Page 30 of The Barn: Frost and Q
But this was a huge win. And Frost was willing to take them one at a time.
Nine
In the end, Quentin hadn’t been able to sleep in Frost’s room.
He’d been determined to do it. Frost had been wonderful, the consummate Dom, but also his husband. The scene had been… When he thought about it, he wanted to cry.
But he just hadn’t been able to go down the way and sleep.
Frost hadn’t said a word. He’d just climbed in with him, in his tiny bed, and let him have most of the space.
He felt…conflicted.
But he thought he could manage a compromise.
So, he called Carson.
“Hey, buddy. Wanting to play cribbage?”
“I could.” Frost was off ferrying some rich member back to Victoria via plane. So he could totally make his request in person.
“I’ll bring the board up.”
“Can you bring calzones too?”
“I can call for them, sure.” Carson chuckled. “We have people for that.”
He hooted. “All right. See you soon.”
Quentin tidied up a little. Carson was pretty precise about living space. Not that he ever bitched; they all just knew it.
When Carson showed up, Quentin buzzed him in, wheeling across the floor to meet him.
“Hey, Wheels, how are you?” Carson looked him up and down and wrinkled his nose. “You need a damn haircut.”
He rolled his eyes and twirled his braids. “Fuck off, asshole.”
Carson opened his eyes wide, the expression comical. “Wait, aren’t you the sub? Aren’t you supposed to be all subservient and licking my boots and shit?”
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll go down there and grab one of your boots, and then we’ll see what happens.” He didn’t play that fucking game, not now and not ever. He was the sub to one single human being on earth, and it wasn’t this asshole.
Carson grinned at him. “Man, this is fun. You don’t even cry or anything.”
“I guarantee you, of the two of us, you would be the one who sobbed first.” He adored Carson, especially when he was downstairs working like he was supposed to. “Did you bring the cribbage board?”
“I did and I ordered calzones because I’m the best.”
“You don’t suck, that’s for sure.”
“Mmmhmm. That’s my sub’s job.”
“Hardy har, hardy har har har.” Quentin rolled his eyes. “It is to laugh. Do you even have a steady anymore?”
“I have lots of steadies. I have at least one a day.” Carson waggled his eyebrows. “Sometimes two.”
“You are a skanky ho dog.”
Carson barked out a wild laugh. “Don’t make me put you over my knee.”
