no one is alone

nothing's gonna harm you not while i'm around triston massey, 32. the only one out of house massey to remain at king's landing following the conclusion of robert's rebellion. current owner of the honeybadger brothel. don't break his rules or you're out on your arse

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heart hits like a drum | triston & mikael

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mikaelwhiteashes:

“I know, it’s one of the things I love about you,” he answered. He was comfortable here, it was where he belonged and he knew it. Mikael shook his head. “They will not take advantage of me. They can try but it will not end well for them.” His hand moved absently up and down Triston’s side, keeping them close together. “You know better than anyone how well I can handle myself.”

Turning his head some, he smiled. “You know the answer that.” He laughed, enjoying the warmth and comfort of Triston’s bed. How could this feel so right? Sometimes he thought he ought to give up his life of whoring around and just stay here with Triston. But it was a scary thing to settle down, and who knew if Triston would even allow that. He looked down at their intertwined fingers and he grinned. This was definitely against the rules. Slowly falling in love had to be.

“No trouble. I had to remain in court all day, so the only trouble came from dealing with everyone in King’s Landing. I would have preferred to be here.”

Triston couldn’t help the way his heart raced at his words that always seemed to come so easily to Mikael, and he never waivered in directing them at Triston. It flustered him to say the least. He would hate Mikael for constantly making him feel that way if he weren’t already completely taken with him. “I do in fact know how capable you are of handling yourself, but I also know that you attract trouble far more than I would like, whether it be by the heart you wear on your sleeve or that pretty face of yours.” Triston chuckled softly, his eyes drifting shut at Mikael’s ministrations. It was a comfort he hadn’t felt in such a long time that he was convinced he had never felt this safe... warm. Triston would like to think that it was because he denied himself that closeness, but then he would just be once again denying what it is exactly that he feels.

“Hmm, careful with your words. Some might think you actually love coming to a whore house.” Absentmindedly, Triston took his hand from Mikael’s and let it roam up Mikael’s side, drifting it along his broad shoulders and letting it rest against his cheek, this thumb inching towards the corner of his mouth. Triston opened his eyes then and turned his head slightly so he could see him properly, his gaze searching. There were words he wanted to say, questions he wanted to ask, things he wanted to confirm. But he remained silent, afraid to hear things that he might not be ready to hear, afraid to cross that line. Though if he were being honest, that line was crossed the first time he had allowed Mikael to stay with him.

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heart hits like a drum | triston & mikael

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mikaelwhiteashes:

“Yes, I have been told,” Mikael said with a laugh. He wanted to make a joke about his tongue, but something stopped him. Maybe Triston would get upset and he didn’t want that to happen. Instead he leaned over, pressing his face into the side of Triston’s head, breathing him in. “I will be careful, I promise. Most of the guards are concerned with where Cersei’s little birds are more than they are with my whereabouts. But you have so much on these strong, beautiful shoulders already. I would hate to be an extra worry for you.” Mikael hated that there was so little he could do for Triston. The man took care of so many people, but who was taking care of him. It pulled at something in him. He would take care of Triston.

“You haven’t underpaid me, darling.” He tilted his head so that he was looking up at the other man. “I make enough coin here, and we really should renegotiate anyway if you think that is what I should be taking home.” Triston was going to lose everything, he thought. Where would he go? Who would take over the brothel? Mikael couldn’t stand to see that happen. “But not tonight.”

He smiled when Triston asked him to stay and moved so that he had an arm around him again, pushing up close so that they were pressed together. “Thank you. I wouldn’t have left anyway,” he said, pressing another kiss to Triston’s chest before laying his head there. He was warm now, and felt a contentedness he only felt when he was here, like this. He never wanted to get up from this spot again.

Triston angled himself so that Mikael could make himself more comfortable. Throwing caution to the wind he reached out to clasp Mikael’s hand in his, running his thumb over his palm. He could at least allow himself this small comfort since Mikael was so willing to offer it. “You know I can’t help but worry. People are so ready to come here and take advantage of our family and now you...” He trailed off and pursed his lips. He couldn’t admit that he worried for Mikael more than he did the others, even though that was blatantly obvious.

“Should I even ask as to what it is that you want to take home?” Triston arched his brow, looking down at him with a smile as he moved his arm to wrap around Mikael. “I know you wouldn’t have so I didn’t bother arguing.” He laughed, intertwining his fingers with Mikael’s as he grew silent, simply staring at their hands clasped together. Despite all his rules, Mikael had forced his way into Triston’s heart. It did worry him because in his experience happiness never lasted. He didn’t want to fool himself into anything but this at least he would allow. “Did you have any trouble today?”

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heart hits like a drum | triston & mikael

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mikaelwhiteashes:

Mikael moved over some, closer to the center of the bed so that Triston would be next to him. “Oh, I think I can make myself comfortable in a variety of places. The bed they gave me is fine but it was missing one thing.” He waited until Triston was sitting down and had his boots off before wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close. “It doesn’t have you.” He grinned, pressing a quick and gentle kiss to Triston’s arm before letting him go. That was as far as he would push the intimacy. He didn’t want Triston to actually kick him out.

