#bc Menelaus also needs some tlc

[johaerys-writes]

Hello, I hope you're having a nice evening! Are u up for a wip Wednesday tmr? If u r, do you mind sharing us some tidbits? Thank you!!

Hello! And sorry for taking so long to respond to this!! I've been working on a fun little one shot with @baejax-the-great where Menelaus is heartbroken after his break up with Helen, and Patroclus and Achilles are just trying to cheer up an old friend (their intentions are very noble and very chaste fr fr):

Patroclus and Achilles' flat isn't how Menelaus had pictured it. He didn't expect it to be so cosy and inviting, with plush rugs, and cushions and fluffy throws over the couch and the armchairs, or the soft, warm light that the space is bathed in from the many vintage-looking lamps that seem to be in every corner of the house. More than anything, he didn't expect the large framed picture over the mantelpiece: a black and white photograph of Achilles in the nude, looking over his shoulder, his back and ass on display. 

His gorgeous, muscular back and his plump and sculpted ass. His hair drifts in the wind, a playful wave falling attractively over his eyes. 

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Achilles himself asks, appearing beside Menelaus with a drink in hand. "The photoshoot was Patroclus' gift to me for our fifth anniversary."

"You should see the picture we have framed in the bedroom," Patroclus laughs, taking off his shoes. 

Achilles laughs as well; low and sultry, the sound trickling down Menelaus' spine like warm honey. "Yes," he says. "You should." He doesn’t take his eyes off him as he sips on his drink. 

Menelaus huffs an awkward laugh, joining them. His skin feels like it's on fire, and he knows it must show on his face. His cheeks are naturally ruddy; he must look like a pomegranate by now. Achilles has always been handsome, devastatingly so, and more than a little cocky about it, but Menelaus thinks this is what had appealed to him from the very beginning; what he’d refused to acknowledge all the while he's known him. Patroclus, on the other hand, is softer, sweeter, so much more human and approachable— and the fact that his eyes are the deepest, warmest honey brown Menelaus has possibly ever seen has never helped matters. His skin prickles when Patroclus comes to stand at the other side of him, hand on the small of his back. 

It all seemed so much easier in the bar. Back there, Menelaus could pretend it was all in fun; perhaps just a casual romp between old friends. It's so much more real and solid here, now that he's in their home and standing between them, wanting both of them but not knowing how to reach. He has no idea how this sort of thing is done, and his inexperience after being with the same woman for years is only one part of it. 

Achilles tosses his drink back and takes Menelaus' hand. "Why don't I show you the bedroom?"

Turns out, Menelaus doesn't have to do much thinking.