Page 28 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Cyrus

Drama queen.

His version was worse because he was the overthinking caretaker worrier drama queen…and they meddled a lot more than average ones.

“What will have you fulfilling your end of the bargain?” Ignoring Weston’s curious wiggles as his head swung back and forth between us was harder than either of them seemed to realize.

I wasn’t used to having to ignore the urge to fuck with him.

“I have all the plans laid out for that and I think it’s a good point to do it. ”

Weston must’ve been trying to behave because he pinched his lips together even though he was vibrating with curiosity.

There was a flash of something teasing and wicked in Conner’s eyes, but he pushed it away as fast as it came. “Information.”

Brat.

“Where would you like to start?” I wasn’t going to randomly start listing off facts no matter what he seemed to think.

Yes, I was going to give him the minimum of what he needed to make him happy because I liked him and I wanted to keep going to the club, but oversharing was not the goal.

“What has been the hardest part of transitioning your relationship?” Conner must’ve realized my patience had a limit because he went right for the hard stuff.

Weston’s head spun back in my direction but he didn’t volunteer anything. He was more worried about orgasms and being good at this point, which actually would make shifting to the scene easier, so I wasn’t going to push him out of that headspace.

“I think I can speak for both of us when I say the romantic day-to-day stuff. We’re good in the bedroom and in scenes.

We’re working on clear communication and spelling out what we need, but I think we fall back on the friends dynamic too often.

” I was hoping that was enough of a start to make him back down a bit, but his quiet stare didn’t give me much to go on.

When he finally looked around like he was searching for someone, it just left me wondering what the fuck he was doing. “I’m going to ask someone what might seem like a random question, but I promise I’m not going to share anything.”

Nodding, I gestured for him to keep going as I watched Weston’s head ping-pong back and forth. Since he didn’t have any hesitation, I wasn’t worried. Even if Conner had started to overshare, it wouldn’t be anything I was ashamed about.

“Anders.” Conner grabbed the attention of a guy dressed in business casual clothes who I’d seen around the club. I was pretty sure he was a switch of some variety, but we hadn’t interacted too often because we seemed to be interested in very different things. “I have a random question for you.”

He knew that was dangerous and smiled as he shook his head but still came over anyway, which said how curious he was. “You always start conversations like I need to be worried.”

Yep, smart man.

Conner played dumb and frowned. “Me? Never. This is going to be easy.”

That was doubtful.

“How long have these two been a couple and what do you know about their relationship?” While Anders thought, Conner pointed to both of us. “Weston. Cyrus. They’re fine with this and won’t get offended.”

Hopefully.

As we nodded, Anders frowned but answered without overthinking it. “About a year? I remember hearing that the open relationship thing wasn’t making them happy but that seems to have resolved itself.”

Before I could take in the answer, he frowned in my direction. “There’s nothing wrong with hanging out separately and doing your own thing here at the club. We all need space and downtime with buddies. No one thinks that’s odd.”

Great.

They thought we were odd.

He shifted back to Conner before I had to do more than nod. “I think most people at the club are closed poly types rather than traditionally open, so that probably has something to do with everyone noticing it.”

“I think it’s in the water. I can’t decide if we need a filter or not.” Conner answered that so seriously it was hard to tell if he was nuts or joking. “Thanks. That was what I needed to know.”

Giving us a wave, Anders charged back through the lounge to whatever he’d been going to do before Conner dragged him into our ridiculousness. When he was out of earshot, I turned to Conner. “A year?”

He shrugged. “That’s the general consensus. Everyone basically says something similar. That they think you guys were in a slightly unhappy open relationship but they weren’t going to ask because it wasn’t their business.”

Well, that explained why getting serious partners had been so hard.

“You guys are the only ones who think you’re struggling with the whole romantic relationship versus friend relationship thing.

” Conner gave us a moment to think but didn’t seem to expect a lot at the moment.

