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Booker/Nile, Booker & Team, BDSM Club AU (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-10-11 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/3653.html?thread=998981#cmt998981
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It had been a lovely surprise for Joe, when his old college friend Booker texted him that he had moved to the same city, and he invited Booker out for a few drinks to welcome him to town. Three beers in, they had regained all of their old camaraderie even though it had been nearly ten years and they had lost touch over the decade, and Joe had an arm slung loosely over Booker’s shoulder when all of a sudden something occurred to him.
He nudged Booker, lightly, and gave him a conspiratorial wink. “So,” he asked. “You met anyone...special lately?” Booker knew immediately what Joe meant, of course—after too many late night confessions while they were roommates their last year of university, Joe knew about almost all of Booker’s kinks, and in return Booker knew way too much about Joe’s then-long distance boyfriend Nicky, who was a switch like himself. There was a surprising flash of sadness in Booker’s eyes, a genuine look of grief, and then he shook his head. “No, nobody,” he replied, sounding a little dejected, and, well, Joe couldn’t have that.
“Hey,” he murmured, slipping a business card into Booker’s shirt pocket and patting it a little sloppily. “My friend, Andy. She and her wife Quynh have a place, it’s a good place,” he insisted. “Andy and Quynh run a tight ship, a safe space that’s very welcoming. Give her a call if you want to stop by sometime, Nicky and I go every Thursday night and a number of our friends work there.”
Booker dialled the number a few days later in a fit of pique, and obviously hadn’t realised that Andy vetted everyone who came to the club, which turned out to be a mildly terrifying experience. She invited him to a cafe, sat outside with him, fingers tapping impatiently against the table. He felt like she was scrutinising every move he made, every tentative half-answer. She asked him seemingly innocuous questions about himself, then more personal things about what he was interested in—not the details, but trying to get a general sense. He squirmed under her gaze, equal parts terrified and turned on, and he had no remote idea what she thought of him, her face impassive, but the next day he had a text from Joe that was just a string of thumbs up emojis and then a follow up that said “Andy says you’re good people (obviously!) and that you should come by the club sometime sooooon.”
It took him a week to work up his courage to go, and he purposefully decided on Thursday night, when Joe had said that he would be there. It had been long enough since they had been out of touch that he didn’t know any of Joe’s friends except for Nicky (Booker hadn’t been surprised in the slightest that they were still together, now married for three years). Joe had tried to tell him about each of them, but Booker had been a bit overwhelmed and had forgotten some of the details. There was Nile, a baby Domme and killer bartender that Andy and Quynh had taken under their wing; there was Copley, who apparently had a career that nobody could talk about and liked to forget about the stress of his day job by getting whipped until he bled, and then there were a few more characters that Booker had forgotten. He hoped that they weren’t all as sexy and intimidating as Andy, or he felt like he would melt into a puddle by the end of the night.
Booker was so worried about showing up late that he showed up uncomfortably early, looking in despair around the nearly-empty club. He heard a soft chuckle from behind the bar, and looked over to see a young woman with a cute smile that he knew immediately would be Nile. “You’re the fresh blood, aren’t you?” She asked, leaning on her elbows on the bar. “Andy told me to look out for you.” He laughed, shrugging a little sheepishly. “Am I that obvious?”
She grinned enigmatically. “I plead the fifth.” She quirked her head, as if trying to figure something out. “Your accent...French?” He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Guilty as charged.”
“Well, monsieur, what can I get you?” She asked, and he thought to himself how cute she was before he pushed the thought away, forcefully. He didn’t need to alienate all of Joe’s friends right from the get-go. “Uh, a gin and tonic?” He ventured and she shook her head good-naturedly. “Only non-alcoholic drinks here, sorry. Andy’s rules.” She leaned over the bar a bit to whisper to him. “Privately, I can confess that Andy doesn’t always follow her own rules and sometimes she makes an exception for her friends too, but we’d better play it safe on your first night. I can mix something up that I think you’ll like if you like gin and tonics?” She suggested, quirking an eyebrow, and he nodded, looking around what he could see of the club while she mixed up his drink. There was what was clearly a main stage for floor shows, then a number of cozy nooks and crannies where people could be at least partially secluded and a hallway which he suspected led to private playrooms.
