Magic Of: Three
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Rather than a call, Corin received a text from Etienne.
It read: new stock in fri come prepared to tell all xoxoxo
While Corin was still reading it his phone buzzed again with another message.
how many cousins do you have anyway? bring pics
Actually, they had what seemed like thousands, but none of them lived close, and most of them wouldn't be of much interest to Etienne. He'd have to make do with Corin instead-- or actually, not make do, because he was going to at least wait a couple weeks before asking Simeon if he could sleep with Etienne. Maybe.
None of which was any reason for him to not go see Etienne, to find out exactly what had been going on there with him and Simeon and buy a little something for his Friday-night date. His last midterm project was due in the morning; he could go to the shop in the afternoon, and still be at Simeon's in time to annoy him while he cooked.
He was sure Simeon thought it was true, but Corin wasn't quite buying the 'just fuckbuddies' thing.
I have school Friday morning, see you after lunch? he replied.
It didn't take more than a minute to get an answer back.
not for lunch? :( :( :( will put some things aside! kisses!
Corin would just have to turn down that bridge when he got to it; for now it was enough that he was neatly avoiding Etienne's lunch half-hour. Etienne was probably just joking around, anyway. (Corin hoped, even though it seemed somewhat foolish given what he knew of Etienne.)
When he did make it to the shop, Etienne was busy with a couple of other customers, which gave Corin plenty of time to marvel at his outfit. Granted, he did know that Etienne's mum owned the shop, which was probably the reason a guy-- even a flamboyant one-- got away with working at a women's lingerie shop, but even so this was pushing it.
Short-shorts, and a tank-top so painted on his name-badge surely had to be piercing his nipple. Okay, so Corin had worn similar outfits, but only out clubbing, and not with heels. (Like Etienne wasn't already a towering giant without them.)
He'd also seen Corin looking, judging by the amount of unnecessary bending over and constant re-application of lip-gloss.
The customers seemed quite interested in the proceedings, looking over their shoulder at Corin and giggling and one of them even grabbed Etienne's ass. Etienne just smiled even wider, and said using the most affected speech that Corin had heard from him yet, "Sorry, sister, I don't swing that way."
And he looked pointedly at Corin, which set the women to giggling again.
Corin did his best to look casual, but a guy in a women's lingerie store was anything but casual, even a guy like Corin who was trying really damn hard. Lucky for him, the women purchased the bras they had picked out and left.
With a smile, Etienne walked halfway out from behind the counter and leaned on the end, his round ass now on perfect display. Corin had to admit that the heels worked wonders, even though-- "Did you honestly need another three inches in height?"
Etienne tossed his hair and tilted his head to the side, displaying his long neck. He at least knew his best attributes and how to display them. "Why should I work to show off my assets when the heels do it for me?"
No arguing with that. Corin laughed, shaking his head. "Duly noted."
"Good," Etienne purred. "This time of the day is usually pretty slow, at least until four--" which was in two hours "--so if you want to fuck me, now's the time."
Well, at least Etienne wasn't beating around the bush. "I can't fuck you."
"Your dick broken?" A smirk was playing on Etienne's lips, threatening to take over his entire expression.
"No, it's Sim-- Simeon-- you know he's the jealous sort." The fact that Corin was having to explain this would either bode well, because it meant Etienne really liked both of them, or not well, because Etienne didn't know the meaning of the word no when it came to sex.
The smirk won, triumphantly taking over Etienne's expression. "What he doesn't know..."
"Ethics," Corin said, with a shrug. "I have them."
Etienne pouted prettily. "That's no fair."
"It is perfectly fair," Corin said, quite seriously. "If you wanted to date him, you had ample opportunity." And Corin was fairly sure that Simeon would have said yes. (And promptly broken up with Etienne after a week, but that was neither here nor there.)
"Who said anything about dating?" Etienne asked. If it hadn't been for the heels Corin could imagine him stamping his feet like a toddler. "I never said I wanted to date Simeon."
No, he just acted like it. Corin was beginning to understand Simeon and Etienne's relationship, he thought. A change of subject was in order: "Give me the dirt on his kinks."
"Me in skirts."
"Aside from the obvious."
