Trifecta: Easter, part three
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frogs_of_warI may be working alone today, which will be stressful but not horrible. But I really hope my floral manager feels better tonight. It's inventory and I won't be able to work 8-5 today, 3-11 tomorrow morning and still work my 9-6 shift. I need my sleep and a fifteen hour shift doesn't sound like fun even if I slept a full night before it. At least I have someone else working with me on Monday.
I feel kind of unfeeling worried about myself when she's in pain (her leg is numb/in pain, so she has to lift it manually at times), but knowing the whole thing will land on me if she can't go on, stresses me out and stress is a very personal thing.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Easter, part three
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1k
Summary: Kenneth helps his men reconnect
Masterlist
Kenneth dragged the inflatable mattress into the empty space Ty was making on his old bedroom floor and unrolled it. He opened the valve and let it self-inflate.
Ty grinned and his eyes drank Kenneth in.He opened his mouth then closed it and looked at the doorway.
His aunt chatted away as she walked in with Damien. She carried a pile of ironed sheets and he had two quilts. She stopped mid sentence and frowned at Ty. “Why did you cover your bed with junk?”
Ty had made space on the floor, like he always did, by moving most of the stuff to the only clear, flat surface: the bed. Ty opened his mouth. Damien shook his head. Ty closed it. Kenneth stepped forward and took the sheets from Ty’s aunt. “Miss Amelia, I wish I’d known you wanted to change the bedsheets. The mattress could have waited.”
“No. No.” Ty’s aunt bustled about the room, straightening things and tucking others away. The room wasn’t really big enough for the twin bed, night stand, desk, chair, dresser, queen sized mattress and four people.
Three would be fine, especially if they were all on the mattress.
Ty’s aunt ripped the sheets off the twin and put on new ones. These were less faded then the ones she’d just removed, but otherwise the same. She changed the quilt to the one she’d been working on last year.
“Miss Amelia, is that a new quilt?”
Ty’s aunt blushed. “I know he won’t be able to tell in the dark, but Damien is too much of an angel to sleep in old bedding.”
Ty opened his mouth. Damien shook his head. Kenneth touched Ty’s arm. “Why don’t you get our luggage while I make the bed?”
Damien took Ty’s hand and led him out of the room. Kenneth kept Ty’s aunt busy with small talk so Ty and Damien could say what they needed to say.
Ty’s aunt stood up with a sigh and fluffed an already fluffy pillow. “That looks nice. Are you ready for dessert? I have pecan pie.”
Damien came in without looking up, his bag held tight against his chest. Ty followed with the straps to his and Kenneth’s bags clenched in his fists.
They would need some time. “We’ll be down when we’ve settled in.”
Ty’s aunt grinned at all of them. Damien managed a nod. She patted Ty’s arm on her way passed. “Such a sweet boy.”
Ty set the bags on the mattress and chatted with his aunt all the way down the stairs. Kenneth moved the bags to the closet side of the bed. At the bottom of the stairs Ty raced back up. He stepped into the room and closed the door. He pointed at the twin. “You aren’t sleeping there.”
Damien turned his face away. “She expects me to.”
Ty clenched and unclenched his fists. “I told her you were sleeping with us.”
“Which might be why she put him in our room.” Kenneth sat on the queen mattress and took off his shoes. Ty nodded and sighed. Good. Getting angry at his aunt or at Damien wasn’t going to help the situation.
“She just can’t wrap her mind around it.” Ty touched Damien’s cheek. Damien leaned into him and closed his eyes. Ty grinned. Maybe Kenneth should leave the two to make up. He grabbed his shoes.
Ty touched his shoulder. “Don’t go.”
Damien opened his eyes and licked his lips. “What if she comes?”
“She’s on the phone. That will keep her busy for a while.”
“But…”
Ty fell to his knees between the beds. “She expects you to use the twin. We’ll use it, but you are sleeping between us.”
He untucked his shirt and pulled it over his head. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have sex with a boy in my childhood bed.”
He reached for Damien and Damien melted against him.
Kenneth watched his lovers touch each other, but he stayed out of the embrace, except for digging out lube and condoms. This union was to bring Damien and Ty closer. Kenneth was there to get around the no ass rule that applied when they weren’t all together.
Kenneth didn’t mind. His men were handsome and gave themselves thoroughly. They were a work of art, beauty beyond compare. Watching was a religious experience and the very best porn imaginable.
He came right after Damien’s second time but he continued to stroke himself until Ty came. By then Damien was hard yet again.
Ty brought Damien off one more time and lay back. “He’s too much for me.”
Kenneth grinned. “You two are too much for me.”
Damien sighed. “I think you are just right.”
Ty laughed. “Thank you, but Kenneth is going to help next time.
Damien smile sexily at Kenneth. “Will you?”
Kenneth grinned back. “If you give me time to recover.”
Damien pouted. Kenneth crawled forward and kissed his cute lower lip. “Until then. Dessert is waiting downstairs. Pecan pie.”
Damien frowned. “A nut pie?”
Ty sat up and looked around. Kenneth passed up his clothes. Ty grinned and blew him a kiss. He gently pushed at Damien. “Get up and try it.”
Kenneth pulled himself to his feet and straightened his clothes. “Don’t worry. Ty will finish off your slice if you don’t like it.”
Damien continued to lie in bed after Ty put on his clothes. Damien turned in the sheets until he was the perfect picture of wanton innocence. “I thought I was dessert.”
Ty tugged off the sheets. “You, my love, are the main course. Get up before Aunt Millie comes up to find out what’s keeping us.”
Steps sounded on the stairs. Damien jumped up and pulled on his clothes. Ty stepped into the hall.
Kenneth rubbed his hand down Damien’s back. “You are the finest wine, the choicest meat, the most decedent dessert.”
