Trifecta: Valentine's Day, part one
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frogs_of_warWhen I was about to cut out a layer for my daughter's skirt, I measured several time, checked my numbers, measured again, steeled myself and cut. Only after I was done did I realize that I was supposed to be looking at the numbers for the second layer. I'd cut a 20" diameter circle when I was supposed to cut a 24" one. Whoops.
I tried to save it by cutting the underlayers shorter, but I forgot to change where the center of each circle was supposed to be, so I'm going to have sew a bit back on the lowest layer. Luckily my daughter stopped me from 'fixing' the next to the bottom layer, so it will cover most of the bottom layer's unexpected seam.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Valentine's Day, part one
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1.3k
Summary: Ty's friend Flannigan, 'introduces' Ty to Damien
Master list
Ty didn’t open the passenger door when Flannigan pulled up outside Damien’s coffee shop. He had purposely never stopped by because the one time Kenneth mentioned visiting, Damien worried that he’d be distracted from his job if two men as hot as them came by.
“What are you waiting for?” Flannigan stood in front of the car. “You have to see this. My treat.”
Ty got out and followed Flannigan inside. Damien glanced up and smiled. Then he looked back at the coffee he was making, but he didn’t lose his grin.
Flannigan sat at a table in full view of the counter. Ty sat across from him. “I thought you were treating me.”
“I am. I will. But wait until the dark-haired cutie is free.”
Ty glanced at Damien and then raised his eyebrows at Flannigan.
Flannigan rubbed his hands together and grinned. “Don’t tell me he isn’t cute.”
Ty looked Damien over. The counter rose to Damien’s waist, hiding half his assets. “He’s adorable, but what does that have to do with me? Or you for that matter?”
Flannigan gestured with both his hands toward Damien. “Just look at him. Jaron has been looking for a young belle for months. And there he is.”
Ty watched Damien hand a cup to a customer. Damien’s gaze met his and turned to a fellow barista. The person at the counter had just ordered five coffees, all complicated and specific. Damien was adorable and he would look super cute in a ruffly dress. Jaron had been looking for an ingénue since his last one
ran off with a divorced father of three. Ty simply couldn’t imagine Martin washing sticky faces, but he had no problem imaging him vacuuming in heels.
But Damien had shown no sign of wanting to do drag. Of course Ty had only known him for six weeks. He hadn’t discovered Kenneth didn’t like orange juice for six months.
“Have you talked to him?” And if Flannigan had, why hadn’t Damien mentioned it? “And doesn’t Jaron want to find his own ingénue?”
“Jaron’s had months. And if we play this right, he’ll think it’s his own idea.”
Ty wasn’t so sure of that.
“We are doing this for him. As friends.”
Jaron’s all drag theater troupe had gone nowhere since Martin left. They made their money adapting fairytales, but nearly every fairytale had a young woman in it and casting an older queen in the role of a young one did not do well with audiences that came to Jaron’s shows.
“And I wanted you to see the cutie before I talked to him. Do you think he’ll do?”
Ty watched Damien for another minute before he forced his gaze away. The man was hypnotic. “First you should ask him if he’s even interested.”
“He will be.” Flannigan hopped to his feet. “Wait here.”
Flannigan walked to the counter. He’d timed his visit perfectly to be helped by Damien.
Damien looked over Flannigan’s shoulder as he talked. But then another customer appeared and Flannigan stepped aside. He followed Damien’s slow progress to the pickup counter and talked to him there.
Damien looked over Flannigan’s shoulder. Ty grinned. Damien was beautiful and he was his. How would Flannigan react when Damien told him? Damien said something and Flannigan picked up the cups and returned to the table. “I think he’s thinking about it.”
Ty looked at Damien. “You think?”
“He gets his break in ten minutes.”
Ty looked at his watch. He didn’t have to be at the fundraiser for another hour. Helping out the theaters he designed for helped his own pocket book. Tonight was a one night only dinner theater for Valentine’s Day. He and Flannigan were doing set up. He hoped to be done and back home not long after Kenneth. He had plans for tonight.
“Come on, Ty. We need him.” Flannigan looked back at the counter. “And I think he has a crush on you.”
Ty looked up. Damien was looking his way. Flannigan looked at his watch. “Seven minutes.”
Ty looked at Flannigan’s huge aviator watch. “That couldn’t have possibly been three minutes.”
Flannigan hid his watch under the table. “It was.”
“You’re reading your watch wrong again.”
Flannigan put his hand to his chest. “Again? Are you trying to slander me?”
Ty rolled his eyes and played along. The actors had had so much trouble with that scene that Ty still remembered all the lines these three years later. Flannigan gesticulated even more than the actor in the original role. Ty was glad when that actor had quit that troupe looking for greener pastures. Soon after the troupe moved on to a bigger theater, so the break had been good for them.
Damien stopped by the table. Flannigan gestured to a chair. “Damien, this is Ty. Ty, Damien.”
Ty raised his eyebrows, but he took Damien’s small, smooth hand. Should he keep pretending not to know Damien? He hadn’t hid him from shame. He just hadn’t talked to any of his friends except Flannigan in the last month and Flannigan always brought up sex, so Ty tried not to mention his home life. Flannigan guessed too much anyway.