Etienne grinned. "Being a bossy, teasing, bastard. He'll say he's not into voyeurism but he doesn't mind getting a show, I can tell you that. Just not anything in public-- I've tried, darling, trust me." He paused, and then continued, sounding less certain. "Bondage, I suppose-- I brought a collar once, leather, dark brown, not black, it looks fantastic on me. Simeon's never really said. I told him all about my kinks, you know."
Corin is sure he did. In detail. The first time he ever met Etienne, he'd managed to turn the conversation to the subject of outdoor sex and Etienne's preference for fields or parks over beaches (sand was the problem, apparently).
He decided not to mention that Simeon had told him quite a few stories, mostly in the form of semi-drunken bragging. But for the most part he was pretty close-mouthed about his personal life; Corin had always liked to think that he was the only one that got to hear those stories. "He's a bit-- shy, sometimes."
"Bet he tells you everything," Etienne said, voice dark and jealous and yeah, Simeon and Etienne needed to sort this thing out because Corin had been hoping to at the very least remain friends with Etienne while he was dating Simeon. Difficult if one of them was in jealous rages and the other was completely oblivious to the fact that he'd just ended an actual relationship.
For now, he changed the subject. "You said you put some stuff aside for me?"
Etienne was instantly all smiles again. "Ooh yes, there's this new brand, they do the cutest little lace shorts, not frilly or anything, I promise. No ruffles. So glad I put a pair away for you because they've been just flying out the door, I swear."
He pouted again when Corin firmly kept the changing room curtain shut, but really, he thought, Etienne didn't need any more encouragement. If he'd been a dog he'd be the sort that people described as requiring 'firm handling'. Translation: an absolute terror in need of a lot of training.
Between that and Etienne's comments about collars earlier Corin was getting some interesting mental images. "I like the shorts," he called, through the curtain.
"Knew you would," came the reply, suitably smug-sounding. "--have plans, then?"
Not very subtle, but then again, Etienne generally wasn't. "He's making me dinner. Lasagne." He would take the lace shorts, Corin decided. The purple thing at the bottom of the pile had probably been Etienne's idea of a joke, so he wouldn't bother trying that one on.
"How domestic," Etienne replied. "Didn't know he cooked. Any good?"
Really, really not very subtle. "Yeah, but he's kind of lazy so he doesn't do it very often." Corin wriggled back into his jeans and pushed the curtain. "I guess-- just the shorts." He couldn't really afford to keep buying more stuff, even with the discounts.
Etienne flicked the rest into a basket with some cast-off bras and flounced off to the till, Corin's new panties in hand. By the time Corin got his shoes back on and reached the counter they were bagged and sealed. Etienne held the bag out with a sort of half-smile. "Happy Birthday. Let me know if he likes them."
✖
Corin debated showing up early to Simeon's-- he actually left early-- but by the time he was closer to Sim's place he second-guessed himself. Instead, he turned down a different street and stopped off at a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop for ten minutes. He didn't order anything, coffee being the very last thing he needed at this very moment, and just. Played with his phone. Resisted the urge to go back home and say forget all of this, because knowing Simeon the dating thing wouldn't last anyway.
This is stupid he thought. It really was, assuming that he knew what would happen based on Simeon's past relationships. None of them had been with people he'd known beforehand, so it stood to reason that this one would be different.
He took a few deep breaths: inhale, one-two-three-four-five. exhale, one-two-three-four-five.
Right. Date. It didn't matter if he arrived early or not, really. Simeon knew that Corin was pretty strict about his time-keeping, so he might even be expecting it.
With that thought in mind, Corin left the coffee shop and headed for Simeon's place.
Simeon answered the door before Corin had to knock a second time, wearing an apron that was a bit heavy for cooking-- he probably wore it for metal-working-- but probably served the purpose just fine. And he looked cute as hell wearing that and jeans and no shirt.
"So I wouldn't mess the shirt up," Simeon said, once Corin had kissed him hello and asked about it.
Corin couldn't help a smile. "You're dressing up for me?"
Simeon's laugh was at once uncomfortable and amused. "Well-- kind of-- but you have a button-up on too, I see."
"Mmm," Corin hummed, sliding one hand under the heavy apron and tweaking one of Simeon's nipples.
