Page 7 of Weston & Cyrus
Being a good Dom was harder than being a good friend sometimes.
“He’s done this to himself, though, so I don’t have to feel bad about answering. He’s damned near a pain in the ass about it, so I don’t have to worry.” Shaking his head, Wessie kept going. “This wasn’t my fault and I didn’t do anything creepy or weird. I behaved myself and kept all my shit to myself.”
What was he into?
He talked to anyone and everyone and didn’t even have an issue with the pups or the guy who wanted to be used as furniture. Hell, he’d used him as a footrest the last time we’d hung out with his Dom.
“I haven’t done anything inappropriate as a friend and I’ve made sure not to put myself in situations that would make behaving difficult.” His slightly confusing pep talk wasn’t helping me figure out the problem, but it did say he’d made sure not to show how much I turned him on sometimes.
What had I done?
What had he wanted me to do?
What had he been picturing me doing?
Oh, had he been jerking off imagining me doing something?
Randomly guessing would not be helpful in the slightest, so I stuck with being quiet and still as his rambling wound down.
“For fuck’s sake.” When all I got was three of those in a row with no new additions, I was fully prepared for anything when he gave another big sigh and straightened his head.
“I’m ready. I’m not going to be weirded out or think you’re creepy.” He wasn’t the type to do illegal shit, so I had no idea what his kink was or why he was so worried about me finding out.
“Fuck it all.” He pressed his lips together for a few seconds and then huffed. “My biggest kink is humiliation. It turns me on. Itreallyturns me on when I know the other person is just fucking with me and not actually trying to be mean.”
He paused long enough for me to think it was my turn to respond but then he charged back in. “I was asking Conner to help me find someone who’d put cameras in my house and watch me to be able to make fun of me about it later. I know it’s not safe to randomly do it, so I was trying to be careful, but then he brought you in.”
Oh.
“I can see why he was trying to bring me into that. It’s dangerous.” Even with the background checks they did at the club it could go very wrong. “It’s too hard to predict what even a generally nice guy might do. People don’t always make good decisions.”
Weston was trying, though, but he was definitely still people.
“That’s not how you should’ve responded.” His glare was adorable once I didn’t have anything truly disturbing to worry about. “You’re deliberately being dense.”
Sometimes yes but not at the moment…so what was he losing his shit over?
“Am I supposed to tell you that I think you’ve got a screw loose or am I supposed to ask why you’re being a slut for a random guy?” He’d probably been imagining the first part, but the second had his mouth dropping open and his hand moving so his arm could hide his growing erection. “Stop that. I know you’re a slut, so there’s no need to hide your stiffy. I don’t mind if you’re hot for me.”
Not all of the guys at the gym were nice, so it was good to see they’d been helpful even if I didn’t want to date them or be their friends.
“I.” Weston managed to get a word out, but then he looked down at his lap and that fried his brain again. He glanced back up at me, but words were toast and he simply stared at me.
So…now what?
Chapter 3
Weston
He.
I.
He.
Cyrus.
Yes, that was Cyrus.
