Thanks, /mod... kink meme mod... uh... I don't know what exactly I'm supposed to put there.
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This came out a HELL of a lot longer than I had anticipated. And I'm kind of disappointed with the way I wrote the... uh... sex. Oh, well.
For OP, fluffy smut! Or smutty fluff! Whatever. And I apologize if you're not happy with it; especially so if you don't like the humor because everything I've ever written has some form of crack in it. :(
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Garet glared at him. Papers were strewn about in a pitiful attempt to clear the table as they sat, scrutinizing each other.
It was poker night.
Isaac had come up with the idea one day, and they decided to stick with it. It was pretty much routine between them, play cards and discuss life… not that they had much to talk about since they were currently living together with their sons in the middle of nowhere. However, the games weren’t detrimental and helped provide them with some form of entertainment, so they humored themselves.
“Got any fives?” Garet purposely asked.
“We’re not playing Go Fish,” Isaac deadpanned, and then they went back to staring at each other.
It was like a routine. Garet would try to rile the other man up and have his attempts promptly put down. So he’d try something else, and then be put down again anyway. And after losing, he’d gripe over his cards and hand over a pocketful of coins to Isaac, which were immediately returned the next day.
Honestly, it was pretty damned sad, Garet mused.
Tyrell and Matthew wanted to try playing with them one day, and only that day, since they were bored out of their minds after they lost rather quickly. After that, the game went back to just the two of them as false hostilities arose. Matthew spent more time downstairs reading cheesy romance novels from Isaac’s no-longer-secret porn stash, while Tyrell went for the smut.
They didn’t mind. Garet knew that Isaac didn’t mean any his insults, and Isaac tolerated Garet’s obnoxious questions; they were a part of the game, after all. It got their minds off training.
…But…
These days, Isaac was becoming more impatient. More agitated. More… introverted.
Something was up.
At that enlightening thought, Garet had written a letter to Jenna, leaving Isaac to train the kids on using swords as he left to send it to Kalay. A few days later, a vaguely singed package arrived with an equally singed letter. Obviously, it was from Jenna, and Garet read its contents. What amounted to the letter was pretty much “Are you stupid?” and “Get him drunk.”
Needless to say, that threw him for a loop. Sure, the three of them knew each other the longest and trusted each other with their lives… and then there was that drunken threesome that they had in celebration after lighting the Mars Lighthouse. Mia had told them that Piers and Sheba had restrain Felix that night. It was just that, since they were married, Garet didn’t want to get in between them.
Apparently, Jenna didn’t mind.
Isaac coughed loudly, snapping Garet out of his thoughts. The blond pursed his lips, “Are you playing or not?”
Garet frowned.
“Well?”
“Let’s just call it a night. Whoever has the better hand wins, okay?” He put down his cards, three of a kind, and Isaac hesitated before doing the same, a pair.
He won. That wasn’t right. He never won against him in poker. Several coins were placed directly in front of him.
“Looks like I lose,” Isaac feigned a grin, smile not reaching his eyes, as he stood up and started reshuffling the cards into a pile. After finishing, he picked out several sheets of paper and went back to idly scribbling notes as he looked at Mt. Aleph from the window, wincing slightly from the soreness in his arms after practically a day’s worth of swinging a heavy broadsword.
Garet noticed the heavy bags under his eyes. “Isaac—“
“Go to sleep.”
Now he was getting angry. “And what about you?”
Isaac seemed to take the hint by the change in his tone. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll go to bed later.”
A Helping Hand: Revised 1/?
Copied and pasted from original fill:
This came out a HELL of a lot longer than I had anticipated. And I'm kind of disappointed with the way I wrote the... uh... sex. Oh, well.
For OP, fluffy smut! Or smutty fluff! Whatever. And I apologize if you're not happy with it; especially so if you don't like the humor because everything I've ever written has some form of crack in it. :(
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Garet glared at him. Papers were strewn about in a pitiful attempt to clear the table as they sat, scrutinizing each other.
It was poker night.
Isaac had come up with the idea one day, and they decided to stick with it. It was pretty much routine between them, play cards and discuss life… not that they had much to talk about since they were currently living together with their sons in the middle of nowhere. However, the games weren’t detrimental and helped provide them with some form of entertainment, so they humored themselves.
“Got any fives?” Garet purposely asked.
“We’re not playing Go Fish,” Isaac deadpanned, and then they went back to staring at each other.
It was like a routine. Garet would try to rile the other man up and have his attempts promptly put down. So he’d try something else, and then be put down again anyway. And after losing, he’d gripe over his cards and hand over a pocketful of coins to Isaac, which were immediately returned the next day.
Honestly, it was pretty damned sad, Garet mused.
Tyrell and Matthew wanted to try playing with them one day, and only that day, since they were bored out of their minds after they lost rather quickly. After that, the game went back to just the two of them as false hostilities arose. Matthew spent more time downstairs reading cheesy romance novels from Isaac’s no-longer-secret porn stash, while Tyrell went for the smut.
They didn’t mind. Garet knew that Isaac didn’t mean any his insults, and Isaac tolerated Garet’s obnoxious questions; they were a part of the game, after all. It got their minds off training.
…But…
These days, Isaac was becoming more impatient. More agitated. More… introverted.
Something was up.
At that enlightening thought, Garet had written a letter to Jenna, leaving Isaac to train the kids on using swords as he left to send it to Kalay. A few days later, a vaguely singed package arrived with an equally singed letter. Obviously, it was from Jenna, and Garet read its contents. What amounted to the letter was pretty much “Are you stupid?” and “Get him drunk.”
Needless to say, that threw him for a loop. Sure, the three of them knew each other the longest and trusted each other with their lives… and then there was that drunken threesome that they had in celebration after lighting the Mars Lighthouse. Mia had told them that Piers and Sheba had restrain Felix that night. It was just that, since they were married, Garet didn’t want to get in between them.
Apparently, Jenna didn’t mind.
Isaac coughed loudly, snapping Garet out of his thoughts. The blond pursed his lips, “Are you playing or not?”
Garet frowned.
“Well?”
“Let’s just call it a night. Whoever has the better hand wins, okay?” He put down his cards, three of a kind, and Isaac hesitated before doing the same, a pair.
He won. That wasn’t right. He never won against him in poker. Several coins were placed directly in front of him.
“Looks like I lose,” Isaac feigned a grin, smile not reaching his eyes, as he stood up and started reshuffling the cards into a pile. After finishing, he picked out several sheets of paper and went back to idly scribbling notes as he looked at Mt. Aleph from the window, wincing slightly from the soreness in his arms after practically a day’s worth of swinging a heavy broadsword.
Garet noticed the heavy bags under his eyes. “Isaac—“
“Go to sleep.”
Now he was getting angry. “And what about you?”
Isaac seemed to take the hint by the change in his tone. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll go to bed later.”
“You’d better.”
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