Love & Stitches at The Asylum: Part Twenty-Seven
The weekend is here!
Which means it's time for a visit back to The Asylum. <g>
There's been tons with our guys this past week, between the release of Broken Justice (The Asylum Fight Club Book 10), the ebook release of Love & Stitches at The Asylum Book 1 (print coming soon), and the second box set of The Asylum Fight Club. And there's much more to come.
But for now...
Happy Reading!
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The surprised looks and grumbling weren’t a shock. One of the things all the subs that lasted in The Asylum heard at some point was ‘There’s no Sub 101.’ There was a certain pride to figuring things out. To surviving hardcore Doms, tricky club politics, and the occasional fuck-up that led to the ass whipping of a lifetime.
Reed blew out a breath, searching for the words that would justify losing the trial-by-fire most of them secretly enjoyed. Including him.
If anyone else was suggesting this, it’d feel like getting my newb status back.
But that wasn’t what he was doing.
Isn’t it, though?
Stepping up to Reed’s side, Matt folded his arms over his chest. “It’s gonna make it so we all can keep stuff like what happened to Danny from happening again, and look out for the other subs and each other too. We can do better. Be better...and it might keep Lawson and the other Core Doms from being so stressed out.”
Pike sat back a bit, staring at the half-eaten bacon in his hand, chewing slowly. He took a deep breath, then washed it down with a few gulps of bloody Mary. “So this is, like, what? A new standard of behavior y’all are coming up with after being here for years? That’s… Fuck, I don’t know. Danny got hurt doing something...a lot of us woulda done, right? Or...okay, maybe not if he had your experience, but...maybe even then. You didn’t see how crowded shit was up there. I just...I’m not sure about the idea of making us all into carbon copy perfect fucking subs.”
Flipping down from his perch, Avery grunted softly as he landed on his feet. “Do you really think that’s what they’re saying?” He went to the bar, pouring himself some of Rhodey’s whiskey like his hands weren’t covered in red lines. “Or do you think they’re saying it evens the playing field so we all have the same basic knowledge and can learn from the Doms without having to lose an eye?”
“I have been here for years. And I’m not perfect. I’m not one of the more polished subs. I’m not a service sub. I’m a pretty good one, most of the time, but I can get in my own share of trouble. Hell, I wrote the fucking book.” Reed met Pike’s eyes. “This ain’t gonna be some prep class that spits out ideal little service subs—but it might give the service subs something to help them with what they enjoy giving. Avery’s right. This is for the basics. And it might be hard sometimes, or fun, or everything in between. It’s not gonna change who you are as a sub, it’ll just help you, and me, and all of us learn how to manage this place a bit better.”
Dallas wiped his mouth with his napkin, setting it down with a small nod. “Well said. I’ve been here as a switch longer than any of you have been members, and I haven’t learned everything I want to learn about my submissive side. I wouldn’t mind this, even from an exploration standpoint. How will I know I like or don’t like something unless I sample the buffet?”
“Okay, I get that. And it’s...I guess it could be good for all of us.” Pike snuggled in against Keiran’s chest as the other sub rubbed his arm. “But you ain’t gonna make it like we’re doing this because of Danny, are you? Because that would fucking suck.”
Silent for most of the ‘meeting’, Wren looked up from the elaborate chart he’d made. “I don’t think it’s because of him. I think...a lot of us made bad choices last night. We didn’t all suffer the same consequences, but...we know we made terrible mistakes. This could be a way to show we understand that. And there are about two-thousand calories in those danishes, Jamie.”
“Ugh. I gotta go work out after we see Danny. How many hours do I gotta lift and run on the treadmill to burn that off?” Being around Danny was making Jamie revert to some old ways of thinking Jared definitely wasn’t gonna like. “Also, I like that we can all spend time together doing a class thing. We aren’t often all hanging out anymore because everyone’s so busy.”
Keiran smiled and nodded. “I’d like that, too, if we can work it out in the schedule. And Wren, that’s four servings. Jamie’s only had one.” He arched a brow at Jamie. “If you want to keep working out, I suggest you don’t cut back on your calories. Danny has to limit how much he does when he doesn’t eat enough, his routine is pretty strict and I don’t think you’d enjoy being put on the same one.”
Raising his hand close to his chest, like he both did and didn’t want to speak, Drew cleared his throat.
“Go ahead, man.” Reed winked at the guy to lighten things up. “We’re not in class yet.”
