Scribbles and Drabbles

Notebook Drabble 49 - Patrons

Written 2019

Rolf and Trey's relationship was unusual. They were married and had been for over 15 years. They lived together happily and had their own careers, both famous in their own rights and, therefore under the public spotlight a lot. What made it unusual was that they had an 'open' relationship. Something the press loved to talk about, and people followed avidly. Rolf kept his lover discreet. Trey, not so much.

Still, meeting your partner's lover was never a pleasant experience in public more so when it wasn't planned. Especially given the types of twinks Trey liked to go for. There was one thing on his side. Trey made sure he knew about every guy he flirted with, so he knew exactly who this little thing was.

21, with natural blonde hair, blue eyes, and a cute faint set of freckles over his nose and cheeks. His hair was immaculate, as were his nails, and he was wearing a stylish outfit showing off his slight figure. A pretty young thing with little substance to be seen but fun in bed according to try. So painfully Trey's type from head to toe that Rolf wanted to roll his eyes at the sight of him. He had nice legs, though, and from Trey's stories, a lovely ass too. But he couldn't see that at the moment as the boy stood in front of him, not quite able to look confident.

"Nice to meet you," Rolf smiled politely, wondering how the boy was going to be. "Seb, is it? Or are you Damian? I sometimes lose track of the names. We had a fair few go through recently. You're the aspiring model, aren't you?" he said offhandedly, leaning back relaxed and taking a sip of his wine. The man's face fell slightly. Rolf suspected because he had hoped Try hadn't told Rolf about him. They were all the same. They fell into Trey's bed happily, and they were confused about why Trey hadn't left Rolf for them.

"Daniel, actually," the young man said softly. "It's nice to meet you too," he shifted awkwardly like he wasn't sure what to do next. Which was when Rolf remembered Daniel was very green to this world.

"Is there something you want, Daniel? Trey isn't here tonight, as I'm sure to know," Rolf commented, offering a chair for Daniel to sit. Daniel looked around before sitting—the innocence of the action showed how inexperienced Daniel was. People didn't sit with the person they were taking their partner from. Daniel wasn't a trained housebreaker.

"Honestly, I have no idea. My friends seemed to think I was supposed to come over," Daniel admitted with a blush on his cheeks. "Make a scene, I guess?" he said almost hesitantly, clearly not really wanting to do so.

"Most likely," Rolf chuckled warmly. Rolf shifted slightly in his chair, smiling almost fondly. Daniel looked cute with a blush on his cheeks. He had nice lips, too. Boy was still learning to give decent blow jows, but he would certainly look good with a cock in his mouth. He let his knee brush against him, and Daniel's blush deepened slightly, and he looked almost warily at Rolf. "Daniel. My husband currently has three mistresses, including you. Did you know that?" From the pained look, no, he hadn't. "Most like the drama. If you do not. I'm happy with that. You'll last longer that way, too." he admitted.

Trey doesn't put up with lovers who bother you," Daniel nodded, his curled slightly but shifted closer to Rolf. "I told my friends that but..." he hesitantly.

"You need better friends," Rolf said bluntly but with sympathy. This bunny was far too new to the game to understand the rules. Chances were one of his friends wanted Trey to be sleeping with him. Trey had connections, and everyone knew it. He reached up and ran his hand through his hair, watching as Daniel smiled nervously.

"They are also the ones who encouraged me to sleep with Trey in the first place," Daniel exhaled. "Got any suggestions?" he asked, fluttering his eyes.

"Not really. Most of the types in your business are the same. Backstabbers and homebreakers. Friendly enough on the face of it, but any deeper and," Rolf shrugged. Daniel's face fell again, and Rolf felt almost bad for the young man. "What's your hobby, Daniel?" he asked gently.