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And then he realizes… he has no fucking idea. Which does Carter like more?
He’ll ask.
He’ll fix things, and then he’ll be able to ask.
In the meantime, he’ll eat whichever one Carter doesn’t want. “One of each.”
“What do you think they’re all doing in there?” Carter asks, eyeing the sliding glass door and hating that the sun is glinting off of it to keep him from being able to see inside. He likes the subs he’s met so far.
He likes the subs he’s met so far. He met Jax before but has gotten to know him a lot better now. Jax has been with Wells for almost a year. He’s Wells’s pet, but they’ve never done actual pet play. He’s almost done with school, an art major, and he almost went away to art school in Chicago instead, but he stayed because of family reasons. He got sad after that, so Judd’s sub, Ethan, took over.
They also explained Carlos - a sub that also identifies as a little, who wants a daddy dom really bad but has been relying on the guys around here to help him temporarily when he needs a firm hand. Ethan had rolled his eyes at that, but Carter thinks he’s the only one who saw it.
Then they asked Carter all about him - which got awkward fast when Carter realized he couldn’t exactly tell them much. He was glad when their conversation was interrupted by Jax going to the cooler to get everyone another drink, and when he returned Ethan had said something that led to something else and the conversation was thankfully elsewhere for the rest of the time.
But now Carter is feeling really fucking antsy because Travis has been gone a long time, and it certainly doesn’t help that he just fucking went inside without even saying anything to Carter first.
“They’re probably coming up with evil, sadistic plans for us later,” Ethan grumbles. “Judd has been in a real mood lately.”
The sliding door opens and Carter’s heart does something complicated. Excited to see Travis because he loves that ridiculously handsome man, but also sad and frustrated because Travis treated their dom and sub relationship like it doesn’t even matter and he’s either not even mad about it or he’s mad about Carter breaking a rule or he’s mad at Carter but won’t let Carter fucking fix it.
“Carter,” Travis says, not moving away from the door. He’s so fucking tall and broad, he takes up almost the entire space. God, he’s sexy. It’s unfair. Especially when Carter is so torn up emotionally over the stupid man. “Can I speak with you inside?”
“I’m talking to my friends.”
His so-called friends make soft oooh sounds like Carter is going to be in trouble or something. It sparks anger in his chest. He won’t be in trouble because Travis doesn’t fucking care enough.
“Carter,” Travis says again, his tone harder now. He’s giving Carter a look that used to terrify Carter. Now, it just… makes him want to scream and cry and hit him. “Come here. Now.”
“Fine.” Carter shoves off his chair, making sure to be extra huffy about the whole ordeal. He even crosses his arms over his chest when he stops in front of Travis and asks, “What?”
The corner of Travis’s jaw twitches. Then, in a voice that’s very close to a man Travis used to be, he says, “You’re going to follow me inside, into a room, and we are going to talk.”
Carter almost asks, “Or what?” but something stops him. Maybe that voice. Or how fucking badly he wants to be good. Or maybe just his fucking curiosity. He doesn’t trust himself not to say it though, so he keeps his mouth shut and nods instead.
He feels eyes on him as Travis leads him past a full kitchen and down a hall. He cracks open a door, peers inside, then opens it wider and steps aside, nodding his head for Carter to go in. It’s a bedroom. Carter walks in and takes a seat on the end of the bed, watching as Travis closes and locks the door.
“What are your safe words?”
Uh oh…
“Um. Red. And yellow.”
“Good. Now get off the fucking bed and on your knees.”
Carter’s stomach flips.
There’s half a second where he thinks he should argue, but then he slides off the bed and onto his knees. Travis walks around him and takes his place. Carter turns his body, facing the man to find him angrily frowning at him. “You just hesitated. Again.”
That pisses Carter off. “Why shouldn’t I? It didn’t bother you the first time.”
“It bothered me, but I decided as your dom that I would let it slide because we weren’t in the right place and we wanted to make a good impression on our new friends and being late because of a punishment wouldn’t have done that.”
“But-”
“I’m not finished,” Travis says, his eyes narrowing further. “Don’t speak until I say so.”
Carter bites down on his bottom lip and nods slowly.
