- Character Bashing
- Ménage or More
Tony woke up in the wee hours of the norming, with a satisfied mind and a bladder that urgently needed to be emptied. The previous night after the exhibit Tony along with Brian, Justin, Sean, and Jackson had gone for a late dinner so those that didn’t know each other could get to know each other. Tony figured that somewhere during that meal when Tony and Jackson started to complete each other’s sentences, or more like it was pointed out to them that they were doing it by a very observant Justin, that B and J had figured out there was more to Tony and Jackson than just a simple friendship. By the smirk on Brian’s face, the older of the duo had caught their connection too.
Fortunately, neither man had prodded anything at that point, because the connection between himself and Jackson was too complicated for Tony to want to weight down dinner with. He knew that the questions would come at some point the next time the three of them had to spend together, and he was ok with it. It wasn’t like he wanted to hide Jackson or pretend that their friendship was less than it was. He just didn’t want to bring down a fun meal full of laughs and absurd stories with all the reasons why he and Jackson had connected.
Feeling the pressing need to deal with his bladder, Tony looked over at Brian and knew there was no way he would wake the man up. Instead, he turned his head to the other side and whispered in Justin’s ear that he needed to roll over. Somehow after a few rounds of sex, Tony had ended up in the middle of the bed with both Justin and Brian’s arms thrown over his chest, as if to make sure he couldn’t get away. As if he had any intention or urge to get away from them ever again.
When Justin rolled over, Tony climbed over the younger blond’s body and hustled to the bathroom, where he took care of his needs and washed his hands. Once that was done, he headed back into the bedroom, only to find out Justin had rolled over again and was now curled into Brian, who had wrapped himself around Justin like a baby monkey around its mother. Snorting, and then finding his phone to take a picture, Tony dug around until he found a clean pair of Brian’s boxers, and a t-shirt that he could wear, and padded out into the rest of the apartment.
Like in Pittsburg, Brian’s apartment was on the top floor, although most likely now it was Brian and Justin’s apartment, or Tony hoped so anyway and was an open concept with a full wall of windows that were currently letting in the first light of the day. Feeling the need to draw and having gotten permission the previous night at dinner from Justin to resume their previous sharing of supplies, Tony wandered around until he found a drawing pad and a box of colored pencils. Then, with his supplies in hand, Tony found someone’s earbuds, cleaning them off quickly with a nearby alcohol pad he’d found, and wandered over to the chaise lounge that he recognized from the Pittsburg loft to see what the morning sun brought for inspiration.
As he set in with a little Sam Smith playing in his ears, begging someone to stay, Tony opened his mind, and let the first colored pencil he’d chosen to flow across the page as his mind worked over the interactions that he’d had with Brian and Justin since their reunion. There was a small part of himself that was having a hard time believing that after all of these years he really had the two men back. In Tony’s experience, life almost never rewarded him for anything, and it certainly never gave him the thing that he wanted absolutely more than anything else in the world. And yet, last night it had.
Last night he was given back the thing that he needed the most in the world to be happy. That being Justin and Brian. Tony knew that there were some pretty serious conversations that needed to be had, and for him, it was preferable that they happened sooner rather than later. He knew that in their past their relationship didn’t have as much communication that it needed to and some of that was because of the nature of him having an alternate identity that he was using due to the undercover assignment he was working. Tonio DeFranco wasn’t exactly a chatty individual, and even after Brian had come on as a CI, Tony had needed to stick as close to his cover as often as he could.
This time though was different. If they were going to be doing this for real, and Tony prayed to Gods that he didn’t believe in that they were, then things needed to be started on the right tone. Of course, Brian would probably say that the previous night’s romp in bed was the perfect beginning, but Tony wanted something a little more substantial. This relationship and these men were way too important to him for Tony to just leave things to chance by assuming the three of them were on the same page about everything. As if. Next thing he’d find out that unicorns exist, and fairies helped out kinds who didn’t want to grow up in Neverland.
Mine made up that he would be having a serious relationship talk with Brian and Justin as soon as possible, Tony turned his mind to the exhibit the night before, and more specifically the oddness of Padraig McCormac. The man was charming, and Tony could see that he was drop dead gorgeous in his prime. Tony’s mother had once hinted that Padraig was quite the ladies’ man, and why she thought a child under eight needed that information, Tony had no clue. There was something about the way the older man had reacted to not just Tony’s presence, and unless it was his overactive imagination Jackson’s too, but the way Padraig had reacted to the news that Tony’s mother had some of his paintings had also been odd.