He couldn’t tell quite what she had mixed together, but it definitely had that combination of pleasant fizz and juniper berries that he enjoyed in a good gin and tonic, and he tipped his head, impressed. “This is delicious,” he thanked her. “How much do I owe you?” But she waved away his wallet, grinning as she spotted Joe and Nicky coming in. “I think we can afford to treat you on your first night here. Consider it a welcome gift, on the house.”
For all his anxiety, Booker needn’t have worried—he fit into their little group nicely. He had always liked Nicky when he would come visit them in college, Copley was sweet and eager to please, Nile was a ray of sunshine, and Andy and Quynh were terrifying but surprisingly friendly. He had never seen anything quite as hot in his entire life as when he would watch Andy, Quynh, or both pick a sub out of the crowd, take them up onto the main stage and break them apart piece by piece.
Booker secretly always wished that they would pick him, but he never made a move himself, not with them or any of their friends, too afraid that it would mess up their burgeoning friendship if a scene didn’t go well—or if it went too well and he started to develop feelings. He had no shortage of people ready to give him what he wanted, anyway—especially once it became known around the club for being willing to try pretty much anything. It wasn’t...well, it wasn’t the greatest feeling to know that he had developed a reputation as a wanton slut who would take any kind of pain and degradation without complaint, but, well, at least it meant that he had a scene partner every Thursday night, meant that for a few minutes he could get what he needed and quiet the constant roaring in his mind, the rush of grief and unwanted memories.
He was willing to do anything, would stammer out “green” even when he was in agony and hating himself, but he usually asked for one of the private rooms. Bad enough he had to know the desperation he was capable of, he didn’t want his new friends to have to see it too. He caught a glimpse of pity or concern anyway sometimes, usually from Andy, when he would come back from a scene to curl up bonelessly on a plush velvet bench next to the others, usually still bleeding or covered in someone’s cooling release underneath his loose clothing.
It was going well, he thought, and if he wasn’t happy—wasn’t sure he could ever be happy again—he at least felt a little more settled, between his new friends and his Thursday nights filled with pain.
Re: Booker/Nile, Booker & Team, BDSM Club AU (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-10-11 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)I love that Joe and Booker pick right up where they left. I love that Andy and Quynh are both terrifying and friendly. And I am so very curious what’s going on with Booker — why the grief and what he’s after in the scene too, it seems like what he’s doing now is driven more by grief than pleasure.
I can’t wait to read more! Thank you so much for writing this!!
Re: Booker/Nile, Booker & Team, BDSM Club AU (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-10-11 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)Booker/Nile, Booker & Team, BDSM Club AU (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-10-11 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)He should have known it couldn’t last. He had been spending the past couple of Thursdays with the same Dom, a guy named Will who was built like a truck, had a brutal hand with a riding crop, and liked to see Booker cry. Booker liked to have a chance to cry, to finally let the tears slip that were always simmering just under the surface but that he couldn’t seem to let go otherwise. “You’re so beautiful like this,” Will had told him, running his fingers over the welts on Booker’s back, and Booker preened under even that tiny bit of praise. “Want to show you off,” Will continued, and Booker was so loose-limbed and blissed out in that moment that he would have agreed to anything, and so he promised Will that they could do a show the next week.
He almost wanted to back out, his nerves coiling in his gut as the moment approached, but his friends were so excited about it, coming early to get a front row view. Nile even stepped away from the bar to watch, nudging Booker excitedly. “Finally we get to see you after you’ve been hiding yourself away in those private rooms! I can’t wait, I’m sure it’ll be beautiful,” and Booker stifled a sigh as he imagined what she would really think when she was watching them.
