Threads: The Island

"Okay," Kyle said, frowning. "Take off, I kiss you, you get on your knees and blow me. Then I take off your dress, throw it down there, mish on the floor right there, then doggie with you looking out the back. Then you turn and I stand up, cumshot, swallow. End of part one."

Sarah giggled, but nodded. "And then?"

"We lie down, I go down on you, admire your tattoo and then you suck me, ride me like a trampoline and then I cum in your mouth again."

"Excellent. I like the trampoline bit."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Nice touch," She said, resuming her seat.

"Oh, yeah. You swallow again," He grinned. "This is so fucking bizarre."

"Hey, we could have just done it, if that would have been easier for you," She shrugged. "As it is I'm getting off this helicopter and going straight to my room for some private time."

Ordinarily Kyle would have burst out laughing at that, but he shook his head, his face serious.

"Sarah, I think when we land, Edwin will want to find out what happened," Kyle pointed out.

"Oh, fuck. And I have to lie to him and not get caught," She said, sighing.

"You can do it though, because you know that within two days at the most, this will be resolved one way or the other," Kyle pointed out.

"How's it going to end, Kyle?" Sarah asked. "Can you have him arrested?"

"I don't know, but I'll find out."

"And what if you can't?" She asked, her tone serious as she looked at him. "What if you can't?"

Kyle felt sick at the thought of what he might have to do to protect himself. It wasn't just himself though. It was his sisters, Patricia and Sarah too.

"So much for an easy week in paradise," He muttered.

Kyle walked back to the house, trying to appear physically tired but inside he was elated. The conversation on the Chinook with Sarah had yielded more, much more than he had hoped. He knew that Edwin was guilty of manipulating the poor girl, lying to her, sexual harassment, hell, probably sexual assault, blackmail and a load of other stuff thrown in too.

Now Kyle had an ally, had confirmation that Edwin was a manipulative fucker, and had the location of the entry point into the safe house. He just had to figure out a way to let Connor know where and ask him if he could stake it out somehow.

First though, he had to get to his suite, get into a bath or a shower or something and hopefully avoid an argument with Patricia too.

"I could just tell her everything that's going on," He thought to himself, but for some reason it didn't feel right. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, but that he knew the fewer people who knew a secret the more likely it was to be kept quiet.

Plus, he was concerned about the possibility of there being cameras in the suite and her acting differently, or saying something and letting the cat out of the bag.

"Hi Shmi," Kyle said as he entered the suite. "How's it going?"

"Fine," She said neutrally. "I'll see you after dinner." At that she grabbed a laptop and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Kyle frowned, then realise she could be pissed that he was up in the Chinook with Sarah, taking it as a betrayal of her friend.

"Patricia?"

"Back here, Kyle."

Kyle wandered into his bathroom. "How's it going?"

"Fine. Sit down, because we need to talk, Kyle," She said simply. "I know you weren't talking to Julian, I know you were up in the helicopter, and I know who with."

"I was up in the helicopter with Sarah," Kyle nodded, then tried to remember the cover story for his cover story, shaking his head as he realised how complicated this was getting. "Right, yeah, Sarah. After I told you last night that I figured she was the one who sneaked in here the other night, I wanted to talk her somewhere she couldn't run away."

"So why not a meeting room?"

Kyle shrugged. "You can run out the door of a meeting room, so I thought a helicopter would make her a captive audience. Anyway, we spoke for a bit, she denied it, denied it some more and then eventually admitted it."

"And then?" Patricia asked pointedly.

"And then she tried to seduce me. Can you believe it?"

"Well, yeah. She's a slut, remember." Patricia looked at him. "So did it work? Her seducing you?"

"What? No." Kyle replied quickly, shaking his head as if she'd suggested he launch fireworks from his rectum. Kyle took the opportunity to place his hands on her hips. "No, she didn't seduce me. I'm not interested in Sarah. I am interested in you though."

"You realise that you're saying that right after you've been alone with a woman who fucked you only a few nights ago," She pointed out, then added, "And you were alone with her where no-one could possibly wak in on you."

Kyle sat on the edge of the bath and stirred his finger through the blue-green water for a second. "Do you remember yesterday when I figured out who the boogeylady was?"

"Of course."

"Did you trust me then?" Kyle asked.

"Yes," She replied, frowning.

