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frogs_of_warI spent the day writing (and finishing!) the second part of Claimed. I'm in the weird part of this cold, where I can breath and I'm no longer hacking up lungs (although the cartilage on my ribs is still inflamed, so it hurts to breath) and I don't feel all that bad any more, but I get dizzy when I stand up for too long. I have an eight hour shift tomorrow. I'll just have to see how that goes.
Title: Completely Different
Series: A Balance of Harmonies (Three)
Status: Chapter one hundred thirteen of maybe 150
Genre: m/m romance, drama, city life, businessmen
Rating: R
Content: breakfast, investigating, plans, cleaning, joy, disappointment, comfort, annoyance, conflicting ideas, a night in, temptation, goodbye, perfection
Length: about 1,300 words
Summary: Peregrine has plans. Emil is loved. And Kurt’s dream comes true.
Master list
Kurt sat at the table with a sigh. The new shower had been a complete success. It even had a place he could rest up after they got hot and heavy where water didn’t land on his face. His men had thought of everything. Peregrine poured a mug of coffee and lifted it in Kurt’s direction before pouring one for himself. Kurt got up to mix cream and sugar into his coffee. Emil set a plate of pancakes beside him. “You’re first, since you have work today.”
Kurt stole a kiss on the way out of the kitchen and then sat in the chair with the best view of Emil’s back side as he worked at the stove. Emil was wearing Kurt’s shirt from yesterday and an apron, but Kurt couldn’t quite tell if he had anything under it. He’d have to go investigate before he left for work.
--
Peregrine turned around in his new studio. This might just be perfect. He wouldn’t know until he had all his stuff in it. His stuff was still at Keith’s, but Kurt had walked to work. Peregrine could get the majority of the stuff moved before Mike came over to help. Maybe Mike wouldn’t spy too much since he’d explored the other day. There wasn’t really more to see.
Their walk in closet was still a room with a carpet and blank walls. Experts in closet installation would be by next week. That appointment had been scheduled before the foreman had offered them the accelerated kitchen finish date. Peregrine didn’t mind living out of boxes until then.
The workers were taking three days off after their nine days straight, which Peregrine was thankful for. He wanted a few days alone in his new house. The condo did really feel life a completely different place even if it was in the same space as the last one. Their old bedroom and the guest room felt out of place. The rooms used to fit in perfectly. Maybe once the rest of the house was done, Peregrine could paint a mural or maybe give the guest room walls a bright color, so the distinction was not so jarring.
He’d think on it. Right now he wanted to clean every shelf and cubby and drawer in his studio to get it ready to receive his stuff.
--
Emil bit down his smile. He was too happy to get anything done. His room was next to be redone. A board lay across the living room floor until the stone flooring of his room was compete so the wood would line up perfectly. The new door would be wider. Once everything was done, he’d invite his family over for a night of dancing. Willow and Liam would appreciate the romantic nooks among the flowers. Maybe if it was pretty enough, Peregrine would paint Emil in it. Emil could hope.
--
Kurt got to his front door at the same time Mike pushed his trolley out. Mike grinned. “All done. But your place still needs work. Are you sure you should be living in it?”
“We’ll survive.” Peregrine pressed a hand against Mike’s back and got him moving again. “Mike’s taking us out to dinner. Emil knows where. We’ll meet you there.”
Kurt stepped inside his new house and walked around to the kitchen. Emil leaned against the counter, frowning. Kurt set down his briefcase and gathered Emil in his arms. “What’s wrong, my love?”
Emil leaned against him. “I wanted to make dinner for us tonight.”
“I wanted to eat the dinner you made. Mike?”
Emil nodded. “Peregrine was losing it and this was the best way to get Mike to leave.”
“We’ll have other nights.”
“But they won’t be the first night you come home to me in our new place.”
“I come home to you every night.” And Kurt kissed Emil until he forgot he had anywhere else to be. Kurt hoped Peregrine didn’t mind that they were going to be late.
--
Peregrine sighed. He really should have planned some place to be now that the workmen were back. The three days of peace had been terrific. How long until they left and never came back? Too long.
The sliding door to his studio didn’t keep out the noise and it definitely didn’t out the dust even though he’d shoved rags under it. He couldn’t paint. He couldn’t even think. Maybe Andre wouldn’t mind if he came by for an extra day this week.
--
Emil looked down at the blueprint for his conservatory. The foreman pointed to a rectangle. “If we put the Jacuzzi here, you’d get a better view out the window.”
