Page 14 of Learning to Change

“Because you’re too cute to make breakfast?” Tate seemed to think that was a reasonable question based on his laid-back tone but it made Joel laugh again.

He was still naked.

“Yes.” The pillow under my head moved, making me realize how close the giggling had sounded. “But I’m growing less cute by the second because Dean wiggles.”

Oops.

Wait.

If Joel was my pillow, then I was Tate’s pillow.

Deciding to just brave it and pretend to be fine, I lifted my head and opened my eyes. Yep, he was using my thigh as his pillow, but the good part…or just the less stressful part was that I had pants on. So my erection was slightly more discreet than Joel’s.

Tate must’ve sensed my movement or just me looking at him because he turned his head and peeked up at me. “I wiggle too.”

Yep.

And his wiggles had his cheek resting on my erection, so I was stuck trying to decide if I was going to brazen it out and play stupid or just panic.

I was leaning toward panic.

“What did we promise before we got serious about even talking about BDSM?” Tate’s sternly delivered question had me sighing and Joel perking up cheerfully.

I was going to use the opportunity to practice playing dumb, but Joel didn’t see the point since he was basically the BDSM version of a teacher’s pet. “That we weren’t allowed to get weird about it, and even if we thought something was stupid, we couldn’t say that. We’re nice to each other even if we’re confused and it’s strange.”

I really wished he was paraphrasing…he was not.

The worst part was that we’d made that rambling rule sober.

“I’m not being weird.” Not yet anyway. “And he’s too turned on to be weird about anything.”

Joel’s giggle had Tate trying not to smile, but it was easier for him to slide back into Dom mode when his gaze dropped back to me. “You’re thinking about it, though.”

Maybe.

I wasn’t going to tell him that, but it was taking me too long to figure out a reasonable response. Tate decided to take advantage of that and smiled at Joel. “I bet you’re remembering how good it felt when Dean wrapped his lips around your little cutie.”

Fucker.

Joel nearly squealed. “Yes. He said I was cute and he swallowed my cum and I got kind of a blow job. I’m so excited to check that off my list. I can check that off my list, right? Lips on dick. That counts.”

God.

“Of course it does.” Settling back on his lap and pretending his dick wasn’t poking my ear, I turned and looked up at Joel. He was wiggling so he could sit up against the couch and it made his dick try to fuck my ear.

I did a badass job of ignoring it but my dick was not so badass…it was a kinky fucker who thought it was hot.

“But we’re going to make sure you get another one that’s even better so there will be no question about it.” His cuteness was going to get me into trouble and his giggles said he knew it.

He was such a manipulative brat.

“I’m glad you’re not worried about what happened.” Finally upright, Joel gave me a beaming smile and petted my head. “I was kind of worried it would get awkward but it didn’t and we had so much fun, didn’t we?”

He was probably playing me again.

Tate’s snicker said the brat was playing me again.

Joel was just really good at playing me, so I just gave up. “We did.”

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