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But with Ewan?
“I could get him to crack in twenty-four hours,” Ewan said, seeming pleased with himself. “Twelve, if I put my back into it.”
Channon wasn’t sure if it was the idea or Ewan’s wicked grin that made his spine tingle.
But then he shook himself, feeling ridiculous. They were both adults. They could be mature about this.
Ewan and Jack, stuck with each other for a couple of days. What was the worst that could happen?
Chapter Two
“Did you enjoy the show?” Jack asked in the car. He’d enjoyed it himself, as far as it went. But for him, going to these kinds of events was generally more social than kinkily satisfying.
Channon nodded. “Yes, Sir,” he said, his gaze drifting out the window. He was distracted. Jack reached over the center console and tapped Channon’s knee, which got his attention pretty smartly. “Sir?”
“Tell me what you liked about the show,” Jack prompted.
Channon leaned against the passenger side door, chewing his lip. “I liked…I think I liked thinking about what it would be like if it was me having all of that done to me.” He looked down at his hands, his fingers squirming together. “I liked it when the one guy had to hold still so he didn’t hurt that woman. I…I liked that.”
Jack shouldn’t have been surprised by that, yet somehow he was. “Who did you want to be in that scenario? The person who had to hold still so the other one wouldn’t hurt them, or the one getting hurt when the first one failed.”
“Either,” Channon said, looking up owlishly.
That surprised Jack even more. “I wouldn’t have thought you’d like the responsibility of having to work hard not to hurt someone. There’s so much capacity for failure. It’s built into the exercise. And I know you hate failure.”
Stopped at the light, Jack reached across to stroke Channon’s hair off his brow. His handsome boy, who wanted only to be the best he could, always.
“That’s true, Sir. But…I think if it was Ewan, I…” but he trailed off, looking embarrassed.
Ah. Now it all made sense. Jack pulled into the garage under their apartment building and parked the car before responding. “You want to do predicament bondage with Ewan.”
Channon gave him a startled look. “Is that okay? I’m just thinking, it’s not like I wanted to actually—”
“It’s fine,” Jack took Channon’s hand and squeezed it. “I don’t think Ewan would let me do that to him, though.”
Channon seemed puzzled by this. “I mean, but Nate would be there.”
“Oh, in that case.” Jack got out of the car. He tucked Channon (already bundled in Jack’s coat to hide the rope crisscrossing his torso) under his arm and walked him into the elevator. “I like that you’re thinking about this. How does it go? Nate and I tie you and Ewan together and torture you both? I could get behind that.”
This was apparently too direct; Channon hid his face in Jack’s shoulder. “I don’t even know if Ewan would be into this.”
“We’re fantasizing, sweetheart, just let your imagination take over.”
It was wonderful, watching Channon overcome his natural reticence to think and say very filthy things. Jack loved it, and now he got to watch Channon squirming over what he actually wanted. The elevator had almost reached the top floor before Channon came up with a response.
“I don’t think Ewan can do it,” he said slowly. “He can’t be the one trying to keep me from being hurt. He just…I don’t think he has the stamina.”
Oh, that was almost boasting. Jack took Channon by the shoulders and turned him around, gleeful.
“Sweetheart. Are you claiming you do have the stamina?”
Channon flushed, digging his teeth into his lip. “I’m stronger than he is,” he said with quiet embarrassment. “And, like, I do resistance training. So I have a better chance than he does,” Channon went on, looking Jack in the eye. “That doesn’t mean I have enough stamina not to mess up, Sir, but I think you want me to. I think that’s the whole point of this.”
Oh, how Jack loved him. “That’s right,” he said, wrapping Channon’s leash around his hand and walking Channon out of the elevator. Once they were safely inside the condo, Jack pushed Channon back against the wall and held him there, taking a moment to admire his boy. “So. You don’t want Ewan to be hurt in this scenario.”
Channon shook his head. “No, Sir.”
Jack smiled, pressing his knee between Channon’s thighs to pin him in place. “You know, you’d be the only one in that room who didn’t want Ewan hurt.”
