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Then Xen pointed to himself then made both his hands into fists, miming a fight.
“You’d beat ‘em good if they did huh? You’re no bigger ‘an a tick, but I’m guessin’ you could put a hurt on ‘em.”
I left quietly, unwilling to disturb them, and went back to tell the others what I’d seen. They were at our table, drinking coffee while Memphis nibbled at his toast. “Yeah, Xen, he’s fierce when it comes to his friends. Make no bones ‘bout it, he’d do whatever it took to put you two in yer place if ya hurt yer boy.”
“I don’t doubt it,” I said, and Damon agreed.
“I’d want him to. Shit, we can get rough as anyone, but with Joel…it…”
“I know how ya feel. Xen there, he got into my heart. Then, it was kinda weird, hurtin’ him, but he loves it, the kinky little fucker. I’m big on makin’ him mad, doin’ things he pretends not to like. Make him wear those fancy pants that Ferris and Isaac make, down to the club.”
“The Pretty in Pink line?” Damon asked. I’d forgotten the name of the silky, rather feminine underwear they sold. Lace, ruffles, all in beautiful tones of lavender, green, yellow and the signature pink. “He’d look…great in those. Joel, I don’t know.”
I thought it would be a great idea. “He’d look hot too, and he’d hate it. He tries to act like some poster boy for masculinity.”
Memphis chuckled while he finished his toast, but Damon rubbed his hands together. “There’s so much I want to do to him. I had thoughts, you know, before we had any idea of what boy we’d have, but they’ve mostly changed since we met Joel. I think panties and even a pink chastity belt would be very nice on him.”
“God, he’d hate that. The color and the chastity. He’s so fucking horny all the time.”
“He’s, what? Twenty-two, twenty-three?”
“Twenty-four,” I corrected, but added, “And he acts like he’s just gone through puberty. His hormones are off the charts.”
“Good thing he has the two of ya, huh?”
We agreed with that with a laugh. I nodded as I said, “Sure is good. If it was one, we’d never keep up with him.”
“Speak for yourself,” Damon scoffed. “I can keep up with the best of ‘em!”
I glared at him, then ratted on him to Memphis. “Joel rode him last night with those bull riding thighs and ass he has, and Damon here was mush!”
“Snitch,” he yelled, his eyes wide.
Memphis cracked up and pointed at Damon. “I know cowboys like that. Make a man beg for mercy.”
“Yeah, yeah, and it’s me supposed to make them do the begging.”
We bid a fond farewell to the two of them, Joel waving at Xen, and Xen blowing him kisses. Joel was down after his friend left, but we cheered him some. “Joel, babe, let’s have something to eat and you can head with us to Eli’s and Noah’s.”
“That guy, Xen? He’s a strange one, surely, but nice as all hell.”
Damon wrapped him up in an arm as they walked into the house. “Well, guess what? When we were talking to Memphis, he said they’d be back as soon as the club is up and running. He said he’d bring Xen and help christen it.”
“Really? They’re comin’ back? Well, damn!”
“Yeah, so we’d better make sure we’re ready.”
“I’m ready! What I gotta do?”
I loved that Joel had made a friend, someone he seemed to connect with. “First, we head to see our other friends. Then, we’ll come home and welcome Roland. He wanted to check on the construction, so he’ll be here around three. Then, we’ll spend some time talking about roles, and limits and things we need to discuss.”
“All that talkin’. Well, Xen told me some stuff, and I get it now.”
We stopped before we made it to the kitchen, both of us moving in front of Joel. “Oh?” Damon asked. “What did he say?”
“Well, you know him, he don’t say much, but he made sure I knew to keep you two in line, not let ya hurt me bad, but told me…that it’s all a mind fuck.”
“A mind fuck?” I asked.