It started off alright, Will tying his hands behind his back and slapping Booker’s cheeks a bit with his cock, and then he ordered Booker to suck him off, which wasn’t exactly a hardship. The problem started when Will decided to give him one of those impossible challenges that he enjoyed concocting so that he would have an excuse to punish Booker. “Get me off in less than a minute, whore,” he commanded, and Booker didn’t mind a little degradation but Will really seemed to get off on calling him names. Still, he did his best, pulling out all the tricks he knew as he gagged himself on Will’s cock, hoping against hope that it would be enough.
It wasn’t. It was never enough, just like Booker himself, and when Booker heard a soft gasp from Nile he realised that he must have said that last bit out loud. Oops. Will just grinned though, all teeth, and yanked painfully on Booker’s hair. “That’s right, you aren’t even a very good slut,” he said, and spat right in Booker’s face. “Can’t do anything right except take pain, isn’t that right? Well, I’m going to give you what you deserve,” he said and shoved Booker to the floor, one booted foot on his back to hold him down. “This is all you’re good for,” he proclaimed, and brought the crop down hard on Booker’s shoulders. Booker gave a cry, his eyes already filling with tears, and squirmed under the blow. Will’s boot only pressed down harder, and Booker whimpered. “I’m sorry,” he gasped out as Will hit him, again and again. When Will asked him his colour at one point, he said green like he always did, even as he was curling in on himself and murmuring “stop, please, please stop,” in between sobs.
Will hit him even harder after Booker said green, and he was a wretched thing at this point, snot running down his face as he cried, his eyes desperate and haunted. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” he pleaded, shoulders hunched in agony, and he braced himself for another hard stroke of the crop when Andy’s voice rang out, clear and firm. “Stop. Can’t you see he’s not alright?”
Will stopped, but he just laughed, low and ugly. “He said green, he likes it rough like this,” he defended, and Andy walked onto the stage, all quiet fire, and took the crop out of his hand. “I know what green looks like, and nobody likes giving it to someone roughly more than I do, but this isn’t green and he isn’t okay. I want you to get off this stage right now and leave, or else it’s the last time you come to this club, do you understand me?” Will looked as if he was going to argue before thinking better of it and leaving with a huff, his cock still hanging absurdly out of his jeans.
Andy handed the crop off to Quynh, bending down to press a surprisingly tender kiss to Booker’s tear-tracked cheek, and that just made him sob harder. “Shh, I’ve got you,” she murmured, for his ears only. “You did really well, none of this is your fault,” she promised, carding her fingers through his hair. “You tried so hard to be good, nobody could have done more than you did,” she continued to reassure him, soothing him with soft touches, and slowly his weeping started to taper off and he arched into her touch like it had been a long time since someone had touched him so gently. It probably had, she thought, and kicked herself for not having realised earlier how bad things were.
“Can I help get you to a private room, do you think?” She asked, not wanting to drag out his breakdown in front of the entire club. “I want to take care of you and make sure you’re okay,” she explained, still rubbing his back lightly, careful of his injuries from the crop. “Don’t deserve it,” he muttered, low and pained, and she shook her head adamantly. “Booker, please let me make sure you’re okay. It would be my privilege as a Domme and as your friend,” she said softly and he gave a shaky sigh and nodded, melting into her touch.
Re: Booker/Nile, Booker & Team, BDSM Club AU (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-10-11 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)And oooooof oh mannnnnn I feel so bad for Booker in this chapter. But I’m glad Andy stepped in.
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(Anonymous) 2020-10-12 07:43 am (UTC)(link)Andy curled up on the bed next to him, and Quynh joined on the other side, and bracketed between the two of them he had never felt safer. “You’re in a bad way, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Andy asked, her fingers tracing indiscernible patterns in his hair. “I’m sorry that it took us so long to see it. I was worried, when I would see you come back from your scenes looking pretty badly injured and a bit off, but I didn’t imagine it was like this.”
Booker swallowed, deeply, and said “I consented to all of it, really I did,” like he needed her to know that, and it was Quynh who sighed. “That’s good, because otherwise Andy and I would have to kill these fools who have been playing with you, but it’s also a Dom’s job to read between the lines and to know when green isn’t green.” She pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You can tell us everything, whenever you are ready, but I promise that we will never ever let you get hurt like that again. I don’t mean the physical pain,” she added as he started to interject. “I’m happy to give you that myself if you want. But we will take better care of you from now on.”
