by Sean Michael
Way chuckled and tugged on a light sweater, a pair of jeans. “Probably, although I think it’s going to be fun. Lance and Robin were excited earlier.”
“Yeah, even their masters were pleased. Trying to be more… sober about it?” It had been cute, them trying hard not to be—he didn’t know, subby?—about it. Though that was totally generalizing if he called it that.
Hell, maybe they all needed to hang out a little more, if this was such a big thing.
The doorbell rang and Way bounced up to get it. Neal grinned and followed more slowly. They needed to hang out more if for no other reason than it made his boy happy. That, after all, was his goal in life—Way’s happiness.
Chapter Eleven
“DUDE! I brought cream puffs and Sorry!” His friend Lance came to Way and hugged him tight. “I went and bought it because I used to play it years ago. This was the best idea!” The little photographer handed the box of pastries over. “I have news for you too, when we have a second to confab, okay?”
“Sure.” News? “Hello, Master Tide.”
“Good evening, Way. Lance is right, this was a fantastic idea. I don’t know why we didn’t think of it earlier.”
“Because you needed Way,” Neal answered, coming down the stairs.
“It was Neal’s idea. Honest. He set it up.” He wasn’t going to steal Neal’s thunder.
“But I only had the idea because of you, and I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Tide chuckled. “Quite the mutual admiration society you’ve got going.”
Neal didn’t even try to deny it. “Can you blame me? He’s wonderful.”
“We’re wonderful. There’s all sorts of snacks and drinks in the pass-through. Have at!”
The doorbell went off again and Neal took the pastries from him. “I’ll put these in the kitchen, you get the door.” Neal’s smile was fond, his eyes warm. It was a little reminder of what they’d done, and it warmed him right through.
“Yes, Sir.” He was laughing when he answered the door, and Robin grabbed him, kissed him right on the mouth.
“Hey, kiddo! What a great idea! I brought a chocolate cheesecake and truffles and then we brought Scattergories. We made dirty cards.”
He wasn’t sure how to reply, his mouth still open from Robin’s kiss.
Stack put a finger under his chin and closed his mouth, then kissed his cheek. “Hi, Way. My boy has been bouncing since Monday. I’m blaming you.”
“He’s teasing,” Master Tyrone said from behind Stack, Bran with him. “Although I have had to spank my boy more than once in the last few days.”
“Come in. Please. Hi. It’s so good to see everyone.” He looked behind him for Neal.
Neal showed up at his shoulder like Way had wished him into existence. “Hi, guys! Robin, Bran, go ahead and bring your desserts to the kitchen. There should be room in the fridge if you need it, otherwise put stuff on the counter.” Neal’s arm slid across his shoulders, putting him immediately at ease.
“Everyone’s here,” he said, inhaling deep. “How should we run this? One big game, a couple of games?”
“We’ve got a lot to choose from. I think we should play everything all together. We’ll pair up into teams if we have to. I think we should hold on to Twister for our grand finale.” Neal wriggled his eyebrows outrageously. “And I think we should start with the naughty version of Scattergories. That’ll get us all loosened up.”
“Grand idea, Neal.” Master Tyrone nodded, then went for the food. “You guys put on a great spread.”
“Thank you.” It did look tasty—different flavors, textures. It wasn’t too fancy, but better than chips and dip.
Neal nudged him. “Eat something, boy.” Grabbing a plate, Neal put a couple of each thing on a plate and handed it to him. “There you go.” Then Neal made himself up a plate as well.
“How about we go to the den? There’s room there for everyone and we can set up the first game.”
“Sounds like a plan. Can we start with Scattergories? Robin was showing me his dirty cards. O. M. G.” Lance was bouncing. Really. Literally.
Neal chuckled. “I was telling Way that’s what we should start with. Is your boy high, Tide?”
“Yep. On life.”
“And on news. I have news, Way. Someone wants you to model for them. For a magazine spread. For real.”
“A what? Me?”
“Really? I mean, I’m not surprised, my boy is gorgeous. What magazine?” Neal asked.
