Page 4 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Cyrus

“Yes.” Weston looked slightly shell-shocked as he tried to use X-ray vision on my pants to see my cock, but he got words out and even licked his lips. He knew what he was doing even if he was questioning it. “I…Yes, I’m ready for dinner.”

The tummy comment had gone over better than I’d expected, but I decided not to push my luck by doing it again. I wasn’t sure how much control he had left, and I needed him hard to make sure we got through dinner without him thinking too much.

Post-orgasm Wessie would probably overthink everything .

“Good.” Standing up, I made sure to give him a great view of my bulge as I crowded close to his chair. “Remember what your reward is if you can behave. That means leaving what I’m sure is a cute little erection alone while we’re in public.”

So we didn’t get arrested.

His slow nod said he knew what I was saying, but he took a deep breath and shivered before I actually got a response from him. “You’re…I made you…”

His question had nothing to do with dinner but it was where his brain was focused, so it made sense. “Yes, you’ve made me hard. Does my good boy want to have his face rubbed with it later?”

I’d been desperately searching my brain for anything I’d seen him react to over the past couple of years, and I was starting to be grateful I had such a good Wessie memory.

I probably couldn’t have said what I had for lunch last week, but I knew everything about Weston.

Bingo.

His whimper was sexy as fuck but it was the way he licked his lips and his whole body clenched that was my favorite. “I…I can be good…but…but you need to be sure about…about what you want.”

We were definitely moving in the right direction, so I didn’t worry as I cupped his chin and made him look up at my face again. “I know what I want.”

I always had…he was simply really obtuse about grasping it.

Even in the club with me hard as a rock, he still seemed confused about it. “You have to…your needs matter. This is…”

As he swallowed and fought for brain cells to help him finish his thought, I nodded. “I am. This isn’t anything that’s outside my limits. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy making you tell me more of your fantasies and seeing how hard I can make you before you beg me to let you come.”

If we had a bit more privacy at the moment, I was pretty sure we’d have already gotten there.

But the Bound & Controlled lounge was not the place to have that scene for a variety of reasons—one big one being he’d never done a scene like that before in public and we were going to talk about it in detail before we jumped headfirst into that one.

“You’re…I think you need to know that you’re making me really stupid.” His confession was adorable and sexy as fuck.

“I’m glad. It’s a good look on you.” He thought too much in general. “But all you have to remember is that you’re turning me on, I want to date you, and I’m going to find a fun way to use you and give you an orgasm after dinner.”

He swallowed, still letting me keep his face turned up to mine. “If I’m a good boy.”

“That’s right.” Stroking his cheek with my thumb, I did my best to let him see how much I was looking forward to it. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll find something for you to hump or I’ll let you play with your little cutie.”

Oh, he liked that.

His entire body lit up like fireworks had gone off in him.

“I…I think…I think you can’t say that if I’m going to be good. It’s…it’s too much.” Admitting that was practical but it was also embarrassing enough it sent another shower of pleasure through him. “I won’t be able to…to behave.”

“To be a good boy.” I frowned, shaking my head and looking disappointed in him. “Try again.”

His whimper said we were getting closer and closer to the edge, so I didn’t push further as I waited. “I…I won’t be able to be a good boy, Sir.”

Sexy as fuck.

“That’s much better.” I stroked his cheek one last time and slowly released it as I nodded. “We’re not going to pretend you’re something you’re not.”

I left that part vague because I wasn’t sure what to say, but it didn’t seem to matter because his brain filled in something sexy enough that he moaned. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy.” I stepped back enough for him to move, but he was still crowded against me as he got up from the chair. “Tell me your safewords.”

To make sure he realized he had them and to make him think for a moment.

It took a hard swallow and for him to close his eyes, but he showed me he was processing. “Red stops everything. Yellow is pause and regroup. Green is good to go.”

“That’s right.” More teasing praise probably would’ve fucked with his ability to function at all, so I simply took his hand and tried to shift us closer to him being able to think. “Deep breath and then we’re going to get dinner.”

I was pretty sure his brain went back to the tummy comment because he let out another sexy whine before he obeyed the deep breath order and opened his eyes. “Yes, dinner.”