Booker sighed shakily and rested his head on Andy’s shoulder, closing his eyes and trying to focus on his breathing. “If I tell you everything, will you tell Nicky and Joe later?” He asked, nuzzling into Andy’s chest. “I can’t talk about it twice.” Nile was the one who spoke up first, confidently reassuring him that she would, that they would do whatever Booker needed.
“About a year after Joe and I graduated from college,” he started, hand reaching out to try and find something to comfort him, fisting in the sheets at first and then Quynh offered him her hand, squeezing gently. “I met the most amazing woman while I was back in France visiting my brother. Emilie. She was everything I could have ever dreamed off and we fell in love and got married in short order.” He sighed again. “She was perfect, my Emilie, and we were so happy together, except...” he waved his hand a bit, to encompass the selection of whips hanging on the wall, the St Andrews Cross in the corner, the whole club. “Except I had always craved this, Joe and I used to talk about it all the time in college, and my Emilie was the most vanilla person you could imagine. I brought it up with her only once, but it was clear that she would never want to try anything like what fuelled my fantasies.” He gave a little hitching sob and squeezed Quynh’s hand tighter. “I cheated on her. I don’t know how I could have done such a thing, she was such a lovely person. One time, when she was out of town, I came to a place like this. I didn’t do anything sexual, but that doesn’t matter, it was plenty intimate. I found a man, because I told myself that that was better, that it was alright because he was nothing like my beloved wife, let him beat me until I was bruised from head to toe. The bruises only just managed to heal by the time she came back from visiting her family.” He closed his eyes in shame, and Andy pressed a sweet kiss to his forehead, reassuring. “I never did it again, never told her. It ate at me, every day, the horrible guilt of it, the fact that even worse, I still craved how it had made me feel.” Tears welled up, and he did nothing to stop them. “And then my Emilie, the light of my life, got sick and died, and I don’t know how I could have ever wanted for anything more than her. I was so, so lucky to have her—how could I have been so weak as to still want more?”
Nile gave a wounded sound, and Copley was kneeling on the floor at her feet, his own eyes moist, and Nile reached down to stroke the back of his neck gently even while she turned to speak to Booker. “You are being so harsh on yourself, beautiful,” she murmured. “I don’t think your wife would want that, don’t think she would want to see you so torn up with agony.” Andy curled closer to Booker, laying a hand on his chest. “These things are different, Book, and you can’t blame yourself for what you desire. I love Quynh more than anything in the world, she is my wife and my heart, but she and I are not compatible in this way. We make it work, because we each go and find our own subs to play with and then tell each other the details afterwards, or else we pick someone out together as a special treat. But I couldn’t imagine choosing between my love for Quynh and my love for a willing body kneeling at my feet. They are not at all the same and they are both so strong that I cannot deny either one, I would be a fool to try.”
“I am sorry that you have been carrying this guilt and grief with you, Booker. We will try and help you let it go,” Quynh said, rubbing a circle over his palm, and he could hardly believe this. Here, he had bared the worst, ugliest part of him, and they were still there at his side. “But...but it was wrong, what I did,” he stammered out. “I broke her trust, I went behind her back to find someone to hurt me, I hid it from her...” Andy looked as if she was having trouble contemplating the morality of it, which wasn’t terribly surprising given what an open and honest relationship she had with Quynh, and so Nile, gentle sweet Nile with her deeply-ingrained sense of right and wrong, stepped in.
