Rolling my eyes, I frowned at Weston. “Jumping right to the ridiculous because you were still feeling like a slut or because you were being dramatic?”
“Don’t turn him on. I need him to think.” Conner barked out the order as Weston tried to adjust himself but wasn’t nearly as subtle as he was hoping for. “Damn it. You already did it.”
Yep.
“I know him well enough to figure out his hot spots pretty fast.” And really, humiliation wasn’t hard in his case because he wanted to be embarrassed and would do his best to throw himself into the emotion. “And we’ve already discussed his reward for being a good boy too.”
They both groaned for entirely different reasons.
But as Weston wiggled and blushed, Conner looked like he wanted to wring my neck. “Stop that. It’s fucking cheating. And what plan? I can’t let you take him when he’s this turned on when I don’t know if it’s really what he wants. And it’s kind of my fault even if you set me up with the wholehelp me explain what I wantshit.”
Maybe.
Possibly.
“I’m not mad about that any longer.” Weston’s calmer tone made it believable enough that Conner let out a slow breath and looked less insane himself. “I yellowed, not red. I think that says a lot.”
I hadn’t thought of it that way but he had a point.
“I wouldn’t have shared anything without your permission. I was calling him over and then I was going to ask if I could share a little bit.” Frowning, Conner aimed his frustrated expression in my direction again. “He’d asked for help and it was the perfect way to handle both of your requests.”
Weston couldn’t seem to decide what to say about that and suddenly found the décor in the room fascinating. Conner almost laughed but held it back. “Besides, you guys would look really hot together and keep mooning over each other when you don’t think the other will notice.”
Really?
“Really?” Weston mirroring my own response eased the last of the worries that had popped up with Conner.
“Yes.” He gave us both a look that said we were ridiculous. “But I can keep my mouth shut when necessary.”
We both knew that and our nods had Conner winding down again, standing straighter and looking less homicidal. “Okay, this is your plan. You’re going to dinner. You’re going to talk about kinks and boundaries. You’re going to have a fun scene together tonight within those limits and you’re going to start moving in the direction of having a romantic relationship, not just a deep friendship.”
It wasn’t really framed as a question but he was clearly looking for a response, so I nodded. “Yes.”
We both had to wait for Weston, though. Clearing his head might’ve set us back a bit and I wasn’t sure if that would be a good thing or not. He managed to look away from the beautifulwoodwork and back to us, though, so it didn’t feel like things were about to fall apart.
“It’s going to take me a bit of an adjustment for thehe wants a romantic relationship with mepart to sink in.” Weston’s honesty made me nervous but it had Conner looking more confident. “When I wasn’t as turned on, my worries started to come back, but Cyrus answered a lot of my questions already.”
So we were good?
“But I’m probably going to fuck this up in some way.”
So we weren’t good?
“We’ve talked about seeing a therapist if we can’t communicate effectively on our own or if for some reason we need help shifting back to a just friends mentality.”
So we were good?
“But clearheaded me gets uncomfortable with Cyrus knowing about…dirty me.”
So we weren’t good?
“He likes dirty you.” Conner’s dryly delivered response had me nodding and Weston blushing. “Hereallylikes dirty you from what I was seeing…which is part of the reason I came over. When you’re both stupidly turned on, neither of you might be using your big brain.”
That could be an issue but not in our situation.
It took lots of big braining to make sure I was humiliating Wessie correctly.
“I was aroused but thinking clearly and deliberately manipulating him into being more turned on.” I shrugged whenConner rolled his eyes and Weston went back to blushing. “I like his reactions and I like making him happy. So I was doing both.”