Page 18 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Weston

What had I been thinking?

Nothing.

I’d been stupidly turned on, so I hadn’t been thinking at all.

I was really going to figure out a way to make both heads work at the same time, but until I did I was just going to have to figure out how to deal with the fucking bear.

Mr. Bear…because I wasn’t creative when I was turned on.

Sitting at the head of my bed with my legs curled up under me, I was pretty sure I was out of his visual range, but that didn’t help me make any decisions or stop wiggling like a kid who needed to pee.

Because I needed to pee…and to start getting ready for work.

“Shit!”

My fucking phone was going to give me a goddamned heart attack.

Picking it up, I hoped I hadn’t triggered the motion-activated camera in the bear as I opened the text message.

Fucking hell.

Get out of bed, slut.

How did he know I was awake?

“What the fuck?” I’d paid really good attention when he’d been setting it up on Tuesday night. I knew I wasn’t in range. Right? “How did he do that?”

Fuck.

Did you think I put just one in your place, slut?

Oh wow.

Wait.

There was more than one?

How long had I been in the bathroom the other night?

He could hear me?

Stop gaping like a slut looking around for a cock to suck.

Yeah, he could see me.

Closing my mouth, I couldn’t decide if I should look at the phone, the bear, or around the room like a nutcase. “Um, I just got up?”

Shoot.

That’d come out like a question.

“I just got up.” Trying to project confidence at the very least, I straightened my legs so I looked like I was relaxing and not like I was hiding. “Good morning?”

There was no reason to type if he could hear me, so I didn’t bother as I stared at my screen.

It would be a better morning if you’d started off like a good boy.

Well, at least I didn’t have to worry about getting punished for being soft any longer.

“I was…I was going to be good when my alarm went off.” I’d have had five more minutes of panicking before that happened but he’d screwed up my schedule. Of course, panicking and overthinking had killed the erection I’d woken up with and that had given me more to worry about.

That wasn’t a problem at the moment, though.

He could see me.

“I was good and slept naked.” Oh. “And I remembered to lay out pajamas at the end of my bed just in case. See?”

His first apartment building had gotten damaged in a fire. Everyone had been physically okay, but way too many of his neighbors had slept naked for everyone else’s peace of mind, so he’d been stern about me having clothes in easy reach.

That’s a start, slut.

So was I considered good again?

Yes, I saw last night.

Wow.

No, I had to figure out how to be a good boy again.

“And I didn’t touch the…the toys that belong to you.” Spreading my legs wider hopefully let him see I’d been good, but it also had the side effect of making me harder…and slightly embarrassed, which also made me harder. “I wasn’t going to play with them.”

They were Master’s toys and he got to decide when they got attention.

Man, that really made them want attention.

That’s right but if you can’t make better decisions you won’t get to come later.

I was going to get to come later?

Wait.

Fuck.

“I can make good decisions.” He’d kind of talked around when I’d get to come next, but I didn’t think it was the moment to ask clarifying questions. “See?”

Scrambling off the bed, I stood by the dresser that doubled as a nightstand and faced the bear without thinking about it. “Good morning, Mr. Bear.”

God, how did I keep getting more turned on?

“Please…” Fuck. I could do it. I wanted to come later and Master was watching. Somehow. “Please tell my Master that I was a good slut last night. See?”

Aiming my dick toward the camera, I quickly moved my hands away so it didn’t look like I was playing with it. “Thank you for your help, Mr. Bear.”

My Master was clearly trying to give me a heart attack so he didn’t have to let me come later.

“I did it.” Fuck. I’d done it. “I was very good.”

I was also very lightheaded but I wasn’t sure if that was shock or not enough blood in my brain. There was enough to remember to give Mr. Bear his cheek kiss and focus back on my phone, though.

Thank God.

Good job, slut. But push out your ass. I need a better view.

From where?

Where was his view?

Obeying, I was vibrating with crazy energy as I waited for his next message to come in and unfortunately nearly screamed when his text and my alarm started going off at the same time.

