Page 25 of All Tied Up

Beyond the pulse of lust, Sebastian felt his heart swell with love and pride. The kink world was the first place that Jamie had experimented with the more feminine look that he adored, and he’d spent years worried about his preference for lace and the way people might perceive his disability. He shone with confidence tonight.

“Need any help?” Sebastian asked.

Jamie shook his head. “Nope. Just a shy boy who needs looking after.” He tilted his head toward the back of the room.

The small room was fairly crowded with just over twenty people milling around, so it took Sebastian a moment to find him tucked in the corner, almost invisible behind a large wardrobe. He was wearing that straight-backed mask of disinterest again, but Sebastian saw it differently now.

Maybe he would have even from the beginning if he’d seen Neil get rejected in the parking lot like Jamie had.

“He looks overwhelmed,” Sebastian commented, breath brushing Jamie’s ear.

“He is. He doesn’t think the Daddies will want him.” Jamie leaned in to whisper.

“Good,” Sebastian found himself saying. “That means he’s all ours.”

Jamie sighed and rested his head on Sebastian’s shoulder. Sebastian wrapped his arms around him automatically, holding him close. And maybe teasing at the waistband of his skirt because he couldn’t get enough of Jamie’s skin.

“He’s looking for something long-term,” Jamie reminded him.

Sebastian chuckled. “I take it that means you kept your flirting—and your hands—to yourself upstairs?”

Jamie feigned shock. “Whatever do you mean? I helped him get dressed.” Sure he did. “I’m just making the point that we shouldn’t get in the way of him finding a real relationship.”

Sebastian sighed. It wasn’t often that Jamie was the voice of reason, but he was right.

Sebastian wondered if he should mention Tattoo Boy to Jamie too, just as someone to keep an eye out for but… Honestly, he was still thinking about Neil.

He wasn’t sure that he’d even be able to think about anyone else with Neil on his mind. Was it weird that his Daddy side wanted to make sure that the older boy went home with someone who would be good to him, even if it couldn’t be Sebastian?

“I love you, Daddy,” Jamie murmured against him.

“Love you too, Dragonfly.” Sebastian gave in to temptation and filled his palm with the juicy curves of Jamie’s ass.

He glanced up to find Neil’s eyes right on the two of them.

“He’s watching us,” Sebastian whispered, keeping his head down.

“Yeah?” Jamie squirmed against him.

Sebastian ran his hands upward, lifting Jamie’s skirt and offering Neil a generous peek. Jamie moaned and Sebastian gave those bouncy cheeks a sharp smack.

Dialogue paused around the room and pairs of eyes darted over to them, followed by knowing or envious smiles.

Conversations resumed, but Neil was still watching them, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

“You do your thing, baby,” Sebastian released Jamie except for the curve of his arm in case he needed it for a moment of balance. “I’ll go take care of our boy.”

Jamie kissed his cheek. “Have fun!”

Sebastian picked up a glass of sparkling cider—the lodge didn’t have a liquor license, plus it wasn’t wise to mix alcohol and kink—and made his way over to the boy.

Neil was pointedly not watching him as he drew closer, spine stiff and gaze fixed on some point on the wall. But the gentle blush spreading over his cheeks told a different story. When Sebastian was so close that Neil couldn’t avoid it, he finally looked up.

“Hi, Sir.” His voice was barely audible over the din.

“Good evening, boy. You look stunning.” Sebastian said it because Neil needed to hear it, but also because it was absolutely true. And maybe because he wanted to see that blush grow.

Sebastian wondered how much of Neil’s outfit was Jamie’s idea and how much Neil had planned on his own. If Jamie had pushed a little bit to get him into this, he’d done a damn good job. It wasn’t as flashy as many of the outfits here, but it was still just right.