"Then trust me now, Patricia," He told her. "Nothing's changed, nothing's different. I've been on my best behaviour."

"But you did lie to me," She pointed out. "You should have just told me where you were going instead of lying to me about Julian's extended workout planning."

"And I apologise for that, but you would have wanted to come along, and I didn't want to have to say no to you," Kyle improvised. "Now, I really need to get in the bath, and if you fancy doing that soapy-massage thing you do, then that would be like a little piece of heaven."

She frowned, and sat back on the unit opposite the bath while Kyle pulled off his top, kicked off his sneakers and socks and then dropped his shorts.

He tried not to smile as he saw her eyes flicker down to that spot between his legs, only for a second, but enough that he saw her lick her lips a few seconds later.

Kyle slid into the hot water, sighing in pleasure. He hated lying in general, and more specifically to Patricia after she'd spent the week looking after him, keeping him sane and especially after they became physical. It was one of those things that he knew people justified as 'doing it for the best', usually when they were trying to explain it after it blew up in their faces.

"Patricia," He said softly a moment later, rolling his head to make eye contact with her.

"Yes?"

"At some point tonight can you let Connor know I'd like to see him? Maybe go out on a speedboat for a bit?"

"You've got a busy day, Kyle, and your friends are here too, remember?"

"Yeah, I know. Even just ten minutes," He said.

"You're not going to be able to recruit him, you know?" She said, tilting her head.

"I'm trying though, plus I thought I'd invite him to come visit us in LA. Familiar face and all that." Kyle knew it sounded flimsy, but he couldn't just come right out and say that he needed to tell Connor the location of the entrance to the safehouse.

She frowned. "I'll call him now and set it up for after dinner."

"Can you do it later?" Kyle asked, watching her.

"I can do it now. It'll only take a minute."

"Yeah," Kyle smiled. "But that's a minute longer you're not in here with me."

She gave him a look, kind of 'I want to be angry with you but I can't get rid of this smile', and Kyle raised a hand free of the bathwater and crooked a finger.

"Come on."

She raised a finger in warning. "Okay, but only to massage your muscles. Don't think you're getting any fun-time. You're still in my bad books for lying to me."

Kyle knew from her expression that she didn't really mean a word of it, but he was happy to take her at her word, rather than have to worry about the thought of having sex while Edwin watched or listened.

He sat forward in the bath, making room behind him for her and he watched as she stepped out her heels, removed her charcoal business suit, jacket first and then skirt. She unbuttoned her white blouse and Kyle smiled at the sight of her in white lace underwear.

"You look hot," He murmured.

She winked. "I know."

Kyle chuckled, falling silent as she slipped off her bra and panties and then stepped behind him into the water. He leaned back slowly as her legs slid alongside his hips, and he felt her arms wrap around him as he rested his head against her shoulder.

"I should really make you shower before I get in here with you," She whispered in his ear. "Now my shoulder's all covered in sweat from your hair while I'm sitting in your dirty bath water."

"And I thought you liked my bodily fluids too," He grinned, earning a slap on his chest for his trouble.

"Have you got the soap?" She asked a moment later.

"Nope." Kyle was lying there with his eyes shut, loving the feeling of resting on her body in the hot water.

"No soap, no massage," She whispered in his ear.

"I don't want to move anyway," He replied. "Can we just stay here and order room service? Occasionally top up the water?"

He felt her wrap herself around him a little tighter. "Yeah, that would be nice for now, but in a couple of hours we'd be wrinkled like prunes, and no-one wants to see that."

"We'll turn the lights off. Then no-one has to see it."

"Sounds like you've got it all figured out."

"Nearly. Still working on a few of the technicalities though."

They lay there in silence for another few minutes and Kyle realised he was nearly asleep. The days events had been mentally draining and physically tiring too, so lying in the bath with Patricia cradling him against her proved to be more relaxing than he thought possible.

He sighed. "We better make a move, I suppose."

"Good call. Plus, if we have dinner, a few drinks and some fun with your friends, then we can get up to bed all the quicker." He felt her lips press against his cheek.

"You have all the best ideas."

It took a few minutes before Kyle finally gave in and got out the bath, stepping into the shower for a quick rinse off and to wash his hair. Patricia disappeared into his dressing room, sorted out an outfit and then went to her own room to get dressed.

By the time she returned Kyle had his jeans, sneakers and a sleeveless black v-necked top on, and was sitting looking at the hooded jersey on the bed.

