Triple Threat

God idek how to content warn this chapter - Fraser and James share some fantasy/roleplay/dirty talk about Fraser being physically violent, in order to help Fraser process some complicated feelings about Robbie's ex popping up again. James mentions stuff like Fraser beating someone up, there are brief mentions of blood - but again, it's all just dirty talk, there's no actual violence.

Also I trash talk both London and Manhattan. I'm not sorry about that part, I just wanted to make sure I set the tone right from the start; London and Manhattan suck.

Love, Cam

♡

Fraser MacLean

James helps me come to terms with my feelings by making it horny

I was a tiny bit nervous about going away for two days so close to Christmas, but Jenny and Ralph had pleaded with me to go away, because apparently I was the one stressing everyone else.

"Just leave," Jenny had told me. "Go and drink a lot of cocktails and enjoy a party and leave us alone. You keep making faces when people order the festive drinks!"

"I hate gimmicks," I had grumbled.

"Own a different business next time, then," she had snarked, to the amusement of my newest hire, Aadhya, who was carefully making a flat white for the purpose of practicing.

"I don't want to leave Aad by herself!" I had protested.

Aadhya had looked at me kindly and said, "That's very sweet, Fraser, but you do have a tiny bit of a tendency to hover when I'm practicing. Jen's got this handled, I promise."

And so I found myself on a train down to London with Amy, James, and Robbie, settling in at a four-person booth on the train car. James was fixedly looking out of the window, with music blasting through his headphones; if he didn't keep his eyes focused on the motion to remind his brain that he was in fact moving, he'd get travel sick and hurl everywhere. Amy was reading a book, and Robbie was scrolling through their phone, occasionally showing me a funny video featuring goats. Apparently their ADHD was fixating on an Instagram account of people that owned a farm.

I nudged Robbie and said, "I'm bored, entertain me."

Robbie grinned, putting their phone on the table. "We set off eight minutes ago. We've got two hours and twenty minutes left."

"Ugh," I complained. "I'm not built for sitting down."

"Excuse me," Robbie said, quirking their eyebrow. "You sat down plenty last night."

Okay, that was a fair hit, given I'd ridden their face for a solid half hour and then their cock. Amy looked up over her book and said, "Darlings, this book is a physical thing, not an audiobook, I can hear every single word you're saying and it's traumatisi- actually, wait, Fraser was the one sitting? How does that not crush your skull?"

"Thighs of steel," I reminded her. "I keep my weight pretty well suspended."

"Never mind, wish I hadn't asked, didn't need to know," Amy shuddered.

"How are things with May?" I countered with a smirk. "Maybe you'd be in a better mood if you sat down once in a while."

Amy responded by turning the page in her book, and ignoring me.

"You are going to have to tell us about May eventually," James chimed in, still looking pointedly out the window. "I'm dying to know. You've been on five dates now and you promised to tell us after three."