Josh wakes up without realizing he'd fallen asleep. He yawns into someone's shirt, stirring a bit. He nearly falls out of somebody's lap when that somebody's strong arm catches him before he slips off the somebody's knees.
“Careful,” Dan's voice says.
Josh makes a tired noise when Dan pulls Josh back up into his lap, long fingers brushing long hair from his eyes.
“You fell asleep on me while I was watching Gossip Girl,” Dan says.
“Gossip Girl?” Josh mumbles. He sits up, back cracking and making the same noise a zipper makes. “Dumb.”
“Shut up,” Dan says, grabbing Josh and pulling him over for a snuggle. “You're cute when you're sleepy,” he adds quietly.
Josh smiles drowsily. “I'm tired,” he says softly.
Dan smiles, kissing Josh's forehead. “Well I have a surprise to show you when you're awake enough,” he says. Josh raises an eyebrow.
“Really now?” he asks. He giggles. “What, did you make me an incredible dessert while I was napping?”
“Well no,” Dan says, “but now that you mention that it would've been cute.” He sighs. “Two more guesses.”
Josh sighs, thinking. A surprise. “Did you buy me something stupidly expensive just because you have the money?” he asks.
Dan rolls his eyes. “You act like I'm Bill Gates or something. I may not be as rich as those guys but I think I make up for it in sex appeal.”
“Hmmm,” Josh purrs, resting his hand on Dan's chest. “Is that your surprise? You gonna fuck me?”
Dan sighs. “Well,” he says, squinting an eye in thought. Josh looks at him.
“I was kidding,” he says softly.
“I know,” Dan says. “Well that one's a maybe. But I, uh, thought you might be curious for me to take you upstairs.”
Josh's eyes widen.
“I'd love to,” he says. Dan sighs, gesturing for Josh to sit up and he does. Dan takes his hand and they go up the stone stairs to the door. Josh doesn't see what key code he punches in but Dan cracks the door. Josh vaguely smells leather in the air that rushes out. Dan steps in and holds the door open and Josh walks in, his mouth falling wide open. Of all the things he'd expected, this is not one of them.
The first thing that catches Josh's eyes is huge, plushly decorated bed, even bigger than the largest king bed he's ever seen. Then the pulley system of ropes strung across the ceiling. Then he looks over these nasty-looking metal contraptions, wooden stocks, a cage suspended from the ceiling with chains. Then he looks to the walls. Coat racks, but there are no coats. There are paddles, whips, floggers, long wound-up ropes, leashes and collars, riding crops, gags, ticklers, things he doesn't even recognize. Next to them are tables littered with sex toys – he recognizes the dildos and vibrators but some shapes he's never seen. A table covered with candles of all sizes. There's a wardrobe and a vanity with a mirror and a bunch of drawers. On top of the dresser there's that same unlabeled plastic bag from the bathroom earlier.