I was pleased with the progress we’d made and the fact that he was standing up and looked functioning enough to take in public, but the universe had other plans for me.

“Your turn to go get me water.” Conner appeared out of nowhere, still in the sexy suit and still looking pissed at me. “Walk slow.”

“You’re not thirsty.” And we were fine.

“That’s not the point.” Glaring at me, Conner pointed to Weston. “Congrats, you can turn him on but I need him off to make sure he knows what he’s doing.”

For fuck’s sake.

“Fine.” If he screwed us up, though, I was going to lose my shit. “I’ll walk slowly but don’t fuck with his head. I’m not going anywhere, so don’t make him think this is casual for me.”

The drama queen rolled his eyes as Weston stared at us, slightly confused but looking more clearheaded. “That’s the problem, moron. I need to know this isn’t casual for him and that he’s tracking what you want.”

Okay, maybe I could see where he was coming from.

“Tell him whatever you need to about our conversation to make him and yourself comfortable.” I wasn’t the one who’d been trying to hide everything. “I’ll be right back.”

Because Weston wasn’t in any headspace to drive, so either way he was going to need me.

“Thank you.” Perking up, Conner smiled like we were simply discussing the weather. “Take your time.”

Yeah, right.

As I slowly turned to head over to the bar, he sighed but I heard him start his interrogation. “Will standing or sitting make you more functional? I know you like the headspace whatever he said gave you but I need you thinking straight.”

Wessie’s dramatic groan was what had me thinking we’d be fine. “That’s a terrible idea.”

There was my Weston.

With that playing over and over in the back of my mind, I made my way slowly over to the bar and dealt with the chuckling bartender who didn’t miss a thing and thought my drama with Conner was hilarious.

Thankfully he kept his thoughts to himself, but he was grinning ear to ear as he handed me my water and asked if I needed anything.

A drink sounded great but would actually make everything harder, so I turned him down and headed back at a turtle’s pace. Conner wasn’t at his most dramatic, but he was slightly wound up as he spoke and I could see Weston frowning at him.

Great.

What the fuck were they doing and how was checking on Weston making both of them so nuts?

They were less dramatic but not much happier when I got back to them, and I wasn’t sure if that meant I was supposed to go wander off again. Their matching glares as they turned to me didn’t give me any help guessing either, so I decided to wing it. “Here.”

Shoving Conner’s water at him, I studied Weston. “Does he have anything to worry about?”

“No, but he’s going to find something.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Weston was one grumble away from stomping his feet. It was kind of cute but I knew him well enough not to show that.

He had a thing about being short and I wasn’t sure he was in the right headspace to make him think of that. Weston was still cranky and one deep breath away from waving his arms around dramatically as he grumbled. “We’re going to be fine and evidently this isn’t a new thing for you.”

I wasn’t sure what wasn’t a new thing but I shrugged. “Did you explain our plan?”

No.

“Plan?” Conner looked slightly more relaxed and less nuts as I looked back at him. “What plan? He just kept insisting you guys would be fine and that you were safe to put cameras in his house.”

Rolling my eyes, I frowned at Weston. “Jumping right to the ridiculous because you were still feeling like a slut or because you were being dramatic?”

“Don’t turn him on. I need him to think.” Conner barked out the order as Weston tried to adjust himself but wasn’t nearly as subtle as he was hoping for. “Damn it. You already did it.”

Yep.

“I know him well enough to figure out his hot spots pretty fast.” And really, humiliation wasn’t hard in his case because he wanted to be embarrassed and would do his best to throw himself into the emotion. “And we’ve already discussed his reward for being a good boy too.”

They both groaned for entirely different reasons.

But as Weston wiggled and blushed, Conner looked like he wanted to wring my neck.

“Stop that. It’s fucking cheating. And what plan?

I can’t let you take him when he’s this turned on when I don’t know if it’s really what he wants.

And it’s kind of my fault even if you set me up with the whole help me explain what I want shit. ”

Maybe.

Possibly.

“I’m not mad about that any longer.” Weston’s calmer tone made it believable enough that Conner let out a slow breath and looked less insane himself. “I yellowed, not red. I think that says a lot.”

