Safe sex has always been incredibly important to Rowan back home for the same reasons, and they've always been careful to not only use protection but also to get tested regularly. The only exceptions for them have been a few times where they were the one not wearing something, to make sure they were making the right choice, but those are times that they prefer not to think about these days.
Max's enthusiastic reply gets Rowan's blood pumping, as much as the task ahead of them. They part their lips, and start by delicately lapping over the tip, gently pulling the foreskin back for getter access. The taste is more sour than they imagined, but it doesn't put them off, pulling the foreskin back further so they can lavish attention around the whole head, before parting their lips enough to take it between them and suckle lightly, bobbing their head to give the illusion of friction between them.
Then they draw back completely and look up at Max again. "God, I love giving head so much." They murmur, huskily. "Remind me why I haven't done this to you get?" They don't wait for his reply, but part their lips wide and start to swallow him, eager to see how much they can manage, eyes still rolled up to watch Max's response.
"If I'd... known you liked it so much..." Max panted "I would have asked sooner."
It wasn't that he thought Rowan didn't like it, it's just that he had so many things he'd wanted to do to Rowan first. He jumped the line.
But it's his cock that's jumping now in Rowan's mouth. "Oh, fuck! Your're good at it," he says as his head tilts back, eyes going half-lidded. "Oh, MMmmm!"
His hand tightens in their hair involuntarily. Jesus FUCK that's good.
On the one hand, there's so many things that Rowan wanted and still wants to do with Max. On the other, that's the advantage of - whatever this is (and Rowan still doesn't want to put a name to it) - where they keep getting to try new things with one another.
They moan around Max's cock as he pulls on their hair, eyes falling back to the task at hand as they try and relax their throat, wanting to take him right to the base. They don't quite manage, making it most of the way down before they have to stop and pull back, lavishing attention on him with their tongue as they do. It's even better than normal without the sharp taste of the latex, Max's scent filling their senses and turning them on even more as they take another attempt to deep throat him, determined to manage.
Max is equally in awe over the fact that he has the option to build a rapport with Rowan like this. They can plan things for future times, with no rush to get it all done at once. It's... well it's really wonderful.
He'll have later to think more about that. Right now, he's consumed with just how good Rowan's mouth feels enveloping him. He makes low noises of encouragement as they work their way down on him. The amount they've taken in already is impressive. But he can tell they are trying to go for the gold while not quite succeeding yet.
"Rowan," his voice is full of lust, but also just a hint of concern, "it's okay if you don't get it all. Believe me, this feels great."
Drawing back again, Rowan was going to answer, but they get distracted for a moment, bobbing their head over the tip, tongue dancing over the tip. Their hand comes up to stroke the base, their saliva making it glide over Max's skin.
Finally letting Max's erection drop from their lips, they continue the hand job as they look up at him. "You're underestimating how much I get off from this, from feeling your cock fill me up." And with that, they'll part their lips again and swallow him down in one smooth motion. This time they almost reach the base, their nose just a hair's breadth from touching him, and they remain their for a moment, enjoying the weight and feel of him, before they draw back again to where they can bob their head and tease him with their tongue at the same time.
"Oo-oooh," he purrs, "you won't hear me complaining about the attention."
Hearing Rowan talk about how his cock fills them up causes another hard throb. Pleasant memories of how tight they were around him before come back to mind, causing his heart to flutter in his chest.
"F-fuck, Rowan!" he cries when they go back down on him. He spasms in the back of their throat. Those throbs in his dick increase in frequency with every bob of their mouth over him.
"God, you have me so worked up with that. You better be careful."
Well, that grin is promising as hell, and Corbin licks his lips. "Think I might be able to come up with somethin for you." He does have to let go of Max's tie, but just long enough to come around the end of the bar and get a nice hold of it again.
He tugs him in for another kiss and then tugs him toward the couches along one wall. He backs them both up since there's nothing for him to stumble over or worry about. "Though uh, if you were thinkin of another drink you might wanna mention that now." He was pretty sure he'd read things right, but there was always a chance of a mix up. But for right now he had Max on an impromptu leash, and he was just fine with that.
