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"But it would be nice for a couple of days," he says wistfully. "Having everyone at the same place. Yeah?"
This is his home. With all its nasty underlying problems, this is where he grew up and laid his roots at. He'd be lost if he'd loose that anchor.
He's teasing but he's not much better when it comes to keeping it in his pants in regards to Midnight. It's a good thing they have such passion for each other after being together for such a long time.
"Now, shut up and kiss me," he murmurs as he yanks the artist down and claims his booze tasting mouth with a sloppy, eager kiss.
He gives the cat an equally cool look, their eyes meeting with understanding before she vanishes. Then Rook takes his time taking in the interior of the cabin, the homely splashes of colour and pictures, little details that tell him that this little man is very fond of his place here. He can spot the brothers easily in the photos, curiously peering at one where Ulysse is smiling. He hasn't seen that broad an expression on the man's face before and it's fascinating to see how it transforms his features. (Still radiantly beautiful.)
The rest of the men look either familiar or completely strange. He can spot the cop, Ulysse's boyfriend, confirmed more or less with the familiar way the dude is leaning against Ulysse in one of the pictures. There's Kai, the bartender and his nurse boyfriend. Damian, the buff waiter, and Arie, the third brother. Rook is pretty certain he saw the big man - obviously Midnight's - some time in the bar but doesn't know anything about him. It's a whole gallery, isn't it?
He gives a last glance at the photos before he lets his feet take him to a chair Midnight pointed out and takes a seat, grabbing the first sketchbook to fiddle through it carefully.
"I'm not picky," he says and means it. He'll drink whatever Midnight puts in front of him.
"Yeah, I'll be thinking dirty things about you the whole work day. And it's all your fault."
He reaches up to brush a few locks of Aidan's hair behind his ear and rubs his fingers through the bushy beard.
"Lets eat, before I eat you..."
How very thoughtful indeed. So thoughtful he's rewarded with a drink, too, and soon they're stepping away from the little truck with their goodies, looking for a shaded spot to eat.
"So, tell me about yourself, Brennan," he begins, absently licking up a bit of sauce that's threatening to dribble off the edge of his carton. "What's a nice guy like you doing in a town like this?"
It wouldn't be the first time it had happened to Ulysse, either. But he'd like to think he's older, now, and more experienced with such things to the point he's harder to slip by. And besides, it's not even guaranteed that Rook will come to the bar. He could very well just leave town and never come back.
"I know," he reassures quietly, reaching out to give a gentle squeeze to Arie's knee. "If he comes by, you can meet him and feel him out, too."
Arie's little symphony orchestra of lust is enough to make Damian's head spin and he has to pause with a little shuddering groan at the man's hip, mouthing at the hollow as he regroups. Then he's resuming his determined path down to Arie's dick, kissing all along the way and then over the hard length, and eager tremor going down his spine as he feels the fingers tugging at his hair.
His slicked up fingers find their way further down, messily smearing the warmed lube all along Arie's taint just to hear him whine a bit more, and they finally reach the puckered hole right as his lips close around the tip of the artist's dick. Damian's quite happily settling in to drive the smaller man crazy with pleasure.
"That's kinda how it's worked out this trip, right?" Surprisingly, and perhaps not entirely unpleasantly. Kimi's trying to be hopeful that things will turn out all right between him and Kai by the end of this visit.
He goes quiet for a moment and then takes a long swig of his beer before smacking his lips and suggesting gruffly, "We should all do something. Bonfire beach party or some shit like that. Dunno when everyone'll be in one place again, right?"
It could very easily send Kimi running for the hills by the end of it, but at least it would have been a more recent memory of the whole 'gang' back together, even if it's just for one hour or however long the peace lasts.
Kimi has no real response to that, though there's a faint tightening around his jaw as he goes silent because... it should be the same for him, shouldn't it? His mother's in the cemetery, his brother's here, this is where he grew up. Despil would probably be happier being closer to his twin. Not for the first time, Kimi wonders what the hell is wrong with him, but as usual, he doesn't say it out loud.
Instead, he grunts something or other, eyes locked on the engine as he works. Eventually he suggests lightly, "Maybe you two should just rent a sailboat to do that trip. I'm sure Kai and Aidan would be up for watching the house for you while you're off. Easier than trying to fix up that old rust bucket, especially when Midnight's so particular with it, right?"
The artist's laughter is muffled by the kiss and he's more than happy to lean into it, hands shifting to tangle in Grey's hair while cradling his head. While it's doubtful whether they'd succeed in making the windows fog up as Grey had 'promised', Midnight's certainly happy to make a good effort of it!
His fingers tighten a bit, fingertips lightly pressing against Grey's scalp like an affectionate cat kneading away. Judging by the soft moan hummed against Grey's lips, Midnight's definitely feeling very affectionate, cuddly and warm in the bigger man's lap and not too bothered about getting to bed any time soon.
Rook isn't made to hurry through the house at all, even when Midnight might notice him examining the various photos, or how he'd lingered over one of Ulysse caught mid-laugh. That in particular is a gem as far as Midnight's concerned, given how rarely his brother laughs so freely, and he's pleased people appreciate it.
"Yeah, but there must be something you're less picky about than others, right?" he shoots back as he prepares a mug.
"Black? Americano? Milk? Sugar?" A brief pause, and then with a cheeky grin, "Whiskey?"
There's a good shade under a tree that grows out of the pavement, the stoning cracked and old. Kind of like how the town feels itself.
