Page 17 of Learning to Change

I needed to find the Dom side that Joel said he thought I had or my sub side was going to give me an ulcer.

“Oh.” Joel lit up again and did a full-body wiggle that had his erection rubbing my ear again. “Orgasms or special blow jobs or special cuddles or butt pats and you tell me that I’m a good boy, oh, or fancy kisses or special attention.”

He liked being special…got it. I had questions about several things on his list, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what fancy kisses were just yet.

Tate’s grin said he was curious, but thankfully, I was saved by Joel’s stomach rumbling. “Oh, or a special snack...or dessert.”

Chuckling, Tate nodded. “I think those are very reasonable.”

How?

Did he know what fancy kisses were?

Should I look that up online?

“Alright, first question. Does anyone have an idea for breakfast?” Tate didn’t seem surprised when we shook our heads. “Second question is for our resident worrier. Dean, if I let you shower by yourself are you going to end up more nuts than you are right now?”

He was a pain in the ass.

“Yes.” I probably should’ve lied but it didn’t occur to me until after I’d already answered. “Um, no?”

Tate rolled his eyes. “You don’t lie well enough to get away with it.”

“I lie just fine.” Didn’t I?

His snort said he would disagree with me. “Joel lies better.”

“Hey.” I was pretty sure I was offended by that, but Joel just giggled.

Tate ignored my indignation and turned his attention back to Joel. “Do you want to forage for breakfast or shower with Dean in the tomb?”

When I was a real adult with a full-time job and the ability to actually pay rent somewhere, my first place was going to have a badass shower.

“That’s hard.” Joel sighed and looked down. “I want to shower with Dean but I keep banging my elbow when I pretend someone else is in there with me. I don’t think my arm would survive my imaginary sex partner being real.”

He was imagining having sex with someone in the shower?

Did he have an imaginary friend?

Was he having sex with his imaginary friend?

If someone had sex with their imaginary friend, were they still a virgin since another full-bodied human wasn’t involved?

Tate was quiet and blinked a few times, so I had a feeling his brain had stumbled over something too. “Okay, then you’re going to be in charge of breakfast, but since you don’t get shower fun, how about I promise you fancy kisses later?”

So he knew what fancy kisses were?

“Yes.” Joel would’ve thrown himself at Tate, but I was still kind of on his lap. “Oops.”

Nearly killing us both, Joel flopped back against the couch. “Shoot.”

Tate laughed but leaned over and gave the nut a kiss. “No hurting my sub. That’s my job.”

“Oh.” Joel’s brain seemed to have exploded with just that one line and his entire body melted…well except for one excitable part. “Really?”

Tate smiled but there was something else in it besides just finding Joel cute. Joel was always cute, so I knew I was missing something. “Of course, especially now that we’re sober and communicating and I can clearly see how excited you are.”

My ear could see it too.

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