“Thank you...Reed. I was just wondering. I don’t play with other people besides my Dom, and I’m not part of the Core. Will there be real stuff in this, or all books and reading and homework instead?” Drew put his hand down as Jamie groaned, sinking down in his seat.
Reed rubbed one hand over his mouth. He hadn’t really thought that far ahead, but he was with Jamie. He hadn’t been a huge fan of high school and the last thing he wanted was to be stuck sitting still for hours having to write about kinky stuff like he was doing a book report.
There had to be a way to make this appealing to everyone. “Hmm… I mean, I think it being talks and demos and stuff would be more fun, but it could be like when the Doms do them for other Doms? Not everyone participates. And, like, we don’t wanna cut our Doms out of having a say. Maybe they could let whoever’s teaching know what’s allowed for each of us and what’s not?”
“That would be a good idea. Anyone who gets their Dom’s permission could volunteer for things they want to try, too.” Snatching a piece of bacon from the pile out from under Pike’s hand, Dallas bit into it. “So...” He crunched, eyeing Drew. “ You might offer to do the middle or little play demo, and Reed could do a hardcore needle play scene with Jared. While I’d have fun with Lawson and the whip.”
Pike picked up another piece of bacon, like his appetite had come back now that he knew the whole thing wasn’t finishing school for subs. “That would be wicked to see. I don’t know what I’d actually wanna try, but, like, I wouldn’t mind seeing what’s out there. And Seth would put his foot down if anyone wanted to stick me with anything. Or whip me. Or...keep me in a room for hours without food…” He looked down at his plate. “Are the Doms coming down soon? I should save some of this for Curtis, he loves bacon.”
Tipping his head as he plucked up a cherry danish, Avery seemed to be listening to something. He bit into the pastry, shaking his head. “No. Everyone’s still asleep. Noah sleep walked to the kitchen to feed L.D. and then went back to bed.” He glanced at Jamie. “The pillow trick worked. He didn’t even notice you were gone. Either that or he’s just enjoying having enough room in the bed for once. And covers.”
“Hey. I’m small. I don’t take up any room in the bed at all. And our covers are giant.” Jamie jutted his chin up, scowling at Avery.
Wren looked a bit like he was choking on his tongue. He cleared his throat, lifting his head. “Yes, it’s a very big bed. And we all love cuddling with...the cocoon you make. At the same time. You’re creative with the way you use space and it keeps things interesting.”
“We’ll make more bacon for Curtis, Pike. You could probably set some aside for Seth and Quint, though.” Reed wondered if they were going to get the rare experience of Pike being full, or if the guy was just missing his cousin. “As for the classes, do we wanna do the pointless things they do in board meetings where everyone’s already agreed, but they gotta put it to a vote, or are we all good?”
“How about everyone’s in agreement, they grab a piece of bacon?” Snatching one up, Matt bit into it and made an appreciative sound. “Oh, man. Drew. You can fry my bacon anytime.”
Drew blushing didn’t look all that different from Drew not blushing, except maybe a little redder along his neck. “Thank you, Matt.” He took a piece of bacon, finally eating something. “Oh, that is good. I wasn’t sure if using the entire bottle of maple syrup was a good idea, but I think it turned out.”
Taking a bite of bacon, Pike lifted the other half to Keiran’s lips. “It really did. Try it, you get to take more breaks now. Maybe Drew will be able to teach Reed a bit too now and you’ll get to enjoy it.”
Keiran nibbled on the bacon, making a sound of approval. “That could work...I don’t want to give up all my teaching time, though.” He smiled at Reed. “I enjoy our time together, even when you come up with crazy ideas and drive me a little crazy.”
Blowing him a kiss, Reed smiled back at him. “That’s really good to hear, because I have some donuts for you to try.”
“They’re epic.” Pike wiggled a bit on Keiran’s lap. “Quint smacked my ass for taking a risk with the nuts, but I didn’t mind. I’d so do it again...okay, maybe not without checking the ingredients and freaking Curtis out, but you know what I mean.”
While they were chatting, Jamie took a piece of bacon, bringing it to Wren as he split it in half to share. “It’s not your thing, but if we gotta vote by breaking bacon, I guess a bite won’t hurt?”
Wren took a bite, then made a face. “It’s very...creative, Drew.” He grabbed a napkin, discreetly spitting it out. “I hope my vote still counts. I apologize, my palate is...fussy.”
“It’s okay. My mom used to say the only insult was not trying something.” Though he smiled, Drew’s eyes grew a little sad at the corners. “Dallas likes it enough for both of you.”
Nodding, Dallas spoke around a mouthful of bacon. “You got that right, Drew.”