“It would have been better if you had talked to her honestly about what you were needing and maybe you two could have figured something out, even if you didn’t think she was interested in this kind of thing. But I also think I understand why you did what you did, and why you didn’t tell her afterwards—you were trying to protect her, weren’t you?” He nodded, miserably, still curled up against Andy. “I didn’t want her to ever feel like she wasn’t enough,” he confessed. “She should have been enough, I’m the broken one who couldn’t be satisfied with her gentle love—“ Nile cut him off with a finger to his lips, shaking her head firmly. “I don’t want to hear you talk like that about yourself, Booker. You’re not broken, there’s nothing shameful or wrong about enjoying BDSM.” She looked, a little desperately, to Andy, knowing that if any of them would know how to go about fixing this, it would be her. Andy chewed her lip, thinking.
“You know why we punish people?” She asked Booker, finally. “Good Doms, I mean, not that ridiculous game Will was playing where he would deliberately set you up to fail.” Booker shrugged, swallowing against the lump in his throat. “Because we deserve it because we fucked up?”
Andy smiled, fond, and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “I can see why you might think of it that way. I think of it somewhat differently, though. I punish people to set them free. We all mess up, Book, in small ways all the time and sometimes in big ways. If we don’t do anything about our mistakes, then that guilt just festers inside us, and gets worse and worse, until it threatens to consume us, like it’s consuming you now. When I punish someone, there’s a real reckoning, a clear endpoint so that when I forgive them, they can forgive themselves as well.”
Booker looked at her like she was describing an impossible dream, and the naked want and hope on his face made her heart clench. She sighed, nuzzling his hair a bit. “I don’t want you to give me an answer tonight, because you’re not in the right mindset to decide anything and I want you to have the time to think about this. But if you’re willing, I would like to help you through this, Book. I would ask that you give me all your Thursday nights for the next two months, if you say yes, and that other than telling me your hard limits, which I will always respect, I would ask that you not question what kind of punishment I think is most appropriate. And, just to be crystal clear, the only thing that I would be punishing you for is going behind your wife’s back to do a scene. All that other stuff you said about how you should have been satisfied squashing this side of you is not true and is not something that I’m willing to punish you for.” She gave his cheek a last soft kiss. “Just rest for now, Book, and give it some thought later.”
Re: Booker/Nile, Booker & Team, BDSM Club AU (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-10-13 03:03 am (UTC)(link)ok, I was wondering if Andy and Quynh were both Dommes, and I love that they are, and still are very happily in love. and i also love the added touch of Andy not being able to compute Booker's moral dilemma because of it.
and oh man Booker's gonna cry so hard when Andy (+Quynh... + Nile??) give him the catharsis he's chasing.
Re: Booker/Nile, Booker & Team, BDSM Club AU (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-10-13 06:35 am (UTC)(link)Oh I know, I feel so sorry for him that he’s hurting so badly!
Booker/Nile, Booker & Team, BDSM Club AU (4/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-10-13 08:14 am (UTC)(link)His phone rang, and he picked up before he could talk himself out of it. “Yes boss?” He answered, blushing a bit as he realised that he had let the nickname slip. He had heard Nile and Nicky call her that and it had sort of caught on with him, but he hadn’t said it out loud to her yet. If she noticed, she was kind enough not to say anything. “I’m glad that you’re willing to try,” she said. “We care about you, you know. All of us do,” and, well. He guessed at some level he knew that, knew they wouldn’t waste their time with him every week and occasionally more than once a week when they would meet up for dinner or drinks outside the club, but it still made his heart skip a beat to hear it. “And we all want to do what we can to help you, because we hate to see you hurting like this.”
“Thank you,” he said in a quiet voice, fighting down the urge to tell her how it was more than he deserved. “What do—what do I need to do?” She hummed, thinking. “Well, most things I’m going to take care of before I see you next Thursday, but I need to know your limits, both hard and soft.”
“I don’t have any,” he answered easily, and she couldn’t help a little sigh. “You know, I thought you might say that. Nile had an idea, actually, that she thought might help you articulate them,” and if Booker’s heart beat a little faster at the thought of Nile trying to think about what would be good for him, coming up with something to help him, well, nobody had to know about it. “I’m going to send you a sheet, okay, with a list of things. It’s the same one I normally use with people, where they can mark off what their kinks and limits are. Except that you get a special rule. I want you to mark a number between 1 and 5 down for every single thing on the list, where 1 is something that you would really rather not do and 5 is something that’s one of your favourites. And you must mark at least five things as a 1 and 5 things as a 2, understand?”
