“If it weren't for Grant’s obsession with the salad dressing, we wouldn’t have even noticed.” Bryce’s words came out teasing but Grant frowned at him.
“It’s not an obsession! You always bring the wrong kind.”
“We’re not doing this again.” Brent’s voice came out firm and decisive. Both brothers relaxed back in their seats, but it was easy to see they were still too worked up for it to actually be about the salad. They were both more stressed than normal, especially Bryce.
Wyatt was coughing, trying to cover up his laughter, but Garrett wasn’t buying it because he frowned at the sub. “I’m shocked. You’re taking their side.”
“Of course not, Master. He’s obviously teasing you.” But the innocent act was ruined when he looked over and gave Brent a wink. That was one little sub who was deliberately egging his master on. Itching for a spanking, was he?
Garrett growled out something about punishments, making Wyatt blush and stare down at the floor, but his grin made it clear how pleased he was. Garrett looked like he was going to enjoy the evening too. Calen took that as their hint to leave.
“You two have fun. We’re out of here.” It might have been a bit abrupt, but everyone else seemed to have the same idea that he did because they were all grinning at Garrett and Wyatt. Those two weren’t subtle at all. Not that anyone else in the family was any better.
“Oh, we will. You guys have fun on vacation. Barbecue is still going on this weekend, right?” Garrett glanced up and looked around at everyone.
Calen looked to Brent who nodded and replied, “Yeah, we’ll let you know what to bring.”
Deciding he wasn’t going to be subtle either, he looked over to Grant and Bryce. “You two get cleanup for fighting at the table.”
Grant snorted, “You’re going home to—Shit, Bryce!”
Bryce evidently decided Grant didn’t need to finish his sentence because he elbowed him in the stomach. “You have no manners. Or common sense. You have to wait awhile for that shit or he’ll tell Mom you were trying to embarrass them.”
“You two are a mess. Get your shit figured out or I’ll be the one calling Mom about you.” Garrett looked confused about their behavior, but he seemed to have reached the end of his patience.
Tired of the siblings bickering, Calen took Brent’s hand, leading them to the front of the house. As they reached the car, Calen pulled Brent close. Wrapping his arms around Brent, loving the way he leaned into him, Calen whispered, “You ready to be mine?”
Cocking his head and giving Calen a curious look, Brent took a moment before he spoke. “I think I’ve been yours longer than I realized.”
Leaning in to give Brent a quick kiss, Calen smiled. “Me too. Let’s go home, subbie.”
Stepping closer, Brent cuddled into Calen. “Sounds perfect.”
Thankfully, the drive back to his place was short. Calen didn’t think he had the patience to put off their night any longer. He’d been ready to make Brent his for days. He just hoped that everything would be okay with Brent.
Nothing that he had planned went anywhere near the sub’s limits, but it might not be what he was expecting, so Calen wasn’t sure what he would think. Pushing his insecurities to the back of his mind, Calen stopped as they walked in and shut the front door.
Giving Brent his full attention, Calen saw the stress in his friend’s eyes and the weight of everything finally hitting him. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Sir.” Brent’s voice was tired but Calen didn’t think it was physical.
“Use your safewords if you need to, but other than that I simply expect to hear ‘Yes, Sir’ and to see you obey. Is that clear?”
Brent nodded and gave him a quiet, “Yes, Sir.”
“Sometimes I’m going to tell you what will happen and sometimes I won’t. You don’t have to think about anything or make decisions. All you have to do is let me take care of you.” It wasn’t a question, but Brent nodded anyway. He looked so…fragile almost, that Calen wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close.
Brent rested his head on Calen’s shoulder and sank into the touch. Standing there in the hall, Calen let his friend and submissive relax. When the tension seemed to fade from Brent’s body and little sighs started escaping as Calen rubbed small, gentle circles on Brent’s back, Calen knew it was time to continue.
Pulling back enough that he could see into Brent’s face, he gave his friend a quick kiss. “We’re going to go to my bedroom now and I’m going to get you ready.”
There was nothing for Brent to say, so Calen took his hand and led the quiet sub back to the room. Next time he would have Brent strip for him but at that moment, he wanted to take care of his sub. Stopping Brent when he reached the center of the room, Calen began stripping off Brent’s clothes. The T-shirt came off quickly, but Calen didn’t rush to remove Brent’s pants. He wanted it to last.
Running his hands up Brent’s muscular chest, Calen felt little shivers racing through him. Calen had always admired Brent’s body even when he didn’t let himself think of the sub as anything but his friend. Now that he could touch Brent and there was nothing in their way, he let his gaze take in the beautiful man in front of him.
Letting his fingers tease around Brent’s nipples and then dip down to trace the muscles of his chest and abs, Calen enjoyed watching Brent’s body come alive again. He’d been a little worried that the sub was too worn out to play, but that wasn’t going to be the case. Brent’s mind might be exhausted but his body was still very much into what they were doing.
Seeing the way Brent’s nipples tightened and his pants started to tent, Calen couldn’t wait any longer to get him naked. Watching Brent strip down at the gym and not be able to touch him had been the hardest thing he’d ever done. He’d inwardly both cursed and thanked Brent for leaving his underwear on as he’d walked to the shower. A naked Brent would have been too much for Calen to handle.
