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Ozzie the Werewolf & Tryfon the Naiad (complete)
🕑 Added 2023-04-15 19:00:01 +0000 UTCTrans Male Reader x Male Monster x Male Monster
The sound of rain filtered in through your sleep addled brain. You faded back into reality as rain hissed on the tin roof of your cabin. Sitting up in bed, you rubbed your eyes, squinting to see the steel gray that colored the world outside. You sighed, reaching for your glasses and then stretching. Joints popped, back snapped and you sighed in rumination on all those sounds coming from your body alone.
You then looked to the other side of the bed, seeing the obvious signs someone had slept there, but were no longer present. But the light to the bathroom was on, so that meant he was still here.
You got up from bed, tugging on a pair of old basketball shorts as you made your way into the kitchen. The rental cabin was small, barely three rooms if you included the bathroom. But for work, it was fine. You turned on the coffee pot to get started, yawning as you poured water into the back.
Strong, hairy arms slipped around you from the back, hugging your belly as the rest of the body came to rest upon your back. “You’re up early.”
You relaxed as his embrace melted you together. “I figured even with all the rain we’d still have some sort of work meeting.”
Ozzie’s warm hands rubbed up your stomach to your chest. You turned your head back, kissing him while you turned completely around.
“I’m glad for the rain, it’s keeping you around a lot longer,” Ozzie murmured.
“The crew gets paid one way or another,” you sighed. “This is a government job after all. We won’t leave until the facilities are built.”
Ozzie kissed you again, nuzzling your neck. “Never thought I’d meet a cute guy at work.”
You were trying to keep your head above the warm waters Ozzie was pulling you under. “That’s because you work with your family.”
Ozzie laughed, kissing your cheek again. “Only most of them are family.” He let you escape, stepping aside to look into the tiny fridge. “Maybe I should order something for breakfast.”
“I’m sure there’s donuts or something at work I can get,” you said.
Ozzie smirked, his dark five-o’clock shadow was particularly sexy that morning. He brushed back his hair from his face. “Now, I don’t know about you city types, but I like to buy breakfast for my partner when I cum in them.”
Your face turned bright red and you cleared your throat, adjusting your glasses as you thought they would steam up. “Ozzie, c’mon now.”
He chuckled and pulled out the two mugs from the sink. “Last night was good. Better than it has been.”
A rush swept through your chest as you recalled the night before. “You're my first since-” You touched the scars on your chest, running under each pec. “Well, I told you that whole story. But, yeah, last night was…whew.” You breathed out heavily and both of you laughed.
Ozzie kissed your shoulder before pouring coffee into the cups. “I wonder what your other admirer would have thought.”
“The fishing warden?” You asked. “No. Tryfon’s annoyed I fell into his precious river. He’s more likely to kill me than kiss me.”
Ozzie grinned into his coffee as he stirred in the copious amounts of sugar. “Knowing Try-Hard I don’t think he’s quite that annoyed.”
“Don’t call him that, he just really likes his job,” you scoffed.
“Most of us at the Ranger’s station enjoy our jobs. He’s something else.” Ozzie watched as you added creamer, his eyes grazing down your body. He reached out and you looked back at him warningly.
“I still have to sign into work. You keep this up, you’ll make me late,” you scolded.
“I can’t help it. After last night I just want to be all over you.” He kissed your shoulder again and forced himself back. “But I am a gentleman. I’ll behave myself. I’ll ignore my animal instincts.”
“Animal,” you scoffed.
Ozzie winked. “You were enjoying it last night.”
You frowned a bit, but the memory of seeing Ozzie standing outside, bathed in radiant moonlight, his fur as dark as the shadows themselves, you were deeply impressed.
“I’m trying to get into work mode.”
Ozzie chuckled as he sat down at the tiny table by the window. “Another rainy day. I’m getting so sick of the office work.”
You sat down across from him. “You said you were behind on paperwork.”
Ozzie grimaced. “Yeah, but it’s paperwork. I should be out on the trails in my little cart. Doing my actual job.”
