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“Ooh,” Nate said when Jack led Channon over to them. He reached up to touch the rope knotted around Channon’s torso, running his fingers down to where it disappeared between Channon’s thighs. No one else was permitted to touch Channon uninvited; Nate had special permission. “Well, aren’t you pretty, all wrapped up.”
Jack saw Channon duck his head in shy embarrassment. “Thank you, Mr Scott.”
Ewan made a disgusted noise. “You don’t have to call him ‘Mr’,” he said caustically. “He don’t deserve it.”
Instead of being annoyed by this, as Jack would have been, Nate casually grabbed Ewan by the earlobe and twisted. “Behave yourself,” he said mildly. “Channon can call me whatever he wants.”
Ewan scowled and pressed his face into Nate’s neck like an angry kitten. Jack wondered if Ewan bit, and what Nate would do to him if he did.
He settled onto the couch, tugging Channon down alongside him. Channon curled up against Jack’s arm, a little clingy. It made Jack smile. This was because of the leash, he suspected, Channon probably self-conscious about it because they hadn’t done much of that in public before. Jack tucked that arm around him, squeezing him comfortingly.
“No Victor tonight?” Nate asked with a wicked smile.
Jack shook his head. “I think predicament bondage might be a bit much for him. He’s still fairly innocent.”
“That won’t last,” Nate commented. “You know what it’s like. He hasn’t run screaming, so it’s just a matter of time until he finds the thing that blows his socks off, and the next thing you know he’ll be up to his eyeballs in it.”
“True.” That was often how it went. One taste of the right kink and you threw yourself in hard. Too hard, sometimes. “I don’t see him as a bondage and discipline type.”
“Maybe he’s a service sub,” Nate suggested, grinning.
Jack didn’t think that sounded right either, but you never knew. “Speaking of service, Mr White’s having a dinner party in a couple of weeks.” Jack said. “On the Thursday, I think. You’ll come?”
“Can’t,” Nate told him cheerfully. “I’ll be in Dallas for that DevSecOps conference. I’m giving the keynote,” he added, waggling his eyebrows. “You’ll have to have fun without me.”
Jack felt Channon twitch under his arm and looked at him. Channon had been paying attention to what they were saying, though he ducked his head when Jack caught him at it.
“Something wrong, sweetheart?”
“No, Sir,” Channon said.
But Ewan was wriggling in Nate’s lap, glaring at Channon like he was trying to set him on fire. Jack saw Channon give Ewan a meaningful look. So something was wrong.
“You’re not lying to me, are you?” he asked mildly, pulling the leash taut against Channon’s collar. “Hiding something?”
Channon’s eyes flickered up, widening in horror. “No, Sir. There’s nothing wrong. Just…when they sent out the conference details to the team, I thought it looked interesting. But we’re going to Mr White’s,” he added quickly, “so it doesn’t matter.”
Ah. Channon wanted to go to the conference but equally wanted to serve Jack however Jack ordered him. Good boy.
Jack was torn between the desire to show Channon off at Mr White’s and pleasure at the evidence of Channon showing interest in his professional development. In the end prudence won out.
“All right, then,” he said aloud. “You’ve been extremely good—”
“As always,” Nate breathed, smirking.
“—so you can go to the conference,” Jack continued smoothly, “if Nate agrees to take care of you,” Jack added just to see how Nate would react.
Nate laughed. “Oh, sure. We’ll have fun, won’t we, angel?” He winked at Channon, who blushed a bit. Then he turned his grin on Jack. “And you can take care of my brat while I’m gone.”
Jack stiffened, his eyes sliding sideways to where Ewan was scowling from the cage of Nate’s arms. Take care of Ewan? Jack had no idea where to start.
But what he said was, “Sure, I can walk him and feed him,” because sometimes he couldn’t help himself.
This made Ewan scowl harder, but all he did was bury that scowl in Nate’s neck, his eyes glittering over Nate’s shoulder.
“You could take him to Mr White’s,” Nate suggested. Ewan made an indignant noise, clearly as displeased by the idea as Jack was.
Ewan at Mr White’s for a high protocol dinner? He’d managed it once before, Jack knew, but that had been with Nate’s hand on his collar. Ewan did behave for Nate in public sometimes—more often than not, to be fair. But there was no way in hell Ewan would behave himself for Jack. And Jack refused to embarrass himself or Mr White by trying to make Ewan come to heel, only to watch him make a scene.