“It’s a high-fashion shoot. Sparkles and spangles and lots of hair spray. Can you come do it? Maybe Monday night overnight? They want full moon shots.”
Neal smiled at Way and tugged him down onto the big easy chair on Neal’s lap. “Love? Is that something you’d like to do?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. Will you come watch?” He could use the money, and he didn’t mind dressing up.
“Absolutely. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Is that going to be okay, Lance?” Neal asked.
“Of course. I swear, nothing nefarious.”
“I didn’t think you would send him to someone you didn’t trust. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be welcome. I suppose I could say I’m his agent if I have to.”
“It’s going to be us, a makeup artist, and some others. You’ll be put to work, huh?”
“Cool, I can do that. Congrats, love.”
Way didn’t know what to say. Him? A model. That was crazy.
Neal grinned. “You’ve made him speechless, Lance.”
“That’s going to be a problem for Scattergories,” Tide noted with a wink.
“I’ll be on Neal’s team. It’ll be fine.”
“No way!” Robin dropped to his knees, already laughing. “Subs versus the Evil Overlords! Please, Way!”
“Evil overlords?” Neal looked at Stack. “Is that what they call us when they’re alone?”
Stack chuckled. “I imagine they’ve called us worse.”
“I don’t even want to know. The punishments would fly.” Tide grabbed Lance, squeezed his butt, and kissed him, so Way averted his eyes instinctively.
Neal was smiling, though, and holding him close. “Okay. How does one play Scattergories? Dirty version or otherwise, I don’t think I’ve ever played that one.”
They started the process and didn’t even make it through an hour before Neal suggested they bring the dessert out to the den. Bran and Robin jumped up immediately to go do it.
“This was a good idea, guys. We’ll host at our place next time, huh?” Master Tyrone smiled, eyes crinkling with the expression.
Way’d always thought the masters were so stern, but it was hard to believe that with the way they were all laughing and teasing and having fun.
The desserts were a huge hit, everyone sharing bites. It was like family. Family with a lot of touching.
Neal smiled at him, nibbled on his earlobe. “Having a good time, love?”
“I am.” He’d expected to enjoy it, but this was really fun. Like what he’d imagined being a grown-up should be like.
“Good. Me too.” Neal pressed their lips together, the kiss lingering. Neal tasted like chocolate—a little bitter, a lot sweet.
He broke the kiss off. “There’s people here, Neal.”
“Our friends. Who know we’re a couple and aren’t going to get their panties in a twist if we neck in front of them.”
“Here. Have a cinnamon candy first.” Robin popped the spicy sweet between Neal’s lips. “Now kiss him. It’s great.”
Bran groaned. “Almost as good as the blow jobs with one.”
Way felt his cheeks heat, but Neal leaned in and took his mouth, distracting him with a cinnamon-flavored kiss. The heat built between them, deep and spicy, surprisingly potent.
Neal groaned, tongue sweeping through his mouth.
“Oh, Master. They’re so cute together, aren’t they?” Robin giggled softly.
“Be nice, boy, and come kiss me.”
“I was b
eing nice!”
Way heard the sound of a swat and Robin shrieked dramatically.
Neal waggled his eyebrows and Lance giggled behind him and Way found himself smiling.
Neal sat back. “You want to feed me some more dessert?”
“Uh-huh. We should get some of those cinnamon candies for… later.”
Neal’s eyes went wide, and then he grinned. “Careful, anyone would think you’re kinky.”
“I won’t tell if you won’t.”
“I won’t tell a soul.” Neal nibbled on his lips.
“Then we’re safe, right?” Way found himself snuggling closer.
“We totally are.” Neal kissed the top of his head. “So guys, are we going to try Trouble next?”
“I brought Sorry!”
“Sorry!?” Neal said. “I’m Sorry, are we in Trouble?”
Way cackled, then applauded. “Very nice.”
“I try, love.” Neal hugged him again. “Tell me what we’re doing and I’ll participate. Bad puns included for free.”
