Page 88 of Lucky Boys
His dick was still hard and standing at attention, but he ignored it, focusing solely on me, and I did the same.
“What do you know about how we play?”
Brooks licked his lips. “Skye said you all go hard and it tends to fall more into consensual nonconsent, which I’m good with. He told me not to bring my knives because accidents happen and we don’t want to take unnecessary risks. He also said he’s a true primal switch, so he switches between predator and prey like that—” Brooks snapped his fingers.
“That’s all true.” Fuck, I really should have spoken to Brooks before now about this. I knew he’d checked off primal play as green, but to be honest, I had no idea what his experience was here. I’d assumed Luca would have discussed all this, which wasn’t fair to any of us. Brooks was my sub as much as his, as well as my partner.
“I’m sorry, Brooks. I owe you an apology.”
“For what?” He looked genuinely confused.
“Before we ever let you agree to playing tonight, I should have had this talk with you. Really, both Luca and I. I’ve kind of let Luca take the lead with anything BDSM related, but that’s not fair to either of you or even to me. I want you to be my sub and my partner as much as Luca’s, even though our relationships won’t look exactly the same. It was irresponsible of me, and I wasn’t taking care of you properly. I’ll do better.”
“It’s okay, Sir. I’m honestly not upset. Or even worried. I trust all of you. Plus, this is new to all of us, and the circumstances are weird. It’s okay to have a learning curve.”
I kissed his jaw. “You’re smart as fuck, do you know that?”
“I’m pretty sure I’m not, but it’s still nice to hear.”
I bit the spot I’d just kissed.
“Ow!”
“Rule number 1, do not talk down about yourself. You’re so fucking smart, Brooks. Maybe you can’t hack into a government database, but hell, neither can I, or Skye, or Wes, or Luca, but I think we’re all fairly smart.”
“I guess so.”
I pinched him, causing him to glare. “I know so.”
“Okay, Sir. I’m smart.”
I could tell he didn’t believe me, but we had time to work on his self-confidence.
“Let’s focus on tonight. Like Skye said, the major rules are no closed fist punches and knees to the balls. They happen on accident, but don’t aim for them.”
“Got it, Sir.”
“What about your specific limits? Do the same ones apply for primal, or is it different for you? Like, for instance, is your breath play stance the same?” I added when I could tell he was confused.
“Oh! Yes please. The hand necklaces and a little squeezing is fine, but I don’t like the feeling of losing consciousness.”
I kissed the side of his face again. “Good boy. Anything else?”
We talked for a few more minutes, and I gave him more details on what to expect. I had gone out earlier and marked out a perimeter, since we didn’t know these woods well. The flags were very clear, so no one would get lost. I reiterated that to Brooks as well as safewords always being there.
I felt much better when we were done. I cuddled him close. “I’m going to have a talk with Luca too. I know he’s stressed, but he told me he’d talk to you about this and he didn’t. It was my fault for not involving myself, but he needs to take responsibility as your Dom too.”
Brooks just shrugged. “It’s fine, Sir. You don’t have to make a big deal about it.” But he sounded off and was fiddling with his bracelets. Fuck, this was probably too big a step we made in the middle of a job like this. We’d screwed up.
Well, I had no intention of taking it back now. It would probably hurt Brooks more. Besides, I didn’t want to. This boy had his hooks in me and I wanted them there.
Instead of saying all that and bringing down the mood, I offered, “When we get back, I want to take you to a family dinner with my parents. Would you like that?”
Brooks beamed. “Yes, Sir!”
It was the most I could offer now. We’d already pushed things too far in unideal circumstances, and I wanted Brooks to understand that this wasn’t just some temporary thing because we were away from home. I was in it for the long haul. Even if we’d been doing a shitty job of showing it.
“You get along with your family then?”
