Trifecta: vacation, part 2
Why are my short stories never short? I am working on a prompt from onecrazycanuck (the pregnant kitty) and it's turned into more than a dozen handwritten pages and I'm not done yet.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Vacation, part two
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1.3 k
Summary: Kenneth can't win, but gets some
Kenneth walked back to the manor in the morning. He’d left Ty and Damien in bed. Now that Damien was with them, Kenneth didn’t feel guilty exploring new places on his own. Ty wouldn’t have to wake up alone. And Kenneth had managed to get Damien enthusiastic enough about a place that Ty agreed to come too. If it didn’t have to do with food or staging, Ty would rather rest.
The air was brisk and clean. Cottages sprung up at random internals along the road, keeping the view interesting. Today he could conquer the world.
The manor was about the size of the dorm Kenneth had lived in during college, but only three floors tall. Lots of interest little outbuildings clustered around it. One of these days he should take up drawing. Or take back up. To have the free time of a teenager again.
But the trade off wasn’t bad.
Aoife waved from an upper window and arrived in the driveway before he did. She grabbed his arm. A woman’s voice rose. Aoife dropped Kenneth’s arm and stepped away. “Thank you for coming, sir. This way.”
But she couldn’t keep the skip from her step.
Her father was caretaker of the manor. On the day of the tour, he’d been in an old fashioned suit, but today he looked ready to pull stumps or haul dirt. He took off his cap. “My Aoife said something about her being an actress now.”
Kenneth held up a hand. “One of the men I’m vacationing with,” no need to go into detail with strangers, “is an actor and we’ve been helping him rehearse for his play.”
“Cinderella!”
Aoife’s father sent her a quelling look. She didn’t quell. He sighed and turned back to Kenneth. “This isn’t one of those…”
He waved his hand vaguely.
“We were lucky enough to have her come along as he was rehearsing. I was having to play Cinderella.”
Aoife laughed.
“So Aoife won’t…” He squeezed his hat.
“I’m not an actor. And she saved me. She only asked that we put on a play once here for you all to see.”
Her father scratched his head and put his cap back on. “I don’t see why not. If that’s all it’s going to be.”
“Our flight leaves Saturday, so Thursday or Friday? Is that too soon?”
Thursday was tomorrow. Their vacation was half over. But very much enjoyed.
Aoife ran into the manor to talk to her mother. She said family would want to come. And what about costumes.
“We don’t need costumes. Everyone will be holding a script.”
“But that’s no reason not to do it right.”
Aoife must have gotten her enthusiasm from her mother. An apron was found to cover Aoife’s dress for Cinderella-in-rags, while she knew just the shawl to tie around Aoife’s waist for the fancy dress ball.
Kenneth couldn’t win this one. Maybe Ty could deal with it.
He left them to their planning-the parlor was picked for the stage because it was being cleaned top to bottom anyway so all the furniture had been removed-waved bye to Aoife’s father and headed back to the cottage.
His men were up. They had breakfast in the village, then Ty ran up to the manor to keep the little rehearsal from turning into an extravaganza. Kenneth took Damien picnicking on the rolling hills.
Damien lay back on the blanket, his stomach peeking out from under his shirt. “I guess I should get out more. We’ll only be here for two more days.”
He rolled to his side and his shirt hiked up further. “I should see the sights like you do.”
Kenneth grinned. “I like to do things on vacation that I can’t do at home. Much as I love you two, I can have sex with you anywhere.”
“Anywhere.” Damien rolled onto his back and rubbed his belly and chest, pushing his shirt up and his waistband down. He looked at Kenneth with heavy eyes. “Here for instance?”
He undid his shirt buttons starting at the bottom. Kenneth got up on his knees to watch.
“If,” Damien unfastened his jeans button, “the no ass rule unless were all together doesn’t apply this week, does it not apply for any of us?”
He was so beautiful, so needy, so determined. Would Ty forgive him if he took this opportunity?
Damien tugged on Kenneth’s waistband, pulling him forward. “I know it’s Ty’s birthday present and all.” He sat up and unbuttoned Kenneth’s shirt. “But it’s been so long since I’ve been inside you.”
Kenneth was too hard to think. Damien unfasten Kenneth’s pants and stuck an hand in. Ty would just have to live with it. But…
“I didn’t bring any…”
Damien slipped lube and two condoms out of his pocket. “I was hoping.”
“Please.” Kenneth gave him everything, more than Damien asked.