I hadn’t thought of it that way but he had a point.

“I wouldn’t have shared anything without your permission. I was calling him over and then I was going to ask if I could share a little bit.” Frowning, Conner aimed his frustrated expression in my direction again. “He’d asked for help and it was the perfect way to handle both of your requests.”

Weston couldn’t seem to decide what to say about that and suddenly found the décor in the room fascinating. Conner almost laughed but held it back. “Besides, you guys would look really hot together and keep mooning over each other when you don’t think the other will notice.”

Really?

“Really?” Weston mirroring my own response eased the last of the worries that had popped up with Conner.

“Yes.” He gave us both a look that said we were ridiculous. “But I can keep my mouth shut when necessary.”

We both knew that and our nods had Conner winding down again, standing straighter and looking less homicidal.

“Okay, this is your plan. You’re going to dinner.

You’re going to talk about kinks and boundaries.

You’re going to have a fun scene together tonight within those limits and you’re going to start moving in the direction of having a romantic relationship, not just a deep friendship. ”

It wasn’t really framed as a question but he was clearly looking for a response, so I nodded. “Yes.”

We both had to wait for Weston, though. Clearing his head might’ve set us back a bit and I wasn’t sure if that would be a good thing or not. He managed to look away from the beautiful woodwork and back to us, though, so it didn’t feel like things were about to fall apart.

“It’s going to take me a bit of an adjustment for the he wants a romantic relationship with me part to sink in.

” Weston’s honesty made me nervous but it had Conner looking more confident.

“When I wasn’t as turned on, my worries started to come back, but Cyrus answered a lot of my questions already. ”

So we were good?

“But I’m probably going to fuck this up in some way.”

So we weren’t good?

“We’ve talked about seeing a therapist if we can’t communicate effectively on our own or if for some reason we need help shifting back to a just friends mentality.”

So we were good?

“But clearheaded me gets uncomfortable with Cyrus knowing about…dirty me.”

So we weren’t good?

“He likes dirty you.” Conner’s dryly delivered response had me nodding and Weston blushing. “He really likes dirty you from what I was seeing…which is part of the reason I came over. When you’re both stupidly turned on, neither of you might be using your big brain.”

That could be an issue but not in our situation.

It took lots of big braining to make sure I was humiliating Wessie correctly.

“I was aroused but thinking clearly and deliberately manipulating him into being more turned on.” I shrugged when Conner rolled his eyes and Weston went back to blushing. “I like his reactions and I like making him happy. So I was doing both.”

Conner’s gaze narrowed. “Next you’re going to tell me you were really just doing him a favor.”

The grin I flashed him didn’t help his eye situation.

“I’m going to plead I was making him happy , Your Crazy.” That got a quiet laugh from Weston, which had Conner looking happier again.

“I approve of the therapist plan if it becomes necessary.” He wasn’t pissed anymore but I could see his brain whirling. “You’ve got two weeks to come back to the club and show me you’re doing fine together. If I don’t see you by that point, I will track down both of your frustrating asses.”

I wasn’t nearly as frustrating as Weston, but I knew it wasn’t the time to point that out.

“I think that’s reasonable.” But did Weston?

When he was quiet, Conner and I focused back on him and waited.

And waited.

“Is…” Weston swallowed, looking nervous but not the aroused kind. “Is that going to be long enough for you to know what you want?”

He really was a smart man, so I wasn’t sure why we kept running around in circles about this.

I was planning on giving him a polite response, but it took me too long, so Conner handled it in his own way.

“For fuck’s sake don’t be an idiot. He already wants to keep you. That’s what I’m worried about. He’s already got plans for a wonderfully humiliating collaring ceremony and you’re not grasping the fact that he even wants to date you.”

He had a very interesting way of defining problems.

“I was thinking naked and caged would be a good way to make sure he was in the right headspace and desperately horny.” And he’d look really sexy that way too. “It’d look really sweet.”

“Oh.” Weston blinked, his confused gaze bouncing between us. “Okay then.”

So we were good?

“I’m really starting to see why you two couldn’t start this relationship on your own.”

Yep, Conner might not be polite but he got straight to the heart of the matter.