Very nice.

And very jumpy.

He texted too fast.

“I wasn’t expecting the alarm. I’d been thinking about you, Master.” True and it sounded good, so I wasn’t surprised when a laughing emoji popped up next. “When…when can I ask about my orgasm later? If I’m good.”

I was going to have to drink less water before bed if we were going to do this every morning.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Shit.

He was fucking with me.

“I have to pee, Master. I’m sorry. Please?” I gave up trying to look like a real adult and wiggled, managing not to grab my dick but dancing around for him anyway since I had a feeling that was what he’d been looking for.

Fuck.

He’d made me even harder again.

I was never going to get to pee at the rate we were going.

“I’ll remember to be good tomorrow.” What else would make him happy? “I’m sorry I dawdled. I was nervous. Thank you…thank you for helping me be good.”

That’s much better, slut.

Oh, thank God.

Still wiggling side to side, I glanced around the room. “Are…are you going to be watching me for long?”

No. That wasn’t how I should’ve said it.

“I don’t want you to be late for work, Master.” Yes, better. “I’m sorry if I made you late.”

He got to the gym insanely early sometimes, so I honestly wasn’t sure if keeping track of me being a nutcase had put him behind.

Don’t worry, slut. I can watch you through my phone, so I can be anywhere.

Wow.

Trying to catch dicks again?

Shoot.

Closing my mouth, I swallowed hard and licked my lips. “Just yours, Master.”

Maybe later?

We’d said we were going to play the evening by ear, but I was starting to wonder how to get a more concrete plan from my busy Master.

“Can…” Could I ask that? “Um, can I come by later to work out? I know…I know you’re busy and…”

And something.

I was supposed to be worried about something.

Thankfully, he took pity on my un-caffeinated brain.

Yes, slut. Grab your gear when you leave for today and come by after work.

And?

Nope.

I hadn’t been nearly good enough to ask about specifics and we both knew it.

Leave the bathroom door open and I might call you a good boy again, slut.

He was trying to kill me.

“Can…can you see all the way in the bathroom?”

A laughing emoji and a devil were not nearly enough of a response.

Does it matter?

That didn’t help either.

Fuck it all.

“Good morning, Master.”

Nope, it didn’t matter and he knew that too.

****

“Just look like a functional human. Cyrus’s friend. I’ve been coming here for years. I’m his buddy. Everyone knows that.” My first step in looking functional was to stop talking to myself, but it was harder than it should’ve been as I walked up to Cyrus’s gym.

He’d built it from scratch and it was amazing, but most of his clients were bodybuilders or those types, along with a few fitness models that lived in the area.

I was the shortest and skinniest guy there by a long shot, but I had to remind myself that he’d helped me get a pretty good body over the past few years.

I was more muscular dork than bodybuilder, though, but based on how the last week had gone, he didn’t seem to mind that. I couldn’t decide if I should have asked him more questions or made less assumptions in general, but it probably didn’t matter anymore.

What mattered was that I should’ve asked who was showing up at the gym.

Boyfriend?

Friend?

Sub?

Slut who fantasized about how wonderfully dirty the place made me feel?

“Hey, Weston.” The evening front desk guy was one of the bodybuilder types who traded work hours for free gym usage and was actually a nice guy. “Boss man is in the back and said to send you there when you came in.”

“Thanks.” Mick? Nick? It was something that ended in ick, but I couldn’t remember and he never remembered to wear his name tag. “Not too busy today?”

“Nah.” He flashed me a grin as he wiggled like an excited kid. “And I’m almost done, so I’m going to take advantage of it. Pec day is the best day.”

Was I allowed to laugh at that or not?

I could never tell because he had this bouncy puppy energy that was kind of confusing.

“Have fun, man.” Yep, I was there to see my friend and hang out. Casual language. No worries. Just working out with a buddy. I wasn’t awkward. I fit in. They liked me.

