Love & Stitches at The Asylum: Part Fifty-Four
Hello, friends!
Trouble is a brewin' but never fear! Rhodey's got it all under control... Sort of. See you next week, when the entire Core loses their...marbles.
Happy Sunday and happy reading.
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“Seth, you’re up” Jared’s terse tone cut through Seth’s mayhem-driven fantasies.
He pulled his attention back to the room, motioning to both Pike and Quint. “Pixie, smiley. Let’s get those gorgeous asses up here.” He patted the bartop. “My dynamic duo.”
Quint slid a concerned look in Jared’s direction as he picked Pike up and put him on the stage, his focus immediately shifting to Pike when he began to dance to the music that flicked back on. He hovered close as Pike did a decent imitation of the go-go boys he admired, only they were always aware of their limited space and he most obviously was not. His eyes closed, his movements a little wild, Quint missed getting hit in the face several times by skill alone.
“Enthusiasm, sin tinged innocence, and the kind of submission every Dom only wishes his boy could attain.” Head back, smiling up at his boys on the bartop, Seth admired Quint’s skill and Pike’s joie de vivre. While Pike was dressed provocatively, Quint’s light blue button down with its few missing buttons and navy slacks clung to him in a way that said he didn’t need a fancy costume to showcase his kind of competence. “If you’re in the mood for some of ‘the right kind of trouble’ with a sweet sub who will get off on making you laugh and moan with that pixie pout, then you’d best get your game on.”
He laughed, reaching out to help keep Pike on the bar when he danced close.
“You won’t have a dull moment, and your dick will thank you when my boy is done servicing you.” Turning his attention to Quint, he broadened his smile. “I could say the same for my smiley. He’s skilled at pleasure, but can take a lovely amount of hard fucking. I dare you to try to fuck him as hard as he can take, and I wager a bottle of top shelf bourbon you won’t be able to do it. The most obedient and skilled sub here, he will have your dick hard and will give you what you never knew you desired before you can voice your needs.”
Rhodey met Seth’s eyes, giving him a nod of approval, in that brief moment making his intentions for the night very clear. He was more invested than anyone for the Core to find a level ground and strengthen their ties. The way he held Seth’s gaze for a long moment also clarified that he suspected Seth might have his own motives, but he wouldn’t step in unless absolutely necessary. He was letting the cards fall as they may, so long as the end result was to his liking.
Acknowledging the moment with an almost imperceptible nod of his own, Seth swung Pike off the bar into his arms, almost earning a go-go kick to the chin before he could bundle his pixie’s legs to him. “Well done, sweet prince. That’s the way to show them what they’re playing for.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t meet him before you did, sir, in a club somewhere, moving like that.” Keiran grinned, propping his hip against a nearby bench. “I would’ve taken him under my wing. He’d have made a killing.”
Pike lifted his head, his cheeks a little pink, but his eyes glowing with the praise. “Yeah? I always knew this ass would get me places. Not that I wanna do it now, but stripping woulda been a hella lot more fun than college.”
Hiding a laugh, Jared lost some of his terseness as he tore his attention from Pike. “Noah. Our boys, please.”
“On it, my man.” Noah rose from his stool, walking over to the sofa and swooping Jamie up to sit on his shoulder, feather’s flying up in the air around him. He held him balanced there with one hand, holding out the other to Wren and returning to the bar with both. “In an outfit inspired by one of the musical greats—expertly executed by our resident style master—” He gave Jacks a nod of thanks. “We have this stunning little cat. He likes candlelight, poetry, and dancing. And he won’t be showing you, but he’s earned his place at the top for a reason. He’s gorgeous and moves like a wet dream, only you’ll be wide awake.” Letting out a quiet laugh, Noah shook his head. “I never expected to be in the position of trying to sell my subs, but there you have it.”
Hopping from Noah’s shoulder, Jamie landed on the bar as the music changed to a warbling old soundtrack that he’d apparently remastered to remove the lyrics. The feathers on the cloak and the sequins sparkling beneath the spotlight dazzled as somehow Jamie made Liberace and Shirley Temple meld together to form a perfect combination of camp and innocence. He finished with a windmill flourish, then leaped off the bar and sailed directly into his Dom’s arms with a giant kiss.
“Lovely performance, little cat.” Noah held his boy close, motioning Wren a step ahead of him rather than bringing him up onto the stage. “My little bird doesn’t sing so sweetly, but he displays the kind of submission any Dom would crave, and he aims to please whoever he surrenders control to. You would find a depth of pleasure with him few ever experience and a taste of power few deserve. I’d wish you all luck tonight, but I plan to leave you all cooling your heels in your lofts, so…enjoy what you can before the game’s over.”