"The lasagna does need time to cool." Simeon's pupils were starting to dilate, and his voice had gone a bit breathy.
"I don't do quickies." Corin leaned up and pressed a kiss against Simeon's cheek. "But I would not be averse to cuddling with you on the couch until the lasagna's properly cooled."
And so they cuddled, and talked of nothing important-- school projects-- and the dinner cooled and then they ate. Corin could feel the pull of the relationship the whole time, the want to just pin Simeon to the nearest flat surface and have his way.
The lasagna was good, too. Delicious, even, but Corin was careful not to eat too much because he really did want to nail Simeon later. (Food comas: so not sexy.)
"So, for dessert," Simeon said, and paused.
Corin just grinned at him. He knew what he was supposed to say; he wasn't going to make Simeon's life any easier because watching him squirm was fun. And hot, very hot.
"Jerk," Simeon muttered, and pushed his hair back and walked around the table. Corin tipped his face up for the kiss gladly, fingers tangling in Simeon's hair. It was a slow sort of kiss, gradually moving from chaste to Simeon's tongue licking across Corin's lips to sliding between them.
By the time it broke, Corin's head was so muddled that he'd forgotten what he was going to say, except that it had been a zinger. But it wasn't like that mattered, truly, not with Simeon pulling back Corin's chair and sliding into his lap then and there.
And damn the roommates, anyway, wherever they were, because Simeon was gorgeous and the weight and pressure of him delicious. All of Corin's nervousness suddenly seemed so silly, when right here he had such evidence of their mutual attraction. He wrapped his arms around Simeon's waist and pulled him close and kissed for everything he was worth.
"Cute panties?" Simeon asked, panting the words out between kisses.
"I should hope so," Corin said, and hesitated a moment before testing out, "Etienne gave me some for my birthday."
Simeon's head tilted just the slightest bit and he pressed his lips together into a thin, disapproving line. He missed a beat before replying, "Along with the white ones, you mean?"
Corin wriggled a little, delighting in the way Simeon's eyes slid shut and his head tipped back. Gorgeous, with the top two buttons of the dark green shirt unbuttoned and exposing even more flesh than usual. The question here was: how far did Corin want to push things?
Or rather, what would Simeon do if Corin did push? "He gave them to me this afternoon, actually. I stopped by the shop thinking I'd buy something new for you to see--" not that most of Corin's panties weren't new to Simeon, but it was still nice to add to the collection "--and ended up trying on a few, so he gave them to me."
Now that look was six parts delicious, one part amusing, and one part pitiful. Not bad at all. Corin kissed him deeply, insistent hand on the back of Simeon's head keeping him from pulling away before Corin wanted him to.
"Your jealousy is duly noted but completely unfounded. I'm not interested in Etienne; I'm interested in you." Not strictly true, since he had half a thought about threesomes because Simeon's jealousy was unlikely actually from the idea of Corin sleeping with Etienne. Which meant it was something else which meant--
Simeon's hand was finding some rather interesting things to do to Corin's nipples, through the scratchy fabric of the dress shirt he wore so rarely. Maybe he'd think about this at another time; some time when he didn't have a lap full of Simeon and a mind full of arousal.
But for now... dessert.
✖
Simeon had a feeling that Etienne was planning something-- probably involving gifts of embarrassing underwear or emailing Corin pictures of Simeon's ass from the time he'd been stupid enough to fall asleep in the presence of both a bored Etienne and marker pens.
Considering he'd half-expected some sort of full-blown drama-queen fit complete with screaming and glitter and all the slamming of doors that generally went with Etienne losing his temper, everything had gone quite smoothly.
What with Corin snuggling close in Simeon's bed all tousled and adorable, he was in the mood to feel optimistic. "Bathroom," he whispered, and Corin mumbled something in response and let Simeon go, a little reluctantly.
It wasn't until he was on his way back that he noticed the light flashing from his phone, where he'd left it charging in the living room. He picked it up, just in case he'd missed a call that was in some way important.
Fourteen missed calls. All of them from Etienne.
That was only slightly less subtle than Etienne's usual tantrums. There was a message on his answerphone, too, which for a moment he just considered deleting. The chances that it was anything other than Etienne complaining about being ignored were fairly slim.