“Paperwork is part of the actual job.”
Ozzie squinted at you. “You’re a carpenter, what do you know about being a game warden?”
You smirked, ready to strike. “Not much, but I do know government positions like that all have paperwork.”
“You’re talking yourself out of breakfast,” Ozzie said teasingly.
You looked down into your coffee, feigning a pout. “If it gets you to do your paperwork faster I don’t mind.”
Ozzie threw his head back laughing, to which you couldn’t hold back yours anymore either. Your relationship with Ozzie was new, but you’d not felt so comfortable with someone in so long, it was nice.
After getting a quick drive through breakfast, Ozzie dropped you off at the construction trailer. A few people were already inside, waiting around for the boss to show up. You went ahead and clocked in, putting on your work helmet which your boss expected to be on at all times.
“You left your car here last night,” another coworker said to you.
“Uh, yeah, I went and hung out with Ozzie for a bit.” You tried to play it cool, but you could already clock their teasing gaze.
“Your windows were rolled down, that’s the only reason I said anything.”
“Oh shit!” You rushed outside. The parking lot was up a steep hill, just beside the actual construction zone. There was lots of upturned earth everywhere, and the whole area had been stained red from the clay. The hems of your jeans would never be the same again. You made it to your car, a bit breathless from the soggy hike. Sure enough, your windows were down.
You muttered in disappointment under your breath. “I knew I forgot something.” You checked how much water had gotten in then rolled up the windows. “It’s going to smell like hot ass now.” You took out your phone to message Ozzie about the predicament when a sound perked your ears.
It was faint, distant from the sounds of it, but it sent tingles down your spine, turning your skin to goosebumps. You turned towards the edge of the parking lot, over towards the stacks of covered timber. It sounded like singing, or maybe even windchimes, you weren’t sure. You walked towards the stacks of timber, hearing the melodic sound grow the closer you got. Stepping out the timber, the sound of rushing water mingled with the sound. You looked down towards the river, realizing it was someone singing below. You came as close to the edge of the hill as you could, trying to see down below. The water was extremely high in the river, unsurprising considering the amount of rain. You saw something standing in the waves, maybe sitting on a rock, and they were singing over the rushing water.
You were trying to get a better look when your foot slipped. You tried grabbing onto a tree but everything was slick from the rain. You went careening down the hill like a slip and slide. The mud made it impossible to grab hold of anything, the rain had everything so wet and so loose you were basically greased.
You hit the water, feeling the current grabbing you. It felt like fingers pulling on your arms and legs, forcing you down the river, pulling you deeper. Then, you did feel hands, real hands that clasped around your shoulders, pulling you up and out of the river. Your vision was blurry, glasses just gone, and your mind was going at a manic pace.
“Hold on to me! Put your arms around me!” A voice commanded you.
You did as told, holding on tight as they swam from rock to rock in the river, going down stream, but also able to move through the strong current like it was nothing. Eventually they came upon an embankment, laying you up on shore.
“Hold still,” they commanded again. Gentle hands touched your face, inspecting your jaw and turning your head side to side. They leaned over you, blocking your vision and becoming a dark blob before you.
“Take a deep breath for me,” they said.
You did so.
“How you keep falling into my rivers I’ll never know. Most people have more common sense than that.”
“Tryfon?” You wheezed.
“Shh,” he hissed at you. “Lie still now.” He laid his palm in the center of your chest. His touch felt cool like the river itself. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. He breathed into you, but it was like something flowing throughout your body. A cool, sparkling river breathed into your lungs then traveled through tiny streams to the rest of your body.
Tryfon raised back up, smoothing your wet hair from your face. “I’ll fuss at you later,” he said as you sank, going deeper and deeper into your own waters.
You woke with a nagging pain in your rear. Above you was a ceiling fan that looked like it could come down at any moment the way it was wobbling. You reached for your glasses, but there was nothing but air on either side of you.
The room around you looked like a storage closet for an office. Large white boxes with various labels, reams of paper, toilet paper, manila folders, and highlighters. As you were sitting up off the cot you realized you were naked as the blanket fell away.
