Page 42 of Julian Shared
They’re such a lively and pleasant combination of colors. “These are beautiful,” I say while flipping through the various options. Two particular logos stand out from the rest so I line them up side to side.
“What’s HTC stand for anyway?” Cameron picks up the danish and begins to nibble at it. “Are you starting some sort of cooking club?”
I shake my head with a smile. “Hot Twink Club.”
Cameron’s eyes go bug-wide and he almost chokes on the pastry. He picks up his tea to wash it down. “R-really?” he finally sputters.
I sit up straight in my chair. “I’ve heard through the grapevine we’re not the only couples doing shared use on post. But it’s all so…well, you and Trevor know how it is. It’s all a friend of my friend and another soldier said so and so. Everything is so horribly unorganized and informal.”
I lay my palms flat at the table.
“It’s for the best if hot twinks like us band together and have a safe space that’s all ours.” It’s invigorating to finally say it to someone other than Joel. To claim the title for myself. And I know the club must seem like a ridiculous idea, but I refuse to be ashamed about it.
Sure, we’ll have to keep the true purpose of the club a secret. Yet behind closed doors we’ll be able to freely talk about kinks and bond over the shared use lifestyle.
I think its a great idea for the gay side of our community around post.
And on a personal level, it’d be good for me.
I don’t need to chase the approval of the housewives anymore. I don’t want to join their circle. Not when I can make my own.
“Oh, wow. So you and Joel finally…” Cameron’s voice drops into a shy whisper. “You really did try it out?”
“Yes, we did.” I clear my throat. “And we both really enjoyed the experience. You were right, Cam, about the feeling of freedom when you give it all up to someone else.”
We both share a look of understanding. A moment of connection over our…well our submission. Our need to surrender and submit to both our husbands and to other men.
“Anyway, yeah, that really is a great idea.” Cameron’s practically bouncing in his seat. “So, you’ll be like the president or whatever?”
“Yes,” I decree, “but you’re the artist, Cameron. So, you chose the club’s logo. Which one do you like best?”
I have to admit it’s a little painful to give up control like this. But if I’m going to make new friends and be the leader of a community, I’ll have to learn to compromise. And let other people have their say too.
I have to get used to sharing too. Not just being shared myself.
Cameron taps one of the pieces of paper and that’s that. We have our logo. The start of our club. And Hot Twink Club’s first order of business?
Well, I’m going to ask Cameron to recommend a few new soldiers.
Joel is planning a party to celebrate his big promotion…and he’s already decided I’ll be the party favor.
All that’s left is to decide the guest list.
THE END