They should draw back, given that they already promised Max a go somewhere else as well, but their will power fails them. He’s so hot like this, towering above them, and the weight and taste of his throbbing erection has Rowan’s body throbbing with arousal itself. They only pick up the pace, one hand resting lightly on his hip as they take more of him into their mouth and relaxing their throat around him, tongue gliding over the parts it can reach. As they do so, they look up at him, a pointed gaze in their eyes. If Max wants to come anywhere outside of their mouth, he’s either going to have to find it in him for a second round, or pull out himself, because Rowan’s enjoying this too much to stop.
His shoulder blades draw together with the tension of his efforts to stay grounded, to keep his knees from going out from under him while Rowan bobs on his dick. His fingers tighten in their hair, nails scraping their scalp. He wants to keep his eyes open, to keep looking at Rowan looking at him like that! But the force of his pleasure is too great, his eyes roll back and his chin tips to the ceiling.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK, that's good!
"O-oh," he whimpers, his hips quiver as the impending release builds, "I-I'm going to-!"
He can't stop it. For the briefest of moments he considers trying to pull away, but the motion turns into a jittery half-thrust that only pushes him deeper into Rowan's mouth. And it's all too little too late. His hot seed spills out accompanied by a thunderous cry that rings off the walls.
"Oh...god..." he murmurs when the climax ebbs, at last. "I might need to sit down." His legs feel like two rubber bands, and he doesn't think Rowan can catch him.
Those fingers in their hair feel good, but not as good as Max's reaction. Rowan could watch him like this every day - and this isn't a bad position to enjoy it from. They rock their hips a little, their body not quite as needy as Max is right now, but definitely starting to build, right until Max manages to splutter out a warning.
For a moment they hesitate - they've never had someone come in their mouth before, and they don't want to fuck it up. Should they try and swallow, or draw back and let Max come over their face? But then it's too late; Max pushes into them and comes, pulsing in their mouth.
Rowan's hand on his hip turns into a grip, and they splutter a little, but manage to swallow most of it, gulping down around Max to try and keep themself from making a mess. By the end they're panting slightly, but looking very self satisfied as they draw back, licking the last of it from Max's cock, until his spent member falls from their lips. There's a trickle of cum in the corner of their mouth, and Rowan glances up at Max, intending to lick it away while looking at him before Max speaks.
Immediately they jump to their feet, their hand pulling Max's arm over their shoulders as they do so, supporting him. "I've got you. Think you can manage to get to the chair? It's only a few steps." And they'll be there for him to lean on every step of the way, of course. Their voice is a little husky, but they don't notice, all attention on keeping Max safe.
He's half-ready to apologize to Rowan for failing to pull away... until he sees them licking him clean and oooh what a wonderful memory that is going to make. Good thing he's so spent, or that would have him about to blow all over again. He's all for watching Rowan finish that show but then...
Suddenly they're up and putting an arm under him for support, which is nice, but maybe not as absolutely necessary as he made it sound.
"Yeah, yeah," Max rushes to assure them. "No, it's fine. I'll be fine."
Now, he's trying not to laugh because the concern is really touching and it's mostly himself he's laughing at for being so dramatic.
"I just mean, you really did a number on me. I'll be okay though, really. I promise!"
"Git." Rowan pouts at him, but guides him over to the chair anyway. Rather than helping him into it, they push him down, not as gentle any more, before claiming his lap. "If it was that horrible, I won't do it again!" They proclaim, though they absolutely don't mean it. Aside from anything else, they enjoyed it almost as much as Max did.
The pout that they pull is probably ruined somewhat by that trickle of cum still in the corner of their mouth, though. Not to mention the way that they can't quite manage to keep it, hints of their smirk showing through underneath.
Now he actually is laughing as he's pushed roughly down --which makes it very hard to look contrite at the same time. Who is he kidding? He was never destined to pull that off. Not with Rowan in his lap pouting so cutely.
"I think think the evidence," Max brushes that small bit of drying slick from the corner of their mouth and holds it out as proof, "speaks for itself. Unless my investigation skills are way off."