It started with the hum of background noise from wherever it was Etienne had been out, and then a rather petulant "You're not answering your phone, Simeon." A pause, and a soft giggle. "I bet I know why."
Simeon frowned. It was hard to tell with all the noise in the background, but was Etienne drunk when he'd left this message? Etienne, in Simeon's experience, didn't get drunk. Got other people drunk, yes. Faked being tipsier than he was for attention, certainly. Honestly getting as drunk as he sounded on the phone right now-- never, in the time Simeon had known him.
"I--" the message continued "have been dancing. I was going to invite you but you're obviously busy so you are disinvited hin-- hence-- from now."
He should really, Simeon thought, just hang up on the message and save himself the second-hand embarrassment. Then lie through his teeth if Etienne were to ask whether or not he'd listened to it.
He didn't, though. There couldn't, mercifully, be much more of it before Etienne's time ran out, anyway. "Anyway, I'm completely fine, so you just go ahead and have fun without me, you bastard, I don't need you anyway there are twins here, they're Lebanese. That's from Lebanon, and they're all over me so fuck you."
Simeon thought for a moment that was the end, but it was followed by swearing and Etienne's voice again, "--stupid buttons." before the message finally cut off.
He didn't for a second believe the bit about the twins. If Etienne-- I don't even believe in relationships Etienne-- had really been getting that sort of attention he wouldn't have been drunk-dialling Simeon while sounding like he was about to burst into tears.
He deleted the message and wandered back into the bedroom, wondering if he should mention it to Corin. As it turned out, he didn't have much of a choice-- Corin was sitting up in bed holding his own phone and looking vaguely concerned. "I just got a message from Etienne."
"Twins from Lebanon?" Simeon asked, snorting.
Corin shook his head. "Triplets, and I think they were Canadian. Look, I know you broke it off with him, but..."
Simeon looked up from his phone abruptly-- he was totally not constructing a text or anything. "But what?"
"Nevermind," Corin said, shaking his head again. "Get down here and kiss me, hmm? Otherwise I'll sit here imagining Etienne in a skirt."
"Can't have that," Simeon said, and set to doing everything he could to ensure the opposite, even though Etienne in a skirt was a bit difficult to not think of.
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It read: new stock in fri come prepared to tell all xoxoxo
While Corin was still reading it his phone buzzed again with another message.
how many cousins do you have anyway? bring pics
Actually, they had what seemed like thousands, but none of them lived close, and most of them wouldn't be of much interest to Etienne. He'd have to make do with Corin instead-- or actually, not make do, because he was going to at least wait a couple weeks before asking Simeon if he could sleep with Etienne. Maybe.
None of which was any reason for him to not go see Etienne, to find out exactly what had been going on there with him and Simeon and buy a little something for his Friday-night date. His last midterm project was due in the morning; he could go to the shop in the afternoon, and still be at Simeon's in time to annoy him while he cooked.
He was sure Simeon thought it was true, but Corin wasn't quite buying the 'just fuckbuddies' thing.
I have school Friday morning, see you after lunch? he replied.
It didn't take more than a minute to get an answer back.
not for lunch? :( :( :( will put some things aside! kisses!
Corin would just have to turn down that bridge when he got to it; for now it was enough that he was neatly avoiding Etienne's lunch half-hour. Etienne was probably just joking around, anyway. (Corin hoped, even though it seemed somewhat foolish given what he knew of Etienne.)
When he did make it to the shop, Etienne was busy with a couple of other customers, which gave Corin plenty of time to marvel at his outfit. Granted, he did know that Etienne's mum owned the shop, which was probably the reason a guy-- even a flamboyant one-- got away with working at a women's lingerie shop, but even so this was pushing it.
Short-shorts, and a tank-top so painted on his name-badge surely had to be piercing his nipple. Okay, so Corin had worn similar outfits, but only out clubbing, and not with heels. (Like Etienne wasn't already a towering giant without them.)
He'd also seen Corin looking, judging by the amount of unnecessary bending over and constant re-application of lip-gloss.
The customers seemed quite interested in the proceedings, looking over their shoulder at Corin and giggling and one of them even grabbed Etienne's ass. Etienne just smiled even wider, and said using the most affected speech that Corin had heard from him yet, "Sorry, sister, I don't swing that way."