"I like it here," he continues as he squints his gaze towards the sea. "And the locals need someone, who isn't in the pocket of the crime families. Call me sentimental if you like..."
Aidan's lips twitch and his lashes sweep down as he lowers his gaze with a little shrug. "All right," he agrees with a soft sigh, taking Kai by the hand and tugging him along to the table. Kai's chair is drawn out for him to sit, and then Aidan takes his own seat as they start to dig in.
"I'm guessing Arie might take the stage tonight at the bar," he comments. "Hopefully that will keep people from getting too rowdy?"
"Does it matter what I call you?" Jay asks drily, sparing Sean a sidelong glance as he starts munching away. "You do you, Brennan, and if it helps you sleep at night knowing you helped the local granny cross the sidewalk, so much the better."
Jay does what he can here and there, but he's no philanthropist. His mother and the world she'd brought her sons up in had made sure they'd be under no illusions of how filthy mankind could be on top of its hunger to devour any and all little flickers of goodness that might dare pop up.
"Must be lonely on the force, being the one of the few actually lawful officers in a town like this," he goes on, absently wondering if Sean has a support network of some sort. He must do, to remain so... positive. Without one, he would have been chewed up and spat out in a miserable little lump.
He shrugs as he gives Jay a sideways glance. "Honestly, I serve the people, not law. The side of this place that isn't tied up with the mob has my number, they call me instead of the police. Sure, it'd be nice to have a few guys at my back but I'll make a do."
He grins then, a little cheeky and a lot suggestive. "There are ways to alleviate loneliness, you know."
"Okay, that aside," he huffs a little, still holding onto Ulysse's hand because he can't get enough of reminding himself that he's close enough right now to touch his little brother. "How's life been?" Not that they don't talk almost every day over the phone but it's not the same as hanging out like this. "Still letting Sean bang you? You two gotta get off that horse and find some actually interesting partners."
He doesn't know which way is down and which is up, everything just hums with pleasure and need. His fingers are tight in Damian's hair, tugging and gripping, matching the desperate moan that he lets out when a wet, hot mouth closes around his length. Somewhere in there are fingers prodding at his crack and then circling his hole and it's so hard to know which way to push, back or forth, because both are amazing.
"Damian," he stutters out the man's name, pleading and eager.
Jay smirks at the suggestive shift and asks, "Is that right, handsome? Sounds like you've got that pretty locked down, then. Don't suppose I have a jealous lover I should be careful of while I'm around?"
In which case this has all just been friendly flirtatious banter. While it would be disappointing not to see more of the impressively long frame hidden under those clothes, Jay's not about to be a home wrecker of any kind just for a quick lay, thanks.
Ulysse huffs with a faint smile and shakes his head as he sits back. Still, he lets Arie keep his hand, idly linking their fingers together as he answers, "We're still enjoying each other's company now and then, yes. It's convenient and comfortable."
And they've spoken in the past and agreed that should either of them ever feel otherwise or find themselves pursuing someone else, there would be no hard feelings.
"Let's discuss your love life. That's more interesting than mine," Ulysse counters. "Are you going to try working things out with Damian while you're here?"
He finishes his beer and stands up, gathering the empty pizza box and takes it to the kitchen with the empty cans. Then he returns to the balcony and shakes out a cigarette from his pack, lighting it before handing it to Kimi, then another for himself. As he smokes, he leans on the railing and peers at his boyfriend, quietly gauging his mood. He had promised to fuck the fight out of him, but he seems rather peaceful right now, no jitters and no furrowed brows.
"Are you ready to talk about it or shall we get naked first?" he asks quietly, nothing but easy acceptance here, no mockery, no teasing.
"Sometimes a home is a place where you come back to," he says quietly, ignoring what Kimi rattles on about the boat and Midnight. "And there's nothing wrong with that. Sometimes you say longer, sometimes you need to get away. I take the boat out with Aidan at least once a month, we might stay the night out there. Or a couple of nights. It's a way to even the score." To bring down the chaos and find peace.
Damian doesn't seem at all inclined to make it any easier for Arie to decide how to move, content as he is to keep at it as he is because it seems to be driving the man tighter and tighter with pleasure. Arie sounds damn wonderful and Damian wants him to keep doing so.
Groaning quietly, Damian starts to suckle at the tip of the pearling dick, tongue eagerly lapping up each gleaming drop as it appears, his finger continuing to tease around the twitching hole before finally slipping in. Despite the frenzy of lust that had driven them to this point so fast, his pace is downright leisurely as he lets his finger slowly work its way deeper into the hot, willing body. Maybe he's teasing, or he just wants to draw this out for as long as he can. Either way, it's likely to be a torturous pace for Arie.
He doesn't give much quarter, though, and instead of continuing with an easy, languid kiss, he dips his tongue into Midnight's mouth and yanks him closer, kissing him with determination and passion. His arms fit around the smaller man, squeezing him nice and firm against his own body.
Kimi's definitely feeling more relaxed, that's for sure, and he definitely looks it, too, with how he's lounging back in his seat, head tipped back as he idly blows smoke rings up towards the darkening sky. But under it all, he can feel that ever-present tension that's threatening to rear its ugly head again if he gives it an inch, which is what talking about it would undoubtedly do.
So he grunts and reaches out to stub out his cigarette, then gets to his feet. "Naked first," he says, pausing a moment to stretch his arms over his head before smacking Despil playfully on the rear in passing. "Take your time, though. I'm gonna shower first so I'm squeaky clean for you, babe."
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