Fuck, why is it so hot to see his cum on their face? Hang on, Rowan, because Max has a feeling there's going to be an encore. --Just give him some time and he will deliver on those promises he made earlier. They still have a shower to christen, after all.
"I loved that a lot and you know it. I can't believe how lucky I am right now."
Max is aglow at the end of that kiss. He follows along like a happy puppy on his tie-made-leash, easily letting himself be backed to the couch, smiling the whole way there.
"You're the only drink I'm interested in," he purrs. "You can have me any way you want me." Can't get more crystal clear than that.
Giving in, Rowan finally licks their lips clean, then leans in to lick Max's finger clean as well, with soft, deft motions, holding his hand by the wrist. "You're lucky? I'm the one who got a meal and a show." Rowan smirks, licking their lips again as they release Max's hand.
They lean into him, resting their head on his shoulder and idly playing with the remaining buttons on his shirt. Their own need is still present within them, but for now it's burning low, letting them enjoy the moment. "I'm glad you got to be the first guy I tasted." They would have been just as happy with Lucas as well, but they feel so comfortable and safe with both of them that it was really just a toss up of who got there first. But Max won out, and now they get to curl up in his lap like the cat that got the cream.
[A set of 60 business cards is delivered to Max. Or rather, the box contains cards that have the size of business cards. If he takes them out, they actually read:
Things I love to receive: - spanking - play with my hair - biting - teeth on neck - toys - restraints (ropes) - restraints (cuffs) - held down by strong person - led around by tie
Please turn over and read back
and on the back:
Hard No's (not to be done under any circumstances): receiving - degradation (teasing ok) - gags - your feet on me - collar
giving - degradation
Please turn over and read front
A note is delivered alongside with the box of cards that reads:
Hello Max,
hand these cards to anyone that you have any form of sexual encounter with before you start, even if you've had sexual relations with them before now. Make sure they at the very least read the back of the cards.
I included the collar on the Hard Nos, but you can obviously tell Rowan and Lucas that they are exceptions to that one. When you report to me in two months with the diary, we can talk about removing that point if you've experimented with it by then and know where you stand.
[And, to soften the blow a bit with a fun prospect, he adds:]
Unrelated: If you want to, ask Rowan if they would be interested in playing with the two of us some time; me directing and you two acting it out. We can talk about the details of the scene if they say yes.
The smile on his face changes shape to something a lot darker and a lot hungrier while he watches Rowan lick their lips and then him, clean. A sudden bloom of heat has his cheeks burning and his lips parting with needy sigh.
What were they talking about...? He'd completely forgotten. He's not even sure what Rowan said to him just now. Wait. Wait. Yes, he does know.
"I was really your first?" He asks with a mixture of warm pride and awe.
There's a brief twinge when he remembers someone else who he'd unknowilingly been the first for. That had gone disastrously. But, no, not even those thoughts can ruin this mood. Rowan is too cute and simultaneously sensual curled up like a milk-drunk cat him his lap.
"I'm really touched that you trusted me with that. And I... I really liked it." Did he say that already? Well, it's worth repeating.
Max reads the note with a rising sense of dread. He has to...hand these out? Every time??
"What the fuck?" He says to his empty room.
First, he has to keep a sexcapade journal, now this? Is Jackie trying to murder his sex life completely? He drags a hand down his face as he reads and re-reads the cards. There's a twinge of anger at seeing collars placed firmly on the no list. Even with Jackie's note on that point, he wants to rail against it. He didn't say he hated them! He said he didn't know! And his experience with Lilith wasn't so bad. He'd struggled for other reasons during that but...
He sighs, remembering Jackie's order. Only Lucas or Rowan. And if he wants that to change then he'd better get one of them to help him explore it. But if he does... then it has to go in the journal.
"Augh!" He squeezes the back of his neck, another tension headache is on its way. How is he going to explain that? Or the cards? Or ANY of this? Can he not tell them about the journal...? They are both such private people, Rowan especially...
Speaking of...that note at the end gives him a whole different spike of anxiety. A play date, like what he and Jackie talked about during his feeding? Could they? But how the hell is he going to broach that idea? Will Rowan go for it?
