Where: Macnair Manor When: 14th October Who: Brenton && @macwaldenâ
There had to be a first time for everything.
It wasnât the first time Walden had been right. It wasnât the first time Brenton had been dumped or even the first time his heart had been bruised in the process. It was possibly the most serious relationship to date but not the first serious relationship even so. But it was the first time Brenton had knocked. He didnât just let himself into the Macnair ancestry home, instead knocking and waiting.
Things had been sour for a while now and that was why he didnât feel he could just let himself in. For whatever reason, Walden hadnât approved of Brentonâs relationship with Julian and they had argued over the fact. Walden had sat there, stripper on his lap, trying to coax Brenton into a threesome for old timeâs sake and hated it when Brenton said no. That had been the last time Brenton had been to the manor where he had, in the past, lived. And coming back now, the day after his relationship had crumbled to pieces, felt a lot like crawling back with his tail between his legs. It felt wrong and humiliating and Brenton had just turned away, considering leaving again when the door opened, the house-elf on the other side not even waiting for him to announce himself before they disappeared to let Walden know he was there.