They lay panting and watched the clouds roll by. But the sun beat down too. “Much as I love being naked with you.” Kenneth pulled his clothes into some semblance of order. “I’d hate to have to explain the sunburns.”
He lay his hand over Damien’s groin. Damien groaned and covered up-his lower half. “I love you, you know.”
“I do.”
“I have sex with Ty much more often than with you.”
“True, but I still feel loved.”
“Good.” Damien cuddled against him. “It’s not like I’m not thinking about you.”
Kenneth kissed his head. “I know.”
“Or that I love Ty more. He is really handsome, but when it’s all him and no you… I’m missing something.”
Kenneth ran his hand down Damien’s bare side. “I’m glad you feel that way.”
“Sometimes, when you leave us together, I feel like you don’t want me.”
Where had he got that idea? “That’s not it at all.”
“And then you touch me, or grin, or whisper my name in your sleep and I’m happy again.” He cuddled closer.
“If I’m not showing my love, tell me.” Damien should never be upset or lonely again.
“You do.” Damien sighed. “Just not like Ty does.”
Kenneth laughed. “If I tried to keep up with Ty in bed, I wouldn’t have energy for anything else.”
Damien bit his lip. “You aren’t slowing down, are you?”
“No.” Kenneth’s doctor had given him a clean bill of health at his last physical. “If you’ll believe it, we hadn’t had sex in over a week the night we met you.”
Damien sat up. “A week!”
“We’ve gone as long as twenty-seven days once and the sex that ended that work induced celibacy was a two minute quickie that tided us both over for two more weeks.”
“No.”
Kenneth grinned. “Sometimes we’d go for days not seeing each other: I’d get ready for work while he sleep. He’d be at work when I got home. I’d make dinner and put his plate in the fridge and he’d get home after I was asleep. Then on our few days off, we’d see friends or watch movies or veg out online depending on how exhausted we were. You changed our relationship. For the better.”
“But you love him.”
“I do. He’s a part of me wherever I go, whatever I do.”
“And if I hadn’t come along?”
Kenneth shrugged. “We would still be together. Maybe having sex every day, maybe not. But I know I wouldn’t have had quite so much fun on this hill today.”
Damien grinned and cuddled back beside him. “Touch me some more before we go back.”
Gentle caresses and soft kisses became more. Ty wouldn’t expect them back before dinner time anyway.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Vacation, part two
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1.3 k
Summary: Kenneth can't win, but gets some
Kenneth walked back to the manor in the morning. He’d left Ty and Damien in bed. Now that Damien was with them, Kenneth didn’t feel guilty exploring new places on his own. Ty wouldn’t have to wake up alone. And Kenneth had managed to get Damien enthusiastic enough about a place that Ty agreed to come too. If it didn’t have to do with food or staging, Ty would rather rest.
The air was brisk and clean. Cottages sprung up at random internals along the road, keeping the view interesting. Today he could conquer the world.
The manor was about the size of the dorm Kenneth had lived in during college, but only three floors tall. Lots of interest little outbuildings clustered around it. One of these days he should take up drawing. Or take back up. To have the free time of a teenager again.
But the trade off wasn’t bad.
Aoife waved from an upper window and arrived in the driveway before he did. She grabbed his arm. A woman’s voice rose. Aoife dropped Kenneth’s arm and stepped away. “Thank you for coming, sir. This way.”
But she couldn’t keep the skip from her step.
Her father was caretaker of the manor. On the day of the tour, he’d been in an old fashioned suit, but today he looked ready to pull stumps or haul dirt. He took off his cap. “My Aoife said something about her being an actress now.”
Kenneth held up a hand. “One of the men I’m vacationing with,” no need to go into detail with strangers, “is an actor and we’ve been helping him rehearse for his play.”
“Cinderella!”
Aoife’s father sent her a quelling look. She didn’t quell. He sighed and turned back to Kenneth. “This isn’t one of those…”
He waved his hand vaguely.
“We were lucky enough to have her come along as he was rehearsing. I was having to play Cinderella.”
Aoife laughed.
“So Aoife won’t…” He squeezed his hat.
“I’m not an actor. And she saved me. She only asked that we put on a play once here for you all to see.”
Her father scratched his head and put his cap back on. “I don’t see why not. If that’s all it’s going to be.”
“Our flight leaves Saturday, so Thursday or Friday? Is that too soon?”
Thursday was tomorrow. Their vacation was half over. But very much enjoyed.