He just doesn't know. He doesn't know about any of this. A week or so ago he was happy enough to run around the castle with his balls on display for all to see, now he's considering taking a break from any kind of relations at all. Could he do that? Maybe just until the two months is up? But that might only prolong the suffering.
"Fuck my life..." And fuck Jackie too! What the hell has he gotten into?
Catching that lusty gaze, Rowan smirks a little, their body responding to it with a spike of desire of their own. They would squirm under that look any day of the week, and knowing they can cause it in Max makes their head giddy.
"Not my first blow job, obviously." Rowan chuckles. "But without a condom, yeah." They take a breath, hand still fiddling with Max's shirt lazily. "I don't... I don't really do relationships. Never have done. So I have to be careful, and my Mums made sure I knew what I was doing and that I was being responsible as a kid."
Rowan slowly trails a hand down Max's chest. "I've never slept with one person as much as I've slept with you or Lucas. You both might have sold me on it, though. I didn't realise there was so much to already knowing your partner." They look up at him, grinning. "You'd better be careful, I think I'm getting addicted to you."
This time he hadn't buried himself in work, or at least Lucas hadn't basically moved into the library and kept his distance. He'd dropped by a few times to just hang out, shoot the shit about inane stuff, watch Max bake at his job when their schedules were different. Just friendly, low key time together.
With the shadows of the fuck tent lurking in the back of his mind.
Even after talking to Rowan, their book, he's left with so many questions. Mostly about himself. It was a glimpse into the wider world of sexual encounters that he never knew he wanted or needed. And he's not sure which was a scarier truth out of the two.
I trust you.
His words to Max, Max's words to him. If anyone could understand it was him. He'd come over wearing just his shorts and dog tags, not bothering with more after a long bath. With those thoughts hanging over his head, Lucas knocks the back of his hand against Max's door. "Hey, are you busy?"
Avoiding Lucas was never an option. Not after what had gone on that third day. Their conversation still hung heavy in his heart. Right next to the one he'd had with Jackie. It gave him a lot to think about. Lucas' companionable presence had been a comfort= through all of that.
But, every day that passed, he became a little more anxious. Neither of them had done much in the way of flirting. They both needed time to process it. But Max couldn't help feeling that time is running short. Soon, Lucas will want his company in the way they've both become accustomed to. But there's just one problem...
Jackie's notebook.
If Max gives Lucas what he wants, he'll have to tell-all about it later. If he doesn't... Lucas will want to know why. Max doesn't think he can lie to Lucas. No, he knows he can't.
"No, I'm not busy. You can come in," Max says, tossing aside the box of cards Jackie had printed for him. He's not ready yet. Is he? To start handing them out. He doesn't know.
Max tries to keep his voice casual, but it's a bit strained when he sees Lucas there in nothing but his shorts and those tags, "What's up?"
Lucas doesn't look up until he's shut the door, rubbing at the back of his neck. Not busy, but maybe not in the mood for company? Something feels off and it nags at the back of his mind.
"Oh, uh. Just wanted to swing by and say hi." Breath catches in his chest. "That's all. I can come back. No biggie."
Lucas' touch is grounding in a way he still can't describe. No matter how many times they link hands, it just feels right. Which is why Max has to tell him...
"I need to." Max says seriously. "I need to tell you. Something happened at the circus. Actually, a lot of things did. It wasn't just you. It was...a bunch of moments all at once that started to paint a picture that... isn't so pretty. And now I'm trying to figure out what to do about it."
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Date: 2020-09-06 12:51 pm (UTC)Max's enthusiastic reply gets Rowan's blood pumping, as much as the task ahead of them. They part their lips, and start by delicately lapping over the tip, gently pulling the foreskin back for getter access. The taste is more sour than they imagined, but it doesn't put them off, pulling the foreskin back further so they can lavish attention around the whole head, before parting their lips enough to take it between them and suckle lightly, bobbing their head to give the illusion of friction between them.
Then they draw back completely and look up at Max again. "God, I love giving head so much." They murmur, huskily. "Remind me why I haven't done this to you get?" They don't wait for his reply, but part their lips wide and start to swallow him, eager to see how much they can manage, eyes still rolled up to watch Max's response.