“Awesome. And seriously, Drew, don’t take it personally. Keiran makes a game of finding stuff Wren likes. He’s into spicy food. Not sweet stuff. Danny’s the tricky one.” Reed patted Drew’s shoulder. “We’ll let you in on all our secrets when we indoctrinate you into The Asylum Sub’s Cooking Club.”
Drew nodded sagely, obviously taking Reed at his word that there was such a club. “We should all have toques.”
“Nope.” Jamie crossed his arms, head snapping up so he looked at Drew like the other sub had said a curse word even he wouldn’t utter. “No drugs in the club.”
Reed shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “Toques, my man. The hat things that are all big and poofy.” He lifted his hands over his head to show him. “And we don’t mention that. Ever. New sub summit rule.”
Hand squeezing Reed’s shoulder, Matt shook his head a little. “It’s okay. It’d be like not mentioning alcohol because my dad was a boozer. Addiction runs in my family. At least...my brother is a nice guy even if he’s fucked up.”
“Yeah, he seemed really...fun.” Pike poked at the last few bites of his omelet with his fork. “And he really likes dancing. I, umm, think I’ll save this for Seth. Is everyone cool if I grab whatever’s left over for him and Quint and start packing it up?”
“I got it, unless you like doing service stuff?” Hiking his pants up, which Quint or Jacks or somebody really should take in for him, Drew made the offer as he reached for the platter of bacon. “And I’ll make you a plate for later too?”
Pike lifted his head, his lips curving slightly. “I’d really appreciate that. I do stuff for my guys, but...yeah, not a service sub. And this way I won’t, like mix up the wrong stuff or anything. Me and Reed were having Fruit Loops on scrambled eggs once and I brought some to Quint. He wasn’t into it. Which meant more for me, but, like, he was still hungry and Reed had to go make him something else.”
“Fruit Loop French toast is awesome. Same with Captain Crunch.” Sweeping the plates away, Drew turned, his pajama bottoms exposing the cute crest of his ass and the Y of his crack.
Reaching over, with one arm still securing Pike in place, Keiran hooked his fingers to the waist of Drew’s pajama pants and tugged them up. “For next time, I’ll let you know—and remind Reed—that pajamas are not to be worn in the galley. Clean clothes, nothing too loose, and nothing that looks like it’s been chewed on.”
“Sorry, sir...Keiran, I mean. I guess all my clothes are kinda big. I like them that way. Tight things make me anxious.” Drew threw Jamie an apologetic look. “They look awesome on you, but...I need soft, big clothes. Well, not huge, but a couple sizes bigger so they don’t register.”
Wren looked up from his second page of diagrams, his eyes shining with understanding. “Jamie has plenty of experience with things like that. He found me some good socks that aren’t distracting. And some of the brands he’s suggested fit well, but aren’t irritating. I’m sure he could give you some suggestions.”
“That’d be real cool. Anniston Falls doesn’t have a lot of stuff like that.” Drew spoke from the galley door, holding it open with his foot. “I’m gonna get to work on the dishes and cleanup. Have a nice morning, everyone.”
Holding up his hand to stop him, Reed shook his head. “Don’t you want to come see Danny?”
Drew’s gaze went wide, before it darted around to take in everyone’s faces. “I mean, I do, but I know I’m not family... I don’t want to intrude.”
“You’re Danny’s friend. And you’re part of The Asylum’s inner workings, so that’s just like family.” Keiran lifted Pike onto Dallas’ lap, rising and walking toward the galley. “I’ll help you clean up until we get the all clear to go to the clinic, it’ll leave less work for later.”
“Thank you. And maybe you can show me how you like your refrigerator organized? I might’ve put some things back wrong.” The door closed on Drew’s apology.
Dallas stood, bringing Pike with him to the subs’ table, closer to the food. “We’re supposed to get some flurries tonight, Wren.”
A huge smile spread across Wren’s lips. “We are? I’ve been looking almost every night, and I was certain I’d gotten the months mixed up again. It would be amazing if we had snow all over everything again. I’m sure it’s very nice when there’s flowers and such, but snow is...so much more beautiful.”
Lips slanting, Matt tipped his head at Jamie, his gaze on Wren. “Jamie’s hair is the color of snow. Probably we could lose him in a blizzard.”
Phone in his hand, Jamie glanced up. “Har har. I’d blind you with my beauty, like a beacon. I can never be lost.”