Aoife ran into the manor to talk to her mother. She said family would want to come. And what about costumes.
“We don’t need costumes. Everyone will be holding a script.”
“But that’s no reason not to do it right.”
Aoife must have gotten her enthusiasm from her mother. An apron was found to cover Aoife’s dress for Cinderella-in-rags, while she knew just the shawl to tie around Aoife’s waist for the fancy dress ball.
Kenneth couldn’t win this one. Maybe Ty could deal with it.
He left them to their planning-the parlor was picked for the stage because it was being cleaned top to bottom anyway so all the furniture had been removed-waved bye to Aoife’s father and headed back to the cottage.
His men were up. They had breakfast in the village, then Ty ran up to the manor to keep the little rehearsal from turning into an extravaganza. Kenneth took Damien picnicking on the rolling hills.
Damien lay back on the blanket, his stomach peeking out from under his shirt. “I guess I should get out more. We’ll only be here for two more days.”
He rolled to his side and his shirt hiked up further. “I should see the sights like you do.”
Kenneth grinned. “I like to do things on vacation that I can’t do at home. Much as I love you two, I can have sex with you anywhere.”
“Anywhere.” Damien rolled onto his back and rubbed his belly and chest, pushing his shirt up and his waistband down. He looked at Kenneth with heavy eyes. “Here for instance?”
He undid his shirt buttons starting at the bottom. Kenneth got up on his knees to watch.
“If,” Damien unfastened his jeans button, “the no ass rule unless were all together doesn’t apply this week, does it not apply for any of us?”
He was so beautiful, so needy, so determined. Would Ty forgive him if he took this opportunity?
Damien tugged on Kenneth’s waistband, pulling him forward. “I know it’s Ty’s birthday present and all.” He sat up and unbuttoned Kenneth’s shirt. “But it’s been so long since I’ve been inside you.”
Kenneth was too hard to think. Damien unfasten Kenneth’s pants and stuck an hand in. Ty would just have to live with it. But…
“I didn’t bring any…”
Damien slipped lube and two condoms out of his pocket. “I was hoping.”
“Please.” Kenneth gave him everything, more than Damien asked.
They lay panting and watched the clouds roll by. But the sun beat down too. “Much as I love being naked with you.” Kenneth pulled his clothes into some semblance of order. “I’d hate to have to explain the sunburns.”
He lay his hand over Damien’s groin. Damien groaned and covered up-his lower half. “I love you, you know.”
“I do.”
“I have sex with Ty much more often than with you.”
“True, but I still feel loved.”
“Good.” Damien cuddled against him. “It’s not like I’m not thinking about you.”
Kenneth kissed his head. “I know.”
“Or that I love Ty more. He is really handsome, but when it’s all him and no you… I’m missing something.”
Kenneth ran his hand down Damien’s bare side. “I’m glad you feel that way.”
“Sometimes, when you leave us together, I feel like you don’t want me.”
Where had he got that idea? “That’s not it at all.”
“And then you touch me, or grin, or whisper my name in your sleep and I’m happy again.” He cuddled closer.
“If I’m not showing my love, tell me.” Damien should never be upset or lonely again.
“You do.” Damien sighed. “Just not like Ty does.”
Kenneth laughed. “If I tried to keep up with Ty in bed, I wouldn’t have energy for anything else.”
Damien bit his lip. “You aren’t slowing down, are you?”
“No.” Kenneth’s doctor had given him a clean bill of health at his last physical. “If you’ll believe it, we hadn’t had sex in over a week the night we met you.”
Damien sat up. “A week!”
“We’ve gone as long as twenty-seven days once and the sex that ended that work induced celibacy was a two minute quickie that tided us both over for two more weeks.”
“No.”
Kenneth grinned. “Sometimes we’d go for days not seeing each other: I’d get ready for work while he sleep. He’d be at work when I got home. I’d make dinner and put his plate in the fridge and he’d get home after I was asleep. Then on our few days off, we’d see friends or watch movies or veg out online depending on how exhausted we were. You changed our relationship. For the better.”
“But you love him.”
“I do. He’s a part of me wherever I go, whatever I do.”
“And if I hadn’t come along?”
Kenneth shrugged. “We would still be together. Maybe having sex every day, maybe not. But I know I wouldn’t have had quite so much fun on this hill today.”
Damien grinned and cuddled back beside him. “Touch me some more before we go back.”
Gentle caresses and soft kisses became more. Ty wouldn’t expect them back before dinner time anyway.