Booker wanted to protest, but he also wanted to start this off on a good foot, so he just nodded a little meekly, then realised she couldn’t see him. “Yes,” he said quietly. “I’ll do my best.” That earned him a fond chuckle. “I know you will, Book,” Andy said, and her voice was so warm that Booker felt he could almost curl up into it.
“If you feel up to it,” she suggested, “I thought it might be nice to go do something fun tomorrow, all of us. We won’t talk about your form or any of this, just a friendly outing? It’s supposed to be nice weather,” and he knew what she was doing, she was trying to remind him that despite his confession, despite whatever she was going to do to him over the next two months, they were still friends first and foremost. He knew what she was doing, but he still appreciated it, and he had to pause for a moment before he could answer, a little choked up. “I would like that,” he replied carefully. “Just text me where to meet you.” “I will,” she replied. “And I’ll send you the form, can you fill it out and get it back to me by the end of the day?” He chewed his lip, nodding. “Yes bo—Andy,” he corrected swiftly, but not swiftly enough, because when she got off the line she added one last thing. “And Book? You can call me whatever you want,” she said gently, and he was glad that she couldn’t see him blush.
Filling out the form proved to be just as much a challenge as he had expected. He had it almost finished, then looked back at it and realised that he hadn’t marked anything as a 1 and only had a handful of 2s, and groaned, ripping the paper up and printing off a fresh copy to try again. He bit his lip so hard he tasted blood, trying to concentrate and think about what things Doms had tried that had made him feel even worse than his baseline misery.
The memories resurfaced, slowly, and he wrapped himself in a soft blanket as he shivered a bit involuntarily. Carefully, he started to pencil in things that he didn’t like, even writing some details next to the printed list to make it clearer what he didn’t like. Being left alone, especially if he was blindfolded, was a 1. Being called dirty names was a 2, fine in moderation, but he didn’t like it when it turned too mean and he didn’t like being called a whore. It was late in the night by the time he finished, and even harder than coming up with the 1s and 2s, somehow, had been coming up with the 5s. He felt almost embarrassed by them, how they were a strange mixture of hard kink (choking, knives) and sweet simple things (serving someone, being praised—that one he wrote 5++) but he told himself not to overthink it.
At the bottom of the page, right before he sent it back to Andy, he wrote, in slightly shaky letters, “I just want to be good.”
Re: Booker/Nile, Booker & Team, BDSM Club AU (4/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-10-13 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)Also I really like Andy in this? I feel like it's easy to characterize her as a harsh person but there's so much caretaking in this, I really like it
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(Anonymous) 2020-10-13 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)True to Andy’s word, she texted him an address to meet at the next day, and when he arrived he found to his surprise that she had picked a fall festival for them to go to. It wasn’t the first time that he had met up with their group outside the club, but there was still something funny about seeing them so casual. Andy and Quynh were already there, leaning against the entrance, when Booker showed up, and if Andy still had her trademark leather jacket and boots on, Quynh looked surprisingly soft in a long burgundy sweater, leggings and ballerina flats. They were holding hands, Booker realised, and didn’t make any move to break apart as he approached.
“Fall is Quynh’s favourite season,” Andy explained with a grin at her wife. “She likes to try and fatten me up with apple cider donuts and get way too competitive over pumpkin carving.” Quynh rolled her eyes, squeezing Andy’s hand. “Just because I’m better at you with a knife,” she huffed, and Andy groaned in mock outrage. “Slander and lies,” she complained, and then gave Booker a sidelong glance. “Maybe sometime we’ll let Booker judge who’s better with a knife,” she remarked with a wink, and he groaned, because he knew then that she had already looked through his form and seen that he marked that as a 5.