“It doesn’t matter what we do, really. It’s that we’re together.”
“My boy hit the nail on the head.” Neal kissed him again. “So are we ready for naked Twister?”
“I vote we make the subs play and we watch,” Tide said.
“I second that suggestion,” added Tyrone.
“Motion passed,” pronounced Stack, sitting back.
“Neal, naked?” Way protested. “You aren’t serious….”
“If you’re not comfortable with it, we won’t do it, love.” Neal didn’t try to persuade him either way.
The guys, on the other hand, were all looking at him like they really wanted him to say yes.
“Can we keep our underwear on at first?” he asked. “It’s my first time.”
Robin pounced on him and hugged him hard, kissed his cheek. “It’s going to be so much fun!”
Neal’s smile was huge. “I’m very proud of you, boy.”
“Nice compromise.” Stack was already stripping Robin down.
“I just…. This is a little weird for me.”
“Me too.” Lance shot him a grin. “If you don’t want to do something, you just have to say so. This is a safe place, right?”
“Right.” Right. This was his home.
“There’s not going to be anything sexual going on,” Neal assured him. “Aside from masters admiring their boys. And Lance is right. If you don’t want to do it, that’s fine. Including playing naked, or semiclothed, or at all.”
“Right. I’ll try.” He pointed at Robin. “Don’t touch me with your penis.”
Robin waggled his hips, teasing him.
Neal chuckled. “He won’t be able to if his underwear are on.”
“I don’t know. He has a very talented penis,” Stack told them.
“I’m not sure I want to know what constitutes a talented penis….”
Neal laughed at him, while Robin giggled madly and quickly bared himself down to his underwear, which proved to be a black thong.
Lance had on boxer briefs, and Bran wore a G-string made to look like an elephant.
Lance stared. “Okay, so those are both impressive. Please tell me you have normal underwear on too, Way.”
“Tighty-whities, my friend.” He eased his jeans down.
“Oh, yay!” Lance grinned.
There they were, all four of them, stripped down to their skivvies while the four masters looked on.
“You know, you guys are the studs—you’re who should be naked,” Lance noted.
“Good thing we get to make that decision, huh?” Tide shot back.
Robin giggled. “If my master was naked, I wouldn’t be able to do anything but stare and beg to suck him off.”
“If my master was naked, he’d be expecting me to suck him off,” Bran countered.
Lance’s cheeks had gone about as red as Way’s felt.
“Boys, be nice,” Neal said. “You’re stressing the newer guys.”
Robin came over and pulled Way and Lance into a hug. “I’m only playing, guys.”
“Me too. Sort of.” Bran’s eyes had pure naughtiness in them.
“Someone’s cruising for a spanking,” murmured Tyrone.
“Moi?”
Robin swatted Bran’s butt, playfully.
“Uh-oh.” Lance’s wide-eyed stare got bigger and Tide grabbed him, tugging him close and kissing his neck.
“Everything’s fine, boy.”
Lance’s worry made Way feel a little better.
“Behave, you two,” growled Stack. “Or we’ll give Way and Lance the perfect demonstration of a pair of hard spankings.”
Bran and Robin looked at each other, but Way stepped forward. “The game?”
Robin took a breath, then grinned. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s play. Show off our lithe bodies for our masters as they twist us up.”
“I’ll spin for you guys,” Neal offered. “This should be fun.” He spun the dial. “Right foot red.”
They all fought for a spot, grabbing each other, laughing hysterically.
“Are we all supposed to go at once?”
“You are.” Neal sat forward. “And you’re not allowed sharing spots.” He spun the dial again. “Left hand blue.”
“Blue.”
Robin went over, Way went under, almost colliding with Lance.
They laughed, and settled on their spots.
“Wait until you’re really twisted up.” Neal spun again. “Right hand blue. The spinner really likes blue.”
Way put his hands together, next to Lance.
“Left foot yellow.”
“Oh, man.” Bran went over with a thud.
Lance giggled softly. “It started so simply.”
