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“We should talk about tonight.” Nathan fidgets with his shirt before stuffing his hands into his pockets. “We should talk about the kind of show we’ll need to put on.”
“Right.” Carter’s stomach gets worse. He sits on the edge of the bed and hangs his head. “One last performance.”
“It shouldn’t need to be anything crazy. The plan is for us to only be at the party for about 20 minutes before I make the champagne toast. Most of that time will be taunting Maison with you. Honestly, making you give me a blow job will probably be enough.”
Carter lifts his head, knowing Nathan well enough to know what he’s not saying. “But in case it’s not… we need to figure out what we’ll do.”
“Yes.”
“And you want me to choose.”
“I mean, that’d be nice, but no. I’d never ask that. I’d like you to help me choose though.”
Carter draws his knees up, resting his chin on them. He’s really wishing he hadn’t finished off that tequila souvenir. “What are the options?”
“It’s all about buying time. I could hurt you. Flogging would be the easiest. Or just using my belt. Make Maison watch.” He slowly sinks back onto the chair and leans forward with his elbows on his knees. His eyes meet Carter’s. “I could hurt Maison. The crowd would love it.” His eyes drop to the floor. “I could allow guests to… use Maison. Just his mouth, since he’ll be bound to a chair.”
“Okay, well… I’m still healing from your party and would really prefer not to get beat again. I mean, I need to walk or run, don’t I? In case things go wrong?”
Nathan nods. “Right.”
“But… hurting Maison or letting him get raped after everything he’s been through… can he even handle that?”
“He’s tougher than you think.”
“There aren’t any other options?” Carter asks.
Nathan rubs a hand over his jaw and closes his eyes. “I could allow the guests to use you. Just your mouth, since it’s common knowledge now that I won’t share the rest.”
“That-”sounds fucking awful, is the last thing Carter wants to do, and…“-is probably the best plan.”
Nathan sits up straight, eyes wide. “What?”
“It’s just a few blow jobs, right?” Carter shrugs like this is no big deal. “Let’s be honest, I’ve gotten off easy in this role. It wouldn’t kill me to take a few random dicks to the face. You know, for the cause or whatever.”
“Carter, this isn’t a joking matter.”
Carter forces a laugh. “I’m aware. I’m just trying not to freak the fuck out, Nathan.”
“You don’t have to freak the fuck out because you don’t have to fucking do it.”
“It’s a backup plan. We probably won’t even need it.”
Nathan scrubs his hands over his face, one leg bouncing. It’s almost bizarre to see him like that. He’s usually so calm and collected. This version of him is so…human.
“You know how I feel about sharing you,” he says into his hands. His leg keeps bouncing. “You fucking know. It’s the equivalent to a blindfold.”
Carter pushes off the bed and goes to his knees in front of Nathan. He places a hand on Nathan’s bouncing knee, causing it to go still. It takes the man a few seconds but he eventually drops his hands and looks at Carter. Carter offers him a smile. “Hey.”
Nathan laughs breathlessly. “Hey.”
“They won’t hurt me. It won’t be like Henley. I’ll kneel in front of Maison so it’s like a taunt, and they can come up and use my mouth. Easy. And it won’t be more than a few minutes.”
“Carter,” Nathan whispers, raising his hand and cupping Carter’s cheek. “They’ll be rough. And they’ll expect you to swallow.”
“Then they’re rough.” Carter shrugs. “And I swallow.”
“I hate it.”