Joe and Nicky showed up next, on a ridiculously sleek motorcycle that Booker had no idea they owned and was incredibly jealous of, and Joe didn’t say anything, just pulled Booker into a tight hug, and Booker knew that Nile had followed through on her promise to tell Joe and Nicky what he had confessed. “Thanks,” he whispered, leaning into Joe’s strong arms and hugging him back, soaking up the physical contact. Nicky shot him a bit of a shy smile, as well, and Booker thought again how lucky he was to have met such good friends so soon after his move.
Copley ambled in a moment later, and to Booker’s surprise he also pulled each of them into a quick hug. Out of all of them, Copley was probably the biggest enigma for Booker—something that went beyond the unspoken mystery of what he did for his day job. He liked the man, but he didn’t feel like he knew him well—admittedly, it was also unusual for him to spend time with another sub. He couldn’t even figure out if Copley had a more established relationship with one of the bunch in particular—he seemed to just sort of flutter between them, accepting caresses and beatings from whoever in the group felt like giving them out. He clearly was theirs, though—Booker had never seen him do a scene with someone outside their little group of friends.
Nile was last, practically running up to them, a little out of breath, and Booker’s own breath caught as she leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek hello. “Sorry, sorry, I was babysitting my little nephew and my brother didn’t get back in time,” she apologised, and Booker brightened a bit. “Oh, you have a nephew? How old is he? Do you have pictures?” Nile chuckled. “Never ask a proud aunt that, you’ll end up bored to tears looking at 10,000 photos of a baby I think is the cutest in the world but you probably think looks like all the other babies,” and he shook his head adamantly. “No, I won’t, really. I love kids, always wanted some but—“ a flash of pain across his face. “Well, it didn’t work out for Emilie and I.” Hating the way his eyes had turned dark and a little lost, Nile fumbled with her phone, pulled up a photo of an adorable curly-headed little boy, maybe about 3 years old, in a dinosaur onesie that was clearly too big for him. “Meet Gabriel,” Nile said proudly, and Booker felt his heart melt a tiny bit. “Oh my God, he’s adorable,” he exclaimed.
“Niiile,” Quynh whined impatiently. “Show Booker your adorable nephew later, I’ve been craving mulled cider and a donut since yesterday and Andy wouldn’t let me go into the festival until you all showed up,” and Nile laughed good naturedly and assured Booker that she would show him more pictures later.
It was a really nice day, Booker found himself thinking as he sat at the pumpkin carving table, carefully doing the dirty work of scraping out the insides of the pumpkin so that Nile could carve it. He felt content, here, with these people who were so nice, who knew the worst thing he had done and still wanted to throw hay at him on the hayride and make him bet on how many apple cider donuts Andy could eat in a row. Copley had pulled him aside at one point while the others were bobbing for apples, had told him in a quiet voice that his own wife had died three years before, that if he ever wanted to talk about it it was an option. Booker thanked him, but he knew he wasn’t ready for that—but maybe one day he might be, he thought.
He felt hopeful, for the first time in a long time, that maybe Andy could—if not fix him—maybe she could at least help him not feel so awful all the time.
He finished scooping out the pumpkin, looked at it with a critical eye to make sure it was good to go, and handed it to Nile with a smile. “Ready for your creative genius, ma petite artiste”, he said, and she reached over to ruffle his hair. “Good boy,” she said softly, and he dipped his head but he knew that it wasn’t enough to hide the way his cheeks flushed, and even though he knew himself, knew that the guilt and the misery would come creeping back in sooner or later, in that one moment he didn’t care.
Re: Booker/Nile, Booker & Team, BDSM Club AU (5/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-10-14 02:23 am (UTC)(link)Re: Booker/Nile, Booker & Team, BDSM Club AU (5/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-11-09 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Booker/Nile, Booker & Team, BDSM Club AU (4/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-10-14 02:22 am (UTC)(link)serving someone, being praised—that one he wrote 5++
I am 10000% here for these kinks.
also “I just want to be good.” 😭😭😭
Re: Booker/Nile, Booker & Team, BDSM Club AU (4/?)
(Anonymous) 2020-10-14 07:46 am (UTC)(link)I knowww he will have to earn them though :)