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“Bloody Knox! He’s already told the family.” I wave the screen of my phone at him. “I bet Pops will be here before the end of the day.
“He loves you. Don’t knock having people who care and want the best for you,” he admonishes me softly, reminding me that he doesn’t have any family.
“You’re right, I’m sorry.”
Before we can say anything else, the door chimes, announcing one of our appointments. It’s Noah’s, so I leave them to it and go back to the office to wait for mine.
It isn’t Pops that comes to see us. Royal walks through the door about six-thirty. He has a shit-eating grin all over his face. “It’s about time, too, you two.Annnnd…” He draws out the word. “I won twenty quid from each of them.” He waves the notes in front of my face.
I stare at my brother, then shake my head. “I knew you fuckers would do something like this. Just don’t tell Noah.”
“Don’t tell Noah what? Oh, hi, Royal, this is a nice surprise.”
“Nothing, he’s just being a dick, pretty much his normal self.” I glare at Royal, daring him to tell him. “Why are you here?”
“I’m allowed to visit my favourite brother and hisboyfriennnd.” He snickers, waggling his eyebrows.
“You’ve been hanging around your school kids again, haven’t you?” I give him a withering look, but he just laughs.
“Anyhoo, I thought if you’d had finished for the day, we could go for a drink up the road.” Royal shoves his hand into the front pockets of his jeans.
I look at Noah, I know he’s got one more client today, but I’m finished. The plan was for me to stay and wait, then go back to his place. The idea of having a beer with Royal is appealing. I’d like to talk about what went down when I fucked up. We’re totally different Doms, but maybe his caring style could help.
“You go, Saint. I’ll close up when I’m done,” Noah offers with a shrug.
“You sure?” I ask, and he nods. “Text me when you’re finished, and I’ll come back. Or if Royal annoys me too much, I’ll be back sooner.” I drop a chaste kiss on his lips and give Royal a nod. “Come on then, asshole.”
As we walk up the street to the local pub, Royal is unusually quiet. Has all the bravado and piss-taking been a way of hiding something? I guess this is the best time to ask. It’s not until we both have a beer in front of us and we’re in a corner booth that I ask him.
“Are you going to tell me what’s really going on? Because you’ve got something on your mind.” I take a sip of my beer and settle back in the chair, waiting for him to get his thoughts together.
He looks at me, really scrutinises me. “You’re gonna be pissed if I tell you, and I don’t want that.”
“I’ll me more pissed off it you don’t. Now spill. Is this to do with Noah?” I can’t see why it should be. Royal likes him, they get on well. Is that it? Is he jealous?
“Okay, fine. Look, I like him. He’s incredibly talented, and even though he’s had a shit time, he’s come through smiling. But is he ready for your lifestyle? Because you don’t do boyfriend shit. Have you thought it through? Because you’re gonna want to beat his arse with a paddle sometime soon. I’m not sure he has it in him to submit to you the way you need it.”
I’m shocked. I can’t believe it. “What the fuck, man? You don’t know anything about Noah, about what he wants, what he craves. I’m not doing this for a laugh. It’s serious. He’s the first person I’ve met that I want to see outside of a kink club. That I want to hear talk and laugh and mess about with. And of course,I want to flog his gorgeous tight arse until it’s bright red, and he’s weeping for more. He wants it, too, but he needs to be trained, right from the beginning.”
“He’s a virgin, you know that, right?”
I don’t want to talk about this anymore. “Yes, he’s told me.”
I’ve just finished cleaning up my station when Saint comes back. He’s alone but has a face like thunder. What happened to him? Royal’s his best friend. “Hey, are you okay? Did Royal say something?”
“Am I pushing you to do things too soon?” He scowls, his annoyance not abating.
“What? No, of course not. I love what we do. I mean, there are things that I would like to do that we haven’t yet. But you’re in charge, I want you to be in control. I trust you, Saint, and that’s what is important.”
“What do you want to do?” He’s still frowning, but the anger has gone.
“I’m sure you can guess, Sir. I mean, there aren’t many gay men my age that are still virgins.” I feel my cheeks heat up. “I don’t know if it’s because you want me to get better at the other things before you fuck me or you don’t want me that way, and I’ll just be your sub.”
“You don’t think I want to fuck you? Jesus, Noah, I walk around with a permanent fucking hard-on. I only have to look at you, and I want to sink into your body and never leave. I want you to ride me until your legs give out.”
“Then why haven’t you?” It’s a simple question, but I doubt the answer is in any way the same.
“Because I know I’ll never want you to leave, and when my demands become too much, when you realise that submitting to me is too hard, you’ll say no, and I’ll be left alone.”