That might be true, but when he was in the Jacuzzi, Emil would only notice the view across from him. And he wasn’t sure he wanted viewed from outside. “I’m more concerned about the plants around it. I want a jungle affect.”
The foreman shook his head. The foreman’s nephew peeked around the corner and then disappeared. He was a sweet kid. Now that the whole crew was working on just one room, Tom probably wouldn’t get the chance to ask Emil to sign anything else. That would be a shame.
--
Kurt tried the front door. It was locked. That must mean the construction crew had gone home for the day. If they left early enough, the dust would have settled out of the air and could be removed before it affected the taste of dinner. Kurt had bought Peregrine an air filtration system for his studio, but it wasn’t big enough to do the whole house and Emil had balked at the idea of spending all that money for a problem that would go way in a few days.
Emil wasn’t in the kitchen. The room that would be Emil conservatory was totally gutted and something had been poured into the cavity under where the floor would be. That was probably the thing that would keep their Jacuzzi from dripping on their downstairs neighbors if it sprang a leak. The room probably couldn’t be worked in until that dried.
No one was in the living room or out on the balcony. Kurt dropped his briefcase off in his office and then opened the bedroom door.
The double doors between the bedroom and Peregrine’s studio were rolled wide open. Emil lay across several kitchen chairs wearing that black kimono he’d worn on Halloween. Kurt was now hungry for more than food. Emil grinned and gave him a tiny wave. Peregrine didn’t turn from his canvas. “I called for takeout. I ordered you steak because I want you red blooded. You’ll go get it in a half hour. Then we’ll eat. Then I’ll finish this painting. You aren’t allowed to touch him until I’m done.”
The temptation was terrific. Kurt swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”
“But until then,” Peregrine turned with a grin, “I’ve got no rules against you touching yourself.”
Kurt took in a sharp breath. His fantasy had just come true. He lost himself in Emil’s gaze and Peregrine’s intensity and barely came to himself in time to get dinner. Tonight was going to be spectacular.
--
Peregrine kissed his men goodbye at the airport and got the plane. He’d promised Tank he’d help him move, plus this way he’d miss the end of the remodel. When he came back, his house would be his again. He’d miss his men. He pulled out a sketchbook and looked over the sketches he’d done of their new place. They were missing something.
He sketched out the kitchen again with Emil at the stove and Kurt at the cutting board and himself at the sink. Now it looked perfect.
Title: Completely Different
Series: A Balance of Harmonies (Three)
Status: Chapter one hundred thirteen of maybe 150
Genre: m/m romance, drama, city life, businessmen
Rating: R
Content: breakfast, investigating, plans, cleaning, joy, disappointment, comfort, annoyance, conflicting ideas, a night in, temptation, goodbye, perfection
Length: about 1,300 words
Summary: Peregrine has plans. Emil is loved. And Kurt’s dream comes true.
Master list
Kurt sat at the table with a sigh. The new shower had been a complete success. It even had a place he could rest up after they got hot and heavy where water didn’t land on his face. His men had thought of everything. Peregrine poured a mug of coffee and lifted it in Kurt’s direction before pouring one for himself. Kurt got up to mix cream and sugar into his coffee. Emil set a plate of pancakes beside him. “You’re first, since you have work today.”
Kurt stole a kiss on the way out of the kitchen and then sat in the chair with the best view of Emil’s back side as he worked at the stove. Emil was wearing Kurt’s shirt from yesterday and an apron, but Kurt couldn’t quite tell if he had anything under it. He’d have to go investigate before he left for work.
--
Peregrine turned around in his new studio. This might just be perfect. He wouldn’t know until he had all his stuff in it. His stuff was still at Keith’s, but Kurt had walked to work. Peregrine could get the majority of the stuff moved before Mike came over to help. Maybe Mike wouldn’t spy too much since he’d explored the other day. There wasn’t really more to see.
Their walk in closet was still a room with a carpet and blank walls. Experts in closet installation would be by next week. That appointment had been scheduled before the foreman had offered them the accelerated kitchen finish date. Peregrine didn’t mind living out of boxes until then.
The workers were taking three days off after their nine days straight, which Peregrine was thankful for. He wanted a few days alone in his new house. The condo did really feel life a completely different place even if it was in the same space as the last one. Their old bedroom and the guest room felt out of place. The rooms used to fit in perfectly. Maybe once the rest of the house was done, Peregrine could paint a mural or maybe give the guest room walls a bright color, so the distinction was not so jarring.
