Page 42 of Trained Royal
Kieren sighed. Patrick was as stubborn as they came sometimes. “You’re in no state—” he tried again.
“I can do plenty with what I have.”
Kieren didn’t doubt it, but he also didn’t want Patrick hurting himself further. But he could see he wouldn’t be dissuaded.
“Can you help again, please?”
Kieren turned back to the shower and squeezed the shower gel into Patrick’s palm, then closed the door and faced away again.
“As for what I’d use, I was thinking of trying a flogger, but I want to show you the different types first. We can still do that tomorrow, and I can explain what each of them can do. We can also have a look at the different restraint options.” He paused. “If that’s something that might interest you.”
“I’m happy to look at it if nothing else.”
They lapsed into silence, the quiet even louder when Patrick switched off the shower. The cubicle door opened, and Kieren held out the towel, averting his gaze.
“You can look, you know.” The humour in Patrick’s voice had Kieren doing just that, but the towel covered him, both sides gripped in one hand. “I think we’re beyond the privacy stage now.” He held out his bad arm and sighed. “This is going to get tiresome, but could you help again, please?”
Kieren carefully dried his arm, noting the swelling still evident, and wrapped a bandage around it. “You maybe shouldn’t have had such a warm shower. I doubt that helped your arm at all.”
“Too late now. Besides, if my mother said I was stinky, then I needed one.”
Kieren chuckled. “When we get out there, you’ll have to ice it again.”
“Shit.”
“What?” Kieren frowned.
“I forgot to bring any clothes in.”
“These are your rooms. Why does it matter?”
Patrick winced. “Because we have company.”
“I didn’t hear anyone come in.” Kieren straightened and glanced at the closed door as if it could reveal what waited for them.
“My family. I bet they’re out there being all sneaky and shit.”
“And why would they need to be sneaky?”
Patrick headed for the door. “Because they’re nosey fuckers.” He opened the door to a gasp.
“How dare you swear so heartily about us!” George said, his hands pressed to his chest.
Patrick ignored him and brushed past, heading for his bedroom. “Kieren, can you help, please?”
Kieren ignored the burning stares and his heated cheeks and followed Patrick, helping him into another T-shirt, some briefs and some more joggers. He kept his wits about him when he pulled the briefs up his legs and over the man’s cock, though his mouth watered at the sight.
“Later,” Patrick whispered.
Kieren shook his head. “No.”
Patrick cupped his jaw. “Yes.”
Kieren swallowed but said nothing.
“Come on. Let’s see what damage the Tantalising Twelve have done in our absence.”
“Are they all here?” Kieren asked as Patrick led the way to the living area.