Seth reached over to where Drew had misplaced the bourbon in with the orange juice in the drinks well, plucking up the bottle ro refresh his drink. “You can try to handle ten subs at once, Noah, and I’d like to see it. If you win them all, I’m staying right down here where I can watch.”
“You’re welcome to it, my man.” Noah’s sly smile slanted his way, ruined when he began to put Jamie down and ended up trapped in a feathery snare. His attempt to dislodge himself had Jamie dangling precariously over one arm, the scene a bit like a brightly colored bird had gotten tangled around a tree covered in silk and leather.
Ignoring the near disaster, Seth pretended to notice Wren for the first time. Giving him a considering look, he tipped his glass to his lips for a sip, making a thoughtful sound. “You know, though, I think you might’ve piqued my interest in Wren. I won’t let you keep him. You’re not supposed to play with your own subs anyway, and I have a history of very much enjoying the benefits of Jared’s good taste.”
On one knee, Jamie’s two feet safely on the floor, Noah gritted his teeth, waving Wren off when he grabbed the medkit and offered up a scalpel. “You have, but I wouldn’t count on it tonight. Jesus Christ, what is this fucking stuff made of? Kevlar?”
Jacks hopped off his stool, bending down to help, and making it look like Jamie had somehow turned into an odd little pagan bird god they worshiped. “It’s got stiffener in it. So the feathers won’t droop.”
Snickering, Jamie watched as Jacks deftly untangled Noah’s trapped button, twisting it this way and that until he finally had to pop it through the hole and back to create a little tear. “Looks like you’re gonna claim another one if he keeps undressing you, sir.”
“Thank you, Jacks.” Noah shook his head, crimson staining his cheeks. “I really do admire how you manage things like this. I don’t think I ever understood how…complicated it could be to maneuver around such a variety of wardrobes.”
Sitting back on his heels, Jacks considered Noah for a moment, then broke into a wide grin that brought out the stunning light in his eyes and the bone structure that made him such a natural for the camera. “I’m surprised. You’ve done your fair share of undressing men. Let me know if you want me to play next to you in the future and I’d be happy to explain the intricacies of the fabrics while you strip down your sub.”
“I may take you up on that.” Noah grumbled as he attempted to regain his composure. “I can do harnesses with a dozen straps and even corsets, but…yeah, this is my first time with this much fabric.”
“Oh, the pleasures that await you...” Jacks purred the words, standing to join Shea and Danny. Slipping his hands inside Danny’s hood, he leaned down to poke his nose in the well of fabric to give him an audible kiss.
So far so good.
Managing to gain attention without rocking the Core into violence could be tricky sometimes. Having them all much more solid than when he’d arrived at The Asylum meant that Seth could poke and pull at his own kinds of threads to mold the fabric of the place to suit his purposes without fraying the entire garment. Locking his gaze on Wren, he didn’t bother to hide his appreciation for the snug, tan military fatigues he wore with RAVEN, R.N. embroidered on the name tag.
This time, Noah didn’t seem to notice, and Rhodey watched him for a moment, his lips thinning slightly. He shifted his gaze to Jacks, his tone almost light, but it was apparent he was keeping a close eye on his nephew. “You enjoy the costumes, Jacks. I’m sure you could have some fun trying all sorts of them on with Jamie. Maybe you could show your appreciation of how good he looks in what you made for him by winning him tonight.”
Sharing a glance with Shea, Jacks leaned back from Danny to meet Rhodey’s gaze. “We have someone in mind, but you’ll need to wait and see who he is.”
Cigar relit during Jamie’s performance, Jared leaned back to observe the exchange as he calmly puffed. “Lawson, that leaves one of the best for last.”
Before Lawson could stand, Rhodey stepped forward, holding Jacks’ gaze, his tone firm. “You can’t wager on your own subs.”
Jacks’ brows rose high, his full lips thinning. “Why are you so worried we’re going to wager on Danny?” He put one hand elegantly on his hip. “We’ve got this, Rhodey.”
“And you have two more subs now.” Rhodey gave Jacks a firm pat on his shoulder. “Congratulations. You can thank me later. Now shut up, it’s Lawson’s turn.”
Opening and closing his mouth, Jacks seemed to be trying to remember if Dom 101 included a lesson on whether or not he and Shea had to accept a sub who was given to them—forced on them—by another Dom. Sub gifting wasn’t something that happened much, at least not quite like this, so Seth didn’t blame the man for his confusion.