Working on my headspace made everything easier, and by the time I’d changed clothes and was actually heading back to the small area where Cyrus did private sessions, I wasn’t as jumpy and I’d made casual conversation with a few regulars.

No frustrating erection.

No thinking about how my day had started.

No…I didn’t know why Cyrus was in such a good mood.

No…I didn’t know why all the supplements had suddenly gone up in price.

Nothing inappropriate at all…I was simply hanging out with the guys.

It was working great right up until I walked in the smaller room at the back of the gym and saw Cyrus.

My Cyrus.

Wow.

Setting down the weights he’d been straightening…no racking…he looked up at the wall of mirrors in front of them and shook his head as he focused on me. “Overthinking already?”

Fucker.

“No.” Grumbling, I headed in and set my water down on the small table by the door as he turned around. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie since I’d been focusing on one piece of information at a time. “Do you have a client coming in after me?”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes as he stepped away from the free weights. “Lying isn’t a good decision and neither is changing the subject.”

Was he actually going to talk about weekend kind of stuff at the gym?

“I.” My brain stopped even though my feet kept walking toward him because that was what I always did. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Okay, not what I thought I’d been going to say but it wasn’t a lie either.

“You’re doing pretty good, actually.” Cyrus shook his head but gave me a soft smile. “I thought you’d make me wait to drag that confession out of you for at least another half an hour.”

“My goal had been the whole workout, so we were both wrong.” Me more so. “I’m not overthinking this.”

I wasn’t going to admit to that since it wasn’t true.

Overthinking required more than one thought at a time and everyone knew that.

“It’s just…different.” New and weird. “I need to get used to it.”

Whatever it was.

“I never realized how much you hate change and I think that’s a big part of this.” Leaning against the big all-in-one setup that I could never remember the name of, he studied me like he was trying to see inside my head.

I really hoped it wouldn’t actually work but he seemed to surprise me on just about everything lately. He didn’t need to know how hot I found his shorts or that I really had to work at not fantasizing about him when he was all pumped and sweaty.

Wait.

Was I supposed to tell him about that kind of stuff now?

No.

I was going to stay on track because this was his work and I was professional in his space.

“I’m kind of bad with change.” That was easier to talk about, and it was why I’d been in my apartment for years even though I wanted one with a patio at the very least and why I really liked my boring paperwork job and why I ordered from the same two restaurants whenever I didn’t feel like cooking.

“You’re not change, though. You’re Cyrus. ”

Just because his title had shifted around a bit didn’t mean it was change.

“That’s right.” Nodding, Cyrus surprised me and didn’t push back against my possibly questionable logic. “I’m Cyrus. I’m your friend. I’m just in charge now.”

Letting out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, I straightened as everything in me felt a bit lighter. “I’m going to remember how much I like that last part…it’s just hard.”

A smirk peeked out of the asshole.

“Not that kind of hard.” I could behave. Sometimes. “This is your job.”

Duh.

“So you’re saying you’ve never had inappropriate thoughts about what could happen in the locker rooms?” He looked positively wicked as he raised one eyebrow. “As you bent over the weight rack? Never?”

Fuck.

“This…” I could respond. I could sound reasonable. “This is your gym and you’ve worked very hard to be professional.”

I respected that.

I remembered that.

“It’s not…it’s not a porn set.” Even though it could’ve been, minus the lights and camera that were missing. Everything was so stereotypical dude that it looked like what those kinds of sets were based on. “You’ve done a great job here.”

That time his smile was ear to ear and adorable…but it was gone in a flash and the mischievous Dom gleam in his eyes sent a shiver through me.

Fucker.

“Thank you.” Moving closer, he stopped right as he crowded against me without actually touching me. “But I think you’re forgetting something important.”

Probably.

He was distracting as hell.

“Um, what?” Yes, I was supposed to respond to him.

“That I’m in charge and I don’t have to be logical or appropriate or remember that it’s not a porn set.”

Him being in charge was going to be dangerous.