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“I’m nineteen, man.” The teenager seemed to puff out his chest a bit as he glanced at his friends.
He’s just a kid. Take it easy on him. “Then you should know to have some respect, especially if you know we’re Derreck’s friends. We don’t use words lightly in kink…or titles. I call my Dom ‘Sir’ because he deserves it, and I trust him completely.”
The teenager flickered his gaze to the door, his eyes going a bit wider. “Sorry, man. I really meant no offense. I was just talking shit.”
“Oh.” Clint grinned, advancing a step. “Perfect then. I was all prepped for a little knife play there, but I guess I’ll keep it in my pocket for now.” He winked, grinning when the teenager took a sudden step back.
Scotland looped his arm through Clint’s, pulling him off balance before leaning over to whisper into his ear. “Give the kid a break. He looks like he’s gonna piss himself.”
Without looking back, Scotland led them to the door and pulled it wide. As soon as they let the door close behind him, Clint let out a laugh. “When I worked as a nurse, I got to understand punks pretty well. They were just testing us—probably making sure we’re worthy of being Derreck’s friends or something.”
He bounced up on his toes, landing a kiss on Scotland’s cheek. He couldn’t explain it, but he was more excited than he’d been in a long time, bubbly energy rushing through his limbs. “Why are we visiting Derreck and Maddy, Sir? It’s not that I don’t want to see them, but we weren’t exactly on the best of terms before my vacation.”
“No questions,” said Scotland, putting his hand on Clint’s lower back and propelling him toward the door. “I have a surprise for you.”
Anything that Clint could have said was cut off as Scotland knocked and the inside door swung open a moment later. He blinked, his breath catching in his throat and his cheeks burning as he caught sight of who was standing there.
“Hey, I’m Scotland. Nice to meet you.”
“Rowes.” Rowes took Scotland’s hand, shaking once before he turned his gaze on Clint. Clint gaped his mouth like a fish, his brain stuttering to a complete halt. The Rowes Keppel—the star of his favorite show on earth and the only show he watched religiously. Lately, he’d even downloaded it onto Maddy’s phone so he could watch it while chilling in a chair at the club.
Over his shoulder was Isthmus Linton, the supposed star of the show and Rowes’ partner. Clint had always assumed something was going on between them, but he hadn’t known for sure until they’d show up at Unkinked one day.
“Nice to see you again, Clint.” Rowes dropped his hand as Clint continued to gape, a smile on his lips. “Derreck asked me to grab the door while he pulled dinner out of the oven. Come on in.”
Rowes turned away from the door, his presence still looming, along with the smell of expensive cologne.
He didn’t belong in a run-down apartment building, even if Clint loved the place already. He probably had four penthouses and a summer home somewhere exotic with palm trees and freaking coconuts growing in the yard.
What the hell? How? He lifted his hand, staring at it. Rowes Keppel and Isthmus Linton were two of the hottest actors on television, their show gaining even more popularity after a recent stir in the media. They’d been to the club a few times, but they lived out of town. Clint had never expected to see them again.
“You are such a fanboy,” said Scotland, kissing Clint’s neck as his brain blipped. “The last time I saw you this awestruck was when you saw my cock.”
“Yes, Sir.” Because wasn’t that the fucking truth. The two actors looked even better off-screen than they did on, and Scotland’s cock had been a sight to behold.
“Take a seat next to Rowes, and I’ll grab us some food.” Scotland grabbed the door as it started to ease shut in Clint’s face, holding it open and letting Clint through.
Sit…next to Rowes? Clint toed his shoes off without looking down, flinching as Maddy and Derreck’s cat started howling at him for pets. Maddy told him all the time how much he loved the little furball, but also how terrible its yowl was. It suited its name, which was Demon.
Rowes was seated in front of the couch, his head leaned back against Izzy’s knee. There was a collar around Rowes’ throat, matching the one on his wrist that Clint had heard so much about on celebrity news. He’d known exactly what it was as soon as he’d seen it.
He took a deep breath before he crossed the small space between the door and the couch. Rowes gave him a small smile and a wave before he trailed his gaze back to the television.
It’s okay. It’s okay. They’re only superstars—ones you’ve been crushing on since season one.
“You guys get your stuff sorted okay?” asked Clint, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth and letting out a small groan. “Sorry. Not my business. You are just both so beautiful. Beautiful and kinky…like heaven.”
“I’m beautiful and kinky,” said Scotland, saving Clint from digging himself any deeper as Izzy started to chuckle. Rowes was covering his mouth, his eyes sparkling. “Sit down, love.”
“Yes, Sir.” He dropped to the ground, shuffling until his back was against the couch. Instead of ending up to one side of Scotland’s legs, he landed between them. He grabbed each ankle, shuffling them closer until he was effectively caged. He let out a soft sigh. So much better.
Izzy and Rowes seemed much calmer than the time he’d last seen them when they’d been close to their breaking point. With the stress from the show and exploring their kinky side, they’d looked ready to snap.
“Truth be told, I thought you were a Dom, Clint. My apologies,” said Izzy, letting out a sigh as he weaved his fingers into Rowes’ hair.
“Everybody does.”
Clint looked up at Maddy’s voice. Hell, he was a sight for sore eyes. He’d spent more time with Maddy than anyone else, and he’d never admit how much he missed him while he’d been away.