It was clear to Seth that Rhodey wanted the best for his nephew’s boy, and if he could maneuver Jacks into accepting Jamie as his sub du jour by piling an entire entourage on his and Shea’s shoulders, he would.
“Wait a damn minute.” Shea cut off Lawson’s next attempt to speak, shaking his head. “You let Keiran throw shit at me when he’s in a mood and I’m supposed to be one of his Doms?”
“Learn to catch.” Rhodey shrugged, like it was a done deal. “And you’re being fucking rude. Go ahead, my man.”
Lawson’s brow rose. “That’s quite all right. If you have more to discuss, be my guest.”
“Noah, come sit by me with our boys.” Jared patted the sofa, never looking in Rhodey’s direction. “It’s a little chilly by this window.”
Taking a closer look at Noah, Seth attempted to tell if he’d rocked the man off his foundation. Not something he’d been going for, and the Dom seemed stable enough to his own eyes. He’d seen him fracture before, and whatever was going on with him didn’t seem the same.
Grabbing his drink, Noah headed toward Jared, seeming to forget both his subs for a moment. He stopped, jaw ticking and snapped his fingers. “Come.”
Whatever was up, Jamie seemed to catch on, nodding once at Rhodey when Noah wasn’t looking and following with quiet steps to Noah’s side where he took a very pretty wait pose.
Moving with him, Wren grasped Jamie’s hand, tugging gently and bringing him to kneel at their Doms’ feet as Noah sat on the edge of the sofa, observing everyone in the room with tension practically radiating off of him.
Not unbalanced, but definitely on edge, which wasn’t something Rhodey would miss. As much as the man had progressed over time, any uncertainty was something to keep an eye on for those who loved him and wanted to keep him in a place he fought so hard to maintain. Fully in control of himself. And likely his surroundings, which was harder to guarantee. Accepting that, with the challenges he’d face, would take a lifetime of continued effort. And a great deal of patience and understanding from those who stood by his side.
“It’s fine, my love. We’ve got this. It has been a long time since we’ve done something new around here. This is a lot for everyone, with new people in the mix.” Attention finally fully on Noah rather than directed obliquely at Seth, Jared spoke quietly to his man. “We’ve fielded more chaos under dire circumstances. Breathe for me and tell me you don’t picture a lovely sub here under your whip? Take a look around and choose. Set your sights on him and make him yours.”
Noah inhaled slowly, closing his eyes. He nodded once, then rolled his neck. “I don’t make mistakes. This is…yes, I’ve got this. I can…fuck, you’re right. I know you’re right.”
Voice lowered even further so Seth had to strain to hear, Jared gripped Noah’s thigh, up high. “I will deny it if you ever tell anyone, but I set this up partly to watch how fucking gorgeous you are when you let go.”
Brow furrowed, Noah opened his eyes and looked over at Jared. “What?”
“I want to see you claim the kind of pleasure around here you deserve, love. In a way that feels good.” Jared ran his hand over the top of Wren’s head without breaking Jamie’s gaze. “Feast on a banquet. I’ll do the same.” Jared stroked his hand over Noah’s thigh, squeezing once. “Let’s attempt to focus on being in the moment and enjoying ourselves so we don’t frighten anyone off who might be considering our boys. I’m doing my best to ignore Bizzy’s barbs, and my own lack of familiarity with events like this. We will rise to the challenge. We always do.”
That got Jared a small smile as Noah placed a hand over his. “Yes, we do. Thank you, my man. But I can’t promise not to scare anyone off. If they’re that weak, they’re already over their heads.”
“Agreed.” Jared spoke out of the side of his mouth, straightening so he could meet Lawson’s gaze. “We’re ready. Thank you for giving us a moment.”
Lawson inclined his head, glancing at Noah before bringing his attention to Matt. He smiled softly at his boy, brushing his hand over his hair. “My boy is usually very contained and he is very well behaved, but he has a strength and passion that can be drawn out by the right Dom. He can serve and he aims to please, like many of the incredible subs we have here, but there is another depth to what he’ll give you if he offers you control over him. One thing is guaranteed, he will not disappoint you.” His gaze shifted to Curtis. “My man, get up on the bar, I know you’ve been waiting for this all night. I believe, with you, actions will speak louder than words, but I’m curious to see which Doms think they can handle you.”