And he looked pointedly at Corin, which set the women to giggling again.
Corin did his best to look casual, but a guy in a women's lingerie store was anything but casual, even a guy like Corin who was trying really damn hard. Lucky for him, the women purchased the bras they had picked out and left.
With a smile, Etienne walked halfway out from behind the counter and leaned on the end, his round ass now on perfect display. Corin had to admit that the heels worked wonders, even though-- "Did you honestly need another three inches in height?"
Etienne tossed his hair and tilted his head to the side, displaying his long neck. He at least knew his best attributes and how to display them. "Why should I work to show off my assets when the heels do it for me?"
No arguing with that. Corin laughed, shaking his head. "Duly noted."
"Good," Etienne purred. "This time of the day is usually pretty slow, at least until four--" which was in two hours "--so if you want to fuck me, now's the time."
Well, at least Etienne wasn't beating around the bush. "I can't fuck you."
"Your dick broken?" A smirk was playing on Etienne's lips, threatening to take over his entire expression.
"No, it's Sim-- Simeon-- you know he's the jealous sort." The fact that Corin was having to explain this would either bode well, because it meant Etienne really liked both of them, or not well, because Etienne didn't know the meaning of the word no when it came to sex.
The smirk won, triumphantly taking over Etienne's expression. "What he doesn't know..."
"Ethics," Corin said, with a shrug. "I have them."
Etienne pouted prettily. "That's no fair."
"It is perfectly fair," Corin said, quite seriously. "If you wanted to date him, you had ample opportunity." And Corin was fairly sure that Simeon would have said yes. (And promptly broken up with Etienne after a week, but that was neither here nor there.)
"Who said anything about dating?" Etienne asked. If it hadn't been for the heels Corin could imagine him stamping his feet like a toddler. "I never said I wanted to date Simeon."
No, he just acted like it. Corin was beginning to understand Simeon and Etienne's relationship, he thought. A change of subject was in order: "Give me the dirt on his kinks."
"Me in skirts."
"Aside from the obvious."
Etienne grinned. "Being a bossy, teasing, bastard. He'll say he's not into voyeurism but he doesn't mind getting a show, I can tell you that. Just not anything in public-- I've tried, darling, trust me." He paused, and then continued, sounding less certain. "Bondage, I suppose-- I brought a collar once, leather, dark brown, not black, it looks fantastic on me. Simeon's never really said. I told him all about my kinks, you know."
Corin is sure he did. In detail. The first time he ever met Etienne, he'd managed to turn the conversation to the subject of outdoor sex and Etienne's preference for fields or parks over beaches (sand was the problem, apparently).
He decided not to mention that Simeon had told him quite a few stories, mostly in the form of semi-drunken bragging. But for the most part he was pretty close-mouthed about his personal life; Corin had always liked to think that he was the only one that got to hear those stories. "He's a bit-- shy, sometimes."
"Bet he tells you everything," Etienne said, voice dark and jealous and yeah, Simeon and Etienne needed to sort this thing out because Corin had been hoping to at the very least remain friends with Etienne while he was dating Simeon. Difficult if one of them was in jealous rages and the other was completely oblivious to the fact that he'd just ended an actual relationship.
For now, he changed the subject. "You said you put some stuff aside for me?"
Etienne was instantly all smiles again. "Ooh yes, there's this new brand, they do the cutest little lace shorts, not frilly or anything, I promise. No ruffles. So glad I put a pair away for you because they've been just flying out the door, I swear."
He pouted again when Corin firmly kept the changing room curtain shut, but really, he thought, Etienne didn't need any more encouragement. If he'd been a dog he'd be the sort that people described as requiring 'firm handling'. Translation: an absolute terror in need of a lot of training.
Between that and Etienne's comments about collars earlier Corin was getting some interesting mental images. "I like the shorts," he called, through the curtain.
"Knew you would," came the reply, suitably smug-sounding. "--have plans, then?"
Not very subtle, but then again, Etienne generally wasn't. "He's making me dinner. Lasagne." He would take the lace shorts, Corin decided. The purple thing at the bottom of the pile had probably been Etienne's idea of a joke, so he wouldn't bother trying that one on.
"How domestic," Etienne replied. "Didn't know he cooked. Any good?"