“No one saw me. I was very discreet. Not that I would care, you know this. Their opinions mean very little to me. All I need is their coin.” Mikael shifted, getting comfortable on his side of the bed. “Speaking of coin, you overpaid me. Again. I left it on your desk. Try to put it towards something more… substantial. Not my already heavy pockets.” His hand moved up, rubbing Triston’s shoulder gently as he got quiet for awhile. “If you want me to leave, I will.”

“I don’t doubt that.” Triston chuckled, feeling the bed shift as Mikael did. He let his eyes drift shut at the warmth he felt behind him, his hand moving to the arm that had wrapped around him. “You have quite the way with words, you know that?” Triston felt something akin to his heart leaping to his throat when he felt Mikael’s mouth on his arm. As much as he wished to follow his own rules that he so strictly imposed on every other aspect of his life, his will always seemed to falter around Mikael. Damn him.

“I know you don’t care but I do.” Triston turned as Mikael moved and shifted so that he could rest against the headboard next to Mikael, his hands falling into his lap. “Please, for my sake, if you are to continue coming here in the dead of night just be careful.” Triston looked at Mikael pleadingly before his gaze shot over to the bag of coins that sat on his desk and frowned. “Those are your earnings Mikael, I counted it myself. You know I don’t underpay anyone here, no matter how full their pockets already are.” When Mikael had first come to offer his services Triston was confused. He certainly didn’t need the coin being the son of a noble house like the Whiteashes. But he couldn’t deny that Mikael was definitely one under his employ that was requested the most.

That of course, made it more dangerous for him, especially when it came to keeping the fact that he was employed here quiet. Triston absentmindedly grabbed the hand Mikael had placed on his shoulder and leaned his cheek against their hands. “No... stay,” He muttered quietly, getting lost in his own thoughts before he cleared his throat and sat up straighter, letting go of Mikael’s hand. “It’s far too late. Rest here tonight.”

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heart hits like a drum | triston & mikael

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mikaelwhiteashes:

Mikael had had a long day, and he hadn’t even been working. It was mostly the politics that had drained him completely. But instead of heading back to his room at the Keep, there was only one place he could think of to go. The brothel wasn’t exactly the quietest place, but Triston’s room was always calming for him, no matter what kind of day he’d been having. He made himself comfortable, sitting against the headboard and closing his eyes until he heard the door opening up. “Not very long,” he answered quietly, watching Triston with a tired smile on his face. “You said not to, but you know I just can’t help myself. You have the most comfortable bed in all of Westeros.”

Stretching, he slipped out of his tunic and patted the bed next to him. “Come on. You look tired and there is plenty of room for the both of us.” Whatever Triston said, Mikael tended to not listen. At least when it came to his rules about sneaking into his room or getting too close. The only rule he hadn’t pushed at was the one that said he couldn’t have sex with Triston. He had thought about it, of course. The man was a few years older than he was, but in great shape with a handsome face to match. Mikael couldn’t deny that he would give anything for that one night. But he never overstepped that one boundary. “Please? I’m lonely.”

Triston knew he couldn’t be there, knew that he couldn’t let him. But seeing him there, with eyes as tired as his own looking like he was where he belonged, Triston knew he couldn’t argue. Also that he couldn’t physically argue because he was just that exhausted as well. “It’s hardly fit for a Lord like yourself.” He countered with an arched brow, moving over to his wardrobe to change, his back to Triston. “Surely the Lannister’s would provide you a bed fit for a King...” Once he’d slipped on the loose white shirt he wore for bed he turned around and studied Mikael for a moment. It wasn’t like he hadn’t slept in his bed before and for exactly the same reason, but he shouldn’t let him make a habit of it. He had to be as firm as he was outside his door. But he never was. At least not with Mikael.

“Fine. It’s not like I can kick you out now.” He relented, moving over to his bed and sitting so that he could unlace his boots. “Did anyone see you come in?” It wasn’t that he particularly cared what people thought of him, more that he worried what could be said if someone spotted Lord Mikael walking into the room of the man who owned a brothel.

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heart hits like a drum | triston & mikael

To say that Triston was exhausted would be an understatement. He had barely slept in the past few days, when he did manage to shut his eyes for a moment he had to wake once more because a client decided getting a little rough with one of his girls was allowed. It wasn’t, and now that client was forbidden to return. Providing security for the Honeybadger was easy enough. A trusted old friend of his provided the muscle while he provided a decent discount for their patronage. Anyone that tried to take advantage of this agreement was immediately out on their arse. Triston had few rules around his brothel, but he strictly maintained them both for the safety of those under his care and those who trusted his discretion.

Between dealing with unsavory clients there was also the matter of coin. The levy for the property was high and he refused to underpay anyone that worked for him. They were managing to get by, but only just. That was the price of remaining completely separate from the Lannister’s or the Baratheon’s. Yet struggle as he did there was no way he would allow them any control over anything. Triston’s shoulder relaxed some as the door to his room came into view. He didn’t expect to get too much sleep but the thought of his bed so close was welcome. Entering his room he quickly unbuttoned and slipped out of his coat, hanging it on the hook near the door before he kicked the door shut and turned to face his bed, almost jumping in shock when he saw the figure sitting on his bed. “Gods! Mikael! How long have you been there? And what did I say about sneaking into my room?”