Pike shuddered, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’ve seen much snow since I was a kid. Need to look into getting a good jacket. And boots. And a hat…” He made a face and put his hand on top of his own hair. “I hate hats.”
“Get earmuffs.” Music came from Jamie’s phone, quiet, like he played some tracks he was working on but wasn’t ready for everyone else to hear. “I used to be cold all the time when I first got here. Noah was so cool about bundling me up.” Gaze soft and far away, Jamie made a happy sound. “We don’t go out to more than the Center much now, but I still gotta have a heavy coat.”
Sneaking Pike another glass of bloody Mary, just because one more wouldn’t kill him and there was such thing as being too good, Reed winked at him. “You know Seth and Quint will do the same for you and you won’t worry about getting hat hair. Trust me, it’ll be tons of fun. And Curtis always does this whole thing of setting up new decorations he’s built at Tracey’s. Him and Noah get all the lights up, everyone does their favorite snow things and has tons of hot chocolate and cookies.”
“Yeah?” Pike rested his head against Dallas’ shoulder. “I could deal with it to be part of that. It sounds...like something real families do.”
“And Christmas stockings. Even for L.D. with toy mice in them. We’ll have to see if Tracey will have heard about Fresco. He’ll need one too.” Running his black polished fingertips up and down the side of his phone, Jamie grinned at Pike. “We gotta get a pet stocking for Danny for here. That’d be so much fun.”
Pike grinned, squeezing somehow closer under Dallas’ arm, like maybe all the talk about cold times was stealing away the warmth, but he was starting to get into it. “Maybe Jacks can make really big stockings for all of us? And we get up every day and they’re filled with candy and cookies and little...I don’t know, surprises?”
“If it were every day, it wouldn’t be special. Also, please don’t give my sister that idea. She already made me have three Christmases for her last year because she decided ‘the tree was too small’ and if we’d gotten a bigger one she would’ve had three times as many presents.” Avery toyed with one ear gauge with his fingers, looking like he remembered everything vividly. “Do you know what it’s like having to break into the mall on Christmas Day eve to get toys? Thank fuck Rhodey let me use it as a training exercise.”
Reed studied Pike for a minute, then checked the time on his phone. It was almost seven, so Curtis would be up. Curious, he sent his Dom a text.
Hey, ‘morning. All went well in sub central. Question. Did the O’Rourkes not do Christmas?
For a moment it seemed like Curtis might not respond. Then the text dots appeared. It took a bit, but eventually the text chime sounded.
Morning, sparkles. Yes. We did Christmas. It was a big to-do. Midnight Mass. New clothes, and best manners. Not a lot of fun unless you were into getting a new gun or silencer in your stocking. The time Pike asked for candy didn’t go well. He was really little. Probably doesn’t remember it. Why?
Tongue pressed to his bottom lip, Reed texted back.
We were all just chatting about the stuff we do around here. He seems to think stockings are for candy and treats and little presents every day for a month and I’m kinda wishing they were now.
A sad face came back as a quick answer, then the dots bounced around some more.
Oh! I know where he got that from. Gran’s sister moved to London and came to visit. She was talking about the twelve days of Christmas and how her family did a little something every night. Pike was fascinated with the idea of the Advent calendar. He might’ve gotten it mixed up with stockings, he was so young.
Taking a deep breath, Reed considered how they could make this Christmas extra special. Without it messing with anyone. Having something in September had been neat and all, but it wasn’t the same.
After Wren’s party, we gotta start planning. Rehab Christmas for the rest of us, and make it epic for the new people. I wanna go all out. And...dude, you guys did get stuff other than guns, right? I’m starting to think I’m making sure there’s a huge pile under the tree for you and him because...damn.
The door to the upstairs opened, Curtis coming in looking flushed, his hair sticking up everywhere, and his T-shirt on backward. Apparently, given his kiss-swollen lips, he had found a way to keep Lawson happy without his coffee.
“Morning again.” Curtis kissed Reed’s lips, smelling of Lawson and himself, and toothpaste. “I don’t remember anything but porn and gun magazines rolled up in my stocking, along with the occasional nips bottles and once a pretty cool switchblade that I had on me when Noah took me.” Arms around Reed’s waist, Curtis snugged their hips close. “First Christmas after coming to Anniston Falls, I was totally confused when Tracey put one of those orange chocolate balls in the toe of my stocking. I thought it was a grenade.”
Not that Reed hadn’t known how fucked up Curtis’ family had been—first fucking hand—but that was just sad. He turned in Curtis’ arms to look up at him, bringing a hand to his cheek. “That was when you were older, right? I mean, didn’t you get games and toys and...little fire trucks? Please tell me you had a fire truck.”