“Ty, you can let go now.”
Damien blushed and sat down. Ty looked away. Flannigan laughed. Ty felt his face heat. Damien cleared his throat. “You want me to…”
Flannigan grinned. “Ty here just wants you, but like I said we have a friend who needs an ingénue.”
“That means pretty little thing.” Ty wasn’t sure if Damien understood the lingo.
Flannigan nodded. “A cute, little thing in a dress. You’d wear a dress, wouldn’t you, for extra cash? Two days a week plus a few afternoon practices.”
Damien glanced at Ty. “Is this where you work?”
“Kind of. I’m a scene shop foreman. Flannigan, here, is a Master Painter. We do sets for several theaters. If someone asks for a tree, we get them a tree. Flowered wallpaper for one scene, a night sky for another: that’s us.”
“What would I do?”
Ty held up a hand. “We can’t actually hire you.”
“But,” said Flannigan, “we can put you in Jaron’s path and he will hire you.”
Ty wasn’t so sure.
Damien licked his lips. “What do I need to do?”
Ty wanted to taste those lips.
“Get to know Ty here.”
Ty jumped and turned to Flannigan. Flannigan grinned. “Ty, give him your number. I’ll be back.”
Flannigan disappeared down a hallway.
Damien rested his hand on Ty’s thigh. “I hope you don’t mind. He wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise.”
Ty set his hand on Damien’s. “Maybe it’s best if he thinks he introduced us.”
Damien grinned. “But I’m glad someone finally knows about me.”
Ty touched Damien’s back. “I’m sorry.”
Damien shook his head. “I’m happy it’s just been the three of us, but maybe it’s time to expand.”
Ty nodded. He could have sat there all day. They didn’t even need to say anything. He was happy just to be beside Damien. Ten people came in and headed straight for the counter. Damien stood up. “I better help.”
Ty squeezed his hand and slowly let him go.
Flannigan stepped up to the table with a huge grinned. “Did you get his number?”
Ty’s phone went off. The text was from Damien. Ty grinned. He couldn’t wait for tonight either.
Flannigan clapped him on the back. “Good for you. What’s good for the troupes is good for the theater and what’s good for the theaters is good for us.” Flannigan sat down and turned his chair toward the counter. “Are you going to mention him to Kenneth?”
Ty wasn’t about to answer that.
“Because I think Kenneth might be persuaded to stick with the same extra person.”
Ty crossed his arms.
“Come on. You are obviously interested in him, and just look at him. He can’t keep his eyes off you.”
Ty looked up. Flannigan was right. Damien was watching him. Ty smiled. Tonight Damien would do more than watch.
I tried to save it by cutting the underlayers shorter, but I forgot to change where the center of each circle was supposed to be, so I'm going to have sew a bit back on the lowest layer. Luckily my daughter stopped me from 'fixing' the next to the bottom layer, so it will cover most of the bottom layer's unexpected seam.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Valentine's Day, part one
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1.3k
Summary: Ty's friend Flannigan, 'introduces' Ty to Damien
Master list
Ty didn’t open the passenger door when Flannigan pulled up outside Damien’s coffee shop. He had purposely never stopped by because the one time Kenneth mentioned visiting, Damien worried that he’d be distracted from his job if two men as hot as them came by.
“What are you waiting for?” Flannigan stood in front of the car. “You have to see this. My treat.”
Ty got out and followed Flannigan inside. Damien glanced up and smiled. Then he looked back at the coffee he was making, but he didn’t lose his grin.
Flannigan sat at a table in full view of the counter. Ty sat across from him. “I thought you were treating me.”
“I am. I will. But wait until the dark-haired cutie is free.”
Ty glanced at Damien and then raised his eyebrows at Flannigan.
Flannigan rubbed his hands together and grinned. “Don’t tell me he isn’t cute.”
Ty looked Damien over. The counter rose to Damien’s waist, hiding half his assets. “He’s adorable, but what does that have to do with me? Or you for that matter?”
Flannigan gestured with both his hands toward Damien. “Just look at him. Jaron has been looking for a young belle for months. And there he is.”
Ty watched Damien hand a cup to a customer. Damien’s gaze met his and turned to a fellow barista. The person at the counter had just ordered five coffees, all complicated and specific. Damien was adorable and he would look super cute in a ruffly dress. Jaron had been looking for an ingénue since his last one
ran off with a divorced father of three. Ty simply couldn’t imagine Martin washing sticky faces, but he had no problem imaging him vacuuming in heels.
But Damien had shown no sign of wanting to do drag. Of course Ty had only known him for six weeks. He hadn’t discovered Kenneth didn’t like orange juice for six months.
“Have you talked to him?” And if Flannigan had, why hadn’t Damien mentioned it? “And doesn’t Jaron want to find his own ingénue?”
“Jaron’s had months. And if we play this right, he’ll think it’s his own idea.”
Ty wasn’t so sure of that.
“We are doing this for him. As friends.”
