Page 21 of Black Light: The Crossover
“So, I’m just supposed to put up with it?”
“I didn’t say that.” Chase’s grin spread, lighting up his face in that charming way that had booked him so many photoshoots when they’d still modeled. “Didn’t you make it very clear to both of us that you could still do a scene even if we had to be quiet?”
“Sure. You try that tonight, Chase. See if you can catch her in the ten minutes of consciousness she’s had between when she gets ready for bed, and when she’s fast asleep.”
“Have we talked to Emma about her limits around somnophilia?”
“Seriously?” Jaxson rubbed at his temple, glaring at his husband.
“What?” he shrugged. “The whole sleeping beauty thing could be kinky.”
“I prefer having our wife be conscious when we fuck her.”
“I’m just trying to help.”
“You’re not,” Jax retorted, groaning when Chase just laughed.
“I’ll talk to her about it, okay?” Pushing off the couch, Chase crossed the living room and braced his hands on the arms of the chair, caging Jaxson in for a second before he leaned down to kiss him. “And I’ll see if I can get her wound up before bed tonight.”
“Thanks.”
“Hey, I’ll benefit from it too. Plus, you said you were going to light my ass up anyway, right?”
“Don’t tempt me,” Jax muttered, grabbing a fistful of Chase’s hair. “Because the walls here are uncomfortably thin, but as long as they don’t hear Emma crying, they’d probably ignore any pleas for mercy.”
“Promises, promises.” Chase winked at him, and Jax let him go because neither of them could risk starting anything fun in the Fischers’ living room. “I’m going to go work on our wife while the twins are busy with grandma and grandpa. Why don’t you relax for a bit? Or go watch some porn and take the edge off?”
“Ha. Ha.” Jaxson didn’t want to jack off to porn, especially when both his subs were technically within reach, and it would bemuchmore satisfying to fuck one of their throats — or both. Plus, it would keep them pretty quiet.
Great, now I’ve got a hard-on.
Shifting in the recliner, Jax adjusted himself and tugged out his phone to skim the emails that had come in throughout the chaos of the morning. There were a few work emails and a bunch of ads from stores he’d never even heard of, but just as he was about to close the app he stopped.
The subject line was innocuous enough, ‘NYE at TPP! Last Call for Tickets!’ To anyone else it would probably look like a concert, or a regular New Year’s event, but Jaxson knew exactly what TPP stood for.
The Punishment Pit.
Lukus Mitchell’s BDSM club… which was in the Midwest.
In Chicago… which was not very far from Wisconsin.
Tapping open the email, Jaxson’s mind was already alive with ideas before he’d even read through the details. It was Friday, December 31st, which was a full two days before they were planning to fly home, and Robert and Linda were always mentioning how happy they’d be to keep the twins overnight.
He was still hatching a plan on how to spring the idea on Chase and Emma — and her parents —when his thumb navigated to Lukus’ contact info and hit the call button. It wasn’t exactly a conscious decision to call the man, but his subconscious was clearly several steps ahead on making this plan happen.
The phone rang and rang, and Jax was about to hang up and wait until he’d talked to his husband and wife, but then the line clicked.
“Hey, um— I mean hello? Jaxson?” Lukus sounded a little out of breath, and Jax smiled to himself as he took the answered call as a sign to move forward.
“Hey Lukus, yeah, it’s me. Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“No, no, it’s fine. Not a bad time at all, what’s up?”
“Well, Chase and Emma and I are in Wisconsin at her parent’s house and…” Jaxson felt like an idiot explaining their holiday plans to the other dominant, so he cut himself off and got to the point. “Anyway, I just saw an email about a New Year’s Eve thing at TPP.”
“Yeah, it’s going to be a lot of fun,” Lukus said, clearing his throat as he seemed to get his breathing back to normal. “Were you guys thinking of coming to it?”
“If you still have tickets,” Jax replied, mentally crossing his fingers.