“I’m okay,” Robin said. “I’ve got it!” He leaned with Lance and they managed, barely, to stay upright.
“Okay, move your… right foot to a different red.”
Way shook his head. No way. No way.
“We could trade,” Lance suggested. “My right foot for yours.”
It would twist them up a lot, but they could probably do it.
“Okay. Let’s do it.”
They fell against each other, and he nearly went down, but they managed to switch the dot their left feet were on.
The guys all hooted and whistled, Neal’s “well done” ringing out.
Bran started reaching in, tickling, teasing them, all three.
“Cheating!” Lance wriggled, trying to get away from the touches, and their whole twisted setup was suddenly in jeopardy.
“Don’t let us fall, man!” Robin cried out, and suddenly Bran’s strong muscles stabilized them all.
That was pretty damn cool, how strong he was.
“You guys good to keep going?” Neal asked.
“One more turn?” Way said.
“Sure.” Neal grinned and spun the spinner. “Right foot green.”
Lance went down first and Way landed on top of him, Bran grabbing Robin and keeping him upright. Then Robin’s foot slid out from under him, and despite Bran’s efforts, Robin did the splits.
“Ack!”
Everyone started howling, laughing hysterically.
Stack moved onto the plastic playing sheet and grabbed Robin beneath his arms, hauling him up and carrying him back to the couch. Robin cuddled right in.
Way grabbed his pants, not managing to get them on before Neal pulled him close.
“I prefer nearly naked Way in my lap over the fully clothed version,” Neal whispered in his ear.
“Oh.” His whole body went hot, and he covered his lap with his jeans. “I might… you know.”
“Yeah, I imagine we all might… you know.”
“Yeah?” That was either comforting or weird.
“We’re all sitting cuddling together with our boys almost naked and wriggling in our laps. Yeah, I think there might be some wood springing up all around.”
“Is that… okay?” Was it? This was… exciting an
d weird and different and hard and arousing.
“We’re all friends here, right? As long as no one is terribly uncomfortable, it’s fine.” Neal rubbed his thigh.
“We are. We’re all friends.” He snuggled in, wondering how his life had become this.
There were kissing noises all around, and little moans, hums of pleasure filling the air.
“I can’t believe it’s already eleven,” Lance noted. “This evening flew by.”
“And some of us have work tomorrow. We should plan this for a weekend next time.” Stack sounded more at peace than he’d ever heard the man.
“Complete with sleepover?” Neal asked.
Stack nodded and Robin squealed.
“I love sleepovers!” Way exclaimed.
“Yeah?” Neal asked. “This’ll be your first couples’ one, though, I bet.”
“Yes. My first adult one.”
“Your first sexy one,” murmured Neal, wagging his eyebrows.
“Uh-huh.” Was he considering this?
Robin squealed again. “It’ll be so much fun and we have enough bedrooms for everyone, and a huge playroom!”
Stack swatted Robin’s thigh, hard. “Who’s the master?”
Robin wriggled and nuzzled against Stack’s chest. “You’re the master.”
Way couldn’t stop the little gasp he made.
“You like what you see?” Neal asked, nibbling on his ear.
“I’m not looking,” he whispered.
“Then do you like what you hear?” Neal asked, chuckling softly.
He nodded before he could stop himself.
Neal’s hand slipped into his lap. “Mmm. So I feel.”
“Neal….” He snuggled closer, blinking at the flush of pleasure.
“Do you mind if I warm my boy’s ass, Neal? He’s begging for it.” Stack’s voice was husky, low. “He’s filled with a plug—fore and aft. This will drive him wild.”
“If you don’t mind whether or not we watch,” Neal replied.
“Of course not. This is friends. No pressure, right?”
“Right.” Neal nuzzled Way’s neck. “You want to watch, love? It’s going to be amazing. And noisy, so you’ll be hearing it, even if you don’t see it.”
“Over my knees, boy, lose the cover.” Stack hummed softly. “I shaved him again today, top to bottom. I’m keeping him that way. My bare boy, stripped to the skin.”
