BruiseMassIndex.
It was about as cool as the one I’d chosen for him, @404NotFound.
Maybe he could change that now…
I’d sure as fuck found and claimed his overthinking ass.
Once I had an account, I searched for him, knowing he’d registered a profile a few years ago.
Sure enough.
I sent him a friend request before I began hunting down the others I knew at Mclean, mainly some of the founding members and the ones they’d stolen from us. Nora, Lane, Corey, Lin, Beau…
Their online community was impressive. A Sadist could get used to sneaking information here. Members wrote their own journals and shared interesting information in the discussion threads.
Their event schedule was packed too. Demos, club nights, bondage sessions, big events and small, and chill get-togethers. Three kinds of monthly munches. One where the entire community was welcome, hosted at Macklin’s on K Street—good restaurant—one for the Mclean Littles, and one for rope enthusiasts.
The more I read, the better I felt about us moving on from Old Town. This was what we needed, a solid community where Max and I could get to know new people, dip our toes in the nonsexual end of the pool for casual play with masos—and they actually had a pool too. But for as much as I was beginning tolook forward to a more active social life, I hoped Max didn’t want to venture further in terms of play with others. I finally had him. Lord knew I’d waited in line long enough.
“Alex?”
“Um, yeah…hold on.” Alex finished typing what he was working on, then glanced at Max. “What’s up?”
I looked at him too, and I saw what he was gearing up for. He cleared his throat and threw a dish towel over his shoulder.
I lifted my brows.You’re not even gonna let him finish his studying?
Evidently not. “I wanted to tell you that I’ve met someone.”
Some twenty-five years ago…
“Whoa.” Alex straightened in his seat, visibly surprised.
My mouth twitched.
Truth be told, I’d expected to be at least a little bit nervous, but when push came to shove, my only source of worry for so long had been Max himself. And I’d locked him down properly, so I guessed that was all there was to it.
“You know him already,” Max confirmed.
Alex’s initial reaction was to glance at me quickly, and that settled things for me even more. We weren’t a shock to anyone who knew us. Dylan certainly wasn’t going to be surprised when I called him tomorrow.
I let a smile break free.
The kid smiled back, then chuckled and faced his dad. “You and Uncle Reid?” he pressed.
“Yes.” Max nodded. “How do you feel about that?”
Alex shrugged and scratched his nose. “All good. Congrats and stuff. Maybe Moms can quit talking about it now. Every time you see each other, they gossip about if you’re together or not.”
Well. There we go.
“Can you relax now, darlin’?” I asked Max.
He let out a breath and chuckled, maybe at himself. “I suppose so.”
“Darlin’,” Alex snickered. “That’s weird.”
I smirked.
