La Maison 2: Differences (Complete: BDSM mxm)

December 1

A/N: so one POV per chapter - I said that, yeah? Turns out it isn't practical, and my amazing organization skills come to the fore again. Anyway, so, instead, it will be one chapter per day and changes in POV will be clearly marked.

As per, please leave your thoughts in the comments :-) 

This is time jumped about four months after the prologue:

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Landon

I sit back in my chair, Russo by my knees, stroking me through my pants while I casually entwine my fingers through his long, soft hair. The show on the stage is distracting enough; Frankie has been edging Ellis up there with sensation play for almost an hour, and Ellis' golden skin is glistening under the lights, frustration coloring his whimpers of desire. I check my watch; Gray and Liam should have arrived by now and I allow myself to hope they had a safe flight to London. I'm not a fan of flying, myself, but then I'm not from the same jet-setting lifestyle as Frankie and Gray, with their trust funds, or even the others, with their varying career choices and the successes those have brought. I'm just a pediatric oncologist, though I love my job, despite all the pressure it brings. 

I suspect Frankie charges me a reduced annual membership fee here at the club, never increasing it from the notional amount when he first opened, which I'm thankful for because I doubt I'd be able to afford more, even if I don't know what the full fee is, but the fact that I'm surrounded by millionaire, and even billionaire, Doms gives me some clue.

I've known Frankie and Gray almost the same amount of time, because I met Gray on our first day of college as we were both pre-med, and Frankie about two hours later, due to those two always being joined at the hip back then. We used to get called the three musketeers – I know, witty, right? – because we were fairly inseparable and, I don't know, something about swordplay...

We stayed close through medical school, even though it was intense because we both were fast tracked through our specializations, and Frankie had joined the Marines halfway through college. I wasn't even surprised the day they both sat me down with immensely serious faces to tell me they were into BDSM and were Dominants. A lot of things fell into place when they said that. 

They admitted they'd told me because Frankie had decided to leave the forces and develop his own club and they wanted me to join them too and be a member, so I'd have to learn all this domination stuff. I was a bit hurt that Gray had waited over three years to tell me that he'd started doing all that kink when he went to London for a year during his Bachelor's degree, especially as we'd had threesomes since then with 'boyfriends' of his – who I then realized must have been submissives. But I got over it quickly, and it turned out I could find myself pretty into the whole bondage and domination thing, though I'm definitely not a sadist.

Russo is cute, his straight long hair adding to the overall femininity of his features, and right now his pouting lips are busily working away at my cock, as Frankie comes into the VIP area. He looks worried, and I stop Russo, pulling him up to sit next to me on the couch, as I turn to Frankie, who's sipping amber liquid in a crystal class.

"Ellis okay?" I question, because he seems to have left him alone quickly after their public scene.

"Fast asleep. I barely got through his aftercare. He hasn't been sleeping well. At least the scene relaxed him."

"Unsettled after the move?" Ellis has just moved in with Frankie, and I wonder if the pressure of cohabiting might be getting to him.

"Maybe. But I think it's more than that. He's been having pretty bad nightmares for a few nights, but he won't tell me what they're about."