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Date: 2020-09-06 07:34 pm (UTC)It wasn't that he thought Rowan didn't like it, it's just that he had so many things he'd wanted to do to Rowan first. He jumped the line.
But it's his cock that's jumping now in Rowan's mouth. "Oh, fuck! Your're good at it," he says as his head tilts back, eyes going half-lidded. "Oh, MMmmm!"
His hand tightens in their hair involuntarily. Jesus FUCK that's good.
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Date: 2020-09-06 07:43 pm (UTC)They moan around Max's cock as he pulls on their hair, eyes falling back to the task at hand as they try and relax their throat, wanting to take him right to the base. They don't quite manage, making it most of the way down before they have to stop and pull back, lavishing attention on him with their tongue as they do. It's even better than normal without the sharp taste of the latex, Max's scent filling their senses and turning them on even more as they take another attempt to deep throat him, determined to manage.
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Date: 2020-09-08 04:42 pm (UTC)He'll have later to think more about that. Right now, he's consumed with just how good Rowan's mouth feels enveloping him. He makes low noises of encouragement as they work their way down on him. The amount they've taken in already is impressive. But he can tell they are trying to go for the gold while not quite succeeding yet.
"Rowan," his voice is full of lust, but also just a hint of concern, "it's okay if you don't get it all. Believe me, this feels great."
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Date: 2020-09-08 05:24 pm (UTC)Finally letting Max's erection drop from their lips, they continue the hand job as they look up at him. "You're underestimating how much I get off from this, from feeling your cock fill me up." And with that, they'll part their lips again and swallow him down in one smooth motion. This time they almost reach the base, their nose just a hair's breadth from touching him, and they remain their for a moment, enjoying the weight and feel of him, before they draw back again to where they can bob their head and tease him with their tongue at the same time.
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Date: 2020-09-09 12:11 am (UTC)Hearing Rowan talk about how his cock fills them up causes another hard throb. Pleasant memories of how tight they were around him before come back to mind, causing his heart to flutter in his chest.
"F-fuck, Rowan!" he cries when they go back down on him. He spasms in the back of their throat. Those throbs in his dick increase in frequency with every bob of their mouth over him.
"God, you have me so worked up with that. You better be careful."
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Date: 2020-09-09 05:12 am (UTC)He tugs him in for another kiss and then tugs him toward the couches along one wall. He backs them both up since there's nothing for him to stumble over or worry about. "Though uh, if you were thinkin of another drink you might wanna mention that now." He was pretty sure he'd read things right, but there was always a chance of a mix up. But for right now he had Max on an impromptu leash, and he was just fine with that.
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Date: 2020-09-09 06:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-09 05:58 pm (UTC)His shoulder blades draw together with the tension of his efforts to stay grounded, to keep his knees from going out from under him while Rowan bobs on his dick. His fingers tighten in their hair, nails scraping their scalp. He wants to keep his eyes open, to keep looking at Rowan looking at him like that! But the force of his pleasure is too great, his eyes roll back and his chin tips to the ceiling.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK, that's good!
"O-oh," he whimpers, his hips quiver as the impending release builds, "I-I'm going to-!"
He can't stop it. For the briefest of moments he considers trying to pull away, but the motion turns into a jittery half-thrust that only pushes him deeper into Rowan's mouth. And it's all too little too late. His hot seed spills out accompanied by a thunderous cry that rings off the walls.
"Oh...god..." he murmurs when the climax ebbs, at last. "I might need to sit down." His legs feel like two rubber bands, and he doesn't think Rowan can catch him.
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Date: 2020-09-09 06:10 pm (UTC)For a moment they hesitate - they've never had someone come in their mouth before, and they don't want to fuck it up. Should they try and swallow, or draw back and let Max come over their face? But then it's too late; Max pushes into them and comes, pulsing in their mouth.
Rowan's hand on his hip turns into a grip, and they splutter a little, but manage to swallow most of it, gulping down around Max to try and keep themself from making a mess. By the end they're panting slightly, but looking very self satisfied as they draw back, licking the last of it from Max's cock, until his spent member falls from their lips. There's a trickle of cum in the corner of their mouth, and Rowan glances up at Max, intending to lick it away while looking at him before Max speaks.
