Page 58 of The Barn: Frost and Q
Q quirked an eyebrow. “Either that or slicker doorknobs. We got the ones that looked like levers because it was easier for me.”
“Well, we could crate him.”
“We could not crate him. Not like that. I want to have sex, so we’re going to put the dog in a box?” Q was acting like he’d suggested hanging the damn dog by his toenails.
“This is a scene, not sex, and it’s not a box, it’s a crate.”
“Details.”
Frost stared at him, shocked as hell. “Details are important.”
Quentin had to know that. Details were what made things work.
Quentin pursed his lips. “Maybe we could ask one of the new guys to take him.”
Guys. They had two hired, with two more coming to interview next week via Zoom.
“So, I can’t crate him while we’re having a scene, but we can call somebody from downstairs to come watch him?” he teased, tickled as hell at the wild wonderful way his lover’s mindworked. “Hey, y’all, we’re fixing to have a scene. Can you watch our dog? That’s cool with you?”
Quentin nodded. “Yes, it’s a BDSM club. Scenes are what we do. If they’re uncomfortable with that, maybe they should have another job.”
Frost stared at him. “You make me insane. I mean, I adore you. I always have from the moment I saw you, but you make me fucking crazy. You make me want to hurt things.”
Quentin arched an eyebrow. “That doesn’t seem very healthy. And before you start threatening people, you should probably take the cuffs off. I’m not sure that threatening and cuffs go together in this situation.”
He started to sputter, embarrassed and a little taken aback, and then he saw the grin on his lover’s face. Motherfucker. “You really are the worst sub ever.”
Q nodded. “I know. But you love it.”
He shook his head. It was way more likely that he was the worst Dom ever, but that didn’t matter to him. He was who Q needed. “I love you, that’s for sure. That’s got to be enough, doesn’t it?”
Frost took the cuff off, admitting defeat. Neither one of them were in the head space anyway, and they only wanted to snuggle, so why even bother? It was just not the best time. If there was anything that he’d learned in his time with Quentin was that sometimes he had to be flexible. “So what would you like to do?”
“Anything.” Quentin shrugged. “We can go swimming?”
“Sure, if you want to. I don’t have a problem with that.”
His phone started ringing, and he frowned, because that was the ringtone for work.
Quentin tilted his head. “Are you on call?”
He shook his head. “No, no, I’m not, but here, let me grab it.”
They wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important.
The expression on Q’s face was knowing, and he nodded. “Go.”
He grabbed his phone and answered it. “Hey, Cap, what’s up?”
“We need you. You’ve got a major situation in California, and we need you now. How soon can you be here?”
He did some quick math in his head and then stopped and shook his head, then stopped. He couldn’t just drop everything and run anymore. “Let me…let me call you right back, but I’m not sure.”
“I’m serious, Frost. I need your help. I need you up in the air and on the ground now. People are going to die.”
He shook his head, adrenaline flooding his system and tightening his belly in a wild rush. “I’ll call you back.”
He hung up the phone, and Quentin was right there looking at him.
