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Daddy addressed Neil squarely. “We usually have two rules: We only play together, and we keep relationships with other people contained within clear scenes.”

Neil nodded his agreement.

“But we’d like to try something else with you. We’d like to think of this whole weekend as an extended scene, starting now and ending when you leave. That means the edges might blur more between kink and regular conversations. We also might each have our own experiences with you individually.” Daddy looked again to Jamie for confirmation and Jamie gave it more emphatically this time. Daddy turned to Neil. “But that’s only if you want it too.”

“Why are you changing the rules for me?”

“A few reasons,” Daddy answered. “First, that you want a 24/7 Daddy, and I’d enjoy doing that with you. It doesn’t make sense to call a scene to bring you breakfast.”

Neil looked at his plate, blushing again. “Thank you, Sir.” Then he turned to Jamie, squeezing his hand under the table. “And thank you.” Jamie felt a rush of pleasure run through him.

“The second is what you did just now. I think you like the idea of playing with Jamie…” he paused until Neil nodded, giving Jamie a shy look, “...and I like the idea of my two boys playing together.”

Jamie leaned in to whisper in Neil’s ear. “And then we tell Daddy all about it.”

Neil’s lips made a silent O. Jamie could almost see the dirty thoughts whirring through his mind.

“I would like that, Sir,” Neil finally answered. “Does that mean I can spend time with you without Jamie around?”

Jamie snorted at the euphemism. “By ‘spend time,’ do you mean sucking Daddy’s fat, sexy dick? Maybe bending over the table in his office?”

Neil was absolutely crimson. And aroused, his breath coming in shallow gasps though it looked like he was trying to control it. “Er… yes?” God he was gorgeous like that, fighting his desire because they were, after all, sitting around a breakfast table with almost a dozen other people.

Jamie knew the other kinksters didn’t care, but it was fun winding Neil up.

“Jamie?” Daddy asked. “What do you think? You’re in charge here.”

Right. Jamie actually had to decide. He felt a glimmer of worry, not about feeling jealous now but at the possibility of feeling jealous later. Jealousy was such a wretched emotion from the brief time he’d experienced it, a gut-wrenching, lost feeling of being excluded and insufficient. He didn’t want it to ruin their weekend, or really to risk ever feeling it again. So it was tempting to stick by their old rules, just because they were worn and comfortable. They’d kept his relationship safe.

But the thing was… he couldn’t imagine himself actually feeling jealous of Neil, not when he knew how much Daddy cared about him. He loved the idea of Daddy taking care of Neil. The thought of wandering into the office or bedroom and finding the two of them going at it, or maybe hearing about it later, sounded sexy and perfect.

“You have my blessing,” he announced magnanimously. “Have lots of dirty sex for me, and then tell me all about it.”

“Love you, Dragonfly,” Daddy told him. “And on that note, I have to get back to the kitchen. You boys will be good for me?”

“Yes, Sir,” Neil answered eagerly, clearly thrilled to his toes.

“Of course, Daddy.”

Daddy rolled his eyes.

“I was just going to tell Neil about what we have planned for tonight,” Jamie added.

Daddy gave each of them a kiss on the forehead and then left the table.

This was going to be fun.

7

Sebastian

Sebastian hadn’t been sure what to expect from Neil today. He’d seen him dressed for his high-powered job yesterday, and then wearing that soft pink t-shirt that made such a compelling contrast to the tight leather shorts Jamie had talked him into. Both times, he’d been blushing.

Sebastian was rather charmed to find him now, in khakis and a baby blue shirt, bending over one of the azalea bushes along the front walk and framing a picture with his phone. He stood to take in the craggy pines and bursting blooms of wildflowers leading down the steep cliff to the river, then snapped another picture. Neil drew in a deep breath, face tipped to the sky, as if savoring the air and sunshine together.

“Neil?” Sebastian called quietly.

He startled, then turned. It was fascinating watching his body language. After that first surprised jerk, his back went solid and erect, feet placed broadly and hands loose at his sides. The very picture of a strong man in control of his body.