About Facets: Setting
by Rob Knight
35 pages
/ 14000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-240-9, 1-60370-240-7
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Paul isn't so sure Six and Jules want him around all the time, especially when he shows up at their place and they're gone. He doesn't always understand Six and Jules' gypsy lifestyle, but he knows he cares about them too much to let them go.
Six and Jules want Paul around, too, they just can't seem to stay in one place. So when they decide maybe it's time for all three of them to get an apartment together, Paul is excited, but not sure how well it will work. Can the three of them find a way to settle together?
Sample
It had been a long week. His first week on the job. And now it was Friday night. Paul should have been searching for a place to stay -- he had just over a week before he had to be out of the apartment on Sleuth -- but he was tired and cranky and really wanted to see Six and Jules again.
Not that he'd been invited, but the guys seemed to like it well enough when he showed up on the flimsiest of excuses and they made him feel... well he'd never even been felt up before he'd walked into Daddy Mack's and they made him fly.
He went up the stairs, stepping carefully around the garbage. He knew Jules and Six could afford a better place than this; they just didn't seem to care. There was a light buzzing on and off in the hall, making funny shadows appear and disappear on the door. He might have stood for awhile, debating whether or not this was the greatest idea, but the shadows were just creepy enough that he knocked quickly.
The door opened, and Jules stood there, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts with the British flag printed on them. His pale skin glowed in the half-light, the tattoo around his navel standing out starkly. "Hello, sweetness. What brings you here?"
"Oh..." He squeaked a little and swallowed. "I um... I... it's uh, Friday night -- the weekend, you know? And I uh... thought... well..." Oh, God. It hadn't been a good idea. You just never knew, and he’d figured sooner or later he was going to wear out his welcome... and he was hooked now, cared about them in a way that was scary and if they turned around and kicked him out it would hurt. A lot. It made him shy, made it feel like the first time all over again.
"Who the fuck is it? I get one frigging Friday night off a month and people fucking come knocking. I paid the Grent." Six's bald head popped around Jules' shoulder and the growls stopped. "Oh! Hey, kid. You come to play? Let him in, J-Pretty. He looks wigged out."
Jules stepped back and let him in, grinning hugely. "Sorry, sweet. Rude of me, yeah?"
"You sure you don't mind? I can just go." He pointed behind himself, as if they didn't know what go meant. God, he was an idiot sometimes. "I'll just go. Call next time. Or something."
"Bullshit. Come play." Six hopped out of the door, completely naked, and tugged him inside, giving Jules a quick kiss and a wiggle on the way past.