“If what you had before was making you happy minus the whole missing the BDSM dynamics, then I think you were in a good relationship and just didn’t realize it. ”

He loved making everyone nuts.

“However you think romantic relationships look just might not be what works best for you two.” Shrugging, Conner gestured between us. “What is one thing that would make you feel more confident in your romantic relationship?”

He was a fucking pain in the ass.

“I’d like Weston to walk closer to me when we’re out in public.” It sounded stupid but I tried not to think about that. “Sometimes it feels like we’re just buddies walking together.”

Weston finally blinked and sat straighter like he’d tuned back into reality. “The coffee twink. The whiny one. Sorry. That’s rude. The one with the troubling pitch to his voice that he couldn’t control. He hung on you and you said you hated that.”

What?

Coffee twink?

“The guy with the…okay…there’s no nice way to describe his voice.” It’d been unpleasant at first but I got used to it. “That was so long ago I don’t remember saying that but I probably did. He was clingy.”

And it’d all been an act too because he’d been this normal butch dude when he’d come into the gym one time…not having realized yet that I owned the damned thing.

“He was playing me. That was why I stopped seeing him. Not the voice or being clingy.” Now that I thought about it, he had hung on me a lot, so I could see myself complaining about it.

And that’d been right around the time I’d started hanging out with Weston.

Great.

Weston didn’t seem to know what to say but Conner never had that problem. He just sighed and glared at Weston. “I’m not even going to ask you that question because your headspace is fucked.”

Oh yeah.

“I’m not going to apologize for my slut’s good behavior.” I reached over and rubbed his head, though, getting a blush from him. “He wants an orgasm and to hear what his surprise is.”

Weston was back to vibrating with excitement as he tried to figure out how to respond, but again, Conner was never without a question or opinion. “I don’t need to ask if you’ve had the right conversations, do I?”

Answering that was going to give Weston a hint, but it wouldn’t be too big. “No, we’ve had several long talks about different scenes and the limits and rules around them.”

I’d made sure to go through several different ones so he didn’t guess what I was planning.

“I emailed you his list, which I’m sure you saw, and we’ve walked through it logically as well as in a scene where I was fucking with him.” And fucking him. “I’m confident we’re on the same page, but I understand there’s no way to predict every outcome.”

There was only so much planning and pretending we could do before we had to see how it felt in person.

“He has his safewords and isn’t afraid to use them.” He just didn’t always use them in ways I expected. “If we need to use them, we’ll understand and no one will take it personally. They’re important.”

Weston made a soft thinking sound, but I was pretty sure it was more about my wording than worrying about the scene. He didn’t have his overthinking face on and he wasn’t aroused enough to be too confused.

Conner didn’t seem worried about him either, so he stayed focused on me. “Alright then. I have everything set up and we went over the plan.”

Sign on the door.

Lock it when we were in.

Don’t dawdle too much.

“Great.” Stroking Weston’s head again, I ruffled his hair and smiled. “I’ll get him ready and then we’ll have some fun.”

Vague and just teasing enough to make him squirm…which was what I’d been hoping for.

“No.” Shaking my head, I frowned and gave him the puppy dog tone, as he’d called it when he was grumbling about me. “Don’t play with yourself.”

His voice got stuck in his throat because he had to swallow several times before he could respond. “Yes, Sir.”

Hmm…we could do better than that.

“Why can’t you wiggle and play with yourself?” Ignoring the way Conner shivered and wiggled to play with himself, I raised one eyebrow. “Was that how a good boy with nice manners answers a question?”

His groan got a wicked grin from our audience, but Weston squirmed and pressed his legs together before he could catch himself. “I…no…that’s…”

Perfect fuckery.

Yep. That was what that was.

It was so good he had to fight to get words again, but I was patient and so was our audience. “I…I won’t play with my toy, Master. I’m sorry.”

“That’s better.” Conner thought so too based on the sexy sound effects I got from teasing Weston. “Who does that little toy belong to?”