The door before you opened and Tryfon stepped in.
You scrambled, trying to get the blanket back over you, but the pain in your butt turned from nagging to full on stabbing.
“Easy there, river tripper.” Tryfon came in and grabbed the blanket for you. “You’ve got a bruised tailbone to contend with.”
“What happened?”
“You tripped into a river again,” Tryfon snipped at you. He then handed you your clothes which were clean and freshly warm from a dryer. Laying on top were your glasses.
“Where’d you get this.”
“It’s bad enough all this rain is messing up my research, but then you come traipsing along like some cartoon behemoth and throw your gruby germs into my waters.” Tryfon sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“Behemoth?” You slipped on your shirt, finding that sitting was becoming unbearable.
Tryfon rolled his eyes. “Calling me short?”
“No, you said-” You stopped. “Thank you for saving me, Tryfon.”
He shrugged. “No problem. Just don’t make it a habit.” He left the room to let you finish getting dressed. When you stepped out of the closet, you saw tryfon taking food out of a bag.
“How long was I out?” You asked.
“A couple of hours.” Tryfon handed you a wrapped sandwich. “I don’t know what you like. But your generation likes avocados on everything, right?”
You had to smirk. “I guess, but you didn’t have to.”
Tryfon sat at his desk, surrounded by all his medals, accreditations, recommendations, on and on with honors upon honors spread out on the wall behind him. The front of his desk was plastered with children’s artwork, given to him over the years by kids who had come to Tryfon for their first fishing license.
“I gave that Oswald a call,” he huffed. “Let him know what had happened. He was all the way in Asheville though.”
You weren’t used to hearing Ozzie being called by his real name. “Was I dying?”
“Thanks to me, no.” Tryfon watched as you took your first bite of the sandwich. His golden eyes lingered upon you before turning his head away.
“I owe you,” you said between bites.
“Just stop falling into my rivers.'' Tryfon had a slight blush to his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he turned to look at you. “That’s all I suggest. Once you’re done eating I’ll drive you to your place. You need to lie down for a while and take some ibuprofen for that bruised tailbone.”
“Should I go to the doctor?” You asked.
“Just some rest should get it covered.” Tryfon said, pulling out a drawer to fetch his keys. “You might just be uncomfy for a few days, that’s all.”
“Do you deal with a lot of broken butts?”
He just stared at you, dead panned and blank. You just smiled awkwardly back. “Don’t ever say that sentence to me again. Finish eating so I can get you out of my office.”
You continued eating, not thinking much about your little accident. It wasn’t until you were in Tryfon’s truck you recalled why you were so close to the hill over the river in the first place. That sound of someone singing, their voice was clear and beautiful, it sounded like wind chimes on a gentle breeze. There had been someone in the water, that’s how you fell, you were trying to over extend to see who it was. And then when you did fall Tryfon was there immediately to save you. In the river.
You glanced at Tryfon, then back out the window. “Were you already there in the river when I fell?”
“Hm?” Tryfon murmured, acting as if he couldn’t hear you.
“How else could you have gotten to me so fast?” You turned, looking directly at him.
His cheeks took on a deeper shade of red, and his lips pressed into a firm line. “It’s my job.”
“But…” You stopped and leaned back in your seat, trying to find a way to sit more comfortably. “I could have sworn I heard singing before I fell.”
Tryfon seemed to bristle at this. “Singing? What?”
“Yeah. Singing. I had gone to my car to roll up the windows, and I heard it. I wasn’t sure what it was, I just remember it being really pretty,” you said thoughtfully.
He swallowed and clutched the steering wheel tighter. “You think so? I mean, uhm, maybe you hit your head.”
“Do you sing, Tryfon?”
His cheeks darkened in color and when he glanced at you it seemed his usually bright green eyes had darkened, turning almost black around the edges. “You know, it sounds like you’d never make it as a sailor. Hearing beautiful singing and then falling to your death, you’d never survive a siren.”
