“But I’m the one who fucked up,” Gunner said, stepping back. “I take my responsibility for my mistakes. No one else.”
I looked him sternly in the eye. “You made a mistake,” I said. “But I should have known you weren’t ready for that job. You own up to what you did wrong, and I’ll own up to what I did wrong. Deal?”
Gunner swallowed, then nodded quickly. “Sounds fair.”
“Did you learn your lessons?” I asked, drawing my gaze back and forth between them. “Do you understand why that was such a bad idea?”
“Absolutely,” Malcolm answered.
Gunner shrugged. “Well, kind of…” he said teasingly.
Malcolm grabbed his elbow. “Gunner,” he said quietly. “Come on. We’ve been talking about this all week. You definitely learned your lesson.”
Gunner cocked an eyebrow. “Maybe. But maybe it takes us a while, too. Maybe we need a little extra discipline to help make it stick.”
I stared down, and my cock started to swell. “Is that what you want?” I asked, narrowing my gaze until I knew it was smoldering. “Do you need me to drive the lesson home?”
Malcolm leaned forward, whispering something in Gunner’s ear. Gunner nodded, then whispered something back, the tickle of his breath making Malcolm giggle.
“Soon,” Malcolm said, turning back to me. “But not quite yet.”
“Yeah,” Gunner added, crossing his arms. “Even a couple of young guys like us know you have to finish the date before you get to the dirty part.”
I chuckled and threw my arms over their shoulders again. “Sure do,” I said. “Now show me this metal sculpture you were talking about. I need some inspiration for new work. Otherwise I’m going to start trying to weld sculptures of my dog again.”
