The Human Experiment (bxbxb)

We Will Make It Work

"Oh my god, he's dressed up super fancy."

"Can we just screw him now? We have an extra tube of lube..."

"I believe the question is, can Bryce screw him now."

"Whatever. Oh, uh, he's staring."

"Oh my god! I overdressed. I'm so embarrassed," Rolland shouted as he turned to run back into his room, but Dartanian just grabbed him and tossed his squirming body over his shoulder with a chuckle.

"Time to go out. Thank god he didn't wear this to the restaurant, though, I may have done something rated R in the dining room."

"D-Dart. Argh! Put me down, you guys!"

"Technically, I'm the only one carrying you..."

"I think he thinks of us as a single entity."

"So I should get to screw him again and it would technically be you?"

"Nice try. You aren't getting any when it's my turn."

"Hmph."

Dart set Rolland down before opening the door to their truck and signing.

"In."

"But I wanna change. You guys are in jeans and sweaters, I'm in a darn suit."

"Nope."

He was suddenly shoved into the cab of the truck, then squeezed between both brothers as Bryce got into the driver's seat and Dart smooshed him to the middle from the passenger's side. Since he was basically stuck, he put the seat belt on and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting as Bryce got them on our way.

"Awww, look. He's pouting."

Dart reached over and poked Rolland's cheek, making him growl and stare down at his lap.

"Stop it."

He poked Rolland again. Then again. Then Rolland snapped his head to the side and bit his finger.

"Ouch! He bit me!"

"You did just poke him three times when he said not to."

"Shut up."

The truck stopped only minutes after they had left the dorms, making Rolland look up curiously.

Huh... Hibachi? What's that?

He looked sideways at Bryce, but he was already getting out of the truck. Okay... He turned toward Dart.

"What is Hibachi?"

Dartanian smirked, winked, and then grabbed Rolland's hand after undoing his seat belt, yanking him right out of the truck before shutting the door behind him and signing with one hand as they walked.

"You'll see."

Before Rolland could ask again, he was pulled inside, then ushered to a booth with a table in the middle of it. Curiosity had him lifting his hand, wanting to touch the weird thing, but Bryce quickly snatched it away, shaking his head before signing.

"It's hot. Don't touch."

His brows furrowed in annoyance as he set his hand in his lap.

"Why would they put a hot table in front of us?"

There was a little room to actually eat on a table surrounding the hot one but still, what the heck?

"Hello, boys, what can I get you to drink?"