You just smiled at him. “Probably not.”
Tryfon sniffed. “It makes sense you’d fall for Oswald’s charms then.”
You furrowed your brow. “What does that mean? Is Ozzie a siren?”
“No, he wishes he was-” Tryfon cleared his throat. “No. Just saying, he may appear to be this good looking good guy-bad boy combo, but he’s been known to share tents with more than just campers if you know what I am saying.”
“I know.” You said this and it appeared Tryfon’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. “He told me he’s something of a hussy, especially when he was younger. I’m okay with that, stuff like that doesn’t bother me. And I mean, he’s good at it so-” You stopped yourself. “He said when he first became a ranger you two hooked up too.”
Tryfon glared out the window. “He was… I would...you know, it’s none of your business what my business is!”
“Hey I’m not judging. I obviously fell for Ozzie’s siren call.”
Tryfon growled under his breath, his face redder than before. “Obviously! Like I said. You wouldn’t make it a day with sirens or venus flytraps around! You’d fall right in.”
You rubbed the back of your neck. “Probably. But I don’t think Ozzie is either one of those things. I think he’s just horny.”
Tryfon scoffed and muttered something under his breath.
You directed him to the line of tiny cabins where you were staying, helping him find yours which was practically in the back where the road went from paved to dirt. To your surprise, Tryfon helped you out of his truck and into the cabin. His eyes darted around your place, looking for something.
“Do you have a way to make an ice pack?” He asked.
Your mouth hung open as you thought. “Maybe in the first aid kit. There might be those cooler packs in the freezer too.”
Tryfon shooed you away. “Why don’t you go lay down. I’ll get something figured out.”
There was a leap in your chest. “Oh? I thought I just needed rest. When did you turn into a little nurse?” You teased.
He pouted, giving you a harsh look. “Just trying to help.”
You smiled. “Okay, I’ll go lay down.” You went into the bedroom, taking off your pants and laying on your stomach. Your bed still smelled like Ozzie, and when you buried your face into the pillow, all you smelled was him.
A few moments later, something frigid landed on your ass and you yowled. Turning, you saw Tryfon sitting beside you. He had his ranger hat off and you could see his long, blonde hair was down, taken from the clip and hanging in a ponytail over his shoulder.
“It’s only ice, calm down you baby.” Tryon scoffed.
“You scared me, I wasn’t expecting it.” You nestled back down. “I didn’t realize your hair was so long.”
His pout returned. “Well, it is.”
“It’s nice.”
He fought back a smile. “Thanks.”
“I’ll be okay if you want to get back to work. I’ll keep the ice pack on as long as I can stand,” you try to sound reassuring.
“I said I’d take care of you.”
“You did?”
A glare was shot your way. “Least I can do.”
You smiled, hugging onto that pillow. “Are you a werewolf too?” You decided to ask, shoot your shot, or at least let Tryfon know you were cool with whatever paranormal creatures existed in Hearthway Hollow.
“Ew! No! I mean-” Tryfon cut himself off and cupped his hand over his mouth. “I mean, werewolf? What werewolves-” he stopped and sighed. “Ozzie never could stand not showing off.”
“I’m fine with it. I have an uncle with this antique store that…it’s a lot to explain. But I worked there before I wanted to do construction. I’ve seen some things.”
“You wanted to work construction?” Tryfon asked.
“Yeah. Why? Not a manual labor type?” you chuckled.
Tryfon shrugged. “Guess not.” he was quiet for a spell, shifting the ice pack on your bum around. “How are you feeling?”
“Cold.”
Tryfon’s hand slipped down to your thigh but he quickly recoiled. “Sorry. Not much I can do for the cold now.”
“It’s alright.”
Tryfon sighed. “So, you and Ozzie.”
“Yeah. Me and him.”
Tryfon cleared his throat. “How is that going?”
“It’s pretty great. I’ve not dated much in the last few years, but Ozzie has made it feel easy. I really like him.”
“Is it…serious?”
