Calen hoped that no one would notice the hard-on starting to form in Brent’s jeans—or the one in his. Adjusting his napkin to be on the safe side, Calen held his coffee cup up, trying to catch the waiter’s attention. Giving the waiter a quick “Thanks” when he came over, Calen leaned back in the booth and tried to relax.
Well, as much as he could with all the wicked images running around in his head. One naughty fantasy was chasing after the other trying to make him crazy. What he wanted most of all was to be in there watching. Standing behind Brent, teasing him, touching him, while he masturbated. Not yet, though.
Not the time or the place.
Brent had been thinking about him as more than a friend for a while, but Calen wasn’t sure that the sub saw him as a Dom. Seeing Brent as his sub wasn’t hard for Calen. All he wanted to do was dominate and take Brent right to the edge. But going from seeing Calen as a friend to seeing Calen as his Dom had to be harder. Hopefully, little things like the jerking off when told would help with that.
And just to add something else for his mind to worry about, now they had to go to dinner at Garrett’s.
Did Garrett even realize what was happening between Calen and Brent? Was that what the dinner was about? They did random dinners once in a while, but most of the time it was the barbecues on the weekends. Did this have something to do with Garrett’s relationship with Wyatt?
Then there was the issue with his new relationship with Brent. Did he want to keep things quiet until they figured everything out or was he okay with talking about it already? How did Brent want his submission handled?
If it were solely up to Calen, he would have wanted everything out in the open, but it wasn’t only up to him. Brent might be his submissive but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t have strong opinions. And they still hadn’t even written up their contract yet.
Calen hoped they would be able to get that ironed out before they had to see the rest of the group. He wanted to show Brent this was something he was taking seriously and committing to. Dinner was definitely messing up his plans.
He’d wanted to spend the afternoon talking about their contract and rules before having their first scene that night. Calen had envisioned a relaxing dinner after they’d had time to unwind and process everything.
Now with the invitation thrown in, he wasn’t sure how much of that was possible. It would all come down to how much they agreed on right off the bat and how much they had to discuss and negotiate.
It only took a few more minutes and about a half a cup of coffee for Brent to come back to the table. He was flushed, with the same sleepy, just-fucked look that he’d had after he’d gotten out of the shower. Calen couldn't wait to see how he looked right after he’d come when he didn’t have to put himself back together so quickly.
“That didn’t take long. Did you follow directions?”
Brent didn’t even seem to have the energy to blush. “Yes, Sir.”
“Very good. How about we go back to your place and relax for a while? Then we’ll discuss the contract.” Calen watched as Brent yawned, nodding.
“And maybe a nap first.” Brent’s reply was almost unintelligible through the second yawn.
“Aren’t you a forward sub? Asking your Dom to sleep with you before we’ve even gone through the contract.”
“Calen! You know—”
Interrupting before Brent could get too worked up, Calen grinned. “I know. And a nap sounds good as long as it wouldn't be rushing you?”
“Not rushing at all.” Brent tilted his head, giving Calen a sweet smile. “It sounds perfect.”
“I agree. Nap, discussion, then dinner.”
“Sounds good. You ready to go?”
“Absolutely.”
When the two options were between sitting in the diner drinking coffee, and heading home to cuddle his sub, there was really no choice at all.
CHAPTER 8
Brent
Slowly waking, it took Brent a moment to figure out why he was so warm and comfortable. The sun streaming in through his bedroom window reminded him that he’d lain down to take a nap. But it wasn’t until the warmth that was wrapped around him moved and tightened that he remembered Calen.
He’d slept with Calen.
Well, they’d taken a nap together was probably the best way to phrase it since they hadn’t actually had sex. The rigid length that was pressed against his ass made him think that might change sooner rather than later. The idea didn’t make him as nervous as he expected it would.
Wrapped in Calen’s embrace and pressed tight against him, there wasn’t anywhere he’d rather be. The only thing that would have made it perfect was if they were both naked. But he didn’t think that was Calen’s plan.