Really, really not very subtle. "Yeah, but he's kind of lazy so he doesn't do it very often." Corin wriggled back into his jeans and pushed the curtain. "I guess-- just the shorts." He couldn't really afford to keep buying more stuff, even with the discounts.
Etienne flicked the rest into a basket with some cast-off bras and flounced off to the till, Corin's new panties in hand. By the time Corin got his shoes back on and reached the counter they were bagged and sealed. Etienne held the bag out with a sort of half-smile. "Happy Birthday. Let me know if he likes them."
Corin debated showing up early to Simeon's-- he actually left early-- but by the time he was closer to Sim's place he second-guessed himself. Instead, he turned down a different street and stopped off at a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop for ten minutes. He didn't order anything, coffee being the very last thing he needed at this very moment, and just. Played with his phone. Resisted the urge to go back home and say forget all of this, because knowing Simeon the dating thing wouldn't last anyway.
This is stupid he thought. It really was, assuming that he knew what would happen based on Simeon's past relationships. None of them had been with people he'd known beforehand, so it stood to reason that this one would be different.
He took a few deep breaths: inhale, one-two-three-four-five. exhale, one-two-three-four-five.
Right. Date. It didn't matter if he arrived early or not, really. Simeon knew that Corin was pretty strict about his time-keeping, so he might even be expecting it.
With that thought in mind, Corin left the coffee shop and headed for Simeon's place.
Simeon answered the door before Corin had to knock a second time, wearing an apron that was a bit heavy for cooking-- he probably wore it for metal-working-- but probably served the purpose just fine. And he looked cute as hell wearing that and jeans and no shirt.
"So I wouldn't mess the shirt up," Simeon said, once Corin had kissed him hello and asked about it.
Corin couldn't help a smile. "You're dressing up for me?"
Simeon's laugh was at once uncomfortable and amused. "Well-- kind of-- but you have a button-up on too, I see."
"Mmm," Corin hummed, sliding one hand under the heavy apron and tweaking one of Simeon's nipples.
"The lasagna does need time to cool." Simeon's pupils were starting to dilate, and his voice had gone a bit breathy.
"I don't do quickies." Corin leaned up and pressed a kiss against Simeon's cheek. "But I would not be averse to cuddling with you on the couch until the lasagna's properly cooled."
And so they cuddled, and talked of nothing important-- school projects-- and the dinner cooled and then they ate. Corin could feel the pull of the relationship the whole time, the want to just pin Simeon to the nearest flat surface and have his way.
The lasagna was good, too. Delicious, even, but Corin was careful not to eat too much because he really did want to nail Simeon later. (Food comas: so not sexy.)
"So, for dessert," Simeon said, and paused.
Corin just grinned at him. He knew what he was supposed to say; he wasn't going to make Simeon's life any easier because watching him squirm was fun. And hot, very hot.
"Jerk," Simeon muttered, and pushed his hair back and walked around the table. Corin tipped his face up for the kiss gladly, fingers tangling in Simeon's hair. It was a slow sort of kiss, gradually moving from chaste to Simeon's tongue licking across Corin's lips to sliding between them.
By the time it broke, Corin's head was so muddled that he'd forgotten what he was going to say, except that it had been a zinger. But it wasn't like that mattered, truly, not with Simeon pulling back Corin's chair and sliding into his lap then and there.
And damn the roommates, anyway, wherever they were, because Simeon was gorgeous and the weight and pressure of him delicious. All of Corin's nervousness suddenly seemed so silly, when right here he had such evidence of their mutual attraction. He wrapped his arms around Simeon's waist and pulled him close and kissed for everything he was worth.
"Cute panties?" Simeon asked, panting the words out between kisses.
"I should hope so," Corin said, and hesitated a moment before testing out, "Etienne gave me some for my birthday."
Simeon's head tilted just the slightest bit and he pressed his lips together into a thin, disapproving line. He missed a beat before replying, "Along with the white ones, you mean?"
Corin wriggled a little, delighting in the way Simeon's eyes slid shut and his head tipped back. Gorgeous, with the top two buttons of the dark green shirt unbuttoned and exposing even more flesh than usual. The question here was: how far did Corin want to push things?