Tucking Reed’s curls behind his ear, Curtis shook his head a little. “I’m sorry, Reed. I don’t remember much of my childhood. I might’ve.”
“Probably not.” Pike spoke up from where he was inspecting his jeans, which it looked like he’d slept in. He found a loose thread and started tugging at it. “My dad said toys like that were useless. He always threw out the stuff I borrowed from other kids and brought home. The toys my mom got me were for display, fancy bears and these stupid boy dolls with those little spiky hats...umm...sailor caps I guess? They still fought about that sometimes. My dad said my room was making me look even more like a ‘fucking princess’.”
“We’ll do Christmas up right this year, little cuz.” Squeezing Reed, Curtis stepped back to include Matt and Pike in their circle. “Complete with fire trucks.”
The last part had Pike grinning as he sat forward a bit on Dallas’ lap. “I’ve always kinda wanted to try out those little models that you put together and paint and stuff. I don’t think Seth and Quint’ll care if I have them on my shelves in my art room. It’s just kinda full of school books and some of my sketches now, but...maybe I could decorate it or something. Wren’s office is so...him. Like creepy, but all neat and wicked. The only reason my stuff’s not all over the place is because Quint picks it up. I told him not to, but...yeah, I kinda like it.”
“I always wanted to make those painted metal miniatures, but a fire truck model could be cool too.” Chin on the heel of his hand, Curtis did a slow blink, a small smile curving his lips. “And those trains with the working tracks set up in the gym with a whole village...”
Reed smiled and leaned against Curtis’ side, picturing the whole set up and getting caught up in his and Pike’s excitement. There were so many possibilities, and it would be awesome for both of them to experience something they’d been denied when they were kids. “I’m loving all this. I always wanted one of those remote control planes. By the time I was old enough, my dad said I was noisy enough with my little ones and he didn’t need me crashing it into stuff all over the house. Here, there’s tons of space…” He shook his head and made a face. “Just the trains would be a better idea, though. Having something flying around and crashing into things might mess with people.”
“Well, transportation. A gym with high ceilings. There’s room for an airport.” Slanting Reed a smile, Curtis tapped the bar. “Think about it. If we get a new facility, there’s room enough for lots of things.”
Cocking his head to one side, Reed tried to decide how he felt about the possibility of expanding The Asylum. He wet his bottom lip with his tongue. “Yeah, I mean, that’s true, but it’s a long way off, right? All kinds of planning and looking into the right space and paperwork? Could take years. Maybe I’ll be used to the idea by then? Right now it’s just...I don’t know, hard to wrap my head around. Other than things being a bit crowded sometimes, I’m good with it as is, you know?”
Already shaking his head before Reed finished, Curtis sat up. “No way. We’re not giving this place up. I’m talking about expanding the fence. Taking up some of the General Clinic parking lot, and putting in a dedicated gym and ring.” He looked around the room, clutching the edge of the bar like it was his firstborn. “Nobody’s gonna take this place away. Over my fucking dead body. Maybe not even then.”
“Okay, good. I wasn’t sure what the plans were and it was kinda freaking me out.” Reed stroked Curtis’ bicep, turning to brace his back against the bar and let his gaze travel over the space, which had gotten some changes with the cigar lounge and the pool tables being moved to the dance club, but nothing so big it didn’t feel like the same place he’d been coming to since he was a teen. “I love it here. I think it would be okay to let it grow a bit with the membership and all, but I don’t want to lose the important stuff. Like...mornings like this.”
“This place could burn to the ground and we’d never lose this.” Making the sign of the cross, Curtis snorted. “Dog forbid.”
At the bar, Wren straightened a bit, the notebook he’d been writing in looking like it was half full. He gave Curtis a surprised look, like he hadn’t noticed him come in, a warm smile spreading across his lips. “Good morning, sir. I’ve just finished drawing up a chart with everyone’s eating habits and weights and what their goals should be. I think I should weigh everyone again to make sure the information’s current. You’ve regained a lot of muscle mass and I think you recently surpassed your goal weight. You should let Reed have your protein shakes and focus on more fruits and vegetables.” He looked at his notes again. “Hmm...I need to do more research. I think a lot of meat would be good. Someone should become a vegetarian, it would be interesting to see how different their progress would be.”
