Well, I’m pushing myself to write things I can sell with my erotica pen name again. Which is going…okay. I had a lot of other things I needed to deal with today, but I at least have an idea of how this section will go of my current project, now. Which is good, because a week or two ago I had no real idea of what I wanted to do. 

Except I’m too tired now to even string together a coherent lead-up to my snippet, so here, a thing I wrote:

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“You sure it’s alright that we’re here, dude? I mean, I know he said he’d talk with me, but did he really want both of us there or –”

“Jess,” Dustin said, placing a hand on Jess’s shoulder. The two of them stood in front of the gated doors leading up to Shawn’s incredible mansion. “Breathe, alright? He wants both of us here. Said to meet him at three. It’s okay.”

Jess fidgeted on his feet and worried the hem of his shirt with his fingers. “What if — what if he changes his mind, dude? What if he decides he doesn’t wanna let you be his ‘toy’ or whatever all because you’re with me and I ruin this for you and –” ***

“You’re not gonna ruin this for me,” Dustin muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looked out over the winding road that lead to Shawn’s mansion, squinting at nothing in particular. “Shawn’s an alright guy. Stop being so nervous.”

“That’s easy for you to say — he wants to have sex with you,” Jess mumbled, looking away from Dustin.

“That’s true — I do want to have sex with Dustin again, but –” Shawn slipped an arm over Jess’s shoulders, causing both Jess and Dustin to jump. “I also don’t want to cause friction between him and his boyfriend — unless the ‘friction’ is less metaphorical and more physical, of course,” he continued, winking at Dustin. Dustin’s face turned red just as Jess’s eyes grew wide.

“M-Mr. Baker…?” Jess stammered, his jaw hanging open.

“The one and only,” Shawn replied, smirking at Jess. He pulled his arm away from Jess’s shoulders pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. “I’m sorry to keep the two of you waiting. I had a meeting I needed to be at — and it ran a little late,” he said, pushing the gates open effortlessly. “Also, please, call me Shawn. I fucked your boyfriend, for Christ’s sake. I think you earned the right to call me by my first name when you gave him permission to stand in line.”

Jess nodded, wordless as Shawn waved for him and Dusin to follow. The three of them walked up to the large, french doors, Dustin and Jess always a step or two behind Shawn. Shawn turned to smile at them both over his shoulder, a mysterious glint in his eyes. Silence enveloped them, resting comfortably between the three of them as they made their way through the huge mansion.

Jess could hardly keep track of how many doors they passed until Shawn paused in front of another set of french doors and pushed them open. They entered a beautifully furnished office — maybe it was a conference room? Either way, a large desk sat towards the back of the room, complete with a leather chair resting comfortably behind it. Two other chairs sat in front of the desk and Shawn gestured to them both.

Before Jess could sit down, however, Shawn offered him his hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Jess,” he said as Jess took Shawn’s hand within his own. Shawn’s eyes lit up again and he settled into his seat. “It’s also nice to see you again, Dustin.”

Dustin nodded, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away from them both. “You two gonna discuss the rules of sharing me or what?” he asked, his cheeks quickly turning red all over again.

“That’s the plan,” Shawn said, folding his hands on top of the desk. “First, Jess. I have to ask: did you read the letter I sent?”

“Yes, I did, and — would you really do all of that? I mean, would you really want to have sex with him in front of a bunch of other people? And how often are you thinking of ‘borrowing’ Dustin, anyway?”

Shawn held up his hand, effectively cutting Jess off. “One question at a time,” he began, clearing his throat. “I’d prefer to see Dustin once a week. Ideally, he’d spend the night here, but if you’re not comfortable with that arrangement — either of you — I’d certainly understand.”

Jess glanced at Dustin, who raised an eyebrow at him. “You okay with that?” Dustin asked before Jess could ask the same question himself.

Sighing, Jess looked away from him, turning his eyes towards the ceiling. Was he okay with that? Once a week seemed to be a little much. “I think I’d be more comfortable like once every two weeks,” he said finally, returning his gaze to Shawn’s.

Shawn pursed his lips together before nodding slightly. “I can work with that,” he said, a half-smile on his face.

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