Free Brats in Training 3: Dangerous Dusty by Stormy Glenn

Antonio’s. He knew Dusty was nervous. He could feel the small shudders that shook the little man growing in strength the closer to the restaurant that they walked.
    “Calm, baby,” Alexander whispered into Dusty’s ear. “Remember your calm. Center yourself. Concentrate on my voice, and only my voice.”
    “Can’t we go home?” Dusty asked, desperation putting a slight tremor in Dusty’s voice. Before they could reach the doors, Dusty spun on his heels and looked up at Alexander. “Please, sir, I’ll meditate. I’ll suck you off, anything. Let’s just go home.”
    Alexander curved his hand over the side of Dusty’s face for a moment and then slid it back farther to grab Dusty’s braid, wrapping the thick braid around his hand and tightening his grip. He could see Dusty’s swift inhale in the pleasure that washed over his face.
    “You’ll be fine, Dusty. I promise.”
    Worry instantly filled Dusty’s soft blue eyes. “But, sir—”
    “What has you the most worried, Dusty?”
    Alexander was pretty sure that Dusty’s little frown was the cutest damn thing he had ever seen. It matched the sweetness in his eyes. Which was one of the reasons Alexander had set up this little dinner with his friends. He wanted Jacob, Taylor, and Michael to meet the single most important person in his life. And he wanted Dusty to meet his friends.
    “I don’t want to embarrass you, sir, and we both know it will happen.”
    “No, it won’t. Firstly, because nothing you do could possibly embarrass me, no matter how clumsy you get. Secondly, because you will not be clumsy. You, my sweet little man, are graceful when you forget about being nervous, and I will do everything in my power to make sure you forget.”
    Dusty’s eyes fluttered madly as his head snapped back. “Really?”
    “Would you like a demonstration?”
    Dusty licked his lips as his eyes dropped down to Alexander’s mouth. “Okay,” he croaked out.
    Alexander grinned and leaned in to capture Dusty’s sweet lips. A hint of mint floated across his tongue, a flavor that he had come to associate with Dusty. Alexander groaned as Dusty’s mouth automatically opened to him.
    No matter what he threw in Dusty’s direction, the man readily accepted it. He spent hours kneeling on a pillow, meditating. He’d even gotten good at staying calm when Alexander played with him.
    And that just might be Alexander’s favorite way to play with Dusty. He’d sit in a chair and watch Dusty fall into a meditative state and then move down to the floor to join him, touching him and stroking him.
    In the beginning, Dusty would instantly fall apart, usually coming all over the both of them. But little by little, Dusty learned to control himself, going longer and longer without coming. Alexander always rewarded him by fucking Dusty until he was a melted pile of goo.
    As fantastic as the sex was, and it was truly out of this world, watching Dusty gain confidence as he learned to center himself and become the graceful man that Alexander knew he was, that was the most rewarding thing for Alexander.
    In just the few short weeks that they had been living together, Dusty had grown in leaps and bounds. They had even managed to avoid the emergency room except for once, when Dusty had experienced one of his meltdowns and fallen headfirst into the limo door. But those meltdowns were usually few and far between now.
    Except for tonight.
    Alexander reluctantly pulled his lips away from Dusty when he heard someone chuckle close by. He turned to see Taylor and Doby standing next to the main doors of Antonio’s. Taylor had a wide grin on his face. Doby was giggling behind the hand he held up to his mouth.
    “Taylor, Doby.” Alexander nodded in their direction before glancing down into Dusty’s serene face. “This is my baby, Dusty.”
    Taylor nodded respectfully. Doby bounced right on over. Dusty spun around and shrank back against Alexander, a stunned look on his face.
    “Hi, I’m Doby.”