“Maybe now that there’s a Dom here you’ll stop writing with your hands all messed up. I thought I was the masochist?” Reed straightened and stretched his arms over his head. “Anyway, last thing I almost forgot. We need a Dom we’re actually asking to run the classes. I figure there’ll be different kinds of classes, with the Dom’ who are the most experienced with stuff taking over. Like Lawson and Dallas with the whips, or Curtis with the ropes. But, for like the Headmaster? I nominate Jared.”
“Can we teach and be in the classes? Because I really like the sound of this.” Wiping a bit of sugar off Pike’s cheek, Dallas glanced over at Curtis. “You in, my man? I don’t want to be the only switch in the class.”
Gaze warming as he took in first Dallas and then his cousin, Curtis nodded. “I like the sound of that. It’s not often I get to relax into that side of myself, and I don’t want it much. It’d be fun to play with it a bit though, when there’s no danger of things going sideways.”
Keiran plucked the pencil out of Wren’s hand, his brow creasing slightly as he inspected Wren’s palms, then glanced up at Avery, shaking his head a little. “This all sounds very good to me. Between work and...well, more work, I think a lot of us are missing out on just relaxing into our submission. It would be an opportunity for both of you and...like regular time set aside for the rest of us where our only responsibility is to show up ready to learn. Jared as a Headmaster seems...fitting.”
Going to the ice chest behind the bar, Jamie quietly made an ice pack from a bar towel and brought it to Wren. “Here. You don’t hafta punish yourself. You did an awesome thing for me and Danny, even though it cost you. Thank you.”
“I don’t regret doing it for you, but I… Noah was so disappointed. He trusted me to stay within the lines and...I walked all over them.” Wren pressed his eyes shut as he placed the ice pack between his hands. “I need to find a better way to...help around here. I’m not sure how, but...maybe the classes will give me an idea.” He lifted his gaze to meet Jamie’s. “Thank you for reminding me about...this. Jared wouldn’t be pleased.”
“He’d be worried.” Plunking down next to Wren, Jamie tipped his head onto his co-sub’s shoulder.
Wren inclined his head, glancing over at Reed as though remembering why they were all here. “I agree with Jared being the Headmaster. And I’d very much like to see what all the Doms would teach. I don’t often get to see the demonstrations in the dungeon, but the ones I have seen, I’ve enjoyed. This feels like it would be similar, only more private and...safer.”
“I’m in if Rhodey says it’s okay.” Avery had climbed back up to his favorite perch, sitting over Dallas and Pike. “And as long as I’m not on duty.”
Pike gazed up at Avery, a thoughtful look on his face. He wiggled in a bit closer to Dallas’ chest, speaking softly. “If all the different Doms are gonna be teaching...does that mean we’re gonna have to...act different for all of them? Or...yeah, I guess if Jared’s in charge, he’ll set the rules or whatever? I’d be all right with that, he’s pretty cool. Rhodey running a class would be...ah… Can we get notes from our Doms to excuse us from some classes, because I think I gotta go talk to Seth.”
“We ought to hand out Sub Royal pins that say ‘I survived Rhodey’ or something.” Rolling his eyes, Matt pointed at Avery. “You get the blue ribbon.”
“Or blue balls.” Curtis winked at the sub, tipping his head back to look at him.
Taking out two darts, Avery flipped them in his hands, not seeming to care that they were just as covered in cane marks as Wren’s.
Reed narrowed his gaze at him. “Throw those at anyone during my meeting and we’re gonna have words, man.” He inhaled slowly. “I don’t think any of the Doms will be crazy hardcore in the classes, unless...well, we want them to be. Our Doms all get final say in what happens to us and we’ve gotta trust them and whoever’s teaching. This won’t be like survival training so...I don’t think there’s anything to worry about.”
“Yeah, well, maybe we get that first. Training on how to survive Rhodey, Jared, and Noah.” Polishing the brass fittings on the beer taps, Matt shook his head. “I have to be nuts to agree to this.”
The edge of Reed’s lips quirked. “Maybe a little, but it’s one of the many reasons I love you.”
One of the problems with Reed taking on a plan like this? He could come up with ideas that sounded good, and he wasn’t so bad at explaining how something might be fun, but when people started picking shit apart? Finding answers that would satisfy everyone was almost impossible.
If ever there’d been a time for stubborn optimism, this was it.
He’d get the subs united.
Even if I have to knock a few heads together to do it.
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A sub royal pin that says 'I survived Rhodey'. Yes, i like the sound of this sub101 😊
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ReplyDeleteLove sub summits! Bring on Sub 101 😁
ReplyDeleteThis all sounds great, but doomsayer Danny isn't there to point out the problems 😄
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