Page 101 of Weston & Cyrus
He was a fucking pain in the ass.
“I’d like Weston to walk closer to me when we’re out in public.” It sounded stupid but I tried not to think about that. “Sometimes it feels like we’re just buddies walking together.”
Weston finally blinked and sat straighter like he’d tuned back into reality. “The coffee twink. The whiny one. Sorry. That’s rude. The one with the troubling pitch to his voice that he couldn’t control. He hung on you and you said you hated that.”
What?
Coffee twink?
“The guy with the…okay…there’s no nice way to describe his voice.” It’d been unpleasant at first but I got used to it. “That was so long ago I don’t remember saying that but I probably did. He was clingy.”
And it’d all been an act too because he’d been this normal butch dude when he’d come into the gym one time…not having realized yet that I owned the damned thing.
“He was playing me. That was why I stopped seeing him. Not the voice or being clingy.” Now that I thought about it, he had hung on me a lot, so I could see myself complaining about it.
And that’d been right around the time I’d started hanging out with Weston.
Great.
Weston didn’t seem to know what to say but Conner never had that problem. He just sighed and glared at Weston. “I’m not even going to ask you that question because your headspace is fucked.”
Oh yeah.
“I’m not going to apologize for my slut’s good behavior.” I reached over and rubbed his head, though, getting a blush from him. “He wants an orgasm and to hear what his surprise is.”
Weston was back to vibrating with excitement as he tried to figure out how to respond, but again, Conner was never without a question or opinion. “I don’t need to ask if you’ve had the right conversations, do I?”
Answering that was going to give Weston a hint, but it wouldn’t be too big. “No, we’ve had several long talks about different scenes and the limits and rules around them.”
I’d made sure to go through several different ones so he didn’t guess what I was planning.
“I emailed you his list, which I’m sure you saw, and we’ve walked through it logically as well as in a scene where I was fucking with him.” And fucking him. “I’m confident we’re on the same page, but I understand there’s no way to predict every outcome.”
There was only so much planning and pretending we could do before we had to see how it felt in person.
“He has his safewords and isn’t afraid to use them.” He just didn’t always use them in ways I expected. “If we need to use them, we’ll understand and no one will take it personally. They’re important.”
Weston made a soft thinking sound, but I was pretty sure it was more about my wording than worrying about the scene. He didn’t have his overthinking face on and he wasn’t aroused enough to be too confused.
Conner didn’t seem worried about him either, so he stayed focused on me. “Alright then. I have everything set up and we went over the plan.”
Sign on the door.
Lock it when we were in.
Don’t dawdle too much.
“Great.” Stroking Weston’s head again, I ruffled his hair and smiled. “I’ll get him ready and then we’ll have some fun.”
Vague and just teasing enough to make him squirm…which was what I’d been hoping for.
“No.” Shaking my head, I frowned and gave him the puppy dog tone, as he’d called it when he was grumbling about me. “Don’t play with yourself.”
His voice got stuck in his throat because he had to swallow several times before he could respond. “Yes, Sir.”
Hmm…we could do better than that.
“Why can’t you wiggle and play with yourself?” Ignoring the way Conner shivered and wiggled to play with himself, I raised one eyebrow. “Was that how a good boy with nice manners answers a question?”
