Page 19 of The Barn: Frost and Q
But he’d been doing his therapy. He’d been pushing Q to do his. He had all this new wheelchair-safe bondage gear.
And he thought it was time they got to wrangling what they were going to be now.
“Hey, where did you go?” Tug asked. “I need a beer.”
“I’ll buy you one. Let me seal this shit back up, and I’ll have Rayne take it up to my rooms.” Rayne was the perfect delivery sub. He was more afraid of getting into trouble than he was curious about what was inside the boxes.
“Cool.” Tug grabbed his hat. “I am parched.”
“I bet. Flying dries you out.”
“Shit, you flew into fires. You must have bought stock in ChapStick.”
“Shit, man. I had tubes of Carmex.”
“Not the little pots?” Tug teased.
“Dude, those are metal. They might not melt as easily, but it can heat up during the fire and leave you with third-degree burns. In your pocket. Close to your dick.”
“You are not nice.” Tug gagged audibly. “But then I have seen a man with a Skoal can embedded in his tailbone. So.”
“Oh my God.” He stared. Frost loved playing gross-out games with Tug, but that was…
Yikes.
“Yeah, that didn’t go well for him. You text the sub?”
“He’s on his way.”
A breathless Rayne showed up just moments later, flushed from hurrying. “Yes, Sir. Here I am.”
“Good, good.” He gave Rayne a smile. Not too warm. No giving the resident subs hope. But just enough. “Can you run these boxes up to my quarters? Tug here just got in, and I owe him a beer.”
“Yes, sir, Master Frost.”
“Thank you.” He left Rayne to it. The kid had a master key because he did this all the time. He’d never touched anything he wasn’t asked to.
“Come on, man. To the bar. I could eat, too.”
“Mmm. I bet Boone went up to eat with Q.”
“You think? He barely waved when he went through.”
“You know he’ll bug you silly tonight.”
“Yeah.” Tug winked broadly as they walked along. “He’d better.” Tug and Boone had a bizarre relationship. Both of them were cowboys, and they seemed to speak a different language. “So why did you get your head out of your ass?”
“Shit, I don’t know. Carson. I’m going to go with this is Carson’s fault. He’s an asshole.” And Frost owed him, big-time. He could admit that.
“Yeah, but he’s a decent guy, when it comes right down to it.” Tug followed him down to the bar, gaze searching every single thing they passed. “So, how is Q? I haven’t seen him in a long time.”
“I think he’s… I want to believe he’s better.” Quentin was spending more time with him, was talking to him every day,and seemed to be enjoying their discussions, even if they were mainly business.
They’d even played chess once, and Q had beaten him handily.
“That’s good, man. I would love to have supper with you guys while I’m in from the world.”
“Yeah? Do you mind eating in his inner sanctum?”
