Trifecta: Easter, part one
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frogs_of_warFour more weeks. Four more weeks until I do more than work and sleep. And I'll have all those nice stories to read when I can think again. But, so no one forgets I exist, I'm going to try to get all of Easter up before Easter. But I don't think I'll get the Mother's Day chapter up before Mother's Day. It's written, but not typed in. No time for that any time soon.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Easter, part one
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1.1k
Summary: Damien isn't so sure he wants to visit Ty's aunt
Masterlist
Damien stared at the socks in his hands. “Are you sure you want me to come?”
Kenneth set the towel he’d just folded on the table and touched Damien’s arm. “You are important to us. We want you there.”
Damien mated another pair of socks. He’d tried not to think about this trip since he’d first heard about it. He didn’t want to be alone in the house for three days, but he wasn’t ready to stay with family. What if Ty’s aunt didn’t like him? “What does she know about me? She can’t want me in her home.”
“He wants you there.”
Ty and Kenneth spent every Easter with Ty’s aunt. This year was no exception. But what kind of woman would want the second lover of the man she raised to spend the night in her house?
Going over for a meal would have been different, but Ty’s aunt lived across the country. They would fly both ways and spend two nights. If things went wrong, Damien couldn’t just go home.
Ty’s aunt knew Ty and Kenneth were together and, according to Kenneth, she approved for Ty’s sake. She loved him enough for that. But how could she love him enough to accept Damien the way she had Kenneth? “I’ll just stay home.”
Kenneth rubbed his arm. “Ty isn’t going to like that.”
“That’s why I told you.”
Kenneth smiled.
Damien turned away. “I know what he wants, but he has an optimistic view of life.”
Kenneth sighed. “Ty was born out into a family of homophobes. His aunt Amelia took him in when he was about twelve. His parents had decided to send him to reparative therapy to ‘cure’ him of his way of speaking, his hand gestures, his love of skirts, all the things that make him Ty.”
Those were the things that first drew Damien’s attention. Ty in a kilt was glorious. So was his voice and the way his hands moved when he spoke. Listening to him was heaven. Being touched by him was even better.
“She says forcing a child to be something they aren’t, or not something they are, is torture and she loves him too much for that. Ty has made her prove that love over and over. Raising a boy like Ty in the South couldn’t have been easy. But she defended him against all attacks, both verbal and physical, and never once told him to change who he was.”
She sounded like a nice person, but…
“Ty expects his aunt to accept you, like she accepted me, as a way of showing her love.”
No one in Damien’s life had ever loved someone else for his sake. Very few were willing to tolerate Damien. Kenneth and Ty and the people he’d met through them where the few who acted like they wanted him around. “What if she doesn’t like me?”
“She’ll like you.”
“But what if she doesn’t? What if she makes a scene? Maybe I should wear drag. I could go as the girl you rent a room to.” Being rejected as Deedee wouldn’t hurt as much.
“Ty isn’t going to lie to his aunt. He loves her too much for that.” Kenneth kissed Damien's ear.
Damien held a towel against his chest. He was coming apart inside. “So he’s going to tell her I’m your lover and then she’ll take us to church and we’ll sit down to a meal and pretend she doesn’t see me as less?”
Kenneth wrapped his arms around Damien from behind. Damien leaned into the hug. He couldn’t take rejection from Ty’s important person. What if Ty’s aunt’s rejection caused Ty to rethink having Damien in his life.
Kenneth kissed Damien’s head. “He’s already told his aunt about you.”
Damien put his hand over Kenneth’s and held it closer to his chest. ”About us?”
“Yes.” Kenneth rested his chin on Damien’s shoulder. His breath tickled D’s neck. “He told her you are one of us.”
“But did she understand? What one-of-us means?” Having Ty’s aunt think Damien was just a boy they took in might be worse than outright rejection.
Kenneth rubbed his lips against Damien’s neck. Damien relaxed against Kenneth. He was willing to let this conversation go. He didn’t want to know the answer anyway.
He set the towel down and turned, rubbing his cheek against Kenneth’s. When his lips touched skin, he started kissing. He released all his anxiety and worry over Easter and let the joy of skin on skin fill his soul.
Kenneth was tender but thorough. All cares were far away in his arms.
They made it to the couch, eventually.
Damien leaned back against Kenneth’s chest and closed his eyes. “If he wants me to go, I’ll go. I can sleep on the floor or something.”
Kenneth laughed, stroking Damien’s side. “We’ll all be on the floor. Ty’s room still has his old twin bed in it. She always offers us the hideaway in the den, but we opt for a door that closes. It doesn’t lock. She used to make him leave the door open when he had friends over.”
Damien tilted his head up. “Really?”
“Yes.”
Did parents really do that anymore? Only maybe they didn’t. Ty hadn’t been a teenager in over a decade. “But she doesn’t make you two leave the door open?”
“We move the trunk in front of the door. Sometimes she forgets Ty doesn’t need woken up in the morning.”
“Has she ever come in?
Kenneth grinned. “I think she was more embarrassed than we were—than I was. Ty slept through the whole thing.”
Damien laughed. “Ty does like his sleep.”
“That he does. And his food. He’ll be home soon.”
Damien leaned forward so Kenneth could get off the couch. He was making enchiladas tonight. Even the sauce was homemade.
Kenneth straightened his clothes. Damien didn’t bother. He lay down on the couch and closed his eyes. “Have Ty wake me when he gets home.”
Kenneth laughed. “Looking like that he couldn’t resist.”
Damien grinned. He liked being irresistible.
