Life in a "Ménage à Trois"

Priestly rolled out of bed, jumping to his feet; he stretched, touching the ceiling and then his toes.

"I don't know why, but today seems like it's going to be a great daaaaaaayyyyyyy!~"

Meanwhile, Mars was calmly sipping his tea downstairs, reading the paper.

Priestly slowly and calmly walked downstairs, silently entering the room from behind Mars. Then he stretched, yawned, and pounced on him.

Mars dropped his tea and crumpled the poor paper.

"Priestly!" He growled angrily.

"Good morning, Marsy-pants," he purred. "I was unsatisfied last night--we didn't get to do it."

"And now you're not getting any tonight, either!" He barked, smacking him. "I was enjoying the paper!"

"On the contrary," he said, sitting in Mars's lap, "I intend to do it now."

Mars pushed him out of his lap and stood up.

"No! You don't get any at all!" He hissed. "That tea turned out perfect, too."

He grinned, pressing against him.

"But I can make a much better tea~ You just have to sleep with me first."

He glared.

"I don't care, I wanted that tea and now you made me spill it and I don't want tea anymore. Now I want...Homemade strawberry pie." He decided.

He grinned.

"I can manage that--but first, I'd rather have a creampie."

Mars smacked him, again.

"I really hate you sometimes."

He licked Mars's face.

"Mmm, don't get me so hot~"

He shoved him away.

"Would you stop?! I want another paper! I'm going out and buying one, since mine is all ripped up!" He barked.

"I'll buy you one once we're doooone~" he whined, already removing Mars's clothes. "I'm practically naked, now's your chance."

He crossed his arms irritably.

"I'm not going to do anything." He informed Priestly. "So go ahead."

He gently nibbled Mars's ear.

"You want me to be the Master this time? Fine by me..." He unzipped Mars's capris.

Mostly out of habit, he pushed Priestly away.

"No, I'm not in the mood!" He whined.

"Let me get you in the mood," he insisted, pulling Mars's capris and underwear.

He groaned.

"I just want to read the paper!" He insisted.

"There'll be plenty of time for that after--today is a busy day." He began to troke Mars's vital regions, removing his own underwear--the only item of clothing he was even wearing.

He still attempted to push Priestly away.

"Really, I'm not..." He tried to tell him. "...in the mood."

He frowned like a kicked puppy.

"B-but...I need it."

He glared.

"And I need my fucking newspaper and tea!"

He nodded.

"I'll get you those!!"