Grinning, Curtis started up the stairs to the bar, winking at Reed on his way up in a shared joke. In his arms, he carried a shaker and two bottles of whiskey. At the precise center, he stopped, cued Reed with a nod, and INXS’s Need you Tonight began to play.
Juggling the bottles, he poured a mixed drink, uncapping the shaker and recapping between flipping the whiskey containers off his biceps to give him some extra time to maneuver. Drink mixed, he set the bottles down, handing it with a flourish to Rhodey, before breaking into Kevin’s bar top dance routine from Coyote Ugly.
Rhodey lifted the glass toward Curtis with clear admiration in his eyes before handing it to Keiran. “Nice handiwork. I’ve always enjoyed what you can do with the bottles when you’re not breaking them.” He glanced over when Keiran sipped, then smacked his lips, throwing Curtis a Chef’s kiss. “Two stamps of approval. You’re on a roll. I’ll either have to clear the table and win you or have my boy put everyone down for a nap.” He tapped his chin as though considering which one he’d prefer. “Let’s keep things interesting and let it be a surprise.”
Shirt off, finishing his routine on his spread knees, Curtis saluted Rhodey with two fingers and a wild eyed grin, before he hopped off the bar, using one palm for leverage. “Share a sip with me, Keir-bear?”
“Sure.” Keiran held out the glass, licking a bit that had spilled over his fingers. “Nice and sweet with a bite to it. I think I have a new favorite.”
Curtis groaned quietly, plucking the cup from Keiran’s hand, holding the sub’s gaze, and turned so he sipped from the exact same spot. “Thanks. That was thirsty work.”
“We’ll be served dinner after we play. Our boys will wait on us for snacks or refreshments. Feel free to ask any boy to bring you something you need or want. Cheating will be dealt with severely by me personally.” Jared stood, laying his hand on Noah’s shoulder in solidarity. “Subs who misbehave will be caned against the bar. You will have no warning.”
Groaning, Pike dropped his forehead against Seth’s shoulder. “I gotta serve food and dodge canes? I’m gonna be so f’ing tired by the end of this game I won’t be able to have any fun. I thought we got to laze around and be sexy and useless.”
Seth framed Pike’s jaw with his hand, holding him immobile for a deep kiss that tasted of sweet icing and orange juice. When he pulled away, he breathed against his boy’s ear. “You’ll never be useless. You’re my favorite toy.”
“There are a lot of subs, brat. I’ll make sure you don’t have to serve anything if you’ll be careful with your language.” Quint spoke softly, exchanging a look with Seth. “Other than that, I don’t think he’ll have to worry about the canes.”
Noah spoke up, his gaze flicking from Pike to Jamie. “We want everyone to enjoy themselves, but I think, with all the Core Doms here, it’s fair to expect exemplary behavior. I won’t tolerate any workarounds of the rules. There is no swearing. No close calls. No rudeness. Let us see how well our boys can display their submission.”
“Well said, my man.” Giving Noah an authentic smile, Seth stood handing Pike over to Quint, then moving toward the poker table to take his seat at a place that had been marked with a name card in some of the neatest cursive he’d ever seen. He lifted the card to examine it. “Pike and Quint, I’d like one of you to make me filet mignon and the other to make me a strawberry trifle.”
“Yes, sir.” Quint tore his gaze from where he’d been shooting daggers at Noah, latching on to Pike’s hand and tugging him toward the galley. “You can make the trifle, brat.”
Pike huffed, shaking his head. “What the…what even is that? And you don’t let me cook—”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
“You said I’d burn the kitchen down.”
“There’s plenty of fire extinguishers.”
Looking around for somewhere to set his drink, Seth frowned. Then recalled that service subs usually held drinks for the Doms who played. He snapped his fingers before any other Dom sat, calling Wren to him. “Hold my whiskey, pet. Stand right here.”
Wren inclined his head, stepping up to his side and taking his glass without a word. His posture showed he was comfortable in this position, but his gaze flicked to Jared and Noah, as though he was prepared for contradicting orders.
Over at the other side of the table, Shea ducked out of sight, sighing as he spoke under the table. “You can’t serve anyone from under there, Danny.”
“Sure he can.” Rhodey snapped his fingers at Avery. “Get Reed’s marbles and spill them under here. Danny, you’re going to pick them up for me.”
Disappearing into the stairwell, Avery moved silently and swiftly to obey his Dom. The door hadn’t quite closed all the way when a tiny mew wailed from behind it. Avery returned, holding Fresco, and frowning. “Um...”
