The Mansion of Men

Words on stage

Words on stage

There were benefits to giving someone with Porsche's wackiness access to a lot of money. Sometimes, Kinn wanted to interfere because Porsche was new to all this. He'd been head of the minor family for nearly a year now. But Kinn had been at this all his life.

There were somethings that just didn't need to be paid for.

It was hard to explain that to Porsche, though. Because, technically, it was his money now. If he was responsible for it's generation, he'd disperse it anyhow he wanted and there was nothing Kinn could do about it.

This time, it was a night at the theater, but the first rows had been cordoned off, along with the stage, when they'd arrived. He was led into the area where he found a very familiar set up of his former apartment. The one he used to share with Porsche when they first got together.

But it was on a stage. In a theater.

A man walked on stage. If Porsche wasn't sitting beside Kinn, his hand in Kinn's lap, Kinn would think he was the man on stage. When he sat on the replica of Kinn's bed, another man entered the stage. This time, he resembled Kim. But he didn't have the same flighty movement that Kinn's baby brother had. He was more flat on his feet with his chest out, almost like...

"Is that supposed to me?"

"Sshhhhh," Porsche said, moving behind Kinn, on the big plushy cushion that had been laid out for them as he sat down pulling Kinn to lean on him.

"Is this play about us?"

"Just enjoy the show."

And it was a good show. The two men kissed, they laughed, they shared a glass of wine that somehow ended up moving from one mouth to another in a way that would have been disgusting if Kinn wasn't watching it happen to a man that looked like Porsche. Because anything was sexy if was being done to Porsche.

As the clothes came off, and the men began speaking, teasing each other, saying dirty, sexy things to each other, Kinn paused. He realized that he recognized the dialogue.

Shit, he recognized the dialogue.

"Porsche, what's this?"

"Don't you know already?" Porsche asked, his hands unbuttoning Kinn's shirt. He leaned in to whisper. "It's your favorite story."

Kinn wanted to cringe away, but Porsche caught his earlobes between his teeth. Kinn gulped.

"It's not... it's not what you think."

"Are you going to deny that the most read story on your reading list is the one where we-"

Kinn turned around and covered Porsche's mouth with his hand.

"How did you find it?" Kinn asked. "How did you even find out about the site?"

"I went through your phone." Porsche resumed taking off Kinn's buttons, one by one. "Found your darling website." Pulled the shirt off, while the men on the stage had started to get down to business, with breathy moans sounding in the speakers around them. "What an extensive reading list you've got going."

"So you hired cast and crew to put it on a play?" Kinn asked, reaching back to touch Porsche while Porsche continued to undress him.

"I put a cast and crew on retainer for a bunch of plays. Would you like to see more?"

Of all the ways to spend money, this was probably the best. Right then and there, Kinn figured he'd never complain about Porsche's expenditure. He turned to Porsche, pulling him into a kiss.

"I love you."

"I know you do," Porsche said, as the first orgasm of the night hit, right on the stage.