Page 23 of Now and Forever

He probably shouldn’t mock the place, whatever floated people’s boats and all that, but it was such a departure from the club he’d known and—at one time—had really loved.

But this was no longer his world. His life was with Seth,wasSeth.

The next portion of the demonstration morphed into the boy being whipped ordered to service the two pirates. The moment the sub dropped to his knees and began sucking the Doms off while they grasped him by the hair and barked out increasingly explicit demands— Malcolm sensed Seth’s agitation growing.

“Baby, I’m a little thirsty. Want to come to the lounge in the back with me? It looks like they have drinks and snacks there. We can rest our feet for a bit.”

“Yeah. That.” Seth nodded shakily. “We should do that.”

Malcolm wrapped his arm around Seth’s shoulders and guided him to the back of the room. They climbed up two carpeted steps and were greeted with what reminded Malcolm of the parlor of a brothel. Each seating area was sectioned off by sheer pink drapes and the rest of the décor was consistent with what they’d been greeted with at reception.

“Here. Why don’t we grab this loveseat in the corner.”

Even though it was a busy night, most of the patrons seemed more interested in the show, so finding a seat away from other people wasn’t an issue.

“Just a drink, baby? Or should I grab us a snack too?”

“Only if you’re hungry, Daddy. I’m still full from dinner.”

Malcolm had scored reservations at one of the nicest places in the city for his boy’s birthday. The eatery boasted an outdoors theme and served a combination of fresh, local seafood and wild game. Seth had loved the food and ambience so much, Malcolm though about making it a yearly tradition.

“Yeah, I’m pretty full too. I’ll just get us something to drink then.”

The drink menu ended up being more intriguing than he would’ve guessed, so he decided to get something more fun than a regular juice. Malcolm made his way back to Seth, careful to keep from spilling a drop of the wildly overpriced refreshments. If they’d contained any liquor, he would’ve understood. But twenty dollars for a virgin Pina Colada? Maybe the coconut and pineapple were dipped in gold doubloons.

However, it was Seth’s birthday and his boy hadn’t had much of anything for his previous ones, so Malcolm didn’t mind splurging.

Seth’s eyes rounded the moment he spotted Malcolm approaching.

“Wow. What arethose?”

Malcolm offered Seth one of the decorative glasses then carefully lowered himself onto the sofa. He then set the coconut and pineapple concoction he still carried onto the low coffee table in front of them.

“Well, this one is a Pina Colada and the one I handed you is a strawberry daiquiri. Virgin of course, so no alcohol.”

“They look like slushies.” Seth examined the drinks closely in the low lighting. Tons of LED flickering candles in wrought iron candelabras surrounded the lounge with mini crystal chandeliers hanging above each seating area. Seth pointed to each drink. “I like that they come with fresh fruit, too.”

“Why don’t you take a sip of each one, then take the one you like the best.”

Seth frowned. “But what about you?”

“I like them both. Go on. Birthday boy chooses.”

“You always let me choose anyway.” Seth gave him a soft smile.

Malcolm stole a quick kiss. “That’s because I love spoiling my baby.”

Seth took a sip from each drink. “These are so yummy. Freezy. But I think I might be more in the mood for the strawberry one, if that’s okay?”

Malcolm doubted the day would come when Seth stopped asking for permission, but that was fine. He’d always give Seth whatever he could, anyway.

“Of course. But first, I must feed you a strawberry.”

Malcolm was treated to Seth’s happy grin. As kitschy as he thought the theme of the club was, he loved that Seth was enjoying the atmosphere so much. The playful part of the décor had softened the blow of the explicit demonstration. Perhaps that had been the point all along.

Seth bit down on the bottom of the jumbo berry Malcolm had fed him, and juice dribbled down Seth’s chin. Which, of course, meant that Malcolm had no choice but to lick it up. He grinned. That may or may not have been his plan all along.

“Mmm… My boy tastes so sweet.”

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