Trifecta: St. Patrick's Day, part three

[frogs_of_war]

I am so tired. I told me kids not to wake me up (their spring break this week) unless the house was on fire. Instead my husbands alarm woke me up at 5:30, but sadly it didn't wake him up. And when he was finally awake enough to turn it off (it's several feet from the bed) he got right back in and fell asleep to repeat the whole thing five minutes later.

I have to get up early the rest of the week, I want to take a nap, but if I sleep it might make going to bed tonight harder and then I'll be even more tired tomorrow. Only I''m having a hard time keeping my eyes open.

Title: Trifecta
Chapter: St. Partick's Day, part three
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1.2k
Summary: Ty comes to grips with his feelings.

Masterlist

Ty grinned at everyone and everything. This was his new permanent expression. Jaron wanted Damien for his troupe. He had scheduled rehearsals for Monday and mingled in the crowd to make sure all his players knew that.

Flannigan clapped Ty on the back. "Have another!"

Ty shook his head. He was nursing this drink — a White Russian despite the holiday — for the last hour. He had men to get home to, but he wanted to wait until Kenneth had Damien out of the dress.

Tara, in full regalia, sat down on the stood beside Ty's. "Jaron says we have an ingénue."

Ty nodded.

"He says the kid's living with you. Why didn't you bring her along?"

"I did. To pizza and dancing."

Tara smacked Ty's arm. "You know I don't like dancing with so many rules."

Her eyes sparkled. She looked like no one so much as Ty's aunt's best friend. Tara would kill him if he ever said that.

"Why didn't you bring her here? I want to see this princess Jaron keeps going on about."

Ty pulled out his phone and flipped to a picture he'd taken earlier this evening. Tara grabbed the phone and did that close to face, far away thing that people who wore bifocal did. "Cute. How long's she been dressing up?”

"Not long."

"Do you have any other pictures? I may need to be a diva about this."

Ty shook his head. Flannigan ordered Tara another drink. "I have some."

Flannigan had a dozen or so hard copies of Damien in the spare room walking, sitting, and talking to Kylie. Despite the wig, makeup, and dress Ty could still see Damien in his mannerisms.

Tara seized the one of Damien looking over his shoulder while standing in front of the full length mirror. "I will go full dive."

Flannigan handed Tara a drink. "If you are nice to her, she'll look up to you."

"No one is that young and innocent." Tara downed her drink.

"She isn't here," Flannigan said, "because she's that young. Plus she's all alone in a big city for the first time."

Ty covered his snort with a cough. Damien was being taken care of for the first time. Flannigan eyed Ty. "Don't you agree?"

Ty lifted his glass. "To beautiful young things who think I'm the hottest guy on earth."

Tara laughed and took a drink. She set her empty glass down. "She must be very young if she thinks you're hot."

Flannigan laughed. "Sad, but true. She does."

"And she'd living at your house? What does Kenneth think about that?"

Ty looked in his glass. It was empty. He wasn't going to have another. "He's busy peeling her out of her dress."

Tara raised her already high eyebrows. "Do tell."

Ty stood up. "I should probably go help him."

Tara grabbed Ty's arm. "Tell me, please." She held up the picture. "Tell me her unders are so tight she can barely breathe."

Flannigan handed her another drink. "Ty could wrap his hands around Damien's waist and touch fingertips before Damien ever became Deedee."

Flannigan made a circle out of his thumbs and forefingers. His hands were significantly smaller than Ty's huge ones and gave the impression Damien had a very tiny waist.

Tara hit Flannigan's arm. "No."

Ty slipped away. A cheer rose up signifying midnight. Irish Appreciation Day could officially begin.

Friends interrupted his path to the door. They all wanted to hear about Damien. He sent most of them to Flannigan, but answered the question of where Damien slept himself.

Flannigan was sure to tell his version, but Ty wanted the censored version out there first.

At the car, he was waylaid again, but this was only a reminder of his promised bordello wallpaper for a back drop. He renewed his promise. If he couldn't buy it, he'd paint it with textured and matte paints.

The streets were nearly empty, but he drove the speed limit. The police would be out in force this weekend.

The lights were still on when he pulled up. Hadn’t Kenneth gotten Damien into bed by now?

He opened the door to music. The table was push against the wall and Damien swung in Kenneth's arms.

Ty closed the laundry room door and leaned on it. At least Damien had removed his makeup. The wig sat on the table. Kylie would freak. Good wigs cost a small fortune.

Kenneth wore the hat at a rakish angle and still looked handsome as ever. He could pull off any look.

But Damien was still in the dress and high heels. Kenneth swung Damien out and back against his chest. He grinned at Ty.

Ty tried to grin back.

He picked up the wig and carried it into the spare room. Wig stands always creeped him out. They only looked happy wearing a wig. He set the wig on the only empty stand. "Happy now?"

He turned and leaned against the door frame. As Damien twirled, his skirts raised and flashed the top of his thighs. His petticoats were gone and the garter things didn't hang down. Was he wearing any of the underthings that changed his shape?

Ty stepped closer. Kenneth twirled Damien toward Ty. Ty caught him and held him close. He smelled good, like always, and his body was hard without being stiff. The only thing between Ty's hands and Damien's skin was the thin fabric. Good.

"I don't know how to dance." Ty swayed side to side. Damien's heels lifted him to a convenient height to cuddle. Ty could stay this way all night.

Damien laid his cheek against Ty's shoulder. "I like this kind of dancing too."

Ty closed his eyes and ran his hands down Damien's back. He wasn't wearing anything under the dress.

Kenneth changed the song to something slow and leaned against the table. His eyes smiled. He had done his on purpose. He'd removed everything that triggered Ty's discomfort and confusion.

"I love you." Both of them.

Damien leaned back from the waist. "Even when I'm in a dress?"

Ty pulled him back to his chest. "I always love you. And I've never had problems with queens before. But," he glared at Kenneth, "I've never been attracted to one before."

Damien leaned back and raised an eyebrow. "Never?"

"Even the one who are cute out of drag don't do anything for me in a dress."

"But I do?" Damien looked up. He was adorable.

"You, all made up, made me feel that maybe my parents were right. Maybe there is a woman out there somewhere who could turn me on."

"Not out there." Kenneth said. "Right here."

Damien rubbed against Ty. "I quite like being the only person in a dress you're attracted to."

Ty pulled Damien's dress up his legs. Kenneth nodded to the living room. Ty nodded to the table. Kenneth slipped down the hall and returned with a tablecloth. He opened it and covered the table.

Ty swayed Damien to the table and lifted him up, making sure he landed without any fabric underneath his ass.

Damien spread his legs. Ty stepped between them. Ty was going to have sex for the first time with someone in a dress. And he planned to enjoy himself.