iamnotmyfather: (Default)
There had been a few rumors that Jim had heard and he wanted to think they were just that, rumors. So he headed down to the rec room where his boy said he'd be and stood in the doorway, eyes scanning the room until he came across him. What the hell was this? It had better not be what he thought it was. If it was there was going to be a shit ton of problems. Ones that neither man would want to deal with.
iamnotmyfather: (Damn)
Jim moved a bit in his seat, resituating himself. Watching the strippers... damn. He was hard as hell and knew that Chris was as well. Their attention was so divided... between the different strippers that neither boy noticed their master walk through the door. We're sure it's taken them a LONG ass time to find them. After all, the strip joint is quite a ways out there.
iamnotmyfather: (Default)
He'd been trying to get better. Better at this whole Master/Slave thing, though he still think that he sucked at it. He was extremely tired and trying to go over the PADDs. Get the requisitions done and over with. His boy, for the moment, was in the shower. So by the time Chris gets out, Jim is still engrossed in his PADD. He might need a distraction, he's tempted to throw the thing across the room and grumbling under his breath.
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