He let the clink of pots and Kenneth’s gentle movements in the kitchen lull him to sleep.
He dreamed of different ways Ty would wake him, but whatever Ty picked would be even better.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Easter, part one
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1.1k
Summary: Damien isn't so sure he wants to visit Ty's aunt
Masterlist
Damien stared at the socks in his hands. “Are you sure you want me to come?”
Kenneth set the towel he’d just folded on the table and touched Damien’s arm. “You are important to us. We want you there.”
Damien mated another pair of socks. He’d tried not to think about this trip since he’d first heard about it. He didn’t want to be alone in the house for three days, but he wasn’t ready to stay with family. What if Ty’s aunt didn’t like him? “What does she know about me? She can’t want me in her home.”
“He wants you there.”
Ty and Kenneth spent every Easter with Ty’s aunt. This year was no exception. But what kind of woman would want the second lover of the man she raised to spend the night in her house?
Going over for a meal would have been different, but Ty’s aunt lived across the country. They would fly both ways and spend two nights. If things went wrong, Damien couldn’t just go home.
Ty’s aunt knew Ty and Kenneth were together and, according to Kenneth, she approved for Ty’s sake. She loved him enough for that. But how could she love him enough to accept Damien the way she had Kenneth? “I’ll just stay home.”
Kenneth rubbed his arm. “Ty isn’t going to like that.”
“That’s why I told you.”
Kenneth smiled.
Damien turned away. “I know what he wants, but he has an optimistic view of life.”
Kenneth sighed. “Ty was born out into a family of homophobes. His aunt Amelia took him in when he was about twelve. His parents had decided to send him to reparative therapy to ‘cure’ him of his way of speaking, his hand gestures, his love of skirts, all the things that make him Ty.”
Those were the things that first drew Damien’s attention. Ty in a kilt was glorious. So was his voice and the way his hands moved when he spoke. Listening to him was heaven. Being touched by him was even better.
“She says forcing a child to be something they aren’t, or not something they are, is torture and she loves him too much for that. Ty has made her prove that love over and over. Raising a boy like Ty in the South couldn’t have been easy. But she defended him against all attacks, both verbal and physical, and never once told him to change who he was.”
She sounded like a nice person, but…
“Ty expects his aunt to accept you, like she accepted me, as a way of showing her love.”
No one in Damien’s life had ever loved someone else for his sake. Very few were willing to tolerate Damien. Kenneth and Ty and the people he’d met through them where the few who acted like they wanted him around. “What if she doesn’t like me?”
“She’ll like you.”
“But what if she doesn’t? What if she makes a scene? Maybe I should wear drag. I could go as the girl you rent a room to.” Being rejected as Deedee wouldn’t hurt as much.
“Ty isn’t going to lie to his aunt. He loves her too much for that.” Kenneth kissed Damien's ear.
Damien held a towel against his chest. He was coming apart inside. “So he’s going to tell her I’m your lover and then she’ll take us to church and we’ll sit down to a meal and pretend she doesn’t see me as less?”
Kenneth wrapped his arms around Damien from behind. Damien leaned into the hug. He couldn’t take rejection from Ty’s important person. What if Ty’s aunt’s rejection caused Ty to rethink having Damien in his life.
Kenneth kissed Damien’s head. “He’s already told his aunt about you.”
Damien put his hand over Kenneth’s and held it closer to his chest. ”About us?”
“Yes.” Kenneth rested his chin on Damien’s shoulder. His breath tickled D’s neck. “He told her you are one of us.”
“But did she understand? What one-of-us means?” Having Ty’s aunt think Damien was just a boy they took in might be worse than outright rejection.
Kenneth rubbed his lips against Damien’s neck. Damien relaxed against Kenneth. He was willing to let this conversation go. He didn’t want to know the answer anyway.
He set the towel down and turned, rubbing his cheek against Kenneth’s. When his lips touched skin, he started kissing. He released all his anxiety and worry over Easter and let the joy of skin on skin fill his soul.
Kenneth was tender but thorough. All cares were far away in his arms.
They made it to the couch, eventually.
Damien leaned back against Kenneth’s chest and closed his eyes. “If he wants me to go, I’ll go. I can sleep on the floor or something.”
Kenneth laughed, stroking Damien’s side. “We’ll all be on the floor. Ty’s room still has his old twin bed in it. She always offers us the hideaway in the den, but we opt for a door that closes. It doesn’t lock. She used to make him leave the door open when he had friends over.”
Damien tilted his head up. “Really?”
“Yes.”
Did parents really do that anymore? Only maybe they didn’t. Ty hadn’t been a teenager in over a decade. “But she doesn’t make you two leave the door open?”
“We move the trunk in front of the door. Sometimes she forgets Ty doesn’t need woken up in the morning.”
“Has she ever come in?
Kenneth grinned. “I think she was more embarrassed than we were—than I was. Ty slept through the whole thing.”
Damien laughed. “Ty does like his sleep.”
“That he does. And his food. He’ll be home soon.”
Damien leaned forward so Kenneth could get off the couch. He was making enchiladas tonight. Even the sauce was homemade.
Kenneth straightened his clothes. Damien didn’t bother. He lay down on the couch and closed his eyes. “Have Ty wake me when he gets home.”
Kenneth laughed. “Looking like that he couldn’t resist.”
Damien grinned. He liked being irresistible.
He let the clink of pots and Kenneth’s gentle movements in the kitchen lull him to sleep.
He dreamed of different ways Ty would wake him, but whatever Ty picked would be even better.
