Page 98 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
Being a dom was work. The three of them went down to the barn and checked over the gear they’d packed and sent up days before. Richard confirmed the equipment drops Damian would need and Damian jogged out with a head lamp to set out the first two drops on the trails. He’d be able to carry some of what he needed, but gear and water was heavy and Jun moved fast.
Émeric was still giving a final polish to his own tack at the end of the barn when Richard and Damian had finished. Damian wandered over.
“Beautiful,” Richard said. He held his hand over some of the pieces. Émeric nodded, letting Richard touch. “All this for our Kitten?”
“All of it.” Émeric laid the last piece down with something like reverence. “We’ll see how much of it we use.”
“Those boots are something.” Damian nodded at a pair of knee-high boots that ended in what looked like horse hooves. In reality, they were very much like extensive high-heeled shoes, balanced so that no heel was needed. All the weight of the wearer went to the front of the foot.
Émeric chuckled. “He doesn’t know. Don’t tell him.”
Richard shook his head. “You are the sadist, mon amour.”
Émeric answered in French.
Richard looked abashed. “I enjoy a boy under my hand, yes.”
Damian’s cheeks tingled. This was different, something that Émeric and Richard had been sharing with him in small moments for several months now, letting him see the sides of them when they did not have a submissive with them.
“Perhaps I should have you tonight, ma merveille,” Richard said. “Make sure you have stamina for our boy in the morning, when he tempts you.”
Émeric kissed Richard on the mouth. “Do not make excuses.”
“Well, then.” Richard pushed Émeric up against the wall of the barn, sliding a leg between his French lover’s thighs. “Why don’t I have you here? Let you remember me in the morning, when our boy is whimpering for you.”
Émeric groaned.
Damian smiled. He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. Sleep could wait, for the moment. And there were no beds for Richard and Émeric to break here.
Jun
Jun woke with Collin wrapped around him like a lemur, both of them naked except for Collin’s cockcage. The light outside was still soft, like the sun was only lazily slouching over the horizon. He lay like that for a while, his fingers in Collin’s hair, until the light was full and his bladder demanded he move. Collin mumbled sleepily. Jun pushed Téméraire into his arms in apology. Collin wrapped himself around the giant stuffed horse. In his sleep, he looked almost innocent. The stress lines around his lips from the summer were starting to fade. The dark rings under his eyes that had been there leading up to the August operation were gone.
When his family was settled, Collin was settled.
Jun kissed him on the lips and glided away silently.
He cleaned in the shower, preparing for the long list of things that could happen that day. His clothes were laid out in the bathroom. Cheap ones. A pair of old jeans with holes in the knees, socks, sneakers, a black T-shirt advertising a resort he’d never heard of, a light flannel shirt in green, blue and black plaid.
He checked his tag, the stud one. It had a tracker in it and Richard would be watching. If Jun was ever in distress, he could squeeze it three times and Richard would shut everything down and find him. Satisfied, he dressed, brushed his teeth and did his hair.
Richard was waiting for him by the doors to the deck. The deck overlooked the grassy fields down to the barns and the pastures, which stood alongside the main trail to the woods, the same trail Damian had first taken him on. There was so much more to the trail system and the woods that belonged to the Estate than Jun and Damian had explored that night, but Jun had seen quite a bit of them during a couple of brief visits since. Now he was going to see a lot more of them. He knew the boundaries and had a good map in his head. There were landmarks Richard and Damian had made sure he could recognize.
Richard handed Jun a bottle of water. “Drink all of it.”
Jun didn’t argue. While he drank, Richard checked that the tracking device was working. “Ready for the physical check?”
Jun nodded. “Ready.” He let Richard check his bruises, palpitating for tenderness. Richard pulled back his sleeve and ran his fingers over the path the bullet had taken up Jun’s arm. He’d gotten lucky, so lucky. While there was a long scar, the bullet hadn’t touched bone or gone into his elbow. He’d never have smooth skin there again, but the scar wasn’t something Jun was bothered by. Why would he be? It was a mark of freedom.
Richard finished. “How do you feel?”
“Nervous.” Jun smiled and shrugged. “And like I should just get out there. I’ve been building this up in my head for months, so now this doesn’t really feel real.”
Richard put his hands on Jun’s shoulders. “I’m proud of you.”
Jun had to blink hard. He smiled back, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Thank you.”
“Can your grand dom give you a hug before he sends you off?”
