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Twenty-Three

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Owen glanced over at Wyatt, who was in the driver's seat of his car, hair pulled back in a rubber band. He'd made David put his hair up after struggling with the hair band for a few minutes, and it made Owen's heart clench. He'd put off asking about meeting his parents for brunch in the hopes that Wyatt would turn it down because it was too last minute, but to his surprise, Wyatt had been more than gung-ho about it. It was admittedly relieving that Wyatt wanted to meet his parents, but... he was nervous.

His dad had definitely realized he was wearing a collar, and once he caught sight of the one around David's neck, with the much more visible implications. David hadn't wanted to take his collar off, and Owen couldn't take his off because if he did it was like admitting to his dad that it was a collar. Owen's hand reached up and ran along the band of his collar thoughtlessly, his heart calming before it could even start to race.

He was okay. His parents were pretty chill, all things considered. He didn't have to worry. He could handle this. They were just necklaces in his parents eyes because that's what he'd told them. They weren't tech savvy, so they wouldn't have researched BDSM. And if they ever had, he had an excuse for what the acronym was... Beer, Dogs, and Sailor Moon? Sounds believable enough, right? Absolutely not, but it would definitely distract his parents from further research.

"Uggggh, learn to fucking drive, arseholes!" Wyatt huffed, his hands gripping into the steering wheel of his car, annoyance crossing his face as someone in a Honda Civic cut him off and proceeded to drive like ten miles an hour under the speed limit for some reason. "Wolfie, sweetheart, can you do me a favor and check my phone? Tell me where I'm supposed to turn."

Owen nodded his head and grabbed Wyatt's phone, pulling it open and checked his maps app quickly, looking over it carefully before scanning the street signs.

"Turn left at the next red light," Owen said, making Wyatt nod his head.

"I thought so but I wanted to check. Thanks," Wyatt said, flipping on his turn signal as he eased his way over into the left lane. Owen nodded his head. David laughed, his eyes looking up over the edge of his phone.

"What is PENIS mean? Wrong answers only." David asked, making Owen raise an eyebrow.

"Pneumatic, Electronic, Numbing, Industrial Satisfier," Owen answered, making Wyatt giggle. David laughed and looked towards Wyatt for his answer.

"Uhhh Pointy Epidermis Needed Incase of Sex," Wyatt answered, and David laughed again, brighter this time, somehow.

"Epidermis? As a doctor, I'm impressed. What about STAIRS?" David asked, making Wyatt giggle.

"Steps To Access Inevitably Raised Structures," Wyatt answered, giggling a little.

"Oh my god," David giggled. "Owen?"

"Successful Technology And Information Resource Strategies," Owen answered, and David laughed harder.

"That's such a wrong answer, it's right." David giggled. "Arms are like legs for your torso."

"Only in space." Wyatt said, making David laugh.

"How?" David asked.

"It's complicated. You will need a box with holes in it, nine ducks, two bowls of Wonton soup, and a fire hose at full pressure. It can help to have skis, fireworks, and cheese." Wyatt said, a playful look taking over his face. "I suggest that before you start you put on some sturdy rubber boots and update your will."