Damien tucked his shirt in. “Hold that thought until after we eat.”
That wouldn’t be a problem. Kenneth had been holding that thought since he’d laid eyes on his beautiful, young lover.
I feel kind of unfeeling worried about myself when she's in pain (her leg is numb/in pain, so she has to lift it manually at times), but knowing the whole thing will land on me if she can't go on, stresses me out and stress is a very personal thing.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Easter, part three
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: 1k
Summary: Kenneth helps his men reconnect
Masterlist
Kenneth dragged the inflatable mattress into the empty space Ty was making on his old bedroom floor and unrolled it. He opened the valve and let it self-inflate.
Ty grinned and his eyes drank Kenneth in.He opened his mouth then closed it and looked at the doorway.
His aunt chatted away as she walked in with Damien. She carried a pile of ironed sheets and he had two quilts. She stopped mid sentence and frowned at Ty. “Why did you cover your bed with junk?”
Ty had made space on the floor, like he always did, by moving most of the stuff to the only clear, flat surface: the bed. Ty opened his mouth. Damien shook his head. Ty closed it. Kenneth stepped forward and took the sheets from Ty’s aunt. “Miss Amelia, I wish I’d known you wanted to change the bedsheets. The mattress could have waited.”
“No. No.” Ty’s aunt bustled about the room, straightening things and tucking others away. The room wasn’t really big enough for the twin bed, night stand, desk, chair, dresser, queen sized mattress and four people.
Three would be fine, especially if they were all on the mattress.
Ty’s aunt ripped the sheets off the twin and put on new ones. These were less faded then the ones she’d just removed, but otherwise the same. She changed the quilt to the one she’d been working on last year.
“Miss Amelia, is that a new quilt?”
Ty’s aunt blushed. “I know he won’t be able to tell in the dark, but Damien is too much of an angel to sleep in old bedding.”
Ty opened his mouth. Damien shook his head. Kenneth touched Ty’s arm. “Why don’t you get our luggage while I make the bed?”
Damien took Ty’s hand and led him out of the room. Kenneth kept Ty’s aunt busy with small talk so Ty and Damien could say what they needed to say.
Ty’s aunt stood up with a sigh and fluffed an already fluffy pillow. “That looks nice. Are you ready for dessert? I have pecan pie.”
Damien came in without looking up, his bag held tight against his chest. Ty followed with the straps to his and Kenneth’s bags clenched in his fists.
They would need some time. “We’ll be down when we’ve settled in.”
Ty’s aunt grinned at all of them. Damien managed a nod. She patted Ty’s arm on her way passed. “Such a sweet boy.”
Ty set the bags on the mattress and chatted with his aunt all the way down the stairs. Kenneth moved the bags to the closet side of the bed. At the bottom of the stairs Ty raced back up. He stepped into the room and closed the door. He pointed at the twin. “You aren’t sleeping there.”
Damien turned his face away. “She expects me to.”
Ty clenched and unclenched his fists. “I told her you were sleeping with us.”
“Which might be why she put him in our room.” Kenneth sat on the queen mattress and took off his shoes. Ty nodded and sighed. Good. Getting angry at his aunt or at Damien wasn’t going to help the situation.
“She just can’t wrap her mind around it.” Ty touched Damien’s cheek. Damien leaned into him and closed his eyes. Ty grinned. Maybe Kenneth should leave the two to make up. He grabbed his shoes.
Ty touched his shoulder. “Don’t go.”
Damien opened his eyes and licked his lips. “What if she comes?”
“She’s on the phone. That will keep her busy for a while.”
“But…”
Ty fell to his knees between the beds. “She expects you to use the twin. We’ll use it, but you are sleeping between us.”
He untucked his shirt and pulled it over his head. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have sex with a boy in my childhood bed.”
He reached for Damien and Damien melted against him.
Kenneth watched his lovers touch each other, but he stayed out of the embrace, except for digging out lube and condoms. This union was to bring Damien and Ty closer. Kenneth was there to get around the no ass rule that applied when they weren’t all together.
Kenneth didn’t mind. His men were handsome and gave themselves thoroughly. They were a work of art, beauty beyond compare. Watching was a religious experience and the very best porn imaginable.
He came right after Damien’s second time but he continued to stroke himself until Ty came. By then Damien was hard yet again.
Ty brought Damien off one more time and lay back. “He’s too much for me.”
Kenneth grinned. “You two are too much for me.”
Damien sighed. “I think you are just right.”
Ty laughed. “Thank you, but Kenneth is going to help next time.
Damien smile sexily at Kenneth. “Will you?”
Kenneth grinned back. “If you give me time to recover.”
Damien pouted. Kenneth crawled forward and kissed his cute lower lip. “Until then. Dessert is waiting downstairs. Pecan pie.”
Damien frowned. “A nut pie?”
Ty sat up and looked around. Kenneth passed up his clothes. Ty grinned and blew him a kiss. He gently pushed at Damien. “Get up and try it.”
Kenneth pulled himself to his feet and straightened his clothes. “Don’t worry. Ty will finish off your slice if you don’t like it.”
Damien continued to lie in bed after Ty put on his clothes. Damien turned in the sheets until he was the perfect picture of wanton innocence. “I thought I was dessert.”
Ty tugged off the sheets. “You, my love, are the main course. Get up before Aunt Millie comes up to find out what’s keeping us.”
Steps sounded on the stairs. Damien jumped up and pulled on his clothes. Ty stepped into the hall.
Kenneth rubbed his hand down Damien’s back. “You are the finest wine, the choicest meat, the most decedent dessert.”
Damien tucked his shirt in. “Hold that thought until after we eat.”
That wouldn’t be a problem. Kenneth had been holding that thought since he’d laid eyes on his beautiful, young lover.
