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He winked at me. “You’re on.”
The doorbell rang, and a flurry of activity interrupted our flirting as some of the guys from the Daddies and Subs Club—which had picked up some other members over the past several months—filed into our living room, already discussing carpooling arrangements.
After a few minutes, we were off.
Attending Kink Night together had become a habit of our club, and the Daddies and subs often split to ride together in groups. The Daddies, of course, drove closely enough behind our boys to make sure they stayed safe the whole way.
Ethan glanced over at me from the driver’s seat. “So tonight’s the big night, huh?”
I blushed, hoping the darkness around us hid my heated cheeks from Anson, Zander, and Ethan as I rubbed my palm over the tiny lump in my right pants pocket, just to make sure it was still there. “Yup.”
Anson leaned forward from the backseat. Thankfully, Ethan’s truck had an extended cab so Anson and Zander hadn’t had to squeeze into the back. I suspected they were grateful for the full seat—I definitely would’ve been. “Really? Congrats, man!” He patted me on the shoulder.
I laughed lightly, and it sounded nervous even to me. “I haven’t asked him yet.”
Ethan chuckled warmly beside me as we pulled into the parking lot. “He’ll say yes.”
“I agree,” Anson chimed in.
Zander was nodding as I glanced back. “He definitely will. He loves you, man.”
“Thanks, guys. I hope you’re right.”
***
The club was full, as it always was on Kink Night. Staff was scurrying everywhere as our group walked in together, and I spotted Henry behind the bar and waved when I caught his eye. He nodded back in the middle of pouring a drink from the tap with a smile.
Henry had become close to our expanding club, especially Tristan, though Cameron and I were the only ones who seemed to have noticed the interest the older man had taken in Cameron’s bestie. I still cracked up at Tristan’s antics every time we hung out. Which was a lot, since he still popped over every so often with food for both of us.
After he’d walked in on us a few times in compromising positions, he’d started calling before coming over or at least knocking and waiting for a response before barging into Cameron’s—our—house.
God, I loved that it was ours now.
I fingered the ring in my pocket again, as had become my habit since we’d left the house. We secured our regular booth and sat through a couple of the more tame demonstrations, sipping drinks and enjoying lively conversation. The boys were out dancing on the floor under the watchful eye of Ethan, Anson, Zander, myself, and even Henry. He was subtle about it, but his eyes drifted to Tristan with regularity.
I wouldn’t be surprised if they hooked up soon. Or maybe they already had.
The music quieted, the emcee took the stage for the next “demonstration,” and my heart started racing. Ethan, Anson, and Zander eyed me, knowing what was coming next. Henry even looked my way with a knowing smile. I’d run my plan by him to make sure I could co-opt Kink Night. He’d been thrilled for me and agreed with a huge smile and congratulations.
I was like ninety-eight-percent sure Cameron would say yes, but I wished I had the confidence of all my friends. Because getting up in front of a packed club like this wasn’t exactly my idea of a good time, and it made all my fear of rejection come back. If I’d gotten it wrong, I wasn’t sure how I would survive it.
But Cameron had helped me move past that when he spanked me. He did it from time to time when the fear got really loud and I needed to get out of my head. Of course, spanking wasn’t a cure of any sort, and some days, I still struggled to do brave things. But then I’d think back to those days, remember the pain in my ass and how Cameron took care of me so well every damn time. It reminded me of just how brave I really was, and I’d square my shoulders and take the leap.
I loved Cameron anyway, but I loved him even more for that.
The emcee waited until everyone had quieted before speaking up. “For our next demonstration, we have something a little different for all of you.”
I scanned the crowd and met Cameron’s curious gaze. He was standing with the other subs off to the side, having not made their way back to us yet. His eyes had questions in them, and I watched them widen as I stood.
Then my name echoed through the club. “Sam Coleson, please come to the stage.”
Cameron’s mouth dropped open as I moved forward, brushing his hand with my own as I passed him while winking at Tristan. I saw my boyfriend’s gaze shoot to his friend’s before they were out of my line of sight.
When I reached the stage, I climbed the stairs carefully. The emcee stepped aside, dramatically bowing as he offered me the microphone with a flourish. I stood in front of the mic stand, taking in the sea of people. I’d never been one for crowds, and I squinted in the bright lights before taking a breath and calming myself.
Then I was ready.
“One of the first nights I came to Mix It Up happened to be a Kink Night just like this one. I was a newly out trans gay man, and honestly, coming here felt like coming home. You welcomed me without even knowing it, and I thank you all for that.”
