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Triplets (The Politician)
🕑 Added 2020-05-15 14:00:04 +0000 UTCFull disclosure, I've only actually seen two episodes of The Politician and I didn't super love it but once the idea had struck, I knew I had to write it. As such, my apologies for any character inconsistencies!
To say that Payton was dubious as to why his adoptive twin brothers had summoned him to a “highly important private meeting” but he was willing to hear them out, even if it did take time out of his busy schedule. Becoming student body president was the first step in his journey towards becoming Leader of the Free World and preparing for that burden was a time consuming process. His mother Georgina had pleaded with him to take some time away from his business to engage with the family, even if she had described her sons as both being “the ass end of a lame horse”.
Of course, that couldn’t be said about their looks. Martin and Luther Hobart were both drop dead stunning and made Payton look beyond plain when they stood next to him. Unfortunately for them, they didn’t have even a fifth of the brains that he did and that meant they were doomed to peak as runway models and nothing more. Indeed knowing them, they’d be happy with that. Payton simply couldn’t understand anyone who didn’t have real ambitions they strove towards.
“What’s the occasion then?” Payton asked as he arrived at the hotel bar that was apparently their designated meeting place, where he found his adoptive brothers already waiting with three drinks in front of them. “Wow, you even bothered getting me a drink? You must really want something from your favourite brother.” His wisecrack earned him an eye roll but he still took the drink from the bar and brought the glass to his lips to take a testing sip. The taste was sickly sweet but not anything he recognised. “What even is this? Have you decided to poison me to get me out of dad’s will for good?”
The look that the twins exchanged in response to his remark caused Payton’s heart to skip a beat before he remembered that even they weren’t stupid enough to try something so bold in such a public place. His brothers deserved some credit at the very least, even if it was reluctantly given. While his adoptive father had never really been openly loving with him, the twins had actively opposed Payton since his adoption and even made his life hell at times. He wasn’t sure why he was still giving them time out of his day if not to keep his mother complacent for a little while.
“We just want to help you see things from our perspective a little bit more,” Martin explained, although the smirk he wore on his stupidly handsome face was somewhat unnerving.
“Yeah, we’re brothers, right? Sometimes it feels like you’re just not on the same page as us, dude!” Luther added, wearing a similar smug expression. Of course, that also happened to be their natural look, but there was still something extra to the glint in their eyes, something that Payton was certain promised bad things in his future…
Downing the rest of his drink in just a couple of gulps, Payton set the glass back down on the bar and steeled himself for whatever was coming. “I highly doubt you two just want to ‘clear the air’ so why don’t you tell me what you’re really here for?” he asked sharply, already thinking about the myriad of other things he could be doing to help his campaign along. He wasn’t going to win the vote by just hoping for it - he had to be taking constant action!
No sooner had the request left his lips as a strange feeling started to stir deep inside of him, spreading out like tendrils through every limb and even up into his brain. It was as if a thick mist settled over his mind, clouding his thoughts and muting the panic he should have felt at such a strange sensation working its way around his body. All he could focus on was how dry his throat felt and there was only one remedy: “Another drink, please.”
The lithe muscles of his slender body tensed seemingly by themselves as Payton dropped onto the nearest stool, suddenly overwhelmed by a burst of heat. His forehead was damp with sweat and his dress shirt and pants no longer felt as if they were perfectly tailored to him but instead were rather small and tight against his frame. With shaking hands he undid the top button of his shirt and pulled out his collar to put a stop to the restriction of his breathing. Why did his neck feel so wide? That was weird, right?
Thankfully it was mere moments before there was another drink being placed in his hands. Payton was dimly aware of the fact that Luther had placed what appeared to be a small tablet into the drink but the logical part of his brain that warned him against potential danger was muted by the strange fogginess he was experiencing. As he drank, the subtle changes to his body began to accelerate: his shoulders broadened, his chest formed pecs and a set of abs, his legs became stronger and his pale skin took on a golden tan.
The changes to his cute round face were even more noticeable. His jawline widened to a more classic masculine square-like shape and his cheekbones rose to become more pronounced and allow his somewhat puffy cheeks to sink in a little. Meanwhile his hair was swept back as if coated in styling wax and even began to darken until, like the rest of his face and body, they perfectly matched that of the twins he sat across from.
It was the changes to his mind that weren’t so visible, although the relaxing of his tense expression certainly reflected the quieting of all the frantic chaos in his mind. All of his politics was washed away by a great wave and in its place formed thoughts of exercising and pulling the best poses for when he was in front of the camera. Even the thoughts of his intimate relationship with River were gone, replaced with memories that paired Payton with a number of bimbo-looking girls, the likes of which were normally hanging off of Martin and Luther’s arms.
Why wouldn’t they come after me too, though? Payton thought, suddenly confused. We’re identical triplets, of course they’d want me too! I’m just as much of a stud as they are!
“How you feeling, bro?” Martin asked, snapping Payton out of his confusion. He glanced at the empty glass in his hand and chuckled. He could hardly even remember drinking it! At least the fog was finally starting to lift from his mind, although he couldn’t help but feel like he was forgetting something… Oh well, can’t be that important.
“Feeling like I need another drink, bro!” Payton replied, flashing his perfect white teeth as he smiled at his brothers, beyond pleased that they’d invited him out for drinks. Hopefully some hot and horny chicks interested in hooking up with a set of handsome triplets would join them at the hotel bar soon and then Payton’s night would go from good to great! He was damn lucky to have such awesome brothers and was happy with the knowledge that they were all going to make a shit ton of money as models and influencers! It wasn’t as if he’d ever want to do anything else with his life other than look pretty and fuck, so what was the point in aiming for anything more?
Heh, imagine me as President! Not a chance, bro...