He’d think on it. Right now he wanted to clean every shelf and cubby and drawer in his studio to get it ready to receive his stuff.
--
Emil bit down his smile. He was too happy to get anything done. His room was next to be redone. A board lay across the living room floor until the stone flooring of his room was compete so the wood would line up perfectly. The new door would be wider. Once everything was done, he’d invite his family over for a night of dancing. Willow and Liam would appreciate the romantic nooks among the flowers. Maybe if it was pretty enough, Peregrine would paint Emil in it. Emil could hope.
--
Kurt got to his front door at the same time Mike pushed his trolley out. Mike grinned. “All done. But your place still needs work. Are you sure you should be living in it?”
“We’ll survive.” Peregrine pressed a hand against Mike’s back and got him moving again. “Mike’s taking us out to dinner. Emil knows where. We’ll meet you there.”
Kurt stepped inside his new house and walked around to the kitchen. Emil leaned against the counter, frowning. Kurt set down his briefcase and gathered Emil in his arms. “What’s wrong, my love?”
Emil leaned against him. “I wanted to make dinner for us tonight.”
“I wanted to eat the dinner you made. Mike?”
Emil nodded. “Peregrine was losing it and this was the best way to get Mike to leave.”
“We’ll have other nights.”
“But they won’t be the first night you come home to me in our new place.”
“I come home to you every night.” And Kurt kissed Emil until he forgot he had anywhere else to be. Kurt hoped Peregrine didn’t mind that they were going to be late.
--
Peregrine sighed. He really should have planned some place to be now that the workmen were back. The three days of peace had been terrific. How long until they left and never came back? Too long.
The sliding door to his studio didn’t keep out the noise and it definitely didn’t out the dust even though he’d shoved rags under it. He couldn’t paint. He couldn’t even think. Maybe Andre wouldn’t mind if he came by for an extra day this week.
--
Emil looked down at the blueprint for his conservatory. The foreman pointed to a rectangle. “If we put the Jacuzzi here, you’d get a better view out the window.”
That might be true, but when he was in the Jacuzzi, Emil would only notice the view across from him. And he wasn’t sure he wanted viewed from outside. “I’m more concerned about the plants around it. I want a jungle affect.”
The foreman shook his head. The foreman’s nephew peeked around the corner and then disappeared. He was a sweet kid. Now that the whole crew was working on just one room, Tom probably wouldn’t get the chance to ask Emil to sign anything else. That would be a shame.
--
Kurt tried the front door. It was locked. That must mean the construction crew had gone home for the day. If they left early enough, the dust would have settled out of the air and could be removed before it affected the taste of dinner. Kurt had bought Peregrine an air filtration system for his studio, but it wasn’t big enough to do the whole house and Emil had balked at the idea of spending all that money for a problem that would go way in a few days.
Emil wasn’t in the kitchen. The room that would be Emil conservatory was totally gutted and something had been poured into the cavity under where the floor would be. That was probably the thing that would keep their Jacuzzi from dripping on their downstairs neighbors if it sprang a leak. The room probably couldn’t be worked in until that dried.
No one was in the living room or out on the balcony. Kurt dropped his briefcase off in his office and then opened the bedroom door.
The double doors between the bedroom and Peregrine’s studio were rolled wide open. Emil lay across several kitchen chairs wearing that black kimono he’d worn on Halloween. Kurt was now hungry for more than food. Emil grinned and gave him a tiny wave. Peregrine didn’t turn from his canvas. “I called for takeout. I ordered you steak because I want you red blooded. You’ll go get it in a half hour. Then we’ll eat. Then I’ll finish this painting. You aren’t allowed to touch him until I’m done.”
The temptation was terrific. Kurt swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”
“But until then,” Peregrine turned with a grin, “I’ve got no rules against you touching yourself.”
Kurt took in a sharp breath. His fantasy had just come true. He lost himself in Emil’s gaze and Peregrine’s intensity and barely came to himself in time to get dinner. Tonight was going to be spectacular.
--
Peregrine kissed his men goodbye at the airport and got the plane. He’d promised Tank he’d help him move, plus this way he’d miss the end of the remodel. When he came back, his house would be his again. He’d miss his men. He pulled out a sketchbook and looked over the sketches he’d done of their new place. They were missing something.
He sketched out the kitchen again with Emil at the stove and Kurt at the cutting board and himself at the sink. Now it looked perfect.