“You…” Nearly moaning out the answer, Weston sagged into the couch, clearly having lost a few brain cells. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“That’s okay.” Leaning over, I kissed his cheek. “You can’t help it, slut. But you’re trying, so your reminder won’t be too serious.”

That got another fun shiver from him and his eyes glazed over. “I…manners…and…and reminders?”

It came out sounding like a question, so I took it that way. “Yes, we’re going to start your reminder with a few spanks and getting your hug on. Then we’ll go from there.”

Being vague always got the best reactions from him because his own imagination was more wicked than anything I would’ve suggested.

“You…” He shivered before his confused and curious gaze swept over the room. “Reminder?”

Taking a stab at what he was actually thinking, I shifted my touch so I was stroking his neck. “Not in the main area here. Don’t worry.”

Forcing myself to stop before I accidentally gave it away, I turned to Conner. “If you’ll excuse us, I have a sub who needs help remembering his manners.”

The drama queen’s gleeful smile had me wanting to roll my eyes. “Of course, but I have to say I told you so when I said we had to have this conversation before he lost too much of his brains.”

I shrugged. “Only one head works at a time in a slut.”

Weston whined as he blushed, but after a few seconds, he nodded. It was the perfect reaction, so I gave his lap a pat. “See? This one is fully engaged, so the big one is shot.”

Conner didn’t bother hiding his excitement as he did a little wiggle to make sure we saw how hard he was. “The little one is more fun than the big one. Especially with your cutie.”

“It is.” Giving his erection a tiny jiggle, I chuckled. “But it will get even more pronounced once his hug is on.”

“Hug as in it hugs his penis tight?” When I nodded, Conner giggled. “I love it.”

“Thank you.” I gave the penis in question one more pat before moving my hand away. I wanted to make sure Weston could safely walk, so I had to ease back just a touch. “He doesn’t get to use grown-up words because he has good manners.”

And because they got cute whimpers and sexy blushes.

“He’s adorable.” Bouncing up, Conner ignored how the motion had other parts of him bouncing around too. “Okay, you’re going to distract me if I stay. I’m off to give bribes and rewards.”

I wasn’t going to ask, so I just nodded as he hurried off to cause chaos somewhere else.

Weston used the gap in fuckery to take a deep breath and gather up a few wandering brain cells because he was blinking and fighting to be functional in some way when I turned back to him. “We’re…we’re going to have a scene?”

“Yes.” That was an easy answer, so I started there. “We’ve got a scene lined up and it’s all organized. I worked it out with Conner earlier.”

I’d hoped to have a bit more time to work on the scheduling but he’d been a pain in the ass.

“That’s…” Weston shook his head before scrunching his eyes closed. “That’s why you answered his questions and didn’t push back too much.”

“Correct.” Otherwise I’d have been a bigger pain in the ass. “I needed him to help me get it lined up, so I had to keep the crazy man happy.”

He’d seemed to like what he’d seen, though, so I pushed a lot of the thoughts he’d given me to the back of my mind.

“We…we talked about it? This week, I mean?” His question showed he was functioning better than Conner probably thought, but his squirming said he was turned on. “You said we talked about limits and rules.”

“Yes.” It wasn’t a complete enough response, so I kept going. “We had several long conversations about limits in different scenes.”

This one had been while he’d been perched on my dick, unable to fuck himself until he’d filled out the limits list and had given me clear answers about what he was agreeing to.

“Which…which conversation?” My bark of laughter had him sighing and opening his eyes. “Master? I mean. Which conversation, Master?”

“You’re adorable, but no.” Kissing his cheek had him blushing, but it was time to start fucking with him, so I didn’t get distracted. “Let’s go get you ready for the evening. Then we can play.”

Technically I was being completely factual with how the plan would go, but he was a sexy smartie and gave me a skeptical glare. “You’re up to something.”

Why yes, I was.

“Let’s go before you earn yourself a bigger reminder and an actual punishment, naughty boy.” Because for my plan to work we had to stick at reminder levels of shenanigans.