“Ugh, guys, they really are too. Fucking. Hot!” Dusty exclaimed from his perch on the couch, nearly toppling over from the amount of alcohol in him coupled with the excitement that coursed through him at the image of the two new men in his life. “If I wasn’t working with them, the way I’d have them on their knees…” He trailed off, flopping into the cushions with a drunken smile. Grabbing Harrison the way he did had left him immediately embarrassed but on reflection in the privacy of his bedroom, the scenario was perfect spank bank material. It had almost been ruined by the way Harrison had treated him beforehand, as if Dusty was a pest to shoo out as fast as possible. But Dusty chose to ignore that detail.

Sebastian barked out a laugh. “Knowing you, it’d still take you weeks to go for one of ‘em. How long did it take you to hook up with Eric? Two, three months?” He laughed again, bumping his knees against the coffee table. Luckily, nothing rested on it, otherwise a spill would draw Dusty out of the haze he was enjoying. It wasn’t even his place so Ari would insist he stay seated but, for some reason, messes always drew his attention when he drank. He didn’t clean them well, and the amount of dishes he’d broken while drunk proved that, but he’d still try.

“Seb, he gets laid more than you do, so I wouldn’t be talking shit.” Ari smirked at Sebastian’s pursed lips. “By the way, when exactly was it when you last fucked?”

The man let out several scoffs as he squirmed in his seat beside Dusty. He opened his mouth. “…I don’t think that’s important,” he rushed out before turning to Dusty, Ari giggling in his spot in the armchair. “You can’t just hook up with them after it’s over?”

Dusty sighed, resting his head back to stare at the ceiling fan. It was dizzying. “I mean, I could. But, I want them now,” he whined. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Dusty could see Ari struggle to sit back up, also struggling to contain his laughter. It was shots night and they were each six deep, which meant Ari was extra giggly and would probably fall onto the floor at some point. “You should start laying the groundwork now then, so y-,” he hiccuped, then fell back into his seat to chuckle to himself. The other two men knew not to wait for him to continue his sentence.

Sebastian snorted then turned to Dusty. “Agreed, why don’t you start doing a lil flirting, letting them know what they’re missing out on, you know?” His blue eyes lit up and a grin grew on his face. “In fact, why don’t we start right now?” Sebastian was the one who came up with “great ideas” when he was drunk. One of those ideas had led Dusty to get into BDSM so he couldn’t always hate on them. And, had he been sober, he definitely would’ve nixed any ideas involving his sexy renovators. But Dusty was a horny motherfucker when he was drunk. Which was also how he went along with Sebastian’s idea to tie each other up a few years back. So, instead of replying with an adamant no, he picked his head off the back of the couch, Sebastian’s features swimming in front of him.

“What do ya wanna do?” Dusty arched his eyebrow.

Sebastian held out a hand. “Let me see your phone.”

“We’re gonna text them?” 

Sebastian scoffed and rolled his eyes. Well, tried to, his head rolling instead. “Of course not. Nothing so juvenile.”

“Then…what are we doing?”

“We’re gonna sext them!”

“What?!” Dusty pried his phone from Sebastian’s hands, holding it close to his chest. “That’s even worse!”

Sebastian waved a hand in the air in dismissal. “Fine, fine, we’ll just text them.”

“I barely talk to them in-person though. Isn’t this gonna be kinda weird-ish?”

“You’ve gotta start somewhere, Dust.” He snatched the phone back and unlocked it easily. “Which boy should we start with?”

Dusty gnawed at his bottom lip, contemplating. His rational brain was calmly insisting that this was a mistake, that he’d regret doing this by the time he’d sobered up. It was drowned out by his tipsy brain, which was shouting to send all his lewd pictures to both Harrison and Will, and demand that he get some in return.

“Seb,” Ari’s strong voice interjected, “Stop it, it’s already past 1am, you’ll be disturbing their sleep.”

He pouted. “Ah, you’re no fun.” He tossed the unlocked phone back, Dusty fumbling not to let it hit the hardwood floor. “But the pic I found was for sure gonna get you some.”

Dusty chuckled. “Which one was th-“ He stopped and stared at his screen. His still-blurry vision must’ve been failing him because he couldn’t be seeing what he though he was seeing. He blinked a few times to clear it.

Sebastian was right. The picture he’d found was one of Dusty’s hottest. Alison, a close friend from the club he frequented, had offered to take some for him and all had been perfect for enticing men in the past.

And his hot picture had been sent to Harrison Grace and Will Venn.

“AAAAAHHHHHH!”

Harrison blindly reached for his phone that had buzzed on the nightstand. He’d been trying to sleep for the past hour, lulling in a semi-conscious state that was part of his usual routine. For all the health benefits that were granted to a werewolf, they could apparently still have insomnia. Something Will didn’t suffer through as he slept soundly, unaware of the notifications.

Harry opened his eyes to slits to turn down the screen brightness before opening them fully. He had a text from Dusty Miller, in a group chat with Will. Strange. Even stranger was that he sent a photo at 1:24am. Not exactly business hours, but maybe it was urgent enough to send on a weekend. Dusty seemed the type to prioritize business over his personal time. 

Before Harry could even open it, another text came through. Then several more in quick succession. Harry sighed, resigned to the idea that this matter may be serious enough that he should answer now. He unlocked his phone…

…And was met with a sight that knocked the breath out of him. Dusty stared at him through the screen, lust stirring in his dark gaze. Bright red pasties adorned his nipples, matching the red thong that graced his hips. A black and red floral corset encircled his waist, the garters hanging unattached. He wore chunky heeled boots and, with the camera lowered, it was as if he was looking down on Harry. In one hand, he held a black flogger, in the other, a red ball gag. He was utterly delectable.

Harry didn’t want to drag his eyes away from the image but he puffed out a breath and scrolled down.

Dusty

1:25 AM

OMG PLEAS IGNORE THISS ITWAS COMPLETELYB Y ACCIDANT I DIDNT MEAN TO S END IT TO U PELASE DELETE PLZ PLZ PELZ

FORGIVE THIS AND ME

if you ewant to work w someone else thats fine

or jus ignore this 

pleas dont quit 

so sorry again

goodnight

so sorry

Harry read what were clearly drunken messages and took a deep breath. Dusty had sent them by accident and seemed quite embarrassed about the ordeal. Though, how he sent both of them the image seemed suspicious. And Harry knew Will would come to the same conclusion and start pursuing Dusty. He glanced at Will who was still out-cold. He texted back:

I understand. We will not be quitting. Don’t worry, we will overlook this mistake as long as you can ensure a continued level of professionalism going forward. Goodnight.

Dusty texted back within moments:

of course,, thank you

Moving slowly, Harry picked up his boyfriend’s phone and unlocked it to delete the entire group chat, before setting both phones back down. It wasn’t lost on him that he’d have to explain that conversation to Will sometime soon. 

Trying to go back to sleep, all he could see was the picture of Dusty. It was going to be a long night.