Thanks to the nature of his job, and the high-profile cases that Tobias’ team tended to work, Tony had met his fair share of politicians, entertainers, and athletes who all knew how important or famous (or both) that they were, and reacted to those things in different ways. Some loved the fawning and seemed to almost thrive on it or expect it at times bordering on demanding it. Others hated it and preferred that they were no different than anyone else, but in Tony’s experience still expected a certain level of preferential treatment even if they denied it. Some loved to hear that the people they met were fawning fanboys or fangirls, and others seemed to resent the very fact that they had fans who wanted a tiny bit of their time. Although, Tony could admit that he’d seem some truly horrific fanboying or fangirling by cops or federal agents over the years at the most inappropriate times. So, a bit of him could understand the ones that hated it, at least a little bit.
Padraig though had seemed like he was one of the genuine ones who welcomed the interaction as Tony observed him around the other patrons in the gallery. With Tony and even Jackson, there was something else lying under the surface of the interaction that Tony couldn’t figure out. It was as if the man was holding himself back from saying something or trying not to fanboy on his own, which was seriously weird. The thing was that Tony could get why someone would want to fanboy or fangirl all over Jackson Grimes. The man was gorgeous, talented, and one of the most brilliant minds in his field currently in the entire world. Grimes Tech regularly made innovations that changed the way things were done or the way people thought of things in whatever area they were developing in. While Tony was aware that he was no f’ugly hunchback himself, he certainly did not have the fame that Jackson had to be known by someone like Padraig McCormac.
Had the man been in law enforcement, Tony could maybe, possibly see it as being plausible. He had run across the occasional rookie who had reviewed one of his cases or undercover assignments at the FBI academy at some point, and then fangirled or fanboyed all over him when they met. That was rare though. Padraig McCormac certainly wasn’t some green rookie fresh out of the FBI academy though, which meant his reaction to Tony’s story about his mother didn’t fit any scenario that the FBI agent had experienced previously.
At the same time, there was something Senior related that was picking at his brain that Tony couldn’t quite grasp or understand. Why in the hell Senior would have anything to do with Padraig McCormac, unless he was trying to run a con on the man or the man’s artwork which was highly likely but didn’t feel right. No, Padraig had seemed almost in awe that Tony and Jackson were really there in his gallery and that he was getting to spent time with them. How in the fuck that connected to Senior, Tony had no idea. It was a puzzle though that Tony knew his mind would poke at all day and probably beyond that if needed until it found an answer that seemed reasonable. Most likely, the thing with Senior was the same. Whatever it was that was picking at Tony’s memory would come to him sooner or later and probably solve some bigger puzzle that Tony didn’t even know that he was working.
S’a little early for drawing isn’ it?” A grumbly voice rumbled in his ear, and Tony knew instantly who it was. Lifting his face, Tony presented Brian with a smile, and just barely had time to put his drawing pad aside before he found himself with a lapful of sleepy blond. Apparently, Justin had followed Brian out of bed, but Tony wasn’t surprised when the youngest of the three was quickly back to sleep on Tony’s lap. Brian for his part just snorted and rested a hand on the top of Tony’s rumpled hair in greeting before Tony watched him wanted off in the direction of the kitchen.
Soon, the smell of coffee was filling the apartment, and not long after that, Brian was returning with two mugs and urging Tony to lift his feet so he could sit on the end. “So, why’re you up already?” Brian asked this time the words were almost recognizable and Tony smiled.
“I had to pee, and when I got back someone had stolen my spot,” he complained good naturedly, and as if knowing he was being discussed, Justin snuffled adorably in his sleep scrunching up his nose.
“Damned bedhog,” Brian bitched before taking a sip of his coffee, and Tony hid his own smile behind his own mug. “I’ve never understood how someone smaller than me can take up so fucking much room on a bed. You still don’t sleep much? Was that you then and not the case? I don’t sleep much either, especially now that I’m not drinking as much and have cut out the drugs mostly, except a joint now and then. I don’t really need it as much as the bed hog does.”
