Page 69 of Weston & Cyrus
Did he realize he was sending mixed signals?
He kept backing up and looking like we’d just met, but he was also licking his lips and stealing glances like he was picturing dirty shit.
“No competitions right now means everyone’s slacking off a bit.” Which was good sometimes because it gave me a chance to get caught up on the boring shit. “It’ll pick up next month and then it’ll be nothing but complaints about how they shouldn’t have slacked off.”
It was a cycle I’d been glad to jump out of since I wasn’t doing competitions any longer.
I thoroughly enjoyed lecturing other people about their bad habits and loved takeout with Weston. He certainly didn’t seem to mind the lack of a competition physique if I was judging by the way he’d worshipped my chest over the weekend.
Hmm.
Subtly tightening my chest and making my pecs jump, I kept up the neutral expression and boring conversation. “Depending on how busy we get, I was thinking about hiring a part-timer to give me more flexibility in the busy season.”
Especially now that I had a reason to make sure I had some fucking work-life balance.
Weston blinked like the conversation we were having didn’t match the one going through his head. He did that when work was frustrating him sometimes, but I didn’t think he was obsessing over paperwork at the moment. “That sounds like a good idea if you can swing it.”
Nodding, I inched closer again to invade his personal space. “We’ve been doing great with the baseline membership numbers staying stable, so I think it’s a good idea, but we’re crunching the numbers just in case.”
I would freely admit to numbers not being my thing unless they related to fitness or food, but Nico was better, and running the different scenarios was one of the things he was working on. “I’ve got a few people I’m looking at, so it won’t be hard to get them up to speed when we’re ready to pull the trigger on it.”
People came in to ask about that kind of stuff on a regular basis because it made a great second job. I just hadn’t seen a need for it before, but if I wanted to make sure I had time for Weston every weekend, more planning was necessary.
“That sounds great.” Blinking, he let out a soft sigh before standing straighter again. “I didn’t realize how much time you took off over the weekend until Monday when I…well…when I had time to think.”
When his head had cleared and he’d started gathering up all the things he was supposed to overthink about.
“The timing worked out pretty good.” I’d had a couple of cancellations, and Nico had taken up the slack since his last girlfriend had decided to move to Mars or somewhere like that to be an English teacher.
Standing a bit too straight like he was trying not to wiggle or grab me, Weston nodded and pressed his hands against his thighs. “That’s great. It…it was nice having you around the whole time.”
To dominate him?
To be able to fuck with him?
To help him relax?
To go out for dinner?
He was technically talking but it felt like he wasn’t actually saying anything. We really should’ve had more logical conversations, but it was only obvious when we had awkward moments like our current level of weirdness.
If it was a scene, I’d have taken charge but Weston had always said he didn’t want a lifestyle partner. He’d stopped dating one guy around the time we’d first met because he said the guy had been trying to put too many rules in place outside of sexy times.
“I had fun too and I was thinking we’d do something similar for this weekend?” I was flexible about the club but I wanted to be with him and have control the rest of the time. “Same kind of plan?”
He was quiet for a few seconds before coming back to life and nodding. “Sure. Um. Starting Friday?”
Was that a yes to the club or a no?
“I’m open.” Because I didn’t have enough information to make a good decision one way or the other. “We’ll figure it out.”
When we had privacy?
When we found where our ability to function as humans had wandered off to?
“Okay.” Looking relieved enough that I decided not to ask my questions or fuck with him at the moment, he seemed to forget how close I was to him as he blinked and looked around with a confused expression on his face. “What are we working on today? I don’t remember.”
Because he never remembered.