“I’d like to think so.” You glanced back at Tryfon and propped yourself up on your elbows. “You don’t have feelings for him do you? I’m sorry I-”
“No,” Tryfon scoffed. “Not him! He was a good lay but-” He huffed and swallowed. “It’s not him I technically like like that.” He looked away, pushing his hair back and to the other shoulder.
“Wait a second-” you muttered under your breath. “Is it me?”
Tryon looked at you then away. “You’re with Ozzie, it doesn’t matter.”
“But it does!” You went to turn around but it hurt so you flopped back down onto the bed. “Ozzie and I agreed to have fun and not make this serious or anything until I know what I’m doing when the job is done. I mean-” Your cheeks felt on fire. “Ozzie said you had a crush on me, I just didn’t believe him.”
“Twerp,” Tryfon grumbled under his breath.
You rolled onto your side. “Ozzie said he wouldn’t do this courting ritual until I decide if I am staying. Even then I don’t think he minds the poly thing.”
Tryfon arched a brow. “Polly? Whose she?”
You laughed. “No! Poly, as in polyamorous.”
His eyes widened and mouth fell open. “Oh!” He then looked away. “Still. I’m embarrassed now.”
You laid back down and smiled. “Okay, that’s fine. Was just thinking I’d offer something in return of you saving my life.”
There was a long moment of silence before Tryfon spoke again. “Like what?”
“Maybe a kiss,” you murmured.
“Y-you don’t have to.”
You sat up, butt cold and sore, but better than before. You leaned towards Tryfon, placing your hand on his cheek then pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. He turned away then back, meeting your lips for another kiss.
“Well, well, well, what’s this?”
Tryfon snapped around as Ozzie leaned on the doorframe. “How long have you been there?” He snapped.
“Only just now,” Ozzie chuckled. “I thought you said he was hurt.”
“He is!” Tryfon jumped up and shoved the ice pack into Ozzie’s hands. “He fell into the river. You need to make sure he’s not so clumsy!”
Ozzie smirked, blocking tryfon from leaving. “Come on, stay a bit, Try Hard. I brought some good food back from Asheville, and some good wine.”
Tryfon glared up at him. “Don’t call me that.”
Ozzie licked his lips. “I’m afraid we only have those little red cups, no wine glasses. I know you’re a stickler.”
Tryfon’s frown turned into a pout. “If the wine is good, I guess it doesn’t matter.”
Ozzie chuckled as he walked into the room, sitting down beside you and handing you a massive bottle of ibuprofen. “Having a busy day I see.”
“You could call it that.” You were surprised when Ozzie kissed you. It wasn’t that he was rubbing it in to Tryfon, it was more like he was wanting in.
Ozzie found a way to set up dinner in the bedroom. You made a throne out of pillows in order to eat. Tryfon stayed, eating and drinking in silence for a bit. Once he had some wine in him, he loosened up a bit. He and Ozzie had a charged conversation that verged between flirting and antagonistic.
You fell asleep sometime during the night, waking up with the desperate need to pee. You didn’t realize someone was in the bathroom until you stepped in and saw Tryfon was in the shower. He was singing, and you were sure it was the same song you heard at the river.
Tryfon stopped, and his silhouette in the shower curtain turned. “It’s polite to knock.”
“Sorry,” you gasped. “I didn’t know you were in here.”
Tryfon scoffed. “Doesn’t matter, do your business.”
You felt embarrassed to use the bathroom then, but you were desperate. You sat down on the toilet, peeing in awkward intervals. Tryfon started singing again, his voice was melodic and bright, but you couldn’t understand the language he was singing it. It sounded old, older than language should be.
Once you were done, you were washing your hands when Tryfon opened the curtain. His long hair hung around his body, which was pale blue in color, darkening to almost black on his hands and feet. His features were sharper, eyes wider and large, going from green to black and surruned by small, dark scales. He held his hand out to you, fingers ending in sharp, long nails, and webbed inbetween.
“Wow,” you whispered.