Immediately they jump to their feet, their hand pulling Max's arm over their shoulders as they do so, supporting him. "I've got you. Think you can manage to get to the chair? It's only a few steps." And they'll be there for him to lean on every step of the way, of course. Their voice is a little husky, but they don't notice, all attention on keeping Max safe.
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Date: 2020-09-09 07:34 pm (UTC)Suddenly they're up and putting an arm under him for support, which is nice, but maybe not as absolutely necessary as he made it sound.
"Yeah, yeah," Max rushes to assure them. "No, it's fine. I'll be fine."
Now, he's trying not to laugh because the concern is really touching and it's mostly himself he's laughing at for being so dramatic.
"I just mean, you really did a number on me. I'll be okay though, really. I promise!"
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Date: 2020-09-09 08:00 pm (UTC)The pout that they pull is probably ruined somewhat by that trickle of cum still in the corner of their mouth, though. Not to mention the way that they can't quite manage to keep it, hints of their smirk showing through underneath.
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Date: 2020-09-09 09:20 pm (UTC)"I think think the evidence," Max brushes that small bit of drying slick from the corner of their mouth and holds it out as proof, "speaks for itself. Unless my investigation skills are way off."
Fuck, why is it so hot to see his cum on their face? Hang on, Rowan, because Max has a feeling there's going to be an encore. --Just give him some time and he will deliver on those promises he made earlier. They still have a shower to christen, after all.
"I loved that a lot and you know it. I can't believe how lucky I am right now."
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Date: 2020-09-10 02:09 am (UTC)"You're the only drink I'm interested in," he purrs. "You can have me any way you want me." Can't get more crystal clear than that.
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Date: 2020-09-10 05:51 am (UTC)They lean into him, resting their head on his shoulder and idly playing with the remaining buttons on his shirt. Their own need is still present within them, but for now it's burning low, letting them enjoy the moment. "I'm glad you got to be the first guy I tasted." They would have been just as happy with Lucas as well, but they feel so comfortable and safe with both of them that it was really just a toss up of who got there first. But Max won out, and now they get to curl up in his lap like the cat that got the cream.
three days after fuck tent
Date: 2020-09-10 10:13 pm (UTC)Things I love to receive:
- spanking
- play with my hair
- biting
- teeth on neck
- toys
- restraints (ropes)
- restraints (cuffs)
- held down by strong person
- led around by tie
Please turn over and read back
and on the back:
Hard No's (not to be done under any circumstances):
receiving
- degradation (teasing ok)
- gags
- your feet on me
- collar
giving
- degradation
Please turn over and read front
A note is delivered alongside with the box of cards that reads:
Hello Max,
hand these cards to anyone that you have any form of sexual encounter with before you start, even if you've had sexual relations with them before now. Make sure they at the very least read the back of the cards.
I included the collar on the Hard Nos, but you can obviously tell Rowan and Lucas that they are exceptions to that one. When you report to me in two months with the diary, we can talk about removing that point if you've experimented with it by then and know where you stand.
[And, to soften the blow a bit with a fun prospect, he adds:]
Unrelated: If you want to, ask Rowan if they would be interested in playing with the two of us some time; me directing and you two acting it out. We can talk about the details of the scene if they say yes.
-Jackie.
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Date: 2020-09-11 02:52 am (UTC)What were they talking about...? He'd completely forgotten. He's not even sure what Rowan said to him just now. Wait. Wait. Yes, he does know.
"I was really your first?" He asks with a mixture of warm pride and awe.
There's a brief twinge when he remembers someone else who he'd unknowilingly been the first for. That had gone disastrously. But, no, not even those thoughts can ruin this mood. Rowan is too cute and simultaneously sensual curled up like a milk-drunk cat him his lap.
"I'm really touched that you trusted me with that. And I... I really liked it." Did he say that already? Well, it's worth repeating.
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Date: 2020-09-11 03:45 am (UTC)"What the fuck?" He says to his empty room.
