“It’s fine. I just avoid him.”
Rooster wasn’t sure how Knuckles was supposed to find someone to play with or learn about himself if he was avoiding one of the main teachers, but he decided not to press further at the moment. Knuckles’s cheeks were already rosy, and he looked about two seconds away from bolting out of the room, obviously still uncomfortable talking about this side of himself.
“Well, we’re going to be having some bigger parties after the New Year,” Rooster said. “That will bring in some more people for you to try some things with.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Knuckles said, shrugging.
Neither of them said anything else for a long moment. Rooster mostly just watched him, trying to figure out if there was a way for him to help his friend accept himself and his needs. Knuckles had bounced from one woman to another for most of his adult life, except for the last year. As far as Rooster knew, he hadn’t seriously dated anyone since… last winter, maybe? He wasn’t even sure. Knuckles had just gotten so quiet, not bragging about dates or asking others to be his wingman when he went out.
At least now that he knew what was bothering him, Rooster could be there for him more and offer any support he needed.
Knuckles cleared his throat, and Rooster straightened, hopeful he was going to share a little more about his reticence or what he needed to move forward.
Instead, he drawled, “Can we be fucking done with this conversation?”
Chuckling, Rooster stood and stepped around his chair, clapping Knuckles on the shoulder. “Yeah, man. I was worriedyou were drinking too much or getting into some heavy drugs or something. I’m glad it’s just an identity crisis.”
Knuckles shoved at him, a small scowl on his face. “Jeez, asshole. Way to assume the worst.”
Rooster held his hands up in surrender as he made his way toward the door. “Hazard of the job, man. You start seeing that shit everywhere.”
Just as he was stepping back out into the hallway, he heard Knuckles say his name. He glanced back over his shoulder and found his friend still sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders slumped, face drawn with worry. Before he could even say anything, Rooster gave him a sad smile.
It killed him that Knuckles felt like he couldn’t be open with more of the club, but he still said, “I won’t say anything to anyone.”
Knuckles visibly relaxed. “Thanks, man. It’s not that I’m embarrassed. I just…”
“You don’t have to explain,” Rooster said. “It’s no one’s business unless you want to share it with them.”
He just hoped that day would come sooner rather than later, and he could find his old self again.
Rooster didn’t realize what was happening at first.
He was enjoying the movie, and he thought everyone around him was as well. It was rare for so many of his friends to be free at the same time, so they’d gathered around one of the huge TVsin the clubhouse and picked a monster movie he’d seen before but thoroughly enjoyed.
If it had lots of teeth and destroyed property while eating people, Rooster was into it.
About halfway through, he finally noticed his little boy was squirming in his lap. They were in one of the large recliners, their legs kicked up. His little boy had blushed adorably when he’d first pulled him down, arranging them so his back was to Rooster’s chest, but he’d settled in quickly after seeing how many of the others had tugged their boys into their laps.
He tightened his arms around Emmett’s waist, wondering if that was what he wanted, and it seemed to still his movements. The movie probably wasn’t something his boy enjoyed, but he’d let him watch cartoons when they went back to his place afterward.
Rooster was just getting back into the movie, trying to remember who the monster was going to eat next, when Emmett wiggled again and made a soft sound. A delicate little moan that he wasveryfamiliar with.
His focus ripped away from the TV, and the rest of the group came into focus. Before he could figure out how to ask Emmett what on earth was turning his little boy on so much, he spotted the source. Just to their right, CJ had slipped to the floor and was kneeling between Tank’s knees, his husband’s cock all the way down his throat.
It wasn’t the first time Rooster had seen the two of them messing around. He had learned through the classes the two were exhibitionists, and they had no problem testing out new equipment or techniques after the class ended and in front ofother club members. But it was the first time he’d seen them engaging in something sexual outside of that context.
A quick glance around let him see most of the group wasn’t paying attention to the movie anymore, though Houston kept glancing back at the TV like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to look more. Six was on the opposite side of the couch from Tank, with Ollie sitting sideways on his lap and one of his hands under his boy’s short skirt.
Tipping his head down, Rooster whispered in Emmett’s ear, “Do you have a problem, my little wiggle worm?”
Emmett nodded and pressed his head back against Rooster’s shoulder, his whole body shivering as he rubbed against Rooster’s half-hard cock. He hadn’t even noticed himself reacting, but he wasn’t surprised by it. Hell, just having Emmett in his lap was enough to get his blood heating.
Slipping one hand down over Emmett’s soft sweater, he fingered the button of his jeans through the material. “Would you like Daddy to do something about that?”
Emmett’s nod was slower to come, his attention fixated on the couple to their right.
Instead of opening Emmett’s jeans right there, he lowered the footrest on his chair as quietly as he could, not wanting to disrupt anyone else. Then, guided Emmett to his feet before standing as well and grabbing his hand, tugging him away from the free sex show and toward the back of the clubhouse.