Jaron’s all drag theater troupe had gone nowhere since Martin left. They made their money adapting fairytales, but nearly every fairytale had a young woman in it and casting an older queen in the role of a young one did not do well with audiences that came to Jaron’s shows.
“And I wanted you to see the cutie before I talked to him. Do you think he’ll do?”
Ty watched Damien for another minute before he forced his gaze away. The man was hypnotic. “First you should ask him if he’s even interested.”
“He will be.” Flannigan hopped to his feet. “Wait here.”
Flannigan walked to the counter. He’d timed his visit perfectly to be helped by Damien.
Damien looked over Flannigan’s shoulder as he talked. But then another customer appeared and Flannigan stepped aside. He followed Damien’s slow progress to the pickup counter and talked to him there.
Damien looked over Flannigan’s shoulder. Ty grinned. Damien was beautiful and he was his. How would Flannigan react when Damien told him? Damien said something and Flannigan picked up the cups and returned to the table. “I think he’s thinking about it.”
Ty looked at Damien. “You think?”
“He gets his break in ten minutes.”
Ty looked at his watch. He didn’t have to be at the fundraiser for another hour. Helping out the theaters he designed for helped his own pocket book. Tonight was a one night only dinner theater for Valentine’s Day. He and Flannigan were doing set up. He hoped to be done and back home not long after Kenneth. He had plans for tonight.
“Come on, Ty. We need him.” Flannigan looked back at the counter. “And I think he has a crush on you.”
Ty looked up. Damien was looking his way. Flannigan looked at his watch. “Seven minutes.”
Ty looked at Flannigan’s huge aviator watch. “That couldn’t have possibly been three minutes.”
Flannigan hid his watch under the table. “It was.”
“You’re reading your watch wrong again.”
Flannigan put his hand to his chest. “Again? Are you trying to slander me?”
Ty rolled his eyes and played along. The actors had had so much trouble with that scene that Ty still remembered all the lines these three years later. Flannigan gesticulated even more than the actor in the original role. Ty was glad when that actor had quit that troupe looking for greener pastures. Soon after the troupe moved on to a bigger theater, so the break had been good for them.
Damien stopped by the table. Flannigan gestured to a chair. “Damien, this is Ty. Ty, Damien.”
Ty raised his eyebrows, but he took Damien’s small, smooth hand. Should he keep pretending not to know Damien? He hadn’t hid him from shame. He just hadn’t talked to any of his friends except Flannigan in the last month and Flannigan always brought up sex, so Ty tried not to mention his home life. Flannigan guessed too much anyway.
“Ty, you can let go now.”
Damien blushed and sat down. Ty looked away. Flannigan laughed. Ty felt his face heat. Damien cleared his throat. “You want me to…”
Flannigan grinned. “Ty here just wants you, but like I said we have a friend who needs an ingénue.”
“That means pretty little thing.” Ty wasn’t sure if Damien understood the lingo.
Flannigan nodded. “A cute, little thing in a dress. You’d wear a dress, wouldn’t you, for extra cash? Two days a week plus a few afternoon practices.”
Damien glanced at Ty. “Is this where you work?”
“Kind of. I’m a scene shop foreman. Flannigan, here, is a Master Painter. We do sets for several theaters. If someone asks for a tree, we get them a tree. Flowered wallpaper for one scene, a night sky for another: that’s us.”
“What would I do?”
Ty held up a hand. “We can’t actually hire you.”
“But,” said Flannigan, “we can put you in Jaron’s path and he will hire you.”
Ty wasn’t so sure.
Damien licked his lips. “What do I need to do?”
Ty wanted to taste those lips.
“Get to know Ty here.”
Ty jumped and turned to Flannigan. Flannigan grinned. “Ty, give him your number. I’ll be back.”
Flannigan disappeared down a hallway.
Damien rested his hand on Ty’s thigh. “I hope you don’t mind. He wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise.”
Ty set his hand on Damien’s. “Maybe it’s best if he thinks he introduced us.”
Damien grinned. “But I’m glad someone finally knows about me.”
Ty touched Damien’s back. “I’m sorry.”
Damien shook his head. “I’m happy it’s just been the three of us, but maybe it’s time to expand.”
Ty nodded. He could have sat there all day. They didn’t even need to say anything. He was happy just to be beside Damien. Ten people came in and headed straight for the counter. Damien stood up. “I better help.”
Ty squeezed his hand and slowly let him go.
Flannigan stepped up to the table with a huge grinned. “Did you get his number?”
Ty’s phone went off. The text was from Damien. Ty grinned. He couldn’t wait for tonight either.
Flannigan clapped him on the back. “Good for you. What’s good for the troupes is good for the theater and what’s good for the theaters is good for us.” Flannigan sat down and turned his chair toward the counter. “Are you going to mention him to Kenneth?”
Ty wasn’t about to answer that.
“Because I think Kenneth might be persuaded to stick with the same extra person.”
Ty crossed his arms.
“Come on. You are obviously interested in him, and just look at him. He can’t keep his eyes off you.”
Ty looked up. Flannigan was right. Damien was watching him. Ty smiled. Tonight Damien would do more than watch.