Or rather, what would Simeon do if Corin did push? "He gave them to me this afternoon, actually. I stopped by the shop thinking I'd buy something new for you to see--" not that most of Corin's panties weren't new to Simeon, but it was still nice to add to the collection "--and ended up trying on a few, so he gave them to me."
Now that look was six parts delicious, one part amusing, and one part pitiful. Not bad at all. Corin kissed him deeply, insistent hand on the back of Simeon's head keeping him from pulling away before Corin wanted him to.
"Your jealousy is duly noted but completely unfounded. I'm not interested in Etienne; I'm interested in you." Not strictly true, since he had half a thought about threesomes because Simeon's jealousy was unlikely actually from the idea of Corin sleeping with Etienne. Which meant it was something else which meant--
Simeon's hand was finding some rather interesting things to do to Corin's nipples, through the scratchy fabric of the dress shirt he wore so rarely. Maybe he'd think about this at another time; some time when he didn't have a lap full of Simeon and a mind full of arousal.
But for now... dessert.
Simeon had a feeling that Etienne was planning something-- probably involving gifts of embarrassing underwear or emailing Corin pictures of Simeon's ass from the time he'd been stupid enough to fall asleep in the presence of both a bored Etienne and marker pens.
Considering he'd half-expected some sort of full-blown drama-queen fit complete with screaming and glitter and all the slamming of doors that generally went with Etienne losing his temper, everything had gone quite smoothly.
What with Corin snuggling close in Simeon's bed all tousled and adorable, he was in the mood to feel optimistic. "Bathroom," he whispered, and Corin mumbled something in response and let Simeon go, a little reluctantly.
It wasn't until he was on his way back that he noticed the light flashing from his phone, where he'd left it charging in the living room. He picked it up, just in case he'd missed a call that was in some way important.
Fourteen missed calls. All of them from Etienne.
That was only slightly less subtle than Etienne's usual tantrums. There was a message on his answerphone, too, which for a moment he just considered deleting. The chances that it was anything other than Etienne complaining about being ignored were fairly slim.
It started with the hum of background noise from wherever it was Etienne had been out, and then a rather petulant "You're not answering your phone, Simeon." A pause, and a soft giggle. "I bet I know why."
Simeon frowned. It was hard to tell with all the noise in the background, but was Etienne drunk when he'd left this message? Etienne, in Simeon's experience, didn't get drunk. Got other people drunk, yes. Faked being tipsier than he was for attention, certainly. Honestly getting as drunk as he sounded on the phone right now-- never, in the time Simeon had known him.
"I--" the message continued "have been dancing. I was going to invite you but you're obviously busy so you are disinvited hin-- hence-- from now."
He should really, Simeon thought, just hang up on the message and save himself the second-hand embarrassment. Then lie through his teeth if Etienne were to ask whether or not he'd listened to it.
He didn't, though. There couldn't, mercifully, be much more of it before Etienne's time ran out, anyway. "Anyway, I'm completely fine, so you just go ahead and have fun without me, you bastard, I don't need you anyway there are twins here, they're Lebanese. That's from Lebanon, and they're all over me so fuck you."
Simeon thought for a moment that was the end, but it was followed by swearing and Etienne's voice again, "--stupid buttons." before the message finally cut off.
He didn't for a second believe the bit about the twins. If Etienne-- I don't even believe in relationships Etienne-- had really been getting that sort of attention he wouldn't have been drunk-dialling Simeon while sounding like he was about to burst into tears.
He deleted the message and wandered back into the bedroom, wondering if he should mention it to Corin. As it turned out, he didn't have much of a choice-- Corin was sitting up in bed holding his own phone and looking vaguely concerned. "I just got a message from Etienne."
"Twins from Lebanon?" Simeon asked, snorting.
Corin shook his head. "Triplets, and I think they were Canadian. Look, I know you broke it off with him, but..."
Simeon looked up from his phone abruptly-- he was totally not constructing a text or anything. "But what?"
"Nevermind," Corin said, shaking his head again. "Get down here and kiss me, hmm? Otherwise I'll sit here imagining Etienne in a skirt."
"Can't have that," Simeon said, and set to doing everything he could to ensure the opposite, even though Etienne in a skirt was a bit difficult to not think of.