Tony chuckled softly as he rested his coffee mug on a portion of his leg that Justin wasn’t covering up with his body. “Yeah, I don’t really need much sleep. Usually, four or five hours is good. Six hours is like a max unless I’m sick or have been going without for a case or something. Then I crash for eight to ten hours. I usually am up pretty close to sunrise. So, I would have been waking up anyway, even if I hadn’t had to pee. I’m glad to hear that you’ve cut out some of that other stuff. That’s awesome man. Just remember I am a federal agent and don’t make me watch you and Justin smoking pot, huh? As long as I’m not put in a position someday where I might have to lie and say I’ve not seen people in my house smoking I’m fine with it. It’s not really my thing, but it doesn’t bug me like the harder stuff does. I umm…”
Tony trailed off trying how to bring up the fact that they needed to have a conversation, and a raised eyebrow seemed to be the only help Brian was going to give him. “I’d like us three to sit down sometime soonish and make sure we’re on the same page with this us trying again thing. I mean if that’s what we’re doing, and personally and without pressure or making assumptions to what you two want, I am very on board with giving this another try. There are things I need to tell you guys that I couldn’t before and I am sure you have questions you want to ask. I know I have things I wanna know, like how the fuck you two ended up in DC of all places. But, I do actually have to go to work today, no matter what Tobias says. I am my boss’ SIC. So, I need to get shit done for the case we closed yesterday so that he can do his own shit. Hotch may understand if I’m late, but it’ll bug me. It’s bad enough I gotta go home to get clothes before I go to work.”
“You can just borrow one of my suits if you want,” Brian offered causally, but Tony almost choked on his coffee knowing it was a much bigger deal than the other man was prending. Brian Kinney was very particular about his suits. It was something that he and Tony actually shared now that they hadn’t then. In fact, it was Brian’s love of fashion and suits in particular that had started Tony onto his own fashion and love of good suits. After spending almost a year seeing the difference that a good suit can do for a man, Tony adopted a similar wardrobe once he got the spot on Tobias’ team. God only knew that he didn’t need to give Slacks any more ammunition than the man already had in the beginning by coming in looking like a scumbag.
“Thanks,” Tony replied and didn’t hold back his laugh when a hand came up and stole the coffee cup he’d been lifting toward his own lips. “I’ll take you up on that actually. It’ll make things much easier. I used my go bag yesterday at work. So I don’t have any spare clothes like I normally do.”
“You people are too loud,” Justin grumbled as he stole a sip and then sat up.
“I don’t know if you’ve realized this, Princess,” Brian drawled as he emptied his own cup with a smirk, “but this is not the bedroom. If you want to sleep, you could have stayed in bed.”
Justin pouted as he stole Tony’s cup, again, and the Italian just rolled his eyes knowing there was no way he was getting it back. “You both left. I didn’t want to sleep alone. I like the talk idea. I think it’s a good idea. Brian and I have been trying to do a better job at that ourselves, and it was part of why we left the Pitts. Fewer people here to stick their noses in our business and we could actually have conversations out what we need in our lives without 97 other people offering up their own fucking opinions. Will you be able to come back tonight? Or will you need to wait till tomorrow? I assume you don’t have to go into the office on weekends?”
“Not unless I’m working a case,” Tony assured as he glared at Justin who was draining his coffee cup much to Brian’s amusement. “I was actually considering asking Hotch for tomorrow off. If I remember correctly, we’re supposed to be in town for a while. We’ve had several cases in a row here lately. More than we’re supposed to, but the last couple couldn’t be helped. What are your schedules?”
Justin laid back down using Tony as a pillow again and shrugged. “I’ll talk to Padraig and Victor about how much I need to be there. I wasn’t supposed to have to be there except for my normal working outs after last night, but I wanna make sure. So, I’ll have to go in tomorrow for a bit, but Friday’s are normally half days for me anyway. I’d be done by noonish.”
Brian was smiling at Justin with a twinkle of pride in his eyes, that Tony understood well. Justin had overcome a lot to get to the point where he was currently, including an asshole father who threw him out of the house, and a mother who couldn’t seem to pick a side. Or at least she hadn’t been able to last he heard. For Justin’s sake, Tony hoped that had changed while they’d been apart.
“I don’t have anything going on tomorrow,” Brian informed as he took the coffee cup from Justin. “What little I would need to do I can do from here or over the weekend. I don’t have any major accounts coming up, and Ted is more than capable of running the DC office by himself for the day. B2 can take care of itself. I have a good manager there. I’ll give you my number so you can send me a text and let me know what your boss says. I don’t think it would be the worst thing in the world if you and I had a few hours alone just the two of us tomorrow morning while Jus is at work to maybe iron out some shit. Even if all this sharing and caring bullshit makes my dick soft.”
Tony snorted and wrapped his arms around Justin as he watched Brian head to the kitchen where he rinsed out the coffee cups. Eventually, the three of them had a quick breakfast due to the not so quick fuck in the shower. Then they separated for the day, with Tony wearing a suit of Brian’s that was too sinful to pass up. He really hoped that Hotch was ok with some time off because honestly, Tony felt like he needed it. They needed it.