"Don't take him too seriously, Glitch," Cain said softly after Ambrose was out of earshot. He pulled Glitch into his arms and held him quietly until the rigid body relaxed against him. "This whole thing with his...your...cousin getting married to Azkadellia has him stressed. He still loves you."
Glitch sighed and rested his chin on Cain's shoulder. "I know he does and I find the whole affair disconcerting as well. But he knows I'm just as afraid of heights as he is."
"That's not what's got you upset, is it?" Wyatt asked knowingly, relaxing his hold but keeping his hands splayed across Glitch's back.
"He refuses to trust me," Glitch muttered, his forehead dropping down to press against the shoulder.
"Glitch, do you think he trusts me?"
Frowning, Glitch nodded slightly. "Of course he does, who wouldn't?"
"Sweetheart, you have to have noticed by now how he pulls away from everyone, even the two of us," Cain slid a hand up and stroked the back of Glitch's neck with his fingers. "He can't bring himself to trust anyone yet, it's too soon. The fact that he's managed to let the both of us into his personal space as much as he has is amazing in itself."
Raising his head, Glitch's expression was intense as he looked at Wyatt. "I guess I hadn't noticed. He...I...well, Ambrose was always shy and kept to himself, before. Now that he's here again, I just figured he was back to normal."
"I think it's more than that," Cain gave a final squeeze to Glitch's neck before pulling away. "We just need to give him time. After all of this is over and the wedding is behind us, the three of us can sit down and talk."
"You hate talking," Glitch snorted, following Cain to the base of the ladder.
"I'll do anything to keep my twins happy," Wyatt grinned and picked up the string of white lights. "Hold the ladder steady for me."
Glitch returned his grin and nodded sharply. He didn't need to thank the other man for trusting him.
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