“I’ll watch him.” Reed jogged over, taking the kitten. He glanced at Lawson. “If you order me to?”
Lawson nodded. “Please. And—”
“Matt, come hold my and Jared’s drinks.” Noah settled back in his seat, arching his brow when Lawson glared at him. “What?”
Only a rapid blink displayed Matt’s surprise. His High Protocol training kicked in, steps bringing him to the space just behind the area between Jared and Noah’s seats. He held out his palms, flat, like a table, to either side of himself, and stared straight ahead.
Bringing the kitten to the other side of the bar with him, Reed moved close to Drew’s side, speaking low. “Aren’t you glad we ain’t playing?”
“You’re both ordered to stay right where you are.” Stephan shook his head, sighing. “This place. I am taking a break tonight before I need to call Vani for backup.”
One side of Jacks’ mouth kicked up as he took his seat to Shea’s left. “Jamie, have Dallas and Curtis help you get the stripper pole from the dance club and set it up in here. I want to see what the three of you can do.”
“Not Keiran?” Seth leaned back in his seat, watching as the brand new packs of cards were unwrapped.
“No. I figure we’ll need him to put out the kitchen fire.” Jacks cracked his knuckles one at a time in a rare uncouth display. “And get us treats.”
Keiran rested his elbows on the bar behind him, observing the room with amusement in his eyes. “Is that an order, sir?”
Glancing over his shoulder, Jacks smirked. “Sure. Why not?”
The edge of Rhodey’s lips twitched. “Be specific or you’ll regret it.”
Twisting his lips to one side, Jacks glanced over as Stephan counted out the chips. “Sorry, my man. We need more. Rhodey gave us three more subs. Or a switch and two subs. How many switches equal one sub? Dom math.” He snorted, returning his attention to Keiran. “Be on alert for mayhem in your galley, my boy, and play restaurant host. You know how to treat your best customers right. That specific enough? If not, please feel free to ask.”
“Yes, sir, that’ll do.” Keiran sauntered by, leaning in to press a kiss to Jacks’ cheek. “You’re lucky Rhodey warned you. You were about to get Danny’s puppy treats.”
A snort came from Jared, who kept flicking glances Wren’s way. “Bizzy, tell him he’s allowed to move, dammit. You don’t abuse my subs like you do your own. He’s literal.”
“It’s been a minute tops, Jared.” Irritation crawled down Seth’s spine, but it was better to give in to Jared’s demand than to provoke an actual argument. “Wren, you need to keep circulation and move your weight around. Shift the glass from hand to hand if you need to and use ‘yellow’ when you need a break.”
Wren blinked at him, looking confused. “‘Yellow’? Why would I need to use yellow, sir? I’ll use ‘red’ if any order is idiotic, but so far nothing you’ve said or done reaches that level. I’ve used ‘red’ less than a handful of times. Once when I was very angry…” He glanced at Jared. “I apologize for that, sir. In retrospect there were likely better ways to approach that situation. Is something burning?”
Cursing in Spanish under his breath, Keiran darted into the galley.
“‘Yellow’ so the scene doesn’t end, but I know you are approaching discomfort.” Explaining in a calm, even tone, Seth gave Wren a warm smile. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, my fiery phoenix.”
Inclining his head, Wren switched the glass to his other hand, then switched it again, continuing as he spoke, moving almost like he was doing a slow march in place. “I appreciate your attentiveness, sir. If you somehow win I am certain you’ll be an ideal Dom.”
Watching the unending motion, Seth met Jared’s steely blue gaze. The other man’s brows were raised in a way that clearly labeled him an ‘idiot Dom’. “I see what you mean.” Facing Wren, he tried again. “Are you finding that comfortable, or would you prefer to only switch hands and move when you need to stretch your muscles or change things up for comfort?”
“No, this is not at all comfortable, sir…” Wren shook his head. “I am following your orders. I have no preference. I read that humans are capable of remaining still for great lengths of time when hunting, though we’re not the best of predators naturally. I suppose that doesn’t matter, since intelligence closes the gap made by our very limited bodies. I could probably stand here all night…the Queen’s guards somehow manage it. It would be interesting to see the impact long term, but they seem to be in very good shape.”
“The Queen’s guards move their feet and march back and forth, as well as switch their guns from shoulder to shoulder at prescribed intervals.” Counting his chips, Jared glanced up at Wren. “Apply what you know about the necessity or circulation to prevent embolisms, Nurse Raven. Take care of my property accordingly.”
Wren gave a sharp nod. “Yes, sir.”
