Page 73 of Weston & Cyrus
An open relationship.
“We’re figuring everything out, but yeah, we’re happiest just the two of us.” Cyrus seemed to have a better handle on how to respond to everything, so I did my best to nod appropriately and look like I knew what they were talking about.
“That’s great.” Giving us a wave, the oversized handful headed back to the main room before I had to figure out a verbal response to anything.
When he was finally gone, I let out a groan and grabbed the first thoughts that flashed by. “Is he a pup? A year? An open relationship? What did we do a year ago?”
Cyrus snorted. “We’re taking our time sorting through all that. I have no idea what we did last year. I’m still stuck on not being able to shower with you.”
“Um…I think we’d need consent conversations to do that now.” Before, we could’ve looked boring and normal and they’d have pretended we were only friends. That was out the window now. “They thought we were hiding our relationship?”
“An open relationship at first.” Cyrus went back to shaking his head. “I need to process this. Come on. Quick boring behavior and then we’re going to dinner.”
Agreed.
But.
“Um, but we can come back after hours sometime and reenact that locker room idea? Or the workout one we talked about?” I wasn’t willing to let that one go completely. “I can pretend we have an audience for that locker room one.”
Cyrus smiled but it looked positively wicked. “We both know you’d like an audience.”
Oh.
Well, yeah.
Um.
Think.
I had to think.
“Consent and this is your business. I’m not going to forget that because my dick likes your fantasies.” They were both going to get us in trouble if one of us wasn’t careful. How was I the voice of reason? “You’re becoming a bad influence.”
He laughed and nodded. “Yep, but one question for you…who told me about the club?”
Who’d told him about the club?
Oh.
Fuck.
Nico.
“That’s not important.” How did I end up with a Dom who was such a bad influence? “Where do you want to go for dinner?”
If he didn’t stop grinning, they were all going to know something was up.
A year?
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“So…have you figured out what we were doing a year ago?” Cyrus couldn’t stop poking at the weird comment, but my brainwas stuck on the knowing grins everyone in the building had flashed us when we’d carefully gone to get cleaned up separately.
Giggling teenagers…the whole lot of them.
“Nothing. They’ve been reading into things.” I just wasn’t sure what and it was fucking with my headspace, so it was time to pick a distraction for Cyrus. “How would you like for us to have behaved at the gym today?”
Before chaos had descended, I’d have put that topic at the bottom of my distract Cyrus list, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