First, he has to keep a sexcapade journal, now this? Is Jackie trying to murder his sex life completely? He drags a hand down his face as he reads and re-reads the cards. There's a twinge of anger at seeing collars placed firmly on the no list. Even with Jackie's note on that point, he wants to rail against it. He didn't say he hated them! He said he didn't know! And his experience with Lilith wasn't so bad. He'd struggled for other reasons during that but...
He sighs, remembering Jackie's order. Only Lucas or Rowan. And if he wants that to change then he'd better get one of them to help him explore it. But if he does... then it has to go in the journal.
"Augh!" He squeezes the back of his neck, another tension headache is on its way. How is he going to explain that? Or the cards? Or ANY of this? Can he not tell them about the journal...? They are both such private people, Rowan especially...
Speaking of...that note at the end gives him a whole different spike of anxiety. A play date, like what he and Jackie talked about during his feeding? Could they? But how the hell is he going to broach that idea? Will Rowan go for it?
He just doesn't know. He doesn't know about any of this. A week or so ago he was happy enough to run around the castle with his balls on display for all to see, now he's considering taking a break from any kind of relations at all. Could he do that? Maybe just until the two months is up? But that might only prolong the suffering.
"Fuck my life..." And fuck Jackie too! What the hell has he gotten into?
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Date: 2020-09-11 06:29 am (UTC)"Not my first blow job, obviously." Rowan chuckles. "But without a condom, yeah." They take a breath, hand still fiddling with Max's shirt lazily. "I don't... I don't really do relationships. Never have done. So I have to be careful, and my Mums made sure I knew what I was doing and that I was being responsible as a kid."
Rowan slowly trails a hand down Max's chest. "I've never slept with one person as much as I've slept with you or Lucas. You both might have sold me on it, though. I didn't realise there was so much to already knowing your partner." They look up at him, grinning. "You'd better be careful, I think I'm getting addicted to you."
NSFW from the get go, about a week since tent event
Date: 2020-09-11 03:23 pm (UTC)With the shadows of the fuck tent lurking in the back of his mind.
Even after talking to Rowan, their book, he's left with so many questions. Mostly about himself. It was a glimpse into the wider world of sexual encounters that he never knew he wanted or needed. And he's not sure which was a scarier truth out of the two.
I trust you.
His words to Max, Max's words to him. If anyone could understand it was him. He'd come over wearing just his shorts and dog tags, not bothering with more after a long bath. With those thoughts hanging over his head, Lucas knocks the back of his hand against Max's door. "Hey, are you busy?"
here we gooo
Date: 2020-09-11 03:42 pm (UTC)But, every day that passed, he became a little more anxious. Neither of them had done much in the way of flirting. They both needed time to process it. But Max couldn't help feeling that time is running short. Soon, Lucas will want his company in the way they've both become accustomed to. But there's just one problem...
Jackie's notebook.
If Max gives Lucas what he wants, he'll have to tell-all about it later. If he doesn't... Lucas will want to know why. Max doesn't think he can lie to Lucas. No, he knows he can't.
"No, I'm not busy. You can come in," Max says, tossing aside the box of cards Jackie had printed for him. He's not ready yet. Is he? To start handing them out. He doesn't know.
Max tries to keep his voice casual, but it's a bit strained when he sees Lucas there in nothing but his shorts and those tags, "What's up?"
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Date: 2020-09-11 04:44 pm (UTC)"Oh, uh. Just wanted to swing by and say hi." Breath catches in his chest. "That's all. I can come back. No biggie."
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Date: 2020-09-11 04:48 pm (UTC)"Please?"
Well. Now he's going to have to commit. There's no way Lucas won't know something's wrong.
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Date: 2020-09-11 05:50 pm (UTC)"Yeah. Yeah," He draws in closer, reaching out without thinking to clasp Max's hand.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," A squeeze of his hand around Max's he hopes is reassuring, "But I'm here either way. Okay?"
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Date: 2020-09-11 05:59 pm (UTC)"I need to." Max says seriously. "I need to tell you. Something happened at the circus. Actually, a lot of things did. It wasn't just you. It was...a bunch of moments all at once that started to paint a picture that... isn't so pretty. And now I'm trying to figure out what to do about it."