“Come join me. Small shower, but we can make it work.” He smoothed his hair back, watching as you undressed. A smile appeared on his face as you stepped in near him and he closed the curtain around you.
“How are you feeling?” His hand grazed down your side.
Your skin tingled where he touched. “Much better.”
Tryfon’s hand grabbed your rear gently. “How does this feel?”
You bit your lip and nodded.
His hand smoothed down your thigh and then up, aiming towards the inside. “How about this?”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” you breathed.
Tryfon came in closer, pressing his front against your back. His fingers brushed against you below, touching your mound then rubbing softly. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
Your lashes fluttered closed then, moaning softly as Tryfon’s touch warmed you along with the water flowing down you.
“Sorry if I seem different. The wine got to me.” Tryfon’s fingers opened you slightly, easing between where his fingertips rubbed against the bud inside. “I needed some water, but I also planned on taking care of myself.”
“I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Spikes of pleasure began shooting through you.
“It’s alright. You can help me.” Tryfon bit your shoulder. “Maybe with this.” He pushed his hips forward and something hard rubbed against your leg.
You were stunned. Ozzie had a good size, but Tryfon had one up on him. “Is that-”
Tryfon chuckled. “What?”
You turned around, glancing down at Tryfon’s cock. It was blue-black at the tip, fading down into a sort of pale lavender. The gland at the tip was flared out with little knobs around the side. The shaft itself bulged at the bottom, with ridges all the way down. The back had small bumps that had veins on either side.
“You’re huge.” You took him into your hand, barely able to grasp your fingers around him. You stroked slowly at first, taking in the weight and feel of him.
Tryfon’s moan was sweet and his eyes lowered as you touched. “Do you like it?”
The tip opened and closed as you touched, letting out a slick, viscous fluid that had a pearl like sheen to it.
“Yeah,” you whispered.
Tryfon leaned in, kissing you and moaning against your lips. He then eased back, an apologetic gaze on his face. “Is this too fast?”
“Maybe. But I’m having fun.” You kissed Tryfon again, slowly pulling him away from the shower. You stood in the bathroom, kissing, touching, embracing. His cock rubbed against your thigh, glazing it in that pearly liquid.
“Maybe we should stop here.” Tryfon tried to collect himself. “Unless we want to wake Ozzie.”
“We could. He wouldn’t mind,” you giggled.
Tryfon looked you up and down. “I didn’t think you’d be so much trouble from the looks of you.”
You shrugged. “I think it’s this town that’s brought something out in me.” You opened up the door, walking into the bedroom to see Ozzie has shifted and is laying posed like naked Burt Reynolds upon the bed.
“What a whore thing to do,” Tryfon scoffed.
Ozzie waggled his finger. “I don’t see anyone complaining.
You knelt down onto the bed, kissing Ozzie as Tryfon watched. You took Ozzie’s cock into your hand, stroking it and feeling his pulse against your palm. Tryfon came up behind you, stroking your rear then slowly moving his cock between your thighs.
“Easy now, Try Hard, not many can take your triton.”
“Triton? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Tryfon huffed.
Ozzie chuckled. “He can take a lot, but do take care. If we’re both going to share him, we need to pamper him.” He reached between your legs, touching you and guiding Tryfon in. You braced yourself, taking in a deep breath as Tryfon began to slip inside.
“Since when do you pamper, Oswald?” Tryfon grunted as he pushed deep inside. The shimmering fluid from his tip came out in a burst and dribble out onto the floor.
“Fuck,” Ozzie growled. He sat so you could brace against him, but also watch as Tryfon began to move inside you. He rubbed his hands down your back and up again, moaning and grunted as Tryfon moved. His hand slipped underneath, rubbing that sensitive bud at the top of your folds. You shivered, crying out as the sensation became too much. Tryfon was so big and textured, it was all you could do to remain upright.
Tryfon pulled out and Ozzie laid you upon the bed, taking his turn inside. Tryfon knelt down upon the bed, watching Ozzie’s cock slip inside until the knot hit against you. More of the pearly fluid squished around the knot, and Ozzie moaned in pleasure.
