Page 27 of Learning to Change

I’d always thought the why do I have to wear clothes conversation would have the strangest sentences I’d ever have to say as his friend…it did not.

“He does.” Looking genuinely excited now and not just playing pretend, he gave an eager wiggle. “Are you going to watch?”

Oh.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Tate studying us, but he didn’t seem like he was going to interrupt or fix the situation I’d just walked into.

Fuck.

I was going to have to be a grown-up…worse…logical and open.

“Um, first, let me ask if you would like an audience.” Yes, that was a good place to start. Shit. Joel frowned. “That would help me figure out how to organize my thoughts and…and what I’m comfortable with.”

And he was smiling again, so at least I’d done something cute.

“Alright, that makes sense.” Maybe. Because he paused and gave me one of his channeling his mother looks as he raised an eyebrow. “But we’re not going to do something that makes you uncomfortable just because it makes me horny.”

We weren’t?

I wasn’t sure I was going to promise that, so I tried to talk around it. “But you smile so cute when you get your way. How can that not turn me on?”

Joel giggled, shaking his head at me. “Trying to distract me.”

Maybe.

He let me, though, so I must’ve done something right. “Hmm, well, I like having both of you around. You’re my people. So that’s just how my mind thinks everything should happen. My friends online said that’s fine, though.”

Joel gave me a curious look and I had a feeling he was waiting for the next part of my internet safety lecture. When I just waited silently, because he already knew what I’d been going to say, he went back to smiling and wiggling. “I don’t want just anyone to see me, so I’m not an exhibitionist in the classical sense.”

There was a classical sense?

“But yes, I would like you to watch because it would make me happy on sexual and friendship levels.” He paused, his face scrunching up in an exaggerated thinking face that might’ve been him being cute or might’ve been him doing his best to manipulate me. “And I think you’d worry less if you saw what we were doing?”

Fuck.

“You know…sometimes your smarts frustrate me.” My slightly too honest reply got a snicker from him.

“Thank you.” Giving me another peck on the cheek, he circled his hips to rub my cock and did his best to look adorable. “So, would you like to watch me get kissed and used, or would you like to go play a video game?”

Those were the weirdest options ever.

“You could put the good headphones on and go kill someone.” Beaming like he thought I was the cutest thing ever, Joel patted my head. “You like doing that when you’re frustrated.”

My first reaction was to deny it…but he wasn’t wrong.

“I’m not frustrated in the way you mean, but if you keep using your ass to play with my dick, we’re going to need to have a conversation on a different kind of frustration.” My dryly delivered comeback had Tate snickering and Joel giving me wide eyes.

“Oh, was I doing that?” He pouted and sighed. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

Sir, huh?

“I’m glad to see that.” It wasn’t a strong response, but it was good enough that I didn’t worry about how I sounded. “You wouldn’t want to be punished right before you’re supposed to play with Master Tate.”

The naughty Master in question barely nodded, but Joel’s sigh and the doe eyes he aimed at me said he thought I’d gotten it right too. “Yes, Sir.”

It was obvious that he was considering poking at the punishment part, but Tate decided to save me from myself and from having to figure out what I’d do to punish the drama queen still wiggling on my lap. “Have you been trying to make Master Dean hard?”

Giving an exaggerated oops face like we were in a cartoon, Joel shrugged. “I was wiggly.”

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