Patricia was wearing a pair of washed out jeans, tight figure hugging numbers that showed her off very nicely, with a pair of retro sneakers. On top she wore a simple white t-shirt, her blonde hair up in a ponytail, and only a hint of makeup on.

"How do I look?" She asked, a worried expression on her face.

"You look great. Are you alright?" Kyle asked.

"I'm.. a bit nervous about meeting your friends," She admitted. "I've been up here all day and haven't had the chance yet, and I want them to like me."

Kyle laughed. "Wear a bikini. They'll be your best friends in ten seconds flat."

"It's not funny, Kyle," She said quickly. "I'm worried about this."

"Why?"

She rolled her eyes. "Because if they think I'm a bitch, or an airhead, or if they get it in their heads that I'm manipulating you, they'll tell you that and turn you against me."

Kyle shook his head. "They're not like that, Patricia."

"I don't mean they're bad people, but if your friends think someone is bad for you, they'd tell you, right?"

Kyle smiled. "You're totally reading too much into this. Just chill. Have dinner, have a chat with them. If Ed's being an asshole, make a joke and tell him he's being an asshole. Case will think you're awesome for doing it, and Ed will probably spend the rest of the night hitting on you and saying innapropriate shit."

"They know about me though, right?" She asked.

Kyle thought for a second then shook his head. "Haven't told them about you. Apart from you looking after me and stuff, but nothing about me and you."

She bit her lip. "I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing."

"Stop worrying about it," Kyle chuckled. "Anyway, why did you leave a hoody out for me?"

She winked. "Cunning plan. You wear the hoody down, take it off at the table when you sit down and then your friends can admire your new physique."

Kyle laughed. "It's not a gay porn movie."

"Hey, they'll notice. Trust me."

"Besides, I haven't exactly sprouted muscles," Kyle added.

"I love that you can't see the difference," Patricia said, moving forward. "You're leaner now, Kyle, but you're also stronger. Basically you've got definition where you didn't have it before, and that makes you look....."

"Makes me look what?"

She grinned. "Very fuckable."

He chuckled. "You know how to compliment a guy."

"I try," She smirked. "Now, do I look okay, or should I go change again?"

"You look great," Kyle said, getting to his feet. He kissed her once on the lips, then steered her out the door with him. "And stop with the stressing."

"I'm just worried."

"You don't need to. Just be you."

"Oh, you forgot the jersey," She said, but Kyle grabbed her hand and pulled her out onto the balcony. "Don't you want it?"

"I like the idea, Patricia, but it's too theatrical and the guys would see through it in two seconds flat," He smiled. Kyle paused to grab his cigarettes and smiled as he followed a reluctant Patricia down the stairs. It was kinda fun seeing her without her usual one hundred percent confidence.

Dinner was fantastic, with excellent food and good company. Ed and Casey had sat down either side of Kara, with Margarita sliding into the seat next to Casey, much to Kyle and Katie's amusement. Garius sat on the other side of Ed, and throughout the evening the two of them kept bantering back and forth, Ed claiming Garius was hitting on him, and Garius denying it as Ed wasn't hot enough for him.

The put-downs between the two were really funny, and between that, Margarita and Casey's obvious interest in each other, and Patricia's nerves, Kyle was having a blast.

At a little after eight he disappeared to see Connor, who met him at the end of the pier. They opted for a quick chat, where Kyle brought him rapidly up to speed with the location of the entrance and what Edwin had been up to with Sarah.

Connor gave him a firm look and pointed out to him that he had to consider how to deal with this once they'd figured out how to access the saferoom and hopefully got rid of anything that Edwin was using to set up Kyle and his sisters. The final problem with Edwin would have to be handled carefully, whatever Kyle chose to do.

He had nodded, feeling subdued, and Connor had left after saying he would do what he could to figure out how to get into the saferoom, and that he'd be back in touch in the morning.

Kyle returned to the house, still feeling deflated, unable to get his mind off the situation.

When he got there, Ed was sketching a portrait of Louisa, and despite her pleas to see it, he refused until he was finished. Kyle knew what was coming next and whispered to Patricia that she should watch Louisa's reaction. As expected, the table burst out laughing as Ed revealed his sketch, a drawing of Louisa's face on Garfields body, stuffing her face with Lasagna and wearing a bikini. Louisa thought it was brilliant and wanted to keep it, so Katie promised to have it framed for her.