The elegance of Jared’s order, its simplicity and directness, struck Seth as something he had likely had to practice with his sub before getting it right. Including Noah in his observation, Seth flicked a finger between him and Jared. “You two figured this out, how?”
“Prison. And no room for error.” Noah spun one of his chips on the table. “I learned how he responded best. Thankfully, I had very good training I could apply.” He smiled at Jared, then gave Wren a soft look, the ghost of fear he must have had then passing through his eyes. “It worked well. Some would say too well, but handled right he’s both capable of managing on his own when he needs to and is a stunning example of submission.”
Rubbing the pad of his thumb over the smooth inner circle of one jewel green chip, Seth nodded slowly. “I look forward to experiencing the full range of his abilities this evening.”
A growl escaped Jared, but the man didn’t say anything as Curtis and Dallas came in with the stripper pole base and the mobile brass pole. Jamie trailed along behind them with the air of someone who supervised but didn’t quite know what to do with himself.
“All right.” Stephan left Reed and Drew with the kitten, taking his place at the table and opening the cards. He began to shuffle, his gaze going over every Dom. He paused, the edge of his lips quirking as Connor held up a finger and went over to grab a hightop table, placing it between himself and Blain and putting his drink on it. “If you’re ready, we’ll begin. Texas Hold ‘Em. I’m going to assume you all know how to play. No leaving the table until the hand is over. No communicating with any subs who might be in view of the other player’s cards. We’ll keep things simple.”
Another string of Spanish curses came from the galley.
Rhodey made a dismissive motion with his hand. “Free pass while he’s babysitting. Someone put his favorite spoon in the oven.”
While Rhodey spoke, Avery had slipped into the bar carrying what appeared to be a giant yellow beach bucket with a Care Bear sticker that had long since half-frayed away and was missing one eye. At the center of the room, he whistled, and upended the bucket.
Marbles clattered and rolled everywhere. In all directions. “Here, Danny! Here boy!”
Under the table, Danny giggled. “Thanks, Avery. You distracted me from wondering how Pike and Quint might explode the galley. They know how to make two things between them…well, Quint knows how to make the things and Pike…watches and usually doesn’t catch on fire, from what I’ve heard.”
Running his gaze past everyone’s faces as they lifted the corners of their cards to look at their hands before he peeked at his own, Seth couldn’t help wondering what other men, in another place or club, might think of their menagerie of subs and neurotic Doms. No matter what game they all played at The Asylum, however, the goal was the same. Play to protect, play to win.
It’s going to be an interesting night.
“First one to break a leg on the marbles gets to give Rhodey the belt.” Jared’s tone was dry. “I’ll hold him down.”
Rhodey snorted, glancing over at Jared. “If you could pull that off, I’ll take whatever the lot of you can dish out.” He frowned as Danny scooted out from under the table, sweeping his arms across the floor and trying to pick up dozens of marbles at once. “What in the world are you doing, smalls?”
“I don’t want anyone to get hurt, sir.” Danny made a distressed sound as though he’d suddenly realized he’d left the bucket on the other side of the table. He scampered over, leaving a noisy trail of marbles in his wake and stumbling awkwardly over half of them. “I’m going to break my neck. This is how I go. It was in the cards.”
“Let’s crawl.” Avery dropped to all fours, scrambling with Danny after the marbles, popping them in his own mouth to hold them. “Beh I cahn fiht for’ty.”
Danny squeaked, dropping all his marbles and throwing himself in front of Avery, prying his mouth open and letting all the wet marbles spill out. “You’re going to choke or swallow one! Don’t ever do that again!”
Tearing his gaze away from the subs, Seth realized someone had spoken to him. He wasn’t sure what they’d all gotten themselves into, but one thing was for certain. There was no going back now. Each of them would have a unique experience tonight.
Good or bad?
They were all in.
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OMG this could go either really good or really bad
ReplyDeleteI like how this is going but now we have to wait another week until it gets exiting (hopefully). I keep watching for that NSFW sign 😉
ReplyDeleteI don't know who I was expecting Rhodey to be interested in but Curtis was definitely not on the list. Nice twist there.
ReplyDeleteThis is going to be awesome!!! And it was so sweet listening to the Doms explain their subs points, made me tear up <3
ReplyDeleteRhodey is the BOSS! I’m cracking up at him lately 😂 Can I just go and hang out with them for a day? Ooohhh I wanna be Tracy!
ReplyDeletePoor Danny. Pike cooking 😂
ReplyDeleteI love this. Utter chaotic energy at it's best.
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