“Taste yourself.” Tryfon moaned, laying the tip of his cock upon your lips.
You did so, feeling greedy as Ozzie began to move. His thrusts made your head bob, so your tongue lapped up and down Tryfon’s cock. He pressed against your lips and you took him inside, suckling him while Ozzie went deeper inside.
“Fuck, he’s never felt like this before,” Ozzie growled.
Tryfon chuckled. “Aroused?”
Ozzie snapped his teeth at Tryfon. “More than that, Try Hard.” He licked his chops. “It’s more than being turned on. It’s like his body is demanding it.”
Tryfon slipped over to Ozzie, kissing him in a teasing way. “Then we should give him all he wants.”
“Of course we are.” Ozzie licked Tryfon’s lips. “I like sharing.”
Tryfon leaned down, licking you and Ozzie while he was inside. Your head was swimming, it was all so much. Ozzie had been your first since your top surgery, you didn’t think this would happen so soon, let alone at all in your life.
They both took their time with you, playing and enjoying themselves, watching as you became unraveled and desperate for them. They kissed and kicked, nibbling upon you like candy until you could take no more. They would leave you to cool for a moment, only to plunge back in at the right moment to send shockwaves through your body.
At one point you were held between them, both of them inside you somehow. You would figure out the logistics later, but at the moment you were too high in heaven to worry about it. They felt warm and thick, filling you to the brim. Their heat radiated through you, boiling your brain so you could only think about how good it all felt.
You came with the morning, all of you breathing hard and exhausted. You woke to your phone going off, not realizing the time at all until then.
“Oh shit, it's work!” You tried to get out of bed, but you were tangled between Tryfon and Ozzie. Your legs felt weak once you touched the floor and you went into the kitchen to talk to your boss. Luckily it was raining, but your boss was concerned when you didn’t at least clock in.
“I heard you got hurt yesterday, I got scared for a second,” he said.
“No, I’m fine. I just over slept because of the pain meds I took,” you lied, hoping you did it well. You glanced back into the bedroom, seeing Tryfon and Ozzie begin to stir. You got the coffee maker ready then leaned up against the counter.
“This rain is doing a number on us. I’ve offered to let some of the guys go home for a bit or even take indoor jobs while we’re here. I figured I’d let you know if you have any plans.”
You saw Tryfon’s eyes open and look towards yours. He smiled then closed his eyes again.
“I was thinking about signing up to the school here,” you said. “Maybe even stay in Hearthway Hollow for a bit.”
“Not a bad plan,” your boss said. “Couple of the guys have said that.”
“Not surprised.” You smiled to yourself. “It’s a cool place.”
You talked a bit more then filled three coffee mugs. As you were getting the sugar ozzie came up behind you, kissing the back of your neck.
“Going to school, huh? You could be here a while.”
“I like that thought.” You watched as Tryfon took one of the mugs from you.
“What about your dream of working construction?” Tryfon drank his coffee black. He looked at Ozzie who was putting spoonful after spoonful into his mug.
“I’m sure there’s somewhere where I could work. Like that huge lumber yard with that old mill. Places like that always have listings posted. Could find a crew or do repairs while I take classes.”
Tryfon nodded. “There’s good doctors around here too. My friend Ivan and his wife take part in a trans support group. I could find out about it for you.”
Your eyes widened. “That would be awesome.”
Ozzie smirked, leaning back against the counter once he had his sugar. “I have a spare room, by the way.”
“So do I,” Tryfon tossed in.
“Boys, boys, no need to fight over me,” you laughed. “I think we proved last night we don’t need to.” You smirked over your coffee mug. “I’ve got time to figure all this stuff out anyways.”
Tryfon blushed. “Well, I guess you know Ozzie better.”
“Yeah, and your place is bigger,” Ozzie pouted.
“Options, that’s good,” you chuckled. You raised your coffee mug. “To something new.” You clanked your mug with Ozzie and Tryfon’s, toasting to what Hearthway Hollow had in store.