A short while later, Kyle had pushed his chair back a few feet from the table to have a cigarette, and he was surprised as Patricia pushed hers back to join him. Her hand slipped into his, her fingers lacing between his, and she pulled his hand onto her lap. It was very casual, very comfortable and intimate, and Kyle looked at her, aware they were drawing several glances from those around the table.

"You feeling okay?" He asked, a questionning look on his face.

"I'm thinking if all of us already know, then what's the point of keeping it a secret?" She admitted quietly. "Besides, I'm feeling affectionate."

Kyle shrugged. "It's fine by me."

"Hey, monkeyboy," Ed said, looking sharply at Kyle. "You been slamming the fun parts with this fine piece of hotness and keeping it fucking quiet? From me?"

Garius leaned over a little towards Ed and said loud enough for everyone at the table to hear, "Shhh. It's like watching deer drinking from a stream, or two teenage homosexuals coming out the closet together. You have to be careful not to spook them or they'll run away."

"Fucks sake," Kyle laughed, used to Ed's unusual turn of phrase.

"As if you all didn't know," Patricia said, a shy smile on her face.

"She's so fucking far out your league it's like watching acne-boy humping the leg of Wonder Woman," Ed said, shaking his head. His gaze flicked to Patricia. "You're Wonder Woman, just in case you were wondering."

Kyle grinned. "Fuck off, Ed."

"Just for that, knobsock, I'm gonna have to fucking draw acne-boy humping the leg of Wonder Woman, with Patricia's gorgeous face and your fugly fucking features on it," Ed grinned.

"Don't," Kyle said, appearing unconcerned as he shook his head. "You'll only get them mixed up again, and end up drawing you getting boned by one of the X-Men."

"Get it right, ball-sucker!" Ed said, his finger in the air. "It was me getting anally fisted by Wolverine, in a dress."

"Wolverine had the dress on," Casey added, laughing.

"Wait," Garius said sharply, turning and smiling at Ed. "You drew yourself? Getting fisted by Hugh Jackman? Someone needs to come out of the closet of denial."

Kyle was sitting chuckling as Ed and Garius immediately launched into a lengthy discussion of Ed's heterosexual history and at end of every single story, Garius gave him a psychological translation proving that Ed 'loves the cock', as he put it. Everyone around the table was laughing and having a great time, and Kyle was sore from laughing as he saw Ed get tied in verbal knots, time and again.

"He can do this for hours," Patricia whispered. "It's really funny."

"It's fucking hysterical." Kyle could see Ed almost beginning to believe Garius that he actually was homosexual and hadn't come to terms with it. Eventually it came down to one point, and Patricia nudged Kyle to pay attention.

"So after all that, there's only one question remaining, Ed," Garius told him calmly. "Are you always so easy to mess with?" As Ed saw he'd been duped, Garius stuck his tongue out.

To his credit, Ed took it in his stride, going back to his original point that Garius just wanted him, despite his denials that Ed wasn't hot enough.

At around eleven Casey excused himself and a few minutes later Margarita did the same, provoking a lot of knowing looks around the table and more than a few chuckles.

Kyle took the opportunity to call it a night a few minutes later. Between his late night exercise with Patricia the night before and the draining day he was shattered. To his surprise, Katie and Kara got up and walked with him, following him upstairs until they were sat on the balcony. Kyle lit up and smiled as Kara stole her daily cigarette out his packet.

"This is my favourite part of the day," Kara admitted. "But today's been a lot of fun."

Kyle smiled. "Glad you're enjoying yourself."

"Margarita and Louisa think you're really cool," Katie said to Kara. "They really like you."

Kara made a surprised face, and smiled a little. "That's good, I guess."

"You guys should hang out when you're in New York," Kyle suggested.

Kara nodded. "Sounds good. Hey, how's your LA trip looking?"

"Exhausting," Kyle replied. "I've got a manic schedule from six or seven every morning until midnight for most of the trip. I get the feeling I'll come back from California whiter than I was when I got there."

"But you've got Patricia to keep you company," Katie grinned, adding a wink for good measure.

"Yeah, what was with her tonight, all touchy-feely?" Kara asked. "It was like seeing a whole new side to her."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, she usually comes across as a bit cold, all professional and efficient," Katie explained.