Chapter 21
Toby had dressed in leather head to toe. He was wearing his black short-sleeved dress shirt and black leather jeans, along with his very traditional police cap and heavy boots. He felt tall and strong, and fit right into the crowd of Doms at the club.
He’d dressed Roper up too, and the boy looked so delicious that all he wanted to do now was take the boy home.
They’d only just arrived though, so that might look a little strange.
Roper stayed close to him, hot and touching him, fingers on his body.
He steered Roper away from the bar. They didn’t need to drink yet, and it was crowded by the bar. “I’m hoping you’ll dance with me tonight. What do you think?”
“I’d love to.” Roper chuckled for him, one hand barely brushing his ass. “Very much.”
A couple of subs passed by and looked for a second like they might say hello, but something seemed to change their mind, and they moved on.
“You’re scaring them off, boy. So intimidating.”
“Good. You’re mine, Professor, and I know it.” Roper lifted his face for a kiss.
The boy certainly did know it. He bent and gave Roper the kiss the boy was asking for, sliding one arm around Roper’s bare back.
Roper leaned into his touch, lips parting, tongue sliding against his. Naughty boy.
He loved every bit of it.
He hadn’t intended to put on a show, but by the time they parted, he realized they probably had. Ah, well. He was proud of his boy, and he could see in Roper’s eyes that his boy was as turned on by a little public display as he was.
“Tobin. I hope I’m not interrupting.”
“You might be, but we have all night.” He stuck out a hand to Greg, who shook it firmly. “Greg, you remember Roper.”
“Of course. Very good to see you back at the club, Roper.” Greg smiled kindly at Roper. “It seems to be more successful than your first visit.”
Roper glanced up at him, then smiled at Greg. “Thank you, Sir. I believe so.”
“I’ll be in touch soon about a membership for Roper, registered as mine.”
Greg smiled. “I had a feeling. I heard about your exit from the club the other night. You caused quite a stir. Everyone was talking about it.”
Roper blushed, but managed not to grin, which pleased Toby. He liked having this bit of control, this shared secret.
“Mhm. Roper had earned that.”
Greg laughed. “I’m glad he has you. Welcome to the family, Roper. I hope you find a home here. Talk soon, Tobin.”
Toby nodded and Greg headed off to chat with another couple.
“So, are we going to sit and snuggle?” Roper winked at him.
“No. You’re a dangerous snuggler. We’re going to dance.” He took Roper by the hips and steered his boy toward the dance floor. “You may have to lead, of all embarrassing things.”
In fact, he didn’t find it embarrassing at all. Stereotypes were for other people.
“Eh. You and me? We can polish belt buckles and make everyone stare in pure jealousy.”
“You are naughty. I’m growing fond of that.” He focused on Roper and pulled him into the crowd. “We do look pretty damn good.”
“Of course we do. You dressed me up all sweet for you.”
“I did.” And the shorts were not too tiny, not even for Roper’s perfect ass. He put his arm around his boy. “Polishing belt buckles, you say?”
“That’s what I mean. You and me, basically fucking on the dance floor.”
“Damn.” Well, this could be fun. Maybe he should have stuck with the snuggle. He pulled Roper closer. “You didn’t tell me that showing off was one of your kinks.”
Roper chuckled softly. “Mmm…showing off is one of your kinks. Exciting you is one of mine.”
He rolled his eyes because of course Roper was spot on about him, as usual. “Kitten.” He pulled Roper close and swayed, dropping one hand low to cup his boy’s ass.
“Roper? Is that you? Jesus, what are you wearing?”
His boy’s face went still, all the relaxation gone in a rush. “I’m leaving.”
There was a carbon copy of his boy, standing there, and Toby could never ever confuse the two. There was no way.
He wasn’t sure what the right move was, but he knew leaving wasn’t it. He took Roper’s wrist and held it tight. Ryder was dressed up, but not like Roper. Not at all. “Ryder. I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“Toby.” Charles stepped close to Ryder. “Good to see you.”
Roper and Ryder were staring at each other, and Toby knew his boy was either going to explode or run, and it was his job to prevent both of those things.
“Excellent to see you too. What a surprise.”
Charles nodded and smiled. “We popped into town for a couple of days before we head to London. I have business there, and we wanted to sightsee.”
There was no question that Roper was rolling his eyes.
“London. Very nice. You know, I wonder if there’s a free room where the boys could…talk…safely?”
Charles raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure Ryder is prepared to talk.”
He knew Roper wasn’t, but he couldn’t see letting these brothers walk away from each other either.
“It’s cool, Professor. If he’s not ready, he’s not.” Roper looked Ryder up and down, arched one eyebrow.
“Oh, stop it, Ro. You just… I can’t talk to you when you’re dressed like…that.”
