"Just A Quickie"
#3 'Ménage a Trois?'
“You want to, don’t you?” Toulouse said with a grin.
Christian glanced sideways at him, “All right, I’ll admit it. When I see you looking at me every night, it makes me want to.”
Christian moved toward Toulouse, “So...where do we start?”
“Don’t look at me!” Toulouse said slightly alarmed, “I’ve never done anything like this before either.”
Christian looked at the small man incredulously.
“I’m serious!” Toulouse replied.
“What if you go down there,” Christian suggested, eager to get things moving.
“No, no that doesn’t make any sense. I’m too short to go there” Toulouse replied using height to his advantage for once, “I need to go on top.”
“Fine. You’re above me...just be careful” Christian resigned.
Toulouse stood back and surveyed the situation,” That’s quite a big hole...I hope I’ve got what we need to fill it.”
“Okay, enough talk, more action,” Christian said motioning for Toulouse to move.
Almost reluctantly Christian positioned himself below Toulouse. Toulouse picked up his lath and swung it around roughly behind Christian.
“Ooow! Careful back there...do that again and I’m going up there and you can come down here!” Christian threatened.
Christian lifted his hands to help Toulouse, but he paused, “I can’t, I can’t do it. ...It’s too hard”
“Christian, there’s no such thing as ‘too hard’. It will fit, just, just give me a minute” Toulouse said encouraging him.
“All right, I’m trusting you,” Christian said.
After 10 minutes of careful positioning, a lot of grunting and plenty of grinding, Toulouse became frustrated and was now ready to give up.
“I give up,” he exclaimed, about to stand up.
“Don’t you dare pull out on me Toulouse, not now,” Christian warned, “We’ve come this far...if we do this properly hopefully it will just be the one time.”
Christian wasn’t having a bad time, but it wasn’t something he wished to do on a regular basis.
They settled into a steady rhythm, pounding away, and were so distracted that they didn’t hear Satine knock on the garret door and then enter.
Satine closed the door behind her and stood, surprised at the scene before her. It was not something she expected to see “her boys” doing. However, Satine couldn’t help but become aroused by the view and hypnotic movement of Christian’s behind. She smiled at the way his body perspired, causing his white cotton top to cling tightly to his chest.
Momentarily Toulouse became aware of Satine’s presence and out of respect, stopped what he was doing, causing Christian to stop and look behind him.
“You two look like you’re having fun,” Satine smirked.
Christian grinned back at Satine in response; happy to see her.
“...You want to join us?” Toulouse asked, eager to include the Sparkling Diamond, “It might be better with three of us.”
Satine thought for a moment, ‘It could be fun,’ but then reconsidered.
“No...thanks...but do you mind if I watch” she said grinning, “or would you rather I leave?”
“Do whatever you fancy,” Christian replied.
Satine pulled up a wooden chair beside the bed, and tentatively the pair got back down to business.
Christian was distracted by Satine and his glance kept on drifting in her direction to see if she was still watching.
Her gaze never faltered and she was almost a little upset to hear Toulouse announce, “Almost done, I’m coming down in a second.”
Momentarily Christian got off the ladder and stood by Satine’s side at the bed, and they were soon joined by Toulouse.
“I think we did a pretty good job,” Christian said admiring their handy work.
“Let’s hear it for the boys!” Toulouse cheered.
“It’s about time you fixed that hole in the roof,” Satine said, “I thought it was going to stay like that forever.”