Roper looked amazing, and he wasn’t going to allow Ryder to make him self-conscious. He leveled his gaze on Ryder. “I dressed him, boy. Charles?”
Charles gave him one sharp nod. “Ryder, apologize to Master Toby.”
“I’m sorry, Sir, but…you—”
Roper stepped right up to his brother. “What? I what? I’m happy. Leave me alone. That’s what your position was, right? You were happy. Leave you alone?”
“Oh, shut up. You just…” Ryder rolled his eyes. “God, you look all sexy and hot. It’s awful. You’re my brother.”
“Yes, asshole. I know.” Roper stuck his tongue out at Ryder. “I’m dancing with my Professor. Shoo.”
Charles sighed and took hold of Roper’s shoulder. “Shall I call you when we get back from London?”
He nodded. “Do that. And perhaps teach your boy that ‘I’m sorry, but…’ is not an apology.”
Charles gave him a sideways grin. “I’ll call you.”
“Looking forward to it.” Maybe. Potentially. Possibly not.
Roper grabbed Toby, pushed into his arms, and held on. He could feel his boy’s heartbeat, quick and hard.
The first thing he did was dance them away from Ryder. Then he bent to his boy’s ear and said, “I’ve got you, kitten.”
“I know. I have you too, Professor. Don’t let go?”
“Not for a second.” At least not until he got his boy home.
Roper nodded, pushed in closer, and his eyes closed even as the lights dimmed a bit.
“You look amazing. You’re gorgeous.”
“Yeah?” Roper lifted his head and searched his eyes. “I need you to think so.”
“Roper, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. In leather, in sweatpants, or in absolutely nothing.” Especially in nothing.
“This is more sexual than nothing, because it’s all for you.” Roper rubbed against him, nice and easy.
“Agreed.” All for him. His boy made him want to stand tall, square his shoulders. Roper also made him want to find a private room.
The music slowed, became more sensual and driving, and Roper rocked into him.
He wanted to get his boy’s mind off of Ryder, so he went with it. Or at least that’s what he told himself. Roper was such a sensual, sexual creature—he was difficult to resist for any reason.
He could feel his boy’s heat, the growing ridge against his thigh.
“You’re going to have to hold onto that ache for a while, boy. I still want to dance.” He eased back just a little, enough that Roper couldn’t get the friction he was seeking.
“So mean to me.” Roper’s tease was warm and fond. “Evil Professor.”
“I’m exactly as evil as you are, kitten.” And he was looking forward to proving it.
“Promise?” His kitten nipped his chin.
“No biting.” He kissed that mouth. “I swear.”
“No biting?” Roper hummed softly, melting against him. “Scratching?”
He snorted. “Not on the dance floor, kitten.”
“No fair…” Roper chuckled softly, his eyelids going heavy.
“Life isn’t fair. Especially for brats.” He swayed Roper in a circle, not really paying attention to the music.
“Poor, poor me.” Roper’s expression was pure joy, and he loved to see it.
“Poor, poor you.” He gave one of Roper’s nipples a pinch.
“Be nice, or I’ll get them pierced, and they’ll be off limits.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Nothing is off limits for me. I’ll put rings in and run a chain through them and attach them to the one behind your balls.”
“Nope. They’ll be just for me. No touching.” Oh, someone was begging for his attention.
He understood. Ryder’s comments were unsettling. Ryder’s very presence had been unsettling. It hadn’t occurred to him they might run into Charles at the club, though it probably should have. He knew better for next time. “There is literally no part of you that I can’t touch, boy.”
“Are you sure?” Roper licked his lips, eyes focused and shining at him.
Toby caught one of the boy’s wrists, folded it behind his back and pulled him in close. “Do you need me to prove it to you?”
“Fuck yes. Please.”
That was his boy—hungry, playful, and honest about his needs.
“Go to the bar, ask them if they have a room. If they do, get a key and tell them to put it on my tab.” He let Roper go, giving his ass a swat. “Go.”
“You got it, Professor.” Roper wandered off, ass swaying side-to-side, showing off, taunting him.
He sighed and shook his head, watching his boy go. Beautiful brat.
“He’s stunning.” One of the Doms standing near a table followed his gaze. “Truly.”
“He is. I’m very lucky.” He nodded, eyes still on his boy.
Roper glanced back at him, then bent over the bar, showing off that leather-clad ass.
The Dom chuckled. “You’ve got your hands full with him, I see.”
“I do.” He was going to get a handful of that ass shortly. “Just how I like it.”
“Excellent. Have a great night. I hope you both have a blast.” The Dom winked at him. “I’m jealous.”
He chuckled. “Good luck to you.” He was pretty sure he saw the bartender hand Roper a key, so he headed over.
Roper smiled as he walked over, dangling a key on his finger. “Got one!”
He nodded